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Might be a lil too freaky idk but I think Pantalone would be such a peeping tom...
It was quite common for Pantalone to listen in and observe things that were not meant for his eyes and ears. It was part of the reason why he had gotten himself into so much trouble when he was young. But this time, it was not his intention to draw near to such a sight. It was purely coincidental that Regrator happened upon you pleasuring yourself. He had only come for a standard visit, something you poked at him about and batted your pretty eyes for, to come keep you company whenever he had the chance. And who was he to deny you that?
The only issue was that he had now stumbled across your fingers toying with your cunt, breathy moans escaping your lips. After all, he hadn't sent notice he was arriving, so you were unaware that he was dropping in. The door left ajar provided Pantalone a clear sight of your undressed figure... your bare chest that he wanted to tease, tears that normally didn't suit your lovely face but decorated you exquisitely when born out of pleasure, and your hole that he yearned to have flutter around him.
"Zandik! Hah... ah..." Calling out the name of his dear co-worker was to be expected. Your body shook with every push of your fingers, coated in your slick that he would do anything to taste, even if it stained his glasses.
But Pantalone blinked and adjusted his glasses, casting his gaze aside. Really, he shouldn't be looking on at such an intimate scene. He had enough sense to know he should have left the moment he realized what was happening, but he simply couldn't pull himself away from you. Now though, he really should be on his way. He wasn't the one you were longing for after all, so-
"Oh... F-Feofan..." The second his own name left your mouth, his attention was locked onto you once more, eyes widening. Well, that was certainly... unexpected.
He watched as you sank into the mess of pillows and sheets, the mumbles of both of the Harbingers' names growing more muffled. If he wasn't focused before, now he was entirely enraptured. Pantalone could only wonder if whatever was going through your mind was as filthy as his own imagination. He pondered whether you would like for him to have his way with you, or if you would like to show him how you managed to make Dottore kneel for you. Either way, the sight and squealing of you coming was burned into his mind shamelessly.
"That was quick," Dottore remarked when he saw Regrator return from your quarters. He had grown accustomed to you and his fellow Harbinger spending periods of time together.
"They were a bit... preoccupied with something, so I cut things short. I'll be going now." Pantalone said simply, and Dottore didn't question it. "By the way, Doctor..." Pantalone paused to give his friend a small piece of advice. "You might want to pay some more attention to your dearest." Dottore looked at him with a quizzical expression, but that was all he had to say before he strolled out.
More importantly, Pantalone had to focus on keeping the matter between his legs at bay until he reached back to the privacy of his office.
do you ever think about riding akademiya zandik to tears ..... omega this prime that Let's think about virgin zandik.
You had learned very early on that it was rather easy to fluster your beloved Zandik after you had gotten close to him. It had gone from him blushing from a shoulder brush, sucking in his breath when you caressed his cheek, hoping you wouldn't notice his unwilling hardness during inopportune moments, to him stroking himself when you weren't around to satisfy his unfamiliar, growing desires. So with that information, it wasn't that hard to get him pinned underneath you, cock painfully straining against your palm.
"You're looking rather flushed, Zandik. I've barely even done anything," you let out an adoring sigh as you gazed at your lover. Zandik's arm covered his face as best he could, avoiding letting you see how embarrassed he was, although it didn't do too much to help his case. He had always been so serious, so uncaring, and yet now, he was putty in your hands and unable to retort with anything that held weight.
"You know, I always thought you'd be more talkative. I guess I need to push you a bit more to hear it, then." Zandik mourned the loss of your hand around him, only to hear the ruffle of clothes and some shuffling. Admittedly, he moved his arm a bit to peek at your lovely form, unable to pass up the opportunity to watch you remove your undergarments.
"Like what you see, do you? Coming from you, I'm flattered," you giggled as you noticed his piercing red eyes tear away from you when you caught him staring. Whatever protest Zandik mumbled out meant little to either of you, especially when his chest was already shuddering in anticipation. It was incredibly unbefitting for someone like him to dream of this for so long and yet, the scholar couldn't help but let out a cry when you sank down on his cock. The tears were almost immediate. At this point, he had stopped pretending that he didn't care.
