Gone

[thetenthdoctah]

Why do you need a fresh start?

because I've lost my muse on here and the stress of having this many people expecting something of me is stressing. 

[thetenthdoctah]

coulsonphilcoulson replied to your post: coulsonphilcoulson replied to your post: ...

Whatever you gotta do, do it, the master and I will follow you to the end of time and back

this is why i love you two

If i restart, your master will be the primary verse for it, so~

[thetenthdoctah]

I might need a few days to deliberate on the thought of swapping accounts and losing 1000+ people

Well, if you care, you'll know where to find me

[thetenthdoctah]

coulsonphilcoulson replied to your post: Considering a revamp of this account. I think what...

Yaaaaay

might swap accounts though

as soon as I hit over a thousand my will began to dwindle

[thetenthdoctah]

Considering a revamp of this account. I think what I need is a fresh start, honestly. 

[thoscheiongallifrey]

just in case you need something to cheer up.. here have a smiling scruffy David Tennant

[thetenthdoctah]

tthe-masterr replied to your post

You’re back?

Halfway, yah

[thedreadedmaster]

He moved out from under the Doctor's hand, grumbling. "Oi, watch the hair. This doesn't take care of itself, you know. And yes, I regenerated." The Master looked up at him and scowled, the fire evident in his eyes. "I regenerated because of you."

[thetenthdoctah]

"Well obviously not me me, but I still get yer point. What'd other me do this time, hmm?"

[thetenthdoctah]

I leave you alone for five minutes and this is what happens.

A grumble, at least he still has his legs about him. And had managed to get away and barrel into the TARDIS doors and somehow, shut and lock them. That’s all part of the mystery. 

[themasterkoschei]

Laughing, he turns back to the other, poking his side, “we’re as private as we can ever get so I will let this slip of sentimentality fall free.” He leans in closer, eyes wide and walls down, “just as long as you promise not to leave.”

[thetenthdoctah]

His smile softens, he pulls him closer.

"I promise. I'm never gonna leave ya" he whispers, kissing his forehead, puling him closer and closer to their shared bedroom. 

[thetenthdoctah]

[themasterkoschei]

I’d miss you more if you wore a decent suit.

[thetenthdoctah]

Tha's rude, but I'll let it slide. You're looking particularly scruffy today, did you sleep well?"

[halorvic]

Who are you calling “short”

[thetenthdoctah]

[mp3jockey]

Visit Original Link

[thetenthdoctah]

Folkin’ Around — Panic! at the Disco

your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung with a little bit more character for show

[thetenthdoctah]

thedreadedmaster replied to your post: “No, but really ‘m back in town.  What do I have…

"It’d be nice," he said.

"…." grumbles, crosses his arms. "I don’t think I hafta answer to you"

[thedreadedmaster]

"Really?  Having a conversation with someone who you thought was dead wouldn’t be fantastic?  You wouldn’t want to jump right in there, go for it?  Of course not.”

[thetenthdoctah]

He humphs, retaining his position. "If I had a pound fer every time I heard that I'd.... well I'd have about six pounds, wouldn't I Master? I can smell ya from a mile away-- though you've  regenerated"

A smirk, he comes over and pats his head, beaming. "Still can't manage t' get taller than me, can ya?"

[thetenthdoctah]

thedreadedmaster replied to your post: "No, but really ‘m back in town.  What do I have...

"It’d be nice," he said.

"...." grumbles, crosses his arms. "I don't think I hafta answer to you"

[thetenthdoctah]

"No, but really 'm back in town. 

What do I have t' do, dance for ya?"

[themasterkoschei]

Football Practice | AU

[themasterkoschei]

Harold chuckles against his husband’s lips. “I have no idea how I will manage such a thing, Mister Saxon-Smith.  Perhaps you should…give me an idea or two as to how I may best make this up to you.”  

He kisses his way down John’s neck, nipping and licking the smooth skin as he tugs John’s shirt aside to expose more skin.  His hands slide up under John’s shirt, fingertips lightly teasing over John’s stomach.  When he next speaks, his voice is a soft whisper, hoarse with desire and need, “shall I get on my knees, let you use my mouth for your pleasure?”  He bites him harder, pressing a kiss to the bite to soothe the pain away, “maybe on all fours for you?  My back?  Put myself completely at your mercy to do with me, to use me as you please?”

[thetenthdoctah]

He shivers, he holds his husband close to his sensitive skin an arches into the grazing finger tips on his stomach— he knows he’s not really the one in control here, that’s juts the way their relationship dynamic was. He bites back a strangled whimper, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair to pull him back. He kisses Harry, it’s rough and bruising, and given the rare opportunity to have his husband and starts leading him up the stairs towards the bedroom. 

[themasterkoschei]

Harold follows John up the stairs, completely willing and eager for some time alone.  Jack, light of their life though he may be, was underfoot quite often and had drastically affected their private life, as kids were wont to do. Smirking, Harold brought John’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently.  His thoughts drifted to the fineness of John’s fingers and how they felt on his skin, his eyes down to the taunting tightness of John’s arse before him on the stairs.  He had waited so long to have John as his own, and he would never let him go.

[thetenthdoctah]

There's a softness to his eyes, he pulls his hand away from the kiss to stroke his cheek, giving him a teasing taste of what's to come as he leaned down and grazed his lips with his own, before fleeing up the stairs. A perfect life, a perfect husband, and a soon to be completed and perfect family. 

He grabs his hand, tugs him into the bedroom, closing the door behind the other and sealing them away for the time being. He pulls off his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair beyond reason, and moves his hand under Harry's, desperate to get their bodies impossibly close.