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WARNING!! THIS PIECE OF LITERATURE CONTAINS MATURE AND NSFW MATERIALS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

With winter coming up fast, I figured a nice early Christmas present would be to grant everyone's wish from my last couple of Tenth Doctor x Reader fics--Stasis Chamber and What's In a Name. However, like my most recent fic, CPR, this one will be choose-your-Doctor, meaning it will be written with no specific Doctor in mind. His character will be variable, and you can fill in whichever Doctor you like.

Oh, and another quick note. This fic contains my personal headcanon for the Time Lord reproductive system; it is in no way canon and should not be perceived as such. I did some research a while back, and the only thing I could dig up was that the Time Lords' reproductive system was so complex, it would take an entire webpage to explain accurately. If you have any actual information on the Time Lord reproductive system, I'd appreciate it if you noted it to me so that I can make changes to this fic in the future, as well as expand my own Whovian knowledge. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

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You bolted into the TARDIS as fast as your legs could carry you. The Doctor wasn't far behind, slamming the door shut behind him before darting over to the console. He pushed a few buttons, flicked a lever, and the best ship in the universe was off. Still trying to catch your breath, you stumbled over to the Time Lord you had come to know so well. Running from a tribe of savage Inuit natives in such cold weather as you had just done was not your idea of the vacation the Doctor had so enthusiastically promised you.

"'The binary suns make for warm, 48-hour days,' you said. 'Perfect sunbathing weather,' you said," you grumbled, huffing and crossing your arms over your chest. The Doctor whirled around, looking a bit hurt, but a bit playful at the same time. "I told you when you decided to become my companion: we do a lot of running in the good ship TARDIS!"

"Yeah, well. I figured we'd take a breather at least once in a while." You shivered. The cold air had stung your skin the whole time you were in that dreadful, frigid wasteland, and the ice crystals that had begun to form on your person were just starting to melt. The Doctor shook his head. "No, no, no," he teased, shaking his finger at you. "Saving the universe is serious business. No time for a lunch break." He had similar crystals on his coat, nose, and hair, and he took the liberty of brushing them off and ruffling his hair before walking over to you and doing the same. More gently, of course. He ran his hands down your arms, which only served to make you shiver more. The poor man just didn't seem to have a very good concept of personal space. At least, not when it came to you.

You tried to break the awkward tension of the whole scenario. "My face still stings, and my lips are horribly chapped from that awful wind."

He didn't seem to hear you. After he was satisfied that your arms were ice crystal-free, one of his hands dropped to his side and he used his index finger of the other hand to flick off a tiny piece of ice. Then his attention turned to your [hair length][hair color] hair, which was highlighted with streaks of shining, frozen water. His other hand rose to join the active one and both sets of his fingers ghosted through your hair, gently brushing out all the crystals. As he did so, his eyes locked with yours. You stared straight into him.

His eyes were sparkling with strong affection, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. Passion? Before you could even begin to think any further, the Doctor pulled his face to yours, closing the gap between the two of you with a deep kiss. You almost pulled away; that was the last thing you were expecting the Doctor, of all people, to do. And anyway, your feelings for him were so strong that you were terribly shy around him. But, after a moment, you began to shyly kiss back.

The whole thought was like a crazy dream. You and the Doctor, alone in the TARDIS, snogging like no tomorrow. Honestly, it was a brilliant way of warming up after spending who knows how long in the cold and snow. Before you knew it, the Doctor had swung you down so that he was holding you up by your back; one of his hands was holding your head up to his, the other gripped your mid-lower back tightly. You were being dipped in an excessively romantic pose, one that suggested the Doctor hadn't had a good snog in quite some time.

Of course, you were more than happy to remedy this.

The Doctor pulled away from you momentarily for air. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, which only served to further deepen the blush spreading across your face and down your neck. Without any warning, he spun you around and slammed you up against the console, crashing his lips back to yours again. You managed to free your hands which you promptly ran through his soft hair, pulling yourself as close to him as humanly possible. The kissing only got more feverish as time passed on, and before you could even think straight, the Time Lord had begun to disrobe. With his coat being the first thing to go, he pulled your [shirt color][shirt type] over your head and tossed it aside, exposing a [bra color] bra underneath. But to keep the playing field level, you dodged his head and ran your hands over his chest, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on top of yours.

"Symbolic~," you whispered in his ear seductively. He looked down at you as you fiddled with the fastener on his pants. A devious smile parted his lips.