"W-Wait!" Zandik left out a hiss as your hole perfectly enveloped him with more than he knew how to deal with. "You need to... s-slow down," he managed to get out through pants, and the blinking of his eyes to slow down his tears didn't make him appear any less pathetic.
"Well, if this pace is enough to get you like this, I can only think about what would happen if I went a bit faster." Your hands moved to rest on his chest as you gently wiped away his tears, dampening your sleeve with them before kissing his forehead. "But of course, I'll listen to my sweet Zandik."
His Akademiya uniform wasn't that thick, and yet he felt like he was burning up. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead, as his heart jumped to his throat, your name stuck on his lips. It wasn't long before you lifted yourself up and back down again, murmuring his name in similar fashion. Abandoning his stubbornness, Zandik's fingers dug into your thighs, considering his tears flowed freely no matter how much he rubbed at them. And yet despite his grip on you, you were the one in control. It was... an odd feeling, but it was... nice. And so it was no surprise he had come within the first few thrusts, completely spent, arms falling to his sides.
He lied there unmoving, as you slipped off of him and moved to tend to him. Zandik always felt so tired after this sort of thing, but... he felt a sense of warmth he had never experienced before he met you.
45: You're not planning on abducting Aranara for your experiment, are you? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
65: What's so funny?
45: Don't you find this so adorable?
35: Seriously? Are you saying you're adorable?
I’m cryinggg I love 45 so much 😭😭 I can’t believe it’s the same segment from the trailer and the boat scene
Omega too 😭 damn, I’m sorry for cursing you for years… come back man let me ride you
YES YES I LOVE HIM TOOO!! 🥺🥺 Always knew he'd be the most funny and playful segment...
I just wish they were a bit more creative with the design? They really just copied Omega, changed his hair a bit, and threw on the coat 😭😭 I don't hate it though, I actually love big fluffy coats. I foresee that the coat stays on during sex, actually. He just pulls you inside of it with him so you're all nice and cozy on his lap, and then he rails you. And teases you relentlessly. Yes. I see it completely.
But no yeah. We can ride the self hatred out of Omega TRUST ME 🔥 I still miss him because he was my fav 🥺
Nahhh. I love OG Dottore but come on. He is 85. That is a man with erectile dysfunction! The 65 segment is the real prime here!! At the very least he’ll last way more than ten minutes. 😭 Not even trying to slander OG, there’s merit to my words I promise!
65 has a very captivating build. It may just be the coat he wears with the fur, he looks pretty big from what I can tell even for his age. That segment would rattle the bed, no worries about his bones creaking or his back breaking 😮💨 LMAO I’m sorry
BDKSHFEUFW STOPPPPPP THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION HAS ME LAUGHING 😭😭 WELL, IF YOU'D ALLOW ME TO DEFEND HIM 🤓👆This is THE Dottore we're talking about, he's got all those feats and accomplishments, I'm sure he can work something out so we can get on with it 😋 (shoutout to the person who asked for him to invent viagra-) Besides... he's still got a mouth and fingers 🙂↕️
But ANYWAY... I'm inclined to agree. Mostly because I'm biased and like 65 a lot. I'm surprised they went full plague mask and also the lil top hat, and long hair? 😭 he's so goofy I love him... mwahhh. BUT YEAH I ALSO LOVE HOW BIG AND FLUFFY HE IS TOO!! At the same time though, I can't help but giggle because all his moans and noises would probably be muffled by that mask and you can only kiss the lil beak of it 💔 At least he'd drape his fur over you when he's done 🥹
I'm most likely in the minority when I say this but the 25/Glasses Dottore is my least fav of the canon segments 🤔 NOT THAT I DISLIKE HIM OFC THEY'RE ALL POOKIE I'm just making an observation since everyone seems to be going wild over that one... I think I'm just more attached to the others...
