The second post is becoming unwieldy, so we now have
a third fiction post. Continue to use this post for writing fic and giving feedback on the prompts that are already here; but only post new prompts at the third post
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The Master is gasping and panting above him. He’s thrusting hard into the Doctor’s mouth, hurting the back of his throat in the most delicious way, and the Doctor is sucking as much as he can, moaning like a whore around the cock in his mouth every time he breathes out. The Master’s legs are trembling. He’s a mess, completely at the Doctor’s mercy. He hears the Master muttering, groaning, repeating his name then, “Please, oh god, yes.” His tone is laced with desperation. He’s too far gone to care about dignity. All he can do is beg.
Oh, yes, that’s exactly what he was aiming for. Exactly the memory he wants to keep. The Doctor looks up through his eyelashes and takes in every detail he can.
The Doctor feels the first hot, bitter taste against the back of his throat. He swallows and then pulls back. He drags his tongue along the Master’s cock as he draws himself away, until the final spurt hits his wet, red lips and sprays over his face.
The Master takes a few deep breathes. He hauls the Doctor up from his shoulder and kisses him once, lightly.
“So.” The Doctor straightens his suit trousers and coughs to clear his throat. “Any last minute marriage advice?” He asks the question like he doesn’t have come on his face.
“Yeah. Don’t leave Martha alone with your wife.”
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LOL. Is also good porn.
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Extra win for the facial.
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canon.
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“Yeah. Don’t leave Martha alone with your wife.”
WHOEVER YOU ARE, I FUCKING LOVE YOU.
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and the advice ahahhaa BEST.FIC.EVER
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