"You shouldn't say things like that when we're still partially clothed; I might rip something when I'm pulling it off of you," he warned. You couldn't help but giggle at his attempt at seducing you; like you even needed seducing at this point. As you tugged his trousers down to his feet, which were bare due to you not paying attention through all the intense snogging, he suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you up to look him in the eyes. He was looking hungrily and lustfully at you as he said in a husky voice, "That's far enough for now. You've been a bad girl; you didn't listen to me out there and you nearly got us killed. You'll have to be punished for that."

By that point, you were panting heavily and blushing deeply as a heat began to grow in your lower stomach. A needing heat. A wanting heat. He looked at you silently again with the same animalistic hunger for a moment before kissing you passionately again. Though this time, he didn't give you any opportunity to kiss back; he shoved his tongue in your mouth and took control, using the hand that wasn't grabbing your hair to pull off your [pant color][pant type]. You didn't object to any of the rough handling. You knew better. The Doctor threw the [pant type] in the pile of the rest of your clothes.

As your ass popped out of your [pant type], so too were your [underwear color][underwear type] revealed. The Doctor looked down, letting go of your hair after a second or so of studying your [underwear type]. He bent down on his knees, and you backwards-crawled up a little further on the console to give him better access, though you were shy and had your legs tightly closed. He looked up at you through sparkling eyes with a smirk before forcing your legs apart. You leaned your head back, shuddering. It was all too much to take in at once.

You felt a small pressure against your inner thigh as the Doctor moved his chin up to your most intimate region, then a tug as he gripped your [underwear type] with his teeth and pulled them down over your legs, tossing them over to the pile. You whipped your head down and let out a moan that was almost a scream as his slightly cold tongue ran a generous streak over your clitoris. "Doc..tor...ahh~!" Your breathing became even more labored and you buried your hands in his hair as he licked up and down, occasionally swirling around a bit, earning a pathetic whimper from you.

This service continued for several minutes before you felt the pleasure increase a large amount and you gripped his hair tightly. "I'm..c-coming..!" The Doctor heard you through all the stimuli he was experiencing; the whole ordeal had caused a massive, throbbing bulge in his pants which he was trying his best to ignore. At the sound of your warning, his tongue dove straight between your lower lips and he began to bob it in and out furiously. You clenched up; it was a strange feeling, completely foreign to you. Nevertheless, it felt fucking fantastic. You almost screamed again as you clawed at his head. Before long, you found yourself unable to hold it back any longer, and your back arched as you rode his tongue to ecstasy.

You smiled and giggled a bit when he stood up to face you. The bulge was painfully noticeable to both of you now, especially when he slid down his trousers to reveal a pair of question mark-print boxer shorts. To anyone else, the sight would have been a riot, but it only served to prepare you for round two. You bit your lip and looked up at him.

His lips were smiling sweetly, as if he was glad he'd finally given you the pleasurable experience you so desperately deserved. Some of your..er, fluids, were dripping out of the corner of his mouth. He'd hungrily lapped them all up while you were still coming down from your first orgasm.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. The Doctor was an alien after all, so what about his reproductive organs? Were they anything like a male human's? Would they hurt you? What about his semen; was it dangerous? Radioactive or something? The Doctor seemed to read these questions on your face as he leaned in close to you, propping himself up by putting his arms on either side of you.

"Don't worry," he assured. "Time Lords are alike to humans in many ways, and the reproductive system is one of those similarities. Here, I'll show you." The Doctor slid his boxers off, revealing an eager, human-like, and rather large penis. You tilted your head, curious and a bit confused. "It doesn't look any different from a human male's..." You trailed off, unable to say the word. The Doctor chuckled. "Why should it? For all their physiological flaws, humans do have one good thing. Your reproductive system is efficient and pleasurable. We Time Lords saw no reason to change it."

'Change it? What is that supposed to mean?' you felt yourself about to ask. But you decided not to; a scientific discussion would ruin the tone the Doctor had so painstakingly set. You simply looked up at him, making sure your tone was playful and innocent when you spoke. "Show me you know how to use it properly, then."

The Doctor gave a devilish smile. His hand reached around your back and unclipped your bra, sending it flying to the pile. You'd almost forgotten it was still on. His eyes locked with yours once again as his member prodded your opening, earning a purr from you. You closed your eyes in bliss as he entered, and he buried his face in your chest, grunting in pleasure. You were surprised when he did so; it barely even hurt.

Bringing your hand up to his hair again, you half moaned, half whispered in his ear: "Move." He obeyed, starting off slow at first, with no real rhythm, you realized. He was obviously out of practice, but that was fine. So were you.

As he began to get a feel of you, though, his pace picked up and a clear rhythm developed. His face was still buried in your chest, and one of his hands moved up to grab one of your boobs. It fit perfectly in his chilly hand. The other hand was in the middle of your back, supporting you just slightly off the console.

