A theme I forgot to follow

I'm currently working on a fanfiction. You can find the first part here. The next part I want to include some of Dottore's segments, but I need inspiration! If you feel comfortable, throw your segment my way and they could end up in the story. There's only two main requirements:

-You are 18+

-The Dottore Segment OC in question is also 18+

You can either list the OC on this post here as a reblog OR DM me. I'm also on other social media but none of the accounts are really NSFW.

Across Dottore’s lab lay several blueprints, stained coffee cups, and a lingering scent of blood. All the Mora I’ve poured into Dottore resulted in a partnership no currency could quantify. It was such a shame someone with so much promise chose to conduct their life with such…questionable choices. Nonetheless, we did share similar views about the world. That alone made our relationship worthwhile.

“What is it that you want this time? The Elixirs of Immortality were delivered just days ago,” Dottore said. Dottore stood against the wall, his hands holding onto a large blueprint. I watched as Dottore’s face scanned across the paper, as if searching for something. 

“Ah you’ve always been one to fancy brevity. I’ll keep it short, then. I have a request for you. I would like to conduct an experiment in relation to my new set of lungs,” I said, watching as Dottore’s face briefly met mine before returning to the blueprint in his hands.

“Hmmm? What brought this on?” Dottore asked. I was ecstatic to answer this question. 

“Curiosity, mostly. I’d like to see if these lungs will last,” I said with a grin.

“Last? They were specifically made to last, you dunce. But nevertheless, I will entertain this asinine request of yours,” Dottore said. Dottore’s hands make quick work of folding the blueprint, placing it on a nearby desk. Dottore faces me. I stare at Dottore expectantly. 

“I’m quite interested to see what method you choose to experiment with. Keep in mind that my body itself is not meant for much physical exertion. I suppose if you need more tim–” I said, but felt Dottore’s gloved hands pull at mine. 

Suddenly, I was pressed into a wall behind me. Dottore’s hands gripped my own.

“Spare me your pleasantries. I need no more time,” Dottore replied. I could feel his grip tighten around my hands. Something about the situation made me feel compelled to goad Dottore further. 

“Oh really now? You’ve managed to ascertain your experiment parameters in mere seconds? Now, this is a true display of your artistry,” I said, looking at Dottore. There was a brief moment of silence before Dottore’s face came close to mine. I could feel Dottore’s mask brush against my face. 

“Keep this up and I won’t help you at all,” Dottore said. Dottore lets my left hand go briefly to remove his mask. I tilted my head. How curious–Dottore rarely took that mask off–why now? My left hand now felt his grip again, forced against the stone wall behind it.

“Exactly what should or shouldn’t I keep up? That last comment was meant as a compliment, you know,” I asked, taking the rare opportunity to stare right into Dottore’s eyes. Those hot red eyes glared at me. Something about that annoyance, that glance–that attention. Something about that made me long to irritate Dottore further. 

“I must say this is quite a rare stretch of silence from you. I presume this is you starting your experimentation process, yes?” I inquired. Dottore remained silent as his hands started to move from my hands down to my arms. I made note of the change, watching as those hands pitch along my waist and chest. I was tempted to talk more, but it appeared Dottore was already going to work on our little experiment. It wouldn’t come across as strange if Dottore was checking in on how I was healing. None of the prodding invoked pain or any unpleasantness. 

“Any pain or discomfort?” Dottore asked. 

“None at all,” I responded. I kept my eyes on Dottore’s face. I wanted to savor my time being able to see his expressions. Had Dottore always looked so annoyed underneath his mask? Red eyes met mine. 

“What is it?” Dottore said, letting out an exasperated sigh after.

“What?” I asked. Dottore slid his hands to my shoulders. His forehead rests against mine now. Those red eyes continue to stare at mine. For a moment it felt like time had paused, the silence hanging in the air. 

“Are you ready for the experiment to begin?” Dottore asked. I nodded, looking at Dottore’s  body closely. I hadn’t seen a single medical instrument. What exactly was Dottore planning to use to test my lung’s constitution? 

“Yes, I trust your methods,” I said. Dottore nods, gently tugging at my shirt. I glanced down at his hands before looking back at his annoyed face. What exactly was Dottore getting at? 

“Lift up your arms,” Dottore said. I did as told, lifting my arms. My shirt came off in one fluid pull from Dottore’s hands. I watched as Dottore carefully undid my pants and then pulled off my undergarments.

“What exactly is your plan with this experiment, Dottore?” I asked. There was a growing curiosity I had with the current situation. I was stark naked, back against the wall–Dottore standing right in front of me. There had to be a reason for such a precarious situation. I awaited Dottore’s answer only to be met with his lips being placed along my neck. I straightened my posture, feeling the cool smooth stone against my back.

I still had no answer as Dottore’s hands now rested along my hips. I was certain asking more questions at this time would not get answers. Dottore’s lips left my neck after several minutes of sucking, licking, and biting. How this tested my lungs I hadn’t a clue. But who was I to stop this experiment just as it began? 

Dottore used his hands again  to pull at mine, guiding me to an operation table. Unlike other portions of his laboratory, the operation table was always pristine.

“Get on the table,” Dottore said, “Prop yourself up on all fours.” I followed the instructions without question. I glanced over at Dottore, who had been taking off his pants. What an interesting experiment this was becoming.

