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His almost-mind accidentally filed me under "lust"



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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    Missy needs to make sure the Master won't ever forget to carry a spare dematerialization circuit. And since she knows him so well, she knows just how to make it stick.

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    15 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    The Doctor remembers his first time.

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    01 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 2

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    Lips moved. Words were being said. Pretty lips, pretty skin, smell of flesh and catnip, blood time lord blood pretty

    “I can hear you.”
    A voice barrelled into his psyche. He tried to answer it, something coherent and suave would be good but-

    “BITE.”

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    18 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 6

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    Someone tuts - a low, rich voice, arch in the sort of sympathy that comes with a smirk. “Oh, dear. Someone's been a little lax with security, haven't they?”

    The Doctor flexes his wrists. “Who are you?”

    He flinches when the hand cups his cheek, a possessive thumb under his jawbone and four fingers splayed across his face; he hadn't realised the body was that close. The touch isn't skin. Something cold and textured. Leather? The fingers squeeze lightly, and drum on the Doctor’s cheeks. “That's a wonderful question. You can be so clever.”

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    25 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 4

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    But when Harry gets into the TARDIS he feels hotter than ever; he sighs, reaching the central console and slumping against it, wishing the metal could take some of the heat away; usually, it’s cold to the touch. This will pass. It must be a sort of sudden heatstroke, or something like that. Manageable.

    “You do look quite hot,” the Doctor says, suddenly looming over him. He presses the back of his hand to Harry’s forehead and it’s all Harry can do not to whimper - the console might be doing nothing, but the Doctor is wonderfully cold. His hand leeches all the unpleasantness out, and he really could just stand here… forever. “Did you eat anything out there?”

    “I’m not actually an idiot,” Harry says, his eyes shut.

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    Harry, Sarah Jane, and the Doctor, and all the various ways one can be fuck-or-dying.

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    25 Feb 2026