He squeezed gently on your tit and gave the nipple a swift lick before encasing it in his mouth completely. You moaned loudly, your hands clawing at his back. It was incredible; the position he had you in was delivering an endless wave of pleasure slamming into your spot, and you hadn't told him (you had no idea how he knew), but having sex on the TARDIS console had been a fantasy of yours from the moment you set foot in the ship. His pace sped up, and the TARDIS was filled with constant moaning, grunting, and a steady slapping sound.

After a while of this, the Doctor's grip on your back and breast tightened, and he moaned against your skin. "Ohh..._______, I'm..coming..." You could feel another climax building up as he said so, and moaned in his ear, making him speed up even further. Within seconds, the Doctor thrusted into you once more and gripped you tightly as his warm seed was shot into you. "_______..!" he grunted out your name. You moaned at the feeling and came with him, your walls tightening around his shaft. He pulled out slowly, spilling out a mixture of fluids as he did so, leaving you shivering with pleasure and full of cum.

You felt your energy exhausted and were just nodding off to sleep when he looked at you, smiling sweetly. Reaching down, his fingers brushed over your clitoris, making you shudder. He moved his hand up to your lips, wiping the fluids on them. "You were right about your lips being chapped. Have some lip balm."

You managed a weak laugh. "I'm..tired. Can we go to bed?" The Doctor nodded, picking you up bridal style. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his chest. He carried you through a door and into his bedroom. Various knick-knacks and articles from previous incarnations and adventures littered the shelves and walls, but his bed was large enough for two, and it looked very comfortable, especially at this particular moment. Conveniently, its covers were already pulled back. You thanked the TARDIS for that. He laid you down on the bed and gave you a deep kiss before laying down next to you and pulling the covers up over your heads. You giggled in the darkness and cuddled up next to him, falling asleep in minutes to the steady beat of his hearts.

The Doctor--your Doctor--smiled to himself as he stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head. He'd laid unofficial claim to you the first day you'd met, but not until today did he seal the deal with a kiss. Well, several kisses to be precise. ..Well, more than a kiss. Much more. As he admired your features, which he considered perfection beyond words, he fell asleep, holding you close.

That was only the first of many, shall we say, "intense" moments between you and your Doctor.

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WARNING!! THIS PIECE OF LITERATURE CONTAINS MATURE AND NSFW MATERIALS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

With winter coming up fast, I figured a nice early Christmas present would be to grant everyone's wish from my last couple of Tenth Doctor x Reader fics--Stasis Chamber and What's In a Name. However, like my most recent fic, CPR, this one will be choose-your-Doctor, meaning it will be written with no specific Doctor in mind. His character will be variable, and you can fill in whichever Doctor you like.

Oh, and another quick note. This fic contains my personal headcanon for the Time Lord reproductive system; it is in no way canon and should not be perceived as such. I did some research a while back, and the only thing I could dig up was that the Time Lords' reproductive system was so complex, it would take an entire webpage to explain accurately. If you have any actual information on the Time Lord reproductive system, I'd appreciate it if you noted it to me so that I can make changes to this fic in the future, as well as expand my own Whovian knowledge. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

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You bolted into the TARDIS as fast as your legs could carry you. The Doctor wasn't far behind, slamming the door shut behind him before darting over to the console. He pushed a few buttons, flicked a lever, and the best ship in the universe was off. Still trying to catch your breath, you stumbled over to the Time Lord you had come to know so well. Running from a tribe of savage Inuit natives in such cold weather as you had just done was not your idea of the vacation the Doctor had so enthusiastically promised you.

"'The binary suns make for warm, 48-hour days,' you said. 'Perfect sunbathing weather,' you said," you grumbled, huffing and crossing your arms over your chest. The Doctor whirled around, looking a bit hurt, but a bit playful at the same time. "I told you when you decided to become my companion: we do a lot of running in the good ship TARDIS!"

"Yeah, well. I figured we'd take a breather at least once in a while." You shivered. The cold air had stung your skin the whole time you were in that dreadful, frigid wasteland, and the ice crystals that had begun to form on your person were just starting to melt. The Doctor shook his head. "No, no, no," he teased, shaking his finger at you. "Saving the universe is serious business. No time for a lunch break." He had similar crystals on his coat, nose, and hair, and he took the liberty of brushing them off and ruffling his hair before walking over to you and doing the same. More gently, of course. He ran his hands down your arms, which only served to make you shiver more. The poor man just didn't seem to have a very good concept of personal space. At least, not when it came to you.

