#dottore thirst

it’s difficult to say how you’d gotten yourself into this position, having gotten separated from your allies and pressed back to chest of the man ( or whatever had become of him ) while he fucked into you with a purpose. a purpose you were far too stunned to believe, and did nothing to combat.

how could you? he was filling you so good, bouncing you on a dick you were sure could not fit into you based on whatever bodily changes he had undergone since you’d last seen him.. and yet it was pumping into you so nicely — pushing against your abdomen, which he had so cruelly pressed on with the palm of his large hand.

archons, the way his hand practically covered the entirety of your stomach was utterly dizzying, apart from the full nelson he had you in. talk about ambitious, but you expected nothing less from the doctor.

“you’ll take all that i give you, won’t you?” his voice filtered back into your ears, seafoam spilling over your shoulder as his pearly canines found your cartilage. “i’m sure you hardly expected generosity coming from the enemy you were tasked to kill, and it’s making you short-circuit so much..” he whispered, smiling wickedly. “as long as you remember my name by the time i’ve filled you with i all i have, then my kindness will persist.”

trailing his nose to the crook of your neck, mask digging into your skin hard enough to break, dottore suckled at your sweet spot, humming softly at the way your veins had pulsed so beautifully for him. “but perhaps we should do a trial run on that, hm?”

as if to put emphasis, he pulled you by the base of your thighs back down onto his cock, drawing a mixture between a hiss and whimper from you as hot tears lined your lashes. but to your surprise and relief, your mind was not entirely far gone. “d-dottore..! i swear-!” although it might have been better to stop at his name, rather than the beginnings of a threat..

“to who? to me? or was that a declaration you were preparing to make, my dear?” he pressed, biting down on the skin of your nape while crescents bloomed beneath the nails digging into your thighs. “if you intend to threaten me, use your words.” dottore chided, gripping your legs when they twitched to close. “you’re quite opinionated when you want to be, so say it with your chest.”

notes. hi sorry i died off a little, kinda burnt out still from ebg so i might take it easy for a couple of days — bear with me pls!

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Sugar Baby Dottore who was welcomed by the not-so-cowardly you when he came to strike up a deal with you. No longer were you that chipper easygoing lad that he despised, but an incredibly emotionally constipated man that can barely work your facial muscles into a fake smile. It almost felt like getting bit back in the ass by the way you threw him off the loop. He no longer knew you the same way you no longer knew him. It’s a clean slate. But he still hates you.

Sugar Baby Dottore who was genuinely surprised that you didn’t need a lot of convincing. That you were willing to give him everything as long as he abides by certain rules and requests of yours. He hates it (and again, you), but he’d rather cut his throat than ask Pantalone for even a tiny pouch of mora. And while he’s relentless in his pursuit of knowledge, the man knows even the mora in his pockets have limits.

Sugar Baby Dottore who was relatively glad that you never once placed him under a tight budget. You were generous with him and maybe he sort of liked that all he had to do was spread his legs and tempt you into a good time. No attachment. As soon as the fun (for you at least) ends, Dottore wakes up with an allowance that any Northland Bank branch could only gawk at. It was ridiculously heavy.

Sugar Baby Dottore who only ever resorted to seducing you when he needs something at this very instant and his little impatient mind couldn’t bare you entertaining your big shot clients first. You promised you’d give him everything if he fucked you dry, right? Often times, when his impatience strikes, he’s already grabbing at the lapels of your pristine suit, tugging you away from your now confused clients while you and him screw in the empty room right next to your study. After milking you dry, he already has his greedy little palm out, expecting you to just drop your entire leather wallet on him (he’s hoarded so much of your wallets already).

Sugar Baby Dottore who at first finds your date nights annoying but necessary (to butter you up into buying him new laboratory apparatuses) — you’re so difficult to talk to! Unlike your days in youth when you would engage him with a small smile, you and your annoying stone face only prompted him to want to watch bacteria cultures grow in a petri dish. But the moment you start opening about your work the more he feels relatively intrigued.

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly starting to cherish the little knickknacks you give him. He never really batted an eye to the souvenirs you’d bring home to him from your international trips. In fact, he used to cherish the times you were away. He still receives cash and he doesn’t have to fuck you. Anyway, he used to just ignore them and opted to only take interest in the money you give him for his lab equipment, but it’s recently that he’s staring more and more at the taxidermies of certain native species you gave him. And maybe some of those magnet things from each nation… if one looked behind his wheeled whiteboard, they could see some of the ones you brought home.

Sugar Baby Dottore who starts to get more conscious of how he looks around you and starts taking effort in looking good for you. Don’t get him wrong, he knows he looks good, it’s partly why you agreed immediately in financially supporting him. For his looks and his body. But there was something refreshing in making a conscious effort of looking even more alluring — absolutely loving the way your usually stern eyes just digging into his form.

