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Taking the Piss
anonymous
May 31 2008, 22:09:24 UTC
Debbie tarred the mascara on her face, hogging the tiny bathroom in the crew cabin she shared with Astrid. "It's honestly not that bad. I mean, you're the one who will NOT shut up about getting to see other worlds. You don't want to be a waitress for the rest of your life do you? How do you plan on doing that with these wages."
Astrid meekly shrugged.
"They're not that bad. Just last week I had a guy who wanted to hold me for an hour." Debbie continued. "It turns out that everyone is exactly as lonely as you think they are
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I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...
anonymous
June 3 2008, 23:08:14 UTC
The real ending to S4?Rose knelt on the floor of the TARDIS in front of the console, holding a small shallow bowl at her chin, her eyes submissively turned downward
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A few hours later, Theta snuck down the hallway of Koschei's dorm. As a younger student (even one who was taking advanced courses) he wasn't supposed to be out of his room this late. He knocked on room *91
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my best effort
anonymous
June 1 2008, 04:15:21 UTC
"Make it up to me," Martha demanded, her voice rough with all that repressed anger. With a hand, she gave a slap to his balls and he hissed in pain. "I want you to make it up to me."
He knew what it was like, all that repression. Recent experience, very 1913. She was straddling his hips, her hand pushed up the skirt she'd made him wear. He was taller than she was, that skirt not covering his cock and balls completely. The twine she'd bound his hands with were cutting into his wrists.
"How? How can I make it up to you?" The Doctor asked, wanting to know.
Martha pushed his shoulders back, slammed his head into the wall. Bits of the Timey-Wimey detector skittered off into the recesses of the apartment. Her nails snagged his flesh under the thin black cotton. "Tell me I'm beautiful. Tell me how I'm clever, how I saved your life, how you don't deserve me."
The Doctor nodded, feeling his brain ache. "You are. You are. You are so brave."
"And beautiful?" Martha asked, eyes searching his face. "Am I beautiful." Her hand tugged down his
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Astrid meekly shrugged.
"They're not that bad. Just last week I had a guy who wanted to hold me for an hour." Debbie continued. "It turns out that everyone is exactly as lonely as you think they are ( ... )
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Leela looked up with what could only, under the circumstances, be called an astoundingly demure expression. "Doctor, I would mate with you ( ... )
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In short, almost certainly what the prompt was going for. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to write it?
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reCaptcha gave me my LJ name as a word :O
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He knew what it was like, all that repression. Recent experience, very 1913. She was straddling his hips, her hand pushed up the skirt she'd made him wear. He was taller than she was, that skirt not covering his cock and balls completely. The twine she'd bound his hands with were cutting into his wrists.
"How? How can I make it up to you?" The Doctor asked, wanting to know.
Martha pushed his shoulders back, slammed his head into the wall. Bits of the Timey-Wimey detector skittered off into the recesses of the apartment. Her nails snagged his flesh under the thin black cotton. "Tell me I'm beautiful. Tell me how I'm clever, how I saved your life, how you don't deserve me."
The Doctor nodded, feeling his brain ache. "You are. You are. You are so brave."
"And beautiful?" Martha asked, eyes searching his face. "Am I beautiful." Her hand tugged down his ( ... )
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