The temptation to say more kept growing. Even knowing my words would go unanswered, the thought of not making a sound unnerved me. I could hear Dottore’s clothes drop to the floor, his hands gripping my waist. My hands and feet were placed along the leathery operation table.

Without warning, I could feel Dottore thrust into me. I shook at the sensation. Hard, quick thrusts sent shivers down my spine. I focused on keeping myself upright, my hands trembling. Keeping this position was more difficult than I anticipated, my feet wobbling at every thrust Dottore made into me. I couldn’t help but start to pant. And  certainly keeping this position was working my new lungs some.

“Breathe through your stomach, not your throat. You’re panting like a wild animal,” Dottore said, using a hand to push my head upward to face him. There was that annoyed glare again. I smiled in response, taking Dottore’s advice. I took deep inhales, exhaling slowly as I groaned. I repeated this process, trying to focus on my breathing instead of my shivering mess of a body. Deep inhales, long exhales–the process was repeated ad nauseam.

“Match my pace with your breathing,” Dottore instructed,  increasing the speed of his thrusts. I could hardly focus on anything but my breathing now. I followed Dottore’s instruction, inhaling as I felt him thrust into me and exhaling when I felt Dottore’s cock ease out. I couldn’t help but to continue to shiver. I could feel my glasses begin to slide off my nose, the silver chains  rattling as they touched the operation table below.

A gloved hand gently pushes my glasses back onto my face. How thoughtful of Dottore to think of my glasses! As I continued to focus on my breathing, I noticed that Dottore’s pace began to slow. His thrusts still had force behind him, but the spacing between them became elongated. I adjusted my breathing per Dottore’s instruction. Then, without warning, I could feel a warm liquid fill me up on the inside. The thrusts stopped, Dottore removed his cock, and I collapsed on the operation table underneath me.

That activity was surely a workout I hadn’t experienced in ages. Dottore wasn’t one to be intimate like this–but when he was–I was hardly the one taking charge. Not that I minded that much, anyway. I wiped sweat from my brow,  turning over to glance at Dottore. Dottore appeared to still be annoyed, per his usual. But it felt nice to see it on his face instead of having to imply it all the time. But there was one question burning in my mind, one that bloomed in my head once I felt Dottore fill me up with his cum.

Before I could speak, Dottore’s hands flipped me onto my back. I stared up at Dottore with a grin.

“Well, that was quite the experience,” I said. Dottore pushed my chin upward, his eyes looking over my features. 

“Any feeling of faintness? Trouble breathing? Phlegm in throat? ” Dottore asked.

“None at all,” I said. Dottore removes his hand from my chin.

“Are you finished?” I asked. 

“Yes and no,” Dottore replied. What a contradicting answer Dottore gave. I remained on the operation table, patient as usual. Dottore proceeded to walk around me, circling me like a predator stalking prey. 

“I must say whatever method this is, is unnerving,” I said, hoping to learn more of Dottore’s plans. But he remained silent. The silence only invited me to provoke him further. It was time to ask my burning question.

“Can’t make up your mind on the success of this experiment…or are you just taking a look at your work?” I asked, hearing Dottore’s footsteps stop. Soon after I felt lips on mine. Mmm–what a familiar sensation. I held the kiss for as long as Dottore would allot me. As our lips parted, my eyes looked at Dottore’s face. There was something different this time instead of the usual annoyance. I could just barely make out a blush on his cheeks. I smirked at the sight. Perhaps Dottore was at a loss for words?

Dottore proceeded to sit beside me on the operation table, an arm grabbing me and pulling me close to him. It was seldom that I got such warm treatment from Dottore. I have decided to savor it and hold onto the memory. I wrapped an arm around Dottore, too.

“It’s nice to know you can still shut up. Anyway, there’s much to be done yet,” Dottore said, his hold on me growing stronger. I let his arms twist and turn me every which way. My back was to the operation table again, my eyes staring up at Dottore. 

“Hmm? What exactly else needs to be done here?” I asked. 

“Didn’t you say you trusted my methods?” Dottore said, a disgruntled look on his face. I nodded, patting Dottore’s back. 

“Indeed I did. But, that doesn’t satiate my curiosity,” I replied. I could feel Dottore tug me closer, his face mere inches from mine. 

“What will?” Dottore asked me. I leaned into Dottore’s face. Our noses were touching. My eyes were able to peer directly into those red ones.

“Your honesty,” I admitted. Dottore let out a chuckle. Then that chuckle gradually moved into a full on belly laugh. What was so funny about desiring some integrity? 

“Ah, Pantalone,” Dottore said, leaning in to peck my lips, “You never cease to astound me.” I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not. Regardless, I continued to accept the kisses.It was several minutes of kissing. Perhaps the extended period without air could be considered taxing on my lungs? 

After a while, Dottore pulls away from me. His red eyes are soon obscured by his mask once again. I frowned.

“And I was just getting used to seeing your face again,” I said.

“Oh, don’t you dare pout at me!” Dottore grumbled, standing up as he began to walk away. 

“So you’re just gonna leave your operation table in this state? I’d never expect that from you, Dottore,” I said, watching as Dottore stopped in his tracks.

“Oh, our experiment is far from over,” Dottore said, “Unless, that is, you have reservations?” How could I deny a scientist his curiosity?