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly becoming addicted to your scent. Your imported colognes that he used to gag at, he’s now spraying into his suit before he heads to the laboratory, absolutely loving the way when your eyes twinkle in recognition at his new scent whenever he passes by you to get his daily allowance of a hundred thousand mora (how are you not broke yet, no one knows).

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly feeling the grips of insanity when he realizes that his hatred for you is dissipating into nothingness. When he’s slowly looking forward to your cock shoved up inside him more and more. He hates that within the few months that you and him made that deal, he’s becoming more and more enamored to the mornings where he can still see you beside him, your big sturdy back facing him with all the scratch marks and love bites he made on you the night prior.

Sugar Baby Dottore who becomes far more possessive. Suddenly, the tables have turned. He thought he’d always have the upper hand, he could charm you with his body and there’s mora in his pocket in an instant. But somehow it’s him that gets hungrier and hungrier for you — he went on an all time high the one time you dropped by his laboratory to talk to him about something he doesn’t remember anymore. He likes the attention you’re giving him and archons, he wants you to have him as your sole object of affection. This man will go feral if you made external arrangements in your business trips.

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s becoming clingy to you. He can’t leave you alone for a second. His addiction of you festering within him. Suddenly, it’s not just about the mora that you’re giving him anymore. It’s suddenly turning into a matter of your loyalty to him, that one day you’ll make him your pretty wife, financially secured with his own laboratory in your mansion, leaving you no room for bargains while he stuffs himself with a mouthful of your delicious cock.

Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

May you kiss your bachelor days goodbye now, because he’s never letting go of you.

Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

Oh no! It seems like your pretty little doctor has moved onto the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

dottore always leaned towards being well above the average height for a guy. whether that was something in his genetics or some modifications that he had done to himself over the years, was a total mystery to you.. and probably for good reason. most people liked keeping their heads.

if you thought you had trouble before with meeting him for a kiss or even taking him down to the hilt.. think again.

with the moon marrows under his belt, and the experiment at long last in motion that he had carefully been crafting for this moment, dottore found himself quite pleased at the results. power coursed through his veins like never before, and the change in attire was certainly to his tastes — he could see himself getting used to this- godhood.

you on the other hand.. you were barely digesting his grandeur before, and now? goodness, he had you standing there mouth slightly ajar, pupils dilated, knees gradually weakening.

he looked.. mostly the same, but there were evident alterations in his appearance, which you were unable to stop yourself from personally examining.

dottore encouraged it, however, watching behind that mask of his as you took careful steps towards him, feeling your fingers drift along the planes of his body.

stopping in front of him, it was there that you’d confirmed he was taller — as your line of vision was no longer where it was, but now lower. if you had to say, getting on your knees was probably no longer needed to give him head.

curious, you stepped around to observe the device he had engineered, pausing halfway when you found that even his hair had grown longer — cascading like twin waterfalls down his back. he was beautiful before, but this was beyond anything synonymous to that.

returning in front of him after taking a lock between the pads of your fingers, you looked up when a gold hand cupped your cheek, cradling it as though were made of porcelain.

it felt cold, metal clinging to or replacing flesh, but it mattered little. he was there with you — gracing you with his affection and divine touch when he should have been well beyond your reach by now. you felt special — lucky. doted on.

an azure hand slid down your hip with relative ease, reaching your dampened sex with half the time needed as two large fingers pressed against your clit enough to leave you leaning into his hand for support.

he chuckled at that, humming in what could have been defined as amusement. “oh dear, i have my work cut out for me, don’t i?” he spoke up, sliding his fingers down your clothed folds at your shuddered sigh as he tilted his head curiously. “mm.. can you still take me as you normally would? or could it be that i’m too big for you now..” he voiced his thoughts aloud, feeling you grind down pathetically against his fingertips.

how cute.

that made dottore smile, another laugh tumbling from his lips. “what’s the matter, my dear? afraid i won’t give it to you now because of my change in build?” he cooed out softly, pulling your undergarments aside to slip a finger into your fluttering hole — testing. “worry not, i was eager to see the difference in performance anyhow. i can feel that you’re tighter already, and that’s just one finger..”

“i-i can take you-!” you blurted out unthinkingly, unable to live with the idea that he might not go all the way because of an extra difference in size. the last thing you wanted was to be incompetent or no longer compatible with him — that would be a nightmare. “please.. please try with me, dottore.. i wanna be filled, ‘n feel you inside of me- i don’t care how big you are- just please.. give me a chance..” you whimpered out, tears gathering at the corners of your lashes as your hands clasped over his wrist, pushing it downward.

the doctor would be damned if that didn’t turn him on a little, watching how easily you came apart at the mere possibility of him rejecting the idea of stuffing you to your absolute limit. he wasn’t going to deny you of it, his curiosity was too great to not test it out — but it was endearing to see you so worked up over it.

he could have some fun with this turn of events. “is that so?” the harbinger mused out, running his thumb gently beneath the corners of your eyes. “you don’t care about my size?”

