#dottore smut

[mayplekiwi]

Based on current Poll tally [Here] - Omega [Web] can't tell whether to be happy he's winning another poll or to be upset that its for him to get railed untill he's crying. Beta is trying to convince him to forfeit so he gets the funding for new clothes.

My new schedule is something new [WIP], something old [Reblog] and something blue [Dott] from what i can tell lol. Im excited to see the results. some suggestive sketches for these 3 since they were the first 3 voted for.

[silverflqmes]

any thoughts on brat tamer dottore… ive always had it in the back of my mind but i wasnt unsure how or if it would even work

i still and always have thoughts abt him, anon and i promise that have a draft that i’m working on for it andhskshd you’re the third that’s asked, and i don’t blame you😔 but just a tiny bit of patience w me pls! for now, i leave you with a small treat and whoever else stumbles across this🧎‍♀️

until i finish that thirst i will say that yes — it will work, but it will take a lot of tries to annoy him enough to end up doing something about it. he’s a patient man, he’s dealt with all kinds of people throughout his long life, so your antics would be water rolling off of the planes of his back, until it becomes apparent that his clothing is beginning to soak.

only then will he act, and while his words will be saccharine, his actions will be firm — overpowering, disciplining. he’ll coo about how you’d done nothing but sass him, and how he could have been gentler if you had only behaved yourself.. but you didn’t. you continued to disrupt his work, parading yourself as a tease in his labs, insulting his intelligence and making a mockery of his position as the second harbinger. if he was so powerful and wicked, then why wasn’t he the first?

your mouth just wouldn’t stop running, and with him torturing so pleasantly with anything but his lips or dick, you were all but reduced to incoherent babbles and spluttered apologies for his forgiveness. such a foolish thing, thinking you could take everything back now that he was finally paying you mind, but dottore wouldn’t be so easy. you wanted it the hard way all due to impatience, so he was going to make you endure before he was satisfied with your torture.

[silverflqmes]

raaaaagghhhh this has been occupying my mind forever but... datatorre breeding.... and hes so big too that hes like... hunched over your whole body.... love that guy.

✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄!

notes. while i’m not super crazy about breeding i see your vision anon.. might be on the shorter side but i still wanted to indulge a little<3

tw. breeding, size difference, stomach bulge, full nelson, use of ‘dear’, praise, dumbification

uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..

dr. data!dottore x gn!reader.

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 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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[flipppityflop]

Dottie facefucking drab because I really need to post something😳

MDNI

You were unable to breathe. Completely. On the one hand, your mouth was stretched to the point of your jaw burning, molded around the base of Zandik’s cock completely down your throat. Every twinge of your esophagus registered the length obstructing your airway, having to fight your own body not to gag.

You tried to relax, really, you did. Still, it was hard to when your nose was pressed all the way into his pubic bone, the faintest breaths you could manage through your nostrils registering his natural musk.

Tears gathered at your waterline as he held your head flush to kiss skin, ignoring the weak, muffled whimpers you could barely manage to squeeze out of your larynx. This was a punishment, after all. He was tired of seeing you get on so well with his other segments, having caught 25 in his quarters pleasing himself with a piece of your clothing in hand.

Whether or not it was truly your fault was irrelevant to him. Had you not interested him so, you simply wouldn’t be in this situation. He’d already dealt with 25 before this, leaving him wincing every time he went to sit down. A suitable consequence in the original’s mind.

Zandik was only satisfied with your position when you finally begun to purple, lacing his fingers into the roots of your hair to roughly pull you back off of his cock. A line of saliva kept him connected to your lips as you coughed and sobbed, hair mussed from his yanking you around.

“I don’t believe you’ve fully learned your lesson” The Doctor said sternly, thoughtfully. The cold leather of his gloved fingertips slid beneath your chin to tilt your gaze up to meet his own.

He looked rather pleased with himself, hardened cock still wet and bobbing between his thighs, throbbing harder at the way you looked up at him so pathetically. You were utterly submissive to him, and, archons help him, he couldn’t help the jealousy he felt when his segments, or anyone else for that matter, had the audacity to want you.

The gentle hand that cradled your chin suddenly moved to cup the back of your head again, pulling you closer,

“no, I’ll have to,”

he slid himself back into your mouth with one harsh thrust,

“force it into your stupid little brain.”

