“Yeah no he does this a lot. He’s just excited, let him get it out of his system. Yes, I am around this every day. There’s just a point where you have to let him have his moment so he can be happy.”
Alright folks we are back in business, heheh. You'll see me today for our Monday stream (My apologies for the lack of one last week, I had some unexpected things come up)
Synopsis: Just some silly petplay with your lovely Doctor, can't get enough of his big full chest either! ♡
Author's Note: This is not proofread & something I slapped out while daydreaming, I will hit my fictional faves with the trans beam!
Contains: Afab! Reader x Afab! Transmasc Dottore, Petplay, Scissoring, Lactophilia (well not direct nursing, but milking his tits I think counts) Sub Dottore x Dom Reader
Dottore kneeled beside a tall desk, sat upon a baby blue dog bed with a bone shaped gag strapped in his mouth. He waited impatiently, stripped down to his harness and arms tied behind his back with red silk. Silver barbels decorated his perky nipples, a thin jewel encrusted chain connecting the barbels. To complete the look, a deep blue leather collar banded his throat, a silver tag with your name engraved on it chimed as he moved around. His mask set perched on the desk, something you would flick and play with as you worked on signing documents. Dottore stared up at you, ruby red eyes with a piercing gaze tracked your hand as you reached out to touch him. He whined for attention as you lifted his chin and swiped your finger across his lips and cooed at him.
“Quiet down puppy, you know the rules, no noise until I'm done with work.” Dottore only leaned into your touch, whining and nudging himself closer. The ache in his chest and heat in his tummy continued to simmer as you dragged out your signatures, the subtle scratch of your pen on parchment adding to his desperation. You tried to keep a cool facade, though the heat gathering in your core gave your feelings away. Dottore leans closer, resting his cheek on your thigh, drool dripping from chin. With a fond laugh, you run your fingers through his pale blue locks, gathering a handful and pulling his head back. He lets out a sharp yelp as he's pulled back, soft chime from his collar reaching your ears. “What did I just say puppy? behave, I'm almost finished.” Truthfully you had finished signing a few minutes ago, not wanting to keep your silly husband waiting too long, regardless of how his pathetic whimpering turned you on.
With a stretch you push your chair back and tap your thigh, a quiet signal to your dumb pup that it's playtime. You snickered as he scrambled between your legs, red eyes staring up with pupils blown wide. He whimpered and nuzzled into your clothed pussy, panting heavily. How cutely he tried to hold still, hips making little abortive twitches as he waited. Deciding to be nice you unclasp his gag, setting it down on the desk beside his mask. You can hear him panting as he mouths at your pussy. Reaching your hand down you unzipped your trousers and let him nuzzle against you.
You grab a fistful of blue locks as he nuzzles and pulls your panties down with his teeth, glancing up at you wide eyed and pleading. You give him one teasing warning before shoving him down against your aching slit, grinding against his face. Dottore moans as you buck up and sucks harshly on your clit. He gives gentle kitten licks to your folds and peppers kisses to your clit as he whines. Pulling him up for air he sobs and whimpers, subspace washing over him like a wave.
You smile down at him, taking in his glossy eyes and softened expression. Petting his hair you let him rest with his cheek on your thigh, chest heaving as he breathes. You almost pity him, tied up and his tits full and swollen. Your sweet husband had augmented his body both to defy fate and also for your silliest kinks, his chest now perky and swollen with milk. He loved having his chest played, letting you pierce his dusky nipples with your favorite jewelry. You grope and squeeze his chest, playfully flicking and tugging at him, leaving tiny pink crescents dotted on his skin.
“Words puppy, you earned your treat but you have to tell me.” Dottore whimpered as he tried to form words, voice raspy and sore. “My chest please, it's so full it aches p-please!” He humped your leg with desperation. You pull the ribbon around his arms loose, clicking your tongue at him when he moves. With a pat to your thigh, Dottore stands on shaky legs and straddles your lap. You leave several quick bites on his shoulder and neck, suckling dark marks into his scarred pale skin. Dottore squirms in your lap, letting out soft moans and gasps as you feel him up and grinds his aching pussy against yours.