I wish they gave the segments names at least Wdym I have to keep calling them by AGES... I get that they all somewhat saw themselves as Zandik but... no my babies deserve BETTER. Ough I wish we got more interactions than just the little notes too 🙁
Literally crying over thr archon quest but god DAMN I'd jump old man Zandik's bones but also FUCK I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S DEAD😭😭😭 BUT ALSO ZAAMNNNNN😍😍😍😍😍 BUT FUCKKKKK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😍😍😍😍😍😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Congrats anon, I was WAITING for someone to say this to me, it gave me a good chuckle. I'm honestly surprised not more have considering my whole tl is people thirsting over old Dottore to levels I have NEVER seen before 😭🙏 And I mean... zamn indeed.... I'm usually not into this but... he can get it. 😋🤤
Spreading the agenda over here because. It’s amazing.
Smooches, how do you feel about afab!dottore? There’s been an influx of Datattore and Moongodttore with pussies so I think it’s especially relevant now 😭 would you ever dabble in that?
YALL THIS IS THE FIFTH ASK I'VE GOTTEN ABOUT THE DOTUSSY?!!!😭😭😅 I PROMISE I'M GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING SOONNNN😼😭😭😭🥺💕
we NEED a threesome with pantalone dottore and of course fragile reader... pantalone yearning but he can also join for one time no😌😌
It was a sight that Pantalone could only see in his dreams. Your nude body completely bared to him, pressed into the softest silk sheets belonging to his bed, wet and aching for him - all with The Doctor watching ever so closely. The scholar hovered behind him, the beak of his mask nudging against his ear as he seemed to urge him to continue.
"You are a very capable man, Pantalone. I don't think I need to give you any instructions on how to please them," Dottore said, his fingers ghosting along the banker's chest. "I do hope you manage to satisfy them. You see how eager they are right now, yes?" He motioned to you lying down, neediness brimming in your eyes, as Pantalone's cock had been nestled between your thighs, rubbing against your folds for far too long in your opinion. At his words, you quickly nodded your head in agreement and shifted around, soft thighs wiggling in Pantalone's grip attempting to get even a bit of friction, eliciting laughter from both of the Harbingers.
"Your concern is misplaced, Doctor. I may not have known them as long as you, but with how... expressive they are, I won't be lacking for very long," Pantalone hummed, grazing down your chest with the coolness of his rings, to which Dottore let out a sound of amusement. The scholar pulled himself away from the Ninth and positioned himself on the other side, and with careful gentleness, Dottore lifted your head and rested it on his lap. The perfect place to observe your face and your cunt enveloping Pantalone's cock.
It only took a few moments for the banker to stop teasing you and finally sink into you, the sensation immediately make you gasp and arch your back. Dottore remained silent but focused on the way you squeezed around the other man, his hand petting and stroking the top of your head.
"I-It feels so good," you let out a sigh, Pantalone's real name was already spilling from your lips. He wasn't even all the way in, but you were already feeling waves of pleasure, not just from him but being snuggled in between them. You think Dottore let out a noise of approval, but when Pantalone fully pushed into your warmth, you were already tearing up.
"Crying already?" Dottore swiped his thumb along your eyelashes. "I do wonder if that's indicative of your performance, Pantalone, or if it's simply their emotions running high." You sniffed as you leaned into his hand, reaching to intertwine your own with his other one as Pantalone fucked you.
"Is it a problem if it's both? I find being able to sway their feelings and their body important." Pantalone really didn't need to be told anything, as expected of him. He was an observing man like Dottore, but in his own way. He had probably figured you out in his head with all of the yearning he'd done. Every thrust he gave you and every brush against your sensitive spot that dirtied his rings made sure you knew that.
Though you had done the same. You reached out toward him, fingers touching his as you cried about being close. And so when Pantalone's hand closed around yours, he swore he was close too, ready to give you everything he had and-
When Pantalone woke up, he was confronted with only two things that needed his attention. One, paperwork. Two, his cock. And of course, he was alone.
medical play with Dottore n reader… I love imagining reader thinking their check up is normal until Dottore’s hands start to wander (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) next thing you know reader is all fucked out on the examination table !!
It was nearly every day that you were hoisted up onto Dottore's operating table. It was simply a natural part of the routine - making sure you were well, all your vitals were normal, your medicine taken - and the scholar was oh so attentive to your needs. Very much so in fact, so perceptive of your sensitive spots, after so much careful observation that escalated into physical examination...
