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Queen Billie

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🌹🌈Moony, 30s, she/her lesbian, member of the rowdy three | Billie Piper, David Tennant, Doctor Who, multifandom, queer & poc positivity, cute animals 🌈🌹 🌹 Sometimes I make stuff: edits&gifs | fics | AO3 | teaspoon 🌹
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Irresistible

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Ten x Rose

Summary: The Doctor tries to charm his way to success. Sadly, things don’t quite go to plan.

Notes: Hello lovely people! This my response to this week’s @timepetalsprompts drabble prompt ‘freckles’ and ‘brogue. It’s in 3 drabbles and is…quite silly.  So….yeah. Hope you like anyway!

Also on A03.

“You’re full of it!

“Am not! You take that back, Rose Tyler!”

Rose stared. “You seriously think you can talk the Queen of Kirilta into just handin’ over the key to her high security vault by bein’ charmin’??”

Yes! I’m charm personified, Rose- I’m devilishly dashing! Absolutely alluring! Gregariously gorgeous! I’m practically irresistible in this body! And just look at the hair! Look at my freckly freckles!” He waggled his eyebrows. “And I can do a seriously sexy Scottish brogue. She doesn’t stand a chance against my brogue and my freckles.”

“Oh, God,” Rose muttered. This was a first-class disaster in the making. At this rate, she was either going to end up bailing him out of jail, or locked up with him.

Either way, he was a git.

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Rose peered into the cell and sighed. “Yeah, that’s him.”

The guard shook his head. “What’s a nice girl like you doing mixed up with a troublemaker like this?”

“OI!”

Ignoring the Doctor’s indignant squawk, she smiled at the guard. “He’s not usually this much trouble. Must’ve forgotten to take his pills- makes him a bit loopy.”

“I don’t need pills!” the Doctor protested. “Superior physiology. I’m fit as a fiddle! Fitter than a fiddle! Fitter than FIVE fiddles!”

Rose shook her head pityingly. “See?”

The fatherly (orange) alien sighed in understanding, antennae bobbing. “Ah, lass, that’s a terrible shame for one so young. You’re a nice girl for sticking by him.”

“I beg your pardon! I’m not mad!

The guard nodded placatingly as he unlocked the door. “Of course you’re not.” He winked at Rose. “Now you go with your lovely wife have a nice lie down- you’ll feel ever so much better.”

Rose barely suppressed a grin. “Come on then, husband.”

The Doctor stormed past the both of them in a huff.

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 “Alright, alright! You can stop laughing about it now.”

Rose only laughed harder.

“Fine,” the Doctor huffed, crossing his arms petulantly. “Be like that.”

Freckly freckles, you said. She won’t be able to resist my brogue, you said,” Rose gasped, trying to catch her breath.

“Well, if you want to be precise, she couldn’t resist me. Which is why she gave me her key.”

“The key to her room, Doctor!” Rose burst into laughter afresh. “You tried to open a high security vault with the key to her room. And you set off the alarm.”

The Doctor scowled.  “It’s not funny, Rose. She said it was the key to her secret vault. How was I supposed to know she was talking about, er, something else?”

Rose only laughed harder.

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HAPPY COMIC CON WEEKEND! It’s that time again, and I didn’t want to break tradition with the past 2 years, so Emma as Rey and Killian as BB-8!! I also want to dedicate this to @swan-road because today is her birthday!! (Go wish her happy birthday, she is awesome and makes pretty gif sets) Your real present will be done sometime next week, but I thought you would enjoy this in the mean time! :D

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“Emergency Programme One” - Digital Oil Painting

I’ve been wanting to paint this image from Doctor Who for SO LONG, but I always put it off because of how labor intensive it is. Finally I decided why not and gave it a shot. I’m so glad I did, I’m so happy with how it turned out!

If you enjoy my art, please consider subscribing to my Patreon! I am saving to buy a wheelchair.

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One For The Road

I have zero excuses. This is for @queenwinry who tempted me with a ‘sorry, I can’t make it to lunch, must bang my hot captain boyfriend’ idea and now we’re here. 
Ichiruki. Shameless smut. It’s not even 500 words. 

Rukia’s under his desk. Ichigo shifts restlessly. His 3rd seat stands awkwardly at the door, half in and half out.

“Are you coming in or not,” Ichigo snaps, then bangs his knee on the underside of his desk when Rukia reaches inside his hakama and wraps her hand around him. The other shinigami shuffles in, and Ichigo grits his teeth. “Make it quick,” he bites out, fighting to keep his voice level as Rukia shuffles under the desk and moves the layers of fabric out of her way.

Her mouth closes around him just as the officer begins his report and Ichigo’s fingers dig in so hard to the top of his desk that the wood creaks under the strain. The 3rd seat trails off at Ichigo’s harsh intake of breath, and looks at him.

Ichigo can feel the heat of the flush crawling up his neck, and Rukia’s mouth is wet and hot and she’s dragging it out - keeping him strung out on the knife’s edge, because she can.

“Is there something wrong taicho?”

“No, why would there be anything wrong?” Ichigo asks, hoping to all the gods he’s never prayed to that his voice only sounds that strangled to his own ears.

“You seem –”

“I seem what?” Ichigo interrupts, trying to talk over the groan that wants to escape his throat as Rukia does that thing with her tongue that she discovered last week makes his toes curl and his head swim with pleasure.

“I can come back later taicho, when you’re less – distracted.” The knowing smile on the officer’s face should give Ichigo some kind of pause, but he’s honestly and entirely beyond caring as Rukia works him with both her hands and her mouth. He waves the other shinigami out of his office and as soon as the door shuts behind him, Ichigo’s head drops back and his eyes close. He groans.  

“Is there something wrong taicho?” Rukia asks from between his knees and Ichigo cracks open one eye to look at her.

“You knew he was coming didn’t you?”

“How could I? I’ve been under your desk since before he came in.” Rukia’s face is the picture of innocence, until her gaze flicks down to where she holds his cock in her hands. The slow, wicked grin that blooms across her face tells Ichigo all that he needs to know about how this actually happened.

Rukia goes back to her task, this time with a single-minded determination that has Ichigo clutching at her hair and biting down hard on the heel of his hand when he comes.

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