Dottore grinds down harder, whimpering and eyes unfocused. A sharp tug on his titty chain pulls a yelp from him. You coo at him, tugging on the chain lightly. “Think you can come just from your tits today puppy?” Dottore frantically sobs and nods his head, whorishly moaning as he grinds against your lap. “What a good boy you are, puppy.”
You fondle and feel up his chest, squeezing thick muscle and purposely avoiding his nipples. He lets out a string of soft sighs and tucks his head against your neck, pleasure from his chest making his clit ache with pleasure. You cup one pec in hand and then tug on his other nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive flesh between your fingers. Dottore moans loudly and leans into the touch, so you pull harder on his nipples and squeeze his chest. Small white beads of milk form on his nipples as you pull on them and squeeze his tits. “Hah ah ♡ feels so good ♡ more please.”
Small droplets of milk form and you continue to fondle his pecs. It made your heart beat faster, how Dottore so quickly unravelled by your touch. You snaked one hand down to his swollen clit, cruelly rubbing soft circles into the bundle of nerves and returning to fondle his chest. “Ah-h ♡ oh fuck Darling pleaseee~ hah ah ah ♡” Your husband arches his back, placing on hand over yours as you squeeze his chest and the other clutches at your upper arm. Rivets of milk bead and spill from his nipples, dripping down his tummy and soaking his cute bush and thighs. One particularly hard squeeze and milk squirts from his sore chest, Dottore shrieks and leans back on your shoulder, babbling and grinding against you, his cunt dripping slick. You kiss his throat as his orgasm pulls him over the edge, rubbing harshly against his swollen clit. His release mixed into the milk that now stained your chair and pooled on the floor.
Dottore whines as he is peppered with kisses, trembling in your arms. You giggle and nuzzle against him as you scoop him into your arms and carry him from your small home office to your shared bedroom. All the while cooing at him and whispering filth into his red blushed ear. “Good boy puppy, I think you deserve a treat for such hard work yeah?” Your husband responds with a pathetic whine, shaky arms clutching around your neck. You gently lay him on the bed, soft furs and dark silk a beautiful contrast to his pale complexion. Dottore looks up at you with the sweetest expression, full of adoration and lust as you kneel on the bed.
Your husband whined for attention, nestled like a prince among the silk pillows. You give him a knowing look, giggling as he grabs his own thighs to hold his legs open with his pussy on display to you. You grab a bottle of lube from the night stand and pour it over his hole as he yelps from the chill. Dottore opens his mouth to protest only to throw his head back and cry out as you grind your pussy against his. “Good puppy~” You coo as he hiccups and moans with each rub to his sensitive clit. He closes his eyes and grinds upward against you, your clits bump together and he lets out a hiccupped sob. The prettiest blush spreading down his chest and heated skin.
Dottore panted wildly, trembling in your grasp as you grind against him. You watch with amusement as your husband thrashes and arches his back, moaning loudly and sobbing out your name like a prayer. Drool drips from his mouth as he clutches at your arms, roughly grinding against you as he chases his second release.
“Oh! oh please so good ♡ can-n’t thin-AH!” He squeals out with each deep rock of your hips, his velvet walls clenching and drooling slick. Milk squirted from his chest as you groped and grabbed at him, grinding back and moanimg as your clips bumped together. You smile down at him, panting and moaning at his wrecked expression. Lacing your fingers with his, you squeeze his chest and thrust harder and faster against your sweet husband, his cries of pleasure and the sight of his chest soaked in milk driving you closer to release.
“Please please oh oh ♡ too muucch-hah!” He shakes and clutches you close, shrieking as you bite down on his chest and suck hard on his nipples. Your husband looks absolutely ruined, soaked in milk and with the prettiest arch to his back as he cried out and came hard. You moaned loudly as he squirted, your own orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave. His sharp cries and your soft moans fill the room as you both chase the small after shocks and tremble in each other’s arms.
As you come down from the high, Dottore cups your cheek, his carmine gaze soft and full of love. You sighed, lust sated and slowly rocked your hips back as Dottore shivers and clings to you like a lifeline. He moans weakly and lays sated among the pillows, minty blue locks stuck to his sweat slicked forehead. You lean forward and pepper him with kisses, amused that he's too fucked out and clearly deep in subspace. He shivers and whimpers as you pepper kisses down his body, leaving a soft kiss on his swollen clit.