It was just an average day as you patiently sat before Dottore as he prodded at your body, his gaze sweeping over you with little noises of approval as he progressed with the check-up. His hands wandered up your shirt to take your heartbeat, praising you as you took deep breathes at his command... all normal things! So it was easy to zone out... to relax... to let your doctor do his thing even if it meant ghosting his fingers over your nipples, even if it meant mindlessly swallowing whatever he pushed through your lips- wait... what?!
"H-Hey, what are you- mhm!" With that, Dottore pulled at your hardening buds with interest, letting out an interested hum as he "examined" your chest.
"Relax, my love. Today's examination is going to be a bit more... hands-on. You do know that it's essential we conduct them periodically, don't you?" His thumb runs over your lip, wiping off the remains of whatever he just gave you. "Ah, that? It's meant to prevent any interruptions to this evaluation." Your body felt sluggish yet sensitive at the same time, hard to move and you could only twitch and whine every time he brushed over your arousal. You could only let him properly lay you down, the examination table's cool metal doing little to relieve you of the warmth coursing through your body.
"Now, shall we began?" Dottore tightened the gloves on his hands, the fabric giving a feeling of clinical inspection as he explored the softness of your body. But naturally, your own clothes got in the way of his survey and he reached for the tray of tools that were to the side. You helplessly watched as the scalpel cut through your clothes with swift yet scarily accurate precision. Pieces fell to the floor while he busied himself with prying your legs open, your body his to do as he pleased.
"Fascinating... already wet, are you? I didn't expect things to advance this quickly. Perhaps I don't know enough about my dear patient as I should... Allow me to correct that." Dottore's finger pushed into your cunt, your back arching, as much as you could anyway. You panted as he focused his attention on adorning his mouth and fingers with as much of your slick as he could, as if he needed to imprint the taste on his lips to remember later.
"Not yet," he rumbles, even after your juices have dirtied the table. The rustling of his own clothes is enough to get through to your mind, even though you're almost completely gone. "I just need to see a bit more to finalize the result..." The tip of Dottore's cock kissed your opening before burying inside of you in one go, your sopping hole more than ready to accommodate him. At the very least, he was kind enough to give you a break every time you came, using the time to scribble on his clipboard instead.
Don't worry, you deserved a kiss and more and a warm bath after all of his poking...
want Dottie to put me in mating press so badly and hard while he's praising me
At a glance, anyone would deem Dottore as someone far removed and detached from romance, intimacy, and anything of the like. But that wasn't the case when it came to you. In fact, the combination of the passion, desperation, and obsession he came at you with still managed to make your heart jump at times. Most notably when he made it his goal to fill your mind (and hole) with nothing but him and nothing else, and he was, as he is with anything really, very efficient at doing so.
"Are you still with me?" Dottore thumbed the bridge of your neck, maybe wondering if he'll need to give you something for your surely sore throat from all of your squealing. He certainly hadn't held back when he pushed into you, each thrust reaching deeper and harder into you than the last, until his cum began to coat his cock with a ring. But the soft tone with which he cooed at you made your cunt flutter.
"I suppose that's a sufficient answer," the scholar chuckled, perhaps already knowing the truth, especially when you were carefully tucked underneath, everything about you on display for his inspection.
Dottore's chest was so close to your own, his face of similar distance, with the two curls of his hair drooping down to tickle your face. Your legs dangled in the air, brushing against his back or occasionally his hands if he decided to run them along your thighs. His red eyes that usually held nothing but clinical observation and analysis now also held a certain fondness - somewhat gentle but more so tinged with a certain possessiveness - probably the cause as to why he deemed it necessary to keep you pressed underneath him. And even more than his body that kept you trapped, his eyes were impossible to avoid, especially when he was face to face with you. His gaze always went hand in hand with he was filling you up.
"Keep it up. We still have a long way to go. But I have full confidence in you," Dottore said, pulling back a bit so he could properly fuck you again. Even his slight shifting to adjust himself made you gasp, his cock teasing your sensitive walls, and he knew it. However, the teasing only lasted a few moments before it turned into full thrust, immediately making your legs shoot up and your back arch. But this was a tried and true routine, and your squirming did nothing in the face of Dottore's arms caging you in. It impossible to do anything but cry and sniff as the scholar pounded into you, his previous load dripping down your ass making it all too easy to give you another one.
