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Doctor Who The Shakespeare Code | 3.02

#doctor who #tenth doctor #martha jones

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crookedfivefingers · 3 days

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Doctor Doctor 😊

#this gives me so much life #doctor who #tenth doctor #martha jones #fanart

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crookedfivefingers · 3 days

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In 1969: Martha works every day in the shop to support the Doctor.

meanwhile the doctor waits for Martha to come home:

#real #also choosing these jimjams in particular was a stellar choice #doctor who #martha jones #tenth doctor

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crookedfivefingers · 5 days

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Me: Why aren’t there so many more TenMartha shag-or-dies? Let’s write a simple one!

Me, later: Let’s base it on Ten being required to bring Martha to orgasm X amount of times in X amount of ways

Me, several thousand words into new fic whilst actively ovulating: Let’s make Martha a virgin+have Ten be super empathetic and gentle about it because they’re best mates/he knows she fancies him/he wants her to be comfortable+enjoy herself as much as she can

Me, falling apart: Over and above all of that, let’s channel obscene amounts of energy into ensuring it’s in character/realistic/feels like an actual [NC-17] episode

#tenmartha #ten x martha #tenth doctor #martha jones #doctor who #just shouting into the void - don’t mind me #honestly I’ll be happy if ONE person enjoys this smutastrophe #I know the bulk of TM shag or dies are handled with pretty heavy and consistent angst #and I’m not saying this is angstless #but I really want to highlight the trust+affection between them #their friendship is so often tragically overlooked #of course there’s an emotional imbalance between them but he still adores her #and finds her attractive - which certainly doesn’t hurt #and obviously they’ve got chemistry in spades #anyway idefk why I’m using tumblr as a diary but it feels good to write it down

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crookedfivefingers · 6 days

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got back into making art for the first time in years! started off with a little genetic transfer

#YESSS I love this #omfg #my beloved you are on tumblr and I am overjoyed #doctor who #tenth doctor #martha jones #tenmartha #fanart

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crookedfivefingers · 25 days

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33 hands for Martha and 10 for the ask game :)

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

The Doctor winced—badly—when the antiseptic touched the gash. It was, unfortunately, hopelessly endearing.

"Hold still," said Martha, gripping his hand tightly. He grinned at her sheepishly. "I'm the Doctor," she muttered under her breath. She dabbed at the wound. "I'm fine. I'll just bleed all over the TARDIS floor. It's not gonna get infected. I don't get infected. I've never heard of an infection in my life."

"I don't," said the Doctor. She looked up at him sharply. "Get infected. Well," he said. "Not usually. Hardly ever." He grinned at her lazily.

She wrapped the bandage twice around his wrist and then diagonally over his hand. Smoothly, she wrapped it around his fingers, until his hand was wrapped up. She clipped it into place.

"There," she said.

"There!" he cried, holding up his hand to inspect it. "Look at it! Good as new." He looked delighted. She smiled.

Almost idly, he put his hand down on hers.

She noticed.

He smiled.

#I love this ❤️#doctor who #tenth doctor #martha jones #tenmartha

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crookedfivefingers · 25 days

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MARTHA ❤️❤️❤️❤️ if Martha jones has zero fans I am dead

#awww so lovely!#doctor who #martha jones #tenth doctor #beebs

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crookedfivefingers · 28 days

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Ten x Martha • Mature

WIP snippet. AU scenario where there wasn’t a “Year that Never Was” and Martha continued traveling aboard the TARDIS [against her better judgment]. Also AU in the sense that the Doctor is actually willing to smother all of that UST once and for all.

The Doctor walked right into Martha’s personal space, succumbing to her orbit, studying her face as his hands pursued a symmetrical study of her sides.

The tank top she wore clung to her curves: modal and elastane blended into something red and soft beneath the exploration of his fingers. The hem met bare skin over the crests of her hips, which he traced with wide sweeps of his thumbs, dragging the material without ever slipping beneath.

“So,” he began conversationally, choosing not to acknowledge the tremors he could feel running through her body like a dozen little currents. Barely tilting his head, he leaned in close, only stopping once his nose brushed alongside hers. “Have we got a plan, or are we just sort of making it up as we go along?”

Standing this close, Martha didn’t even need to try for him — not really. She probably had no idea that her body was already making short work of his senses, laying claim to them, bolstering his resolve to have her — and in as many ways as she would allow.

In addition to the allure of seeing her dressed down, she smelled clean and lovely: like shea butter and peppermint toothpaste, both of which the Doctor could already taste as trace molecules sought refuge on his tongue.

They barely managed to mask the telltale plume of pheromones that were coming off of her, however.

“I… oh,” Martha gasped as his grip tightened to tug her closer, a nervous smile playing on her lips. “Erm. Well…” She hesitated just before placing her hands flat on his chest, then seemed to reconsider, sliding her arms up to wind around his neck. “Reckon we sort’ve work best when… When we haven’t got a plan, yeah?”

Humming appreciatively, the Doctor slid his hands around to her lower back, reveling in the way his long fingers seemed to splay from one side of her body to the next. Blimey, she’s small, isn’t she?

Steadying his hands, he drew back, smirking at her half-mast stare. “Mm. I knew there was a reason I wanted to keep you,” he purred, husking through each syllable, allowing the heat of his words to pour into her parted lips without an ounce of pretense as he once more brought his face to hers.

Though Martha’s eyes fell shut, the Doctor’s remained shuttered as his mouth hovered over hers — a gentle (and entirely unnecessary) tease. The poor girl was already so far gone, her petite frame all but trembling against him — but he had to admit it was a bit fun keeping her perched there, trapped on a razor’s edge.

It was only a matter of time before he would make up for all of this torture, certainly (and with handsome interest) — but presently, he could hear her heart pounding between every last uneven breath; he could feel so much human heat radiating off of her skin, enticing him further, and… Oh, yes.

They were going to have great fun, weren’t they?

It was fascinating just how seductive this regeneration was proving to be. It felt brilliant. Every nerve, every neuron was alight with wanting, tempting him to draw out every detail, savoring the prelude to what he could imagine would wind up being quite the torrid fucking.

Something told him that was exactly what she wanted — what they both needed — and the Doctor was happy to oblige.

#doctor who #tenth doctor #martha jones #tenmartha #ten x martha #dw fic #my fic #wip snippet #tenmartha smut

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crookedfivefingers · 29 days

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Hell yes! Martha Jones!!

[Image ID: 'Maybe,' the Doctor said. But I've got something you haven't. Something that can still win the day and sort you out. Something I bet you've not even thought of.’ Orlo gave a derisive laugh. 'And what is that? 'Friends. I've got Martha. She's brilliant, she is. She'll think of something.’ ./ End ID]

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crookedfivefingers · 29 days

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