Sliding from the bed you grab a soft cloth and bowl of cool water from the night stand, gently wiping down your husband’s heated skin. He trembles and whines for you, your name is barely a whisper. Once cleaned off you set aside the bowl and cloth aside, giggling at your very fucked out husband. Dottore smiles up at you as you dutifully pull away the soiled linens, tossing them aside to be washed later. Settling by his thighs you spread his legs, pleased at how his pussy is still shiny and soaked. You set his legs down, rubbing soothingly at his hips and knees.
Climbing up to the headboard you sink into the pillows, your husband’s soft scent of spices lingering around you. As you stretch and get cozy, Dottore gracelessly rolls and flops over on top of you, head smooshed into your chest. You look down at him with a soft smile, gently rubbing his back as he sighs and settles his weight on you. Aftercare with your husband is something special, nothing crazy needed, just the comfort of your heartbeat and embrace enough to soothe him. You watch with amusement as Dottore tries to blink back sleep from his eyes, eyelids drooping and he presses close to listen to your heartbeat. You coo at him, stroking his cheek gently and lull him to sleep. Your own dreams and sleep claim you shortly after, safe in the embrace of your loving husband. The morning after is soft and languid, neither of you in a rush to get up.
something something emotional something something this blog is everything to me something something thank you for being here and supporting me you guys don’t understand it truly means the world to me
I’m so happy people are talking about incel Zandik more ugejehshehd BUT
May I present the version of him who is both a nerdy asshole roommate AND he’s like, the best fuck you’ve ever had?
MDNI
Imagine knocking on his bedroom door down the hall near your own just to hear him groan a very gravelly, unenthusiastic “what” through the other side. You come in and politely tell him you’re just coming to take any dishes and he’ll just point at the various cups, plates, bowls, and silverware scattered about his desk space, scraped clean of the food you prepared for him (though he’d never admit he liked it). You could hear him clicking furiously whilst playing a game, cussing someone out through his headset every few seconds.
He was rude, a slob, misogynistic, had no life direction, and generally was not the kind of person you ever pictured yourself sharing a living space with. Still, the bills were paid on time and groceries were in the fridge, even if it came at the cost of Zandik demanding a second dinner at 11pm. He had literally zero regard for anyone but himself.
STILL, to your dismay, he was sexy as all hell. You could hear him stroking his cock through the walls every night, muttering under his breath about pornstar tits. You’d accidentally seen him naked when he forgot to fully shut the bathroom door before a shower. He was hung like a fucking horse. You hated him for it.
But you so loved to touch yourself on the opposite side of the wall in time with him, having memorized his sounds and breathing patterns enough to sync up your orgasms <3
And of course he would catch onto this eventually because your noises were distracting him from his gooning sesh (god forbid🙄). You’d hear irritated footsteps thumping down the hall and your bedroom door would fly angrily open, his sweatpants hanging low at his hips where you could almost follow his lil happy trail down to the goods.
But then he’d see you scrambling to cover yourself and this eerie calm would wash over him, like, oh, this slut wants me bad.
He’d spend that next hour plowing you into the mattress so good it would leave you wondering where the fuck he learned to do that and how the fuck he knew exactly where the clit was when you’d never seen him remotely near a female that wasn’t yourself. The condom finally conceded and broke after about 20 minutes of straight fucking with no stop.
And he’d take so much advantage of having a live in fucktoy roommate that was into him like that! He’d put you on his lap and have you ride him while he “dealt with noobs” on his game, making sure to pick up your moans in the mic. He’d shove you beneath his desk to choke on his cock when he was feeling lazy, tilting your chin up with his fingers just to spit into your mouth after you swallowed his load. He’d use you as a way to blow off steam after shitty matches, folding you into the couch without having muted in his vc.
Of course, this didn’t make him any nicer to you. In fact, you now had a man demanding dinner with his hands all over your thighs and ass, pressing you into the counter. And, though it felt a little wrong, you kinda didn’t mind.