A part of you wanted to beg him to slow down, to give you a break - but he felt so deep inside of you, that you could hardly get out any proper words, much less a coherent sentence. Even if you could, the absolutely filthy noises that filled the room would probably weaken your plea from how clear it was that you were enjoying this.
"Surely this isn't your limit? I know it isn't. I know that you can see this through until the end." Dottore's tongue darted out to savor your tears, his hand reaching to toy with your opening. "I believe this greedy cunt of yours can, at least. Taking me so well..."
Pantalone pining for fragile!Reader...he knows he shouldn't, but he's seen how happy they are with Dottore (and ...heard more than he probably should have; the walls of the Doctor’s lab are thinner than you'd think), how happy he would be with them instead. They are beautiful and intelligent and kindhearted, and he yearns for them not just emotionally but also... physically. So the next time he runs into Reader, all those salacious thoughts come to a head, and he can't help himself...when Reader looks at how nervous and awkward he is and realizes he's hard 🙈
Pantalone was conscious of his greed. Very much so, in fact. When he saw something he wanted, he simply obtained it, and it was usually not too big of a hassle, considering his current status and wealth. And on occasions when it proved to be a bit more work than usual, just a bit of effort and planning, maybe even scheming was more than enough to bring things into his favor. It had been his tune for so after becoming a Harbinger, that wanting something that he couldn't get was almost like a cruel smack in the face that reminded him of his younger days. Specifically, the target of his longing being none other than you.
He had never intended on developing... feelings. Pantalone was an expert in being charming, even borderline flirting toward others, but they were always empty. They held no truth, no substance, just greed for his own ambitions. He was almost like that toward you in the beginning, but not quite due to the circumstance of you literally being The Doctor's partner. But then he realized why Dottore seemed to become a different man in your presence. Being around you felt like acceptance. It felt like understanding. It felt like an embrace that would never leave, always lingering no matter what. And perhaps that was something both of the Harbingers needed... but obviously, only granted to one. Deep down, Regrator felt envy somewhere. On the surface level, Pantalone knew he should be grateful that you wanted to spend so much time with him, but it wasn't enough. No, he didn't think it could ever be enough. He too, wanted to shower you with everything he could give, just like Dottore did.
And as Pantalone had come to realize, Dottore was no stranger to showing you exactly how much he cherished you. Sure, spying on other people's private matters was kind of Pantalone's job sometimes, but not like... this.
"H-Hah... Zandik, i-it's so much..." You certainly weren't trying to hold back your noises, most likely due to Dottore's demand. From where Pantalone stood, that was the most he'd get. He could at least tell you were nude, from the clothes strewn around Dottore's desk, but the scholar's body was large and protectively covering yours, so all of your more private areas were concealed save for your legs and arms wrapped around Dottore, and your face buried into his neck. Pantalone thinks himself a man with his guard constantly up, but he nearly forgets the precarious position he's in, when he thinks about how easily he could hoist you onto his own desk and have his own way with you.
"... You'll take it. You're already doing so wonderful, darling." Sweet words sound so unusual on Dottore's lips, but Pantalone understands why he says them. You don't deserve anything less. If he had you in his clutches, he would do the same, and that's not saying anything about the more lewd noises that fall out of Dottore's mouth. Pantalone too, would probably replicate them if he was sheathed in your warmth. It was almost scary, the effect you had on them.
The banker's not sure if it would be worse to stay longer and have trouble basking in your presence as if nothing happened the next day, or to remove himself from the scholar's lab right now and be left to imagine in his head the sound of you coming... But he's greedy, so he chooses to stay until both of you reach your climax. The sounds are delicious at the moment, but it doesn't do Pantalone any favors when he meets you the next day. You're as beautiful as you always are, and while he'd usually be pleased to see your face, it doesn't help that the scene from a while ago instantly replays in his mind.