a few beats passed after the question, the weight of his finger stilling in your gummy walls as you blinked up at him before you were suddenly shaking your head frantically. “o-of course i care! what i meant was that you..” taking a breath, you looked away, suddenly feeling shy. “you can be as big as you want, i’d.. still take you either way,” size wasn’t about to be what made you back down.

silence hung in the air for less than a minute, but it felt like more, as your lips parted to add — maybe clarify what you meant even more, only for a sharp moan to escape when another finger joined the one present.

the stretch was.. definitely something, bordering on the same you would get once his dick was inside of you, but still not quite there. regardless, it was still an adjustment that needed to be made, as you weren’t entirely prepared as yet.

patterns were traced on your clit with his thumb, pressing and sliding in a way that had you coating his hand with slick not long after. whoops.

no harm in that, however. in fact — dottore was ever so pleased with the results; he could work with this. “you came quicker than you normally would.. you like this, don’t you?” he prompted with another laugh, tearing his fingers free to bring them to your lips. “being reduced to such a small, fragile little thing that i could break if i so much as lost control with you..”

hardly even given the time to catch your breath, let alone answer his question, slick coated digits were slipping between your parted lips, which you lapped up diligently. false god or not, he should not be anything short of pristine.

and dottore appreciated that you considered all of that- you were always such a thoughtful little thing. it would be criminal to not extend his generosity to you, wouldn’t it?

freeing his fingers, he moved that same hand down to his cock, pumping it thrice before using both hands to lift you off the ground with ease.

the split second that you had caught sight of him left your insides clamping in anticipation around nothing before a thick head was suddenly pushing against your entrance. it was big- larger than what you were used to having inside of you.. but it wasn’t going to deter you from the words you had previously declared to him.

wrapping your arms around him, you buried your face into his neck, squeezing his waist with your thighs. “‘m ready.” you muttered into him, rubbing back as though imploring him to continue.

and he did.

with another mirth-filled sound, dottore sunk you from his tip downward, inch disappearing after inch inside of you until he could see himself in your abdomen.

your vision blurred for the second time, breaths coming out strained and labored as you clung to him for dear life when the stretch became unbearable. fuck, maybe confidence got the better of you — was he fully sheathed? you sure hoped he was, you weren’t sure if any more of him could fit.

tears tumbled down your cheeks as you willed your body to relax and adjust, knowing that being tense would only make things harder.

dottore must have noticed your unease because he shushed you gently, pressing a kiss to your temple as he lifted you slowly. “bear with me, my dear.” he mumbled into your ear, gripping your hips before bringing you back down onto his dick.

and goodness gracious, it was only the second instance of being filled wholly by him but you were certainly feeling it.

the third was no less painful, but by the fourth.. it was starting to contort into that all-too-familiar pleasure that you’d felt with his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat.

you found yourself bouncing on him by the seventh stroke, feeling him fuck into you as you met him each time in a rhythmic pace.

his given name clung to your lips, spilling through a needy whine into his shoulder when he brushed your sweetest spot in such a way.

because his thumbs were not too far from the action, he let them press into your clit, chuckling breathily as he felt your hips stutter against his own from the stimulation. “ah, you take me so well — my dear.. i knew you would.” he nearly hissed out, feeling you squeeze around him. “even with this larger body, you were still made for me.”

notes. AHH IM RUNNING I DEFINITELY OVERINDULGED WITH THIS ONE AKAKAJSKI moon!dottie save me moon!dottie

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something something dr. data has your legs thrown over his shoulders as he’s fucking into you — lubed up even after an orgasm or two, and you’re still squeezing him like a vice. it doesn’t deter him in any way, in fact- he feels compelled to keep going with each time that bulge disappears and reappears in your stomach. a rather.. impressive feat, given the size of him.

and when your legs previously tried to close, he merely tutted at you, a chuckle slipping from his lips before his hands encircled your legs to put you into the position you are now in. he wasn’t gonna have you give in so easily, not when he could make you feel so good while you’re opened up so nicely for him, right?

besides, you had little say in the matter, trapped under the trilune god’s pussy — which was.. very much riding into your face right now.

the taste of him easily filled your mouth, scent overwhelming your senses, not to mention the restriction of breath with his thighs squeezing around your neck and face. dottore was everywhere, and he made sure to cover all the bases. your thoughts should solely be on him, and while that would have been inevitable if it were just one of him, he was.. the kinda guy to go the extra mile.

that and you just writhed so adorably under him, how could he possibly let go of an opportunity to witness such a spectacle of you coming wholly undone for him? he had the means and resources, given his segments; execution was easy from there.

so just take him — give into the overwhelming pleasure he has bestowed upon you in not one, but two ways! the doctor is so generous, after all. satiating your greed and his own by gracing you so pleasantly in filling both of your holes with his pearlescent seed.

notes. as somebody heavily into size difference this clocked my shit too easily.. i’m weak bro💔 if y’all request that shit i’m actually cooked cuz i might be a little too eager to write it🧎‍♀️

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