You tried to break the awkward tension of the whole scenario. "My face still stings, and my lips are horribly chapped from that awful wind."

He didn't seem to hear you. After he was satisfied that your arms were ice crystal-free, one of his hands dropped to his side and he used his index finger of the other hand to flick off a tiny piece of ice. Then his attention turned to your [hair length][hair color] hair, which was highlighted with streaks of shining, frozen water. His other hand rose to join the active one and both sets of his fingers ghosted through your hair, gently brushing out all the crystals. As he did so, his eyes locked with yours. You stared straight into him.

His eyes were sparkling with strong affection, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. Passion? Before you could even begin to think any further, the Doctor pulled his face to yours, closing the gap between the two of you with a deep kiss. You almost pulled away; that was the last thing you were expecting the Doctor, of all people, to do. And anyway, your feelings for him were so strong that you were terribly shy around him. But, after a moment, you began to shyly kiss back.

The whole thought was like a crazy dream. You and the Doctor, alone in the TARDIS, snogging like no tomorrow. Honestly, it was a brilliant way of warming up after spending who knows how long in the cold and snow. Before you knew it, the Doctor had swung you down so that he was holding you up by your back; one of his hands was holding your head up to his, the other gripped your mid-lower back tightly. You were being dipped in an excessively romantic pose, one that suggested the Doctor hadn't had a good snog in quite some time.

Of course, you were more than happy to remedy this.

The Doctor pulled away from you momentarily for air. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, which only served to further deepen the blush spreading across your face and down your neck. Without any warning, he spun you around and slammed you up against the console, crashing his lips back to yours again. You managed to free your hands which you promptly ran through his soft hair, pulling yourself as close to him as humanly possible. The kissing only got more feverish as time passed on, and before you could even think straight, the Time Lord had begun to disrobe. With his coat being the first thing to go, he pulled your [shirt color][shirt type] over your head and tossed it aside, exposing a [bra color] bra underneath. But to keep the playing field level, you dodged his head and ran your hands over his chest, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on top of yours.

"Symbolic~," you whispered in his ear seductively. He looked down at you as you fiddled with the fastener on his pants. A devious smile parted his lips.

"You shouldn't say things like that when we're still partially clothed; I might rip something when I'm pulling it off of you," he warned. You couldn't help but giggle at his attempt at seducing you; like you even needed seducing at this point. As you tugged his trousers down to his feet, which were bare due to you not paying attention through all the intense snogging, he suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you up to look him in the eyes. He was looking hungrily and lustfully at you as he said in a husky voice, "That's far enough for now. You've been a bad girl; you didn't listen to me out there and you nearly got us killed. You'll have to be punished for that."

By that point, you were panting heavily and blushing deeply as a heat began to grow in your lower stomach. A needing heat. A wanting heat. He looked at you silently again with the same animalistic hunger for a moment before kissing you passionately again. Though this time, he didn't give you any opportunity to kiss back; he shoved his tongue in your mouth and took control, using the hand that wasn't grabbing your hair to pull off your [pant color][pant type]. You didn't object to any of the rough handling. You knew better. The Doctor threw the [pant type] in the pile of the rest of your clothes.

As your ass popped out of your [pant type], so too were your [underwear color][underwear type] revealed. The Doctor looked down, letting go of your hair after a second or so of studying your [underwear type]. He bent down on his knees, and you backwards-crawled up a little further on the console to give him better access, though you were shy and had your legs tightly closed. He looked up at you through sparkling eyes with a smirk before forcing your legs apart. You leaned your head back, shuddering. It was all too much to take in at once.

You felt a small pressure against your inner thigh as the Doctor moved his chin up to your most intimate region, then a tug as he gripped your [underwear type] with his teeth and pulled them down over your legs, tossing them over to the pile. You whipped your head down and let out a moan that was almost a scream as his slightly cold tongue ran a generous streak over your clitoris. "Doc..tor...ahh~!" Your breathing became even more labored and you buried your hands in his hair as he licked up and down, occasionally swirling around a bit, earning a pathetic whimper from you.

This service continued for several minutes before you felt the pleasure increase a large amount and you gripped his hair tightly. "I'm..c-coming..!" The Doctor heard you through all the stimuli he was experiencing; the whole ordeal had caused a massive, throbbing bulge in his pants which he was trying his best to ignore. At the sound of your warning, his tongue dove straight between your lower lips and he began to bob it in and out furiously. You clenched up; it was a strange feeling, completely foreign to you. Nevertheless, it felt fucking fantastic. You almost screamed again as you clawed at his head. Before long, you found yourself unable to hold it back any longer, and your back arched as you rode his tongue to ecstasy.