"... 'Lone, I can still come over tomorrow, right?" He almost doesn't notice your sweet voice in his haze of thoughts. And as observing as you are, you notice right away. "Are you alright? Your face is a bit red... You're not overworking yourself, right? If you are, well, I'm an expert in getting Dottore to stop, so maybe I can-"
The rest of your words are drowned out as now he's conscious of where the rising temperature of his body is coming from. His coat is large and thick enough to hide the entirety of his body, and that is enough for his growing hardness to not be revealed to you - but all he knows is that this is thoroughly wrong - and yet he really cannot stop his body. But despite his current predicament, Pantalone manages to smoothly make his exit, though he loathes to leave you worried, he'd clean up by then... the first step being relieving himself of his ache as quickly as possible.
dottore def uses reader as his personal stress toy
like when he's in a bad mood he just scoops reader up and starts to fondle them, squeeze them, bite them in every possible place. ESPECIALLY BITING (i love his sharp teeth)
or when he needs to do paperwork he keeps reader sitting on his lap and plays with their pussy so he can concentrate better
or when he feels exhausted or overwhelmed he just buries his head between reader's thighs and eats them out for hours. no thoughts head empty just slurping your juices and bullying his tongue into you <3
(and he's probably unaware of his own habits lmao)
When Dottore has you in his clutches, there is no way to escape, no matter how much you nervously laugh and wiggle around in his arms - especially when he's in one of his moods. So much he has to deal with, and yet the only optimal solution who truly provides him some relief is you. So you just have to be a dear and let him use you a bit! He promises it's beneficial for the both of you!
"No need to have that look on your face. I'm not going to spend too long." When the scholar appears from behind, you can't help but jump from the way his body weight presses against you with not so pure intentions, his hands reaching to squeeze certain places that make heat rise to your face. You also don't believe the second part of his words for a second. After all, when Dottore gets attached to a toy, he gets a bit... obsessed with it.
"Some... hinderances have popped up. It is most annoying," he complains, as if to give you some explanation of his behavior, though as to why lewdly fondling your chest lessens his irritation is still a mystery to you. "You merely need to stay still for a bit. I know you will do that for me, right, my dear?" And before you could squeak out a reply, Dottore's teeth had already sunk into your softness.
Or the times when his mind seems to flutter away while working, possibly due to missing you, Dottore calls you over so he can fix the problem. The only problem is that sometimes simply having you on his lap isn't enough. Sure, him fidgeting with you is nothing new, but the areas he chooses to play with aren't always the easiest for you to deal with - namely, deciding to play with your cunt here and there.
"Hmm... such mediocre results after all of that effort... I suppose we'll just have to keep going," the Harbinger mumbles under his breath, one hand controlling the pen dancing across paper, while the other is deep inside your sopping pussy, fingers keeping you full as he stretches them out from time to time. You're not even sure if Dottore hears your whimpers when he idly pulls his digits out to play with your folds, spreading them out for fun before sheathing his fingers back into your warmth. All he does is pause every now and then, cleaning his fingers of your essence as a treat, and get right back to work...
And of course, sometimes the poor scholar has to deal with simply too much after too long of a day (or rather multiple, considering his lack of sleep). The only way he can relax is to snuggle with his beloved! By snuggling, he means nestling his face between your comfy thighs and letting his overworked mind focus on one thing only as to calm down and reset... the one thing being having you absolutely pleasured!
"Z-Zandik, you've got to slow down!" Every time you thought you'd be prepared for his tongue teasing you for so long, you were proven wrong. You knew this was his odd way of destressing himself, and it made you a bit embarrassed that out of all things that was what he wanted, but it was hard to keep up with Dottore's insatiable appetite. His hands had been dugs into your thighs for ages, and you were sure they'd leave some kind of mark. But regardless, you weren't sure if he was thinking of anything besides continuing until he was fully satisfied. The noises from Dottore's sloppy tongue was probably going to have to serve as his responses for a while...
after last aq i just want to give him a family🥺😌😭 my mind goes to eottore with pregnant reader sm...
Nowadays, it had become a familiar sight to see Dottore on his knees before you, staring at your stomach with a variety of emotions that he kept sealed behind his mask. His hand gently cradled your belly as if he was scared he would break you until you grabbed him and properly rested it on the center of your tummy.
"It's been months, Zandik. You don't need to treat me like glass," you murmured, although you knew full well why your husband handled you with extra precaution. After all, a monster who had been outcasted his whole life cannot get used to a newfound place to belong so easily, despite yearning for it for so long.