You smiled and giggled a bit when he stood up to face you. The bulge was painfully noticeable to both of you now, especially when he slid down his trousers to reveal a pair of question mark-print boxer shorts. To anyone else, the sight would have been a riot, but it only served to prepare you for round two. You bit your lip and looked up at him.

His lips were smiling sweetly, as if he was glad he'd finally given you the pleasurable experience you so desperately deserved. Some of your..er, fluids, were dripping out of the corner of his mouth. He'd hungrily lapped them all up while you were still coming down from your first orgasm.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. The Doctor was an alien after all, so what about his reproductive organs? Were they anything like a male human's? Would they hurt you? What about his semen; was it dangerous? Radioactive or something? The Doctor seemed to read these questions on your face as he leaned in close to you, propping himself up by putting his arms on either side of you.

"Don't worry," he assured. "Time Lords are alike to humans in many ways, and the reproductive system is one of those similarities. Here, I'll show you." The Doctor slid his boxers off, revealing an eager, human-like, and rather large penis. You tilted your head, curious and a bit confused. "It doesn't look any different from a human male's..." You trailed off, unable to say the word. The Doctor chuckled. "Why should it? For all their physiological flaws, humans do have one good thing. Your reproductive system is efficient and pleasurable. We Time Lords saw no reason to change it."

'Change it? What is that supposed to mean?' you felt yourself about to ask. But you decided not to; a scientific discussion would ruin the tone the Doctor had so painstakingly set. You simply looked up at him, making sure your tone was playful and innocent when you spoke. "Show me you know how to use it properly, then."

The Doctor gave a devilish smile. His hand reached around your back and unclipped your bra, sending it flying to the pile. You'd almost forgotten it was still on. His eyes locked with yours once again as his member prodded your opening, earning a purr from you. You closed your eyes in bliss as he entered, and he buried his face in your chest, grunting in pleasure. You were surprised when he did so; it barely even hurt.

Bringing your hand up to his hair again, you half moaned, half whispered in his ear: "Move." He obeyed, starting off slow at first, with no real rhythm, you realized. He was obviously out of practice, but that was fine. So were you.

As he began to get a feel of you, though, his pace picked up and a clear rhythm developed. His face was still buried in your chest, and one of his hands moved up to grab one of your boobs. It fit perfectly in his chilly hand. The other hand was in the middle of your back, supporting you just slightly off the console.

He squeezed gently on your tit and gave the nipple a swift lick before encasing it in his mouth completely. You moaned loudly, your hands clawing at his back. It was incredible; the position he had you in was delivering an endless wave of pleasure slamming into your spot, and you hadn't told him (you had no idea how he knew), but having sex on the TARDIS console had been a fantasy of yours from the moment you set foot in the ship. His pace sped up, and the TARDIS was filled with constant moaning, grunting, and a steady slapping sound.

After a while of this, the Doctor's grip on your back and breast tightened, and he moaned against your skin. "Ohh..._______, I'm..coming..." You could feel another climax building up as he said so, and moaned in his ear, making him speed up even further. Within seconds, the Doctor thrusted into you once more and gripped you tightly as his warm seed was shot into you. "_______..!" he grunted out your name. You moaned at the feeling and came with him, your walls tightening around his shaft. He pulled out slowly, spilling out a mixture of fluids as he did so, leaving you shivering with pleasure and full of cum.

You felt your energy exhausted and were just nodding off to sleep when he looked at you, smiling sweetly. Reaching down, his fingers brushed over your clitoris, making you shudder. He moved his hand up to your lips, wiping the fluids on them. "You were right about your lips being chapped. Have some lip balm."

You managed a weak laugh. "I'm..tired. Can we go to bed?" The Doctor nodded, picking you up bridal style. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his chest. He carried you through a door and into his bedroom. Various knick-knacks and articles from previous incarnations and adventures littered the shelves and walls, but his bed was large enough for two, and it looked very comfortable, especially at this particular moment. Conveniently, its covers were already pulled back. You thanked the TARDIS for that. He laid you down on the bed and gave you a deep kiss before laying down next to you and pulling the covers up over your heads. You giggled in the darkness and cuddled up next to him, falling asleep in minutes to the steady beat of his hearts.

The Doctor--your Doctor--smiled to himself as he stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head. He'd laid unofficial claim to you the first day you'd met, but not until today did he seal the deal with a kiss. Well, several kisses to be precise. ..Well, more than a kiss. Much more. As he admired your features, which he considered perfection beyond words, he fell asleep, holding you close.

That was only the first of many, shall we say, "intense" moments between you and your Doctor.