"All the more reason to be careful. The later stage can be more taxing," Dottore refuted. Of course, he had well meaning excuses for the whole pregnancy. His attention to detail was almost scary from how well he took care of you and his soon to be born child.
Not to mention, for a long time, Dottore had focused on making pieces of the lab a more appropriate place to raise a child. For one, removing any dangers from the surrounding areas. Injecting color into the monotone floors and walls. He had already meticulously arranged all the necessary furniture like the cradle and monitor, and had toys at the ready that he personally made. It was ran like it was the strictest experiment he'd ever conducted. Sitting at the side and giving your opinion while he yapped on about all his future plans was quite amusing.
"Well... I know my doctor knows best and is working very hard, but, my husband also deserves his own time to relax," you sighed as you cupped his cheek and he immediately leaned into it. "Come here." And with that, he was encouraged to inch a bit closer, legs dragging on the floor in a display only you could ever see.
Dottore rested his head on your rounded tummy with great care, readjusting his position in what appeared to be an effort to make sure the beak of his mask did not poke your stomach, until he finally gave up and placed the mask to the side. His eyes fluttered shut as he nuzzled into you, the placement of your hand on top of his head making him even more weak.
Even now, he had complicated, mixed thoughts on him becoming a father. He had experienced something similar when he initially fell in love with you, unsure if it would be something that would work out. But here he was now after being with you for hundreds of years, and when Dottore glanced up at your smiling face and back down to your bump, he felt... content, despite other emotions swirling around.
A family. It was a curious thing. Not entirely unfamiliar. Dottore knew the one from his own childhood. But you had told him what he endured at their hands could not qualify as a true family. Fate had mocked him for so long... but now the family he had met and created was right in his hands, and they would stay with him.
Oh dont you worry that you make him too freaky, I (and a lot of others) absolutely love it. Now i am thinking about him rubbing himself between our thighs, telling us to squeeze our legs together tighter so i absolutely agree with him being a thigh enjoyer (and squeezing our chest during it)
I could ramble about it for hours (especially in combination with reader being tired or waking up to him doing it. Yes i am the anon who was into somno can you tell xD)
The feeling of the scholar's hardness pressing into you from behind tended to be something that made your words disappear momentarily, quickly followed by the grind of his bulge against your ass before you could recover. A tried and true method of teasing you, Dottore had clearly decided, especially effective when he had trapped you with nowhere to escape to. Being the type of man he was, Dottore had already stripped you of your clothes to properly view your bodily reactions, and to have easy access to wherever he pleased, while you could hear the rustle of his pants beginning to slide down just enough for his cock to fully press against your flesh.
"No need to be so tense," he rumbled, prying open your thighs to nestle his cock between them. "I believe you'll find this quite enjoyable as well." Dottore's fingers briefly grazed your damp cunt, some of your juices already making your thighs sticky from the way he tweaked at your chest before. Of course, he pulled away quickly. He liked observing how wet he could get you without direct stimulus.
Although the scholar was usually generously enough to let you become accustomed to his thickness, that was not the case when his cock was squished between your thighs. He let out a sigh the moment your softness enveloped him, shifting himself slightly to become comfortable as his thumb circled your nipple like it was a toy, before quickly starting to fuck your thighs at a fast pace.
"This is rather nice," Dottore commented. "It's a different sensation from fucking this tight cunt," he said as his hand slithered to rest above your hole, just barely out of reach from giving you a nip of pleasure, "but arousing nonetheless. Though I do think you can do better than this, my dear. Squeeze them tighter. I want to see how well you can perform."
You whined as you tried to comply, but you were more focused on how you could feel Dottore's cock nudge your aching cunt every so often, sending a delicious spark through your body that was infuriatingly not enough. Your juices had begun to run down your thigh from the intrusion, and he made well use of them to sloppily fuck your thighs, gliding up to your pussy, just enough to make you think he'd finally put it in, and then cruelly pull away to continue to make a mess of your thighs.
"Hah... just like that. You listen very well. It's much appreciated." The noises Dottore made, conveniently placing his head beside yours to groan right into your ear, no doubt on purpose to make your cunt drool more, and it was working all too well.
He didn't even need to tell you anymore. You longed to be filled so badly, the throbbing of your cunt almost painful - you felt so empty and yet he was right there - and you instinctively squeezed your legs in an effort to feel something. Clearly, Dottore noticed the sudden tightness, and chuckled. His thrusts grew more frenzied before he finally stilled and you felt something splatter your thighs, which shook unsteadily even though all you did was lie there.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down," he praises, pumping himself between your softness a few more times, though you can feel he's still hard. "Now... I'll give you want you want." Dottore lets out a pleased hum when your cunt instinctively squeezes his finger that he slips in, and you know he's going to have a lot of fun with you.
giving zandik ur strap for the first time. but he's already sobbing when u just put one finger in to prep him. I don't know if I wanna be gentle with him or fuck the shit out of him… decisions decisions…
Seeing the scholar underneath you had become a fairly common sight recently, but even still, this time was different from all the rest. Tears pooled at Zandik's eyes, although he persistently tried blinking them away, sharp teeth embedded so deeply in his lips it drew blood, and you were worried his hands would go numb from how hard he gripped the sheets - all because your generously lubed finger teased his ass.
When you had proposed the idea, you were met with silence and widened eyes, followed by a blush and some muttering under his breath, though it actually didn't take long for him to agree. He had always been someone attracted to the unfamiliar, wanting to learn things he was not accustomed to, open-minded enough to give it a chance. Of course, Zandik had heard of the practice - probably read about it a bit during his quest to impress and satisfy you in bed when you two first became intimate - so he did have an idea of how it would go. However... he didn't expect to feel so... so... he wasn't even sure how to describe it.
"... You know, we don't need to continue if-" You almost felt bad for him, Zandik's tears now dribbling down his face as he hurriedly wiped them. He had told you before he could handle it, but now you weren't so sure...
"No!" You weren't sure if that was a plea or demand from the way his voice cracked while he sobbed, though he quickly gritted his teeth. "No, you can... continue."
You stroked the inside of Zandik's thigh as you continued to work your finger inside him, his body jerking with every curl of your digit, until he seems to become adjusted to the feeling. You can't help but want to praise him for doing so well for you, reaching to kiss the edges of his damp eyes, and then a small one to the tip of his aching cock, begging for attention but you would tend to that later.
Despite the fog in his mind from his tears and your fingers, he still remains focused on you as you sufficiently lather your strap. Perhaps he's mentally taking notes on this for further reference, knowing him. Or perhaps through the haze of pleasure Zandik still takes in your loveliness. Ignoring your own desire in favor of his own, no, maybe it would be more accurate to stay your pleasure stems from seeing his one fulfilled. It is not a sentiment he can say he's used to. But soon enough, the tip of your cock presses against his hole while your arms gently but firmly grasp his thighs to keep them open.
"I'll be gentle," you promise, nudging the strap against his opening experimentally, treating him as something that could break if not handled properly.
"I don't need your coddling," he mumbles weakly, which makes you laugh, because you really have been coddling him from the start. Whatever else he had to say died on his lips, instead replaced by a whimper, when you finally pushed into him. The intrusion feels... odd, at first, naturally unfamiliar, but the more you inched into him, the thickness began to make a pleasurable feeling slowly but surely build up, if not noticeable from Zandik's gasps but the way his cock weeps with need.
You do keep your promise, slowly dragging your hips, but it doesn't stop you from discovering and hitting his sensitive spot early on. Before he had been able to keep most of his moans down, but with you now fully inside of him, that was something he could no longer keep up.
"Are you feeling good?" His briefly dried up tears are back by the time you find a good rhythm to fuck him, and the way you pant and squeeze your legs together only makes Zandik's throat close up more. "It's okay. I know you are. But I do miss the way you'd quip back at me..." You moved to wrap your hand around his cock, already knowing your lover is practically moments away from coming. Timing your strokes in line with the few final thrusts into his hole, the scholar spurts all over your hand.
It was Zandik's ragged breath and whines that was left in the wake of his orgasm, letting out a sound when you pulled out of him, all words seemingly leaving his vocabulary. His hand loosely covered his face, trying to gather himself once more. Good thing you were already prepared to take care of him...