His hips snapped so violently, so quickly, you didn’t have any time to register what he was doing. Saliva and precum were flying everywhere, dripping obscenely onto the floor as he mercilessly ducked your face.

Your tears spilled over your lashes, adding to the sticky mess beneath you as your pathetic cries went unnoticed by Zandik. No, he was too lost in the sensation of your warm throat constricting around his cock to register much else.

In the slurry of his outburst of movement, he said just one thing, his fingers tightening so hard on your scalp that you cried out in pain.

“you belong to me.”

With a few more harsh thrusts, he brought you flush to his pelvis again as he pumped his load directly onto your stomach. Only when he fully softened up did he finally let you go, coughing and gagging and completely wrecked. The entire bottom half of your face was slick, your hair completely mussed and a little damp, and whatever you were wearing definitely needed a wash.

Zandik looked down at you, tucking himself back into his pants and smirking.

“Perhaps I should bring in 25 and receive his input on your current state, hm?”

[azraellu]

Segment 25 x Female Reader NSFW Oneshot

"Can you... fight the temptation?"

Warnings: smut, medical kink, bondage/restraints, asphyxia (breath play), fingering, aftercare(kinda).

18+ only, please(~˘▾˘)~

A/N: My first attempt to write a proper oneshot on Tumblr. Wish me luck! I'd be happy to hear criticism in a respectful manner. Its shorter than I usually write since it's my first time to write Dottore/Reader NSFW staff, so yeah. Continue at your own risks~

Words: 1317

In the cold, sterile room, a grim silence hung in the air. Only occasionally did the faint tapping sound of a syringe being handled break the stillness. It could mean only one thing: the young Lord Dottore was working in the laboratory.

The patients had grown accustomed to seeing different Lords Dottore. The youngest one was particularly sharp and stern, he was rarely allowed near them. The older ones were occupied with more important projects. So most of the time, it was their Lord Dottore who tended to the patients — an attractive young man with rectangular glasses and neat hair. He had a pleasant voice and very soft hands. He was neither too harsh nor too gentle and was deeply invested in his work with the patients, always attentive to their well-being and condition. Today, however, he was focused on one specific patient.

You sat on a chair in his office while he worked with the syringes. You didn't know why, or what was inside those syringes, but you felt an impatience, a longing spreading through your body. Especially when you noticed him adjusting himself. Dottore set the syringe down on the tray and turned to you.

"Undress and lie down on the exam table."

You rose on unsteady legs, walked over to the couch, and sat down. The robe and underwear slipped off your body as if of their own accord, without any help from you. You wanted him to see you, to admire you once again.

Dottore raised an eyebrow.

"Darling, 'lie down' means assume a horizontal position, not a seated one."

You huffed and lay back on the couch. He stepped closer. He restrained your wrists to the exam table’s rails, not tight enough to hurt, just tight enough to stop your hands from moving much. You tugged once, testing, and the soft sound of restraints was the only sound until he pressed the cold bell of the stethoscope to your sternum.

“Breathe,” Dottore said, not as a command, but as an offering. You did—deep and slow—and he listened your heart stuttering under the metal. Then his palm replaced the scope, warm and flat against your ribs.

“Again.”

You inhaled. He pressed gently at your throat with his other hand. Your pulse jumped against his fingers. You felt it. This rush of desire, of pure want, of impatience.

“Good,” he murmured, and his thumb traced your jaw. “Now hold it.”

You did once again, closing your eyes. Dottore didn’t untie you. Not yet. But he kissed your temple first, so you could calm down your nerves and blow off some steam. His one hand went down to caress your already wet clit with his long fingers wrapped in a tight medical glove.

"Ahh!" you exhaled from a sudden friction. He hums, moving his fingers slowly, then went lower to feel your dampness and to hoax his fingers in your lubricant.

"Shhh. Good girl."

Then Dottore pulled his hand away and reached for the sealed syringe on the tray nearby. He held it up where you could see it clearly. It was a clear liquid and a tiny needle. You were afraid of big needles. He remembered. Of course he did.

“This is just saline,” he said quietly. “It won't do anything but make you feel a little pinch. But I need you to say it anyway.”

You looked from the needle to his eyes and whispered.

“Yes.”

Dottore's breath hitched slightly but he quickly regained his composure. He swabbed the inside of your elbow — slow, cold, deliberate — and you shivered. When the needle slid in, it was barely a sting, but you squeezed your eyes shut anyway once again. His free hand found your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

“Look at me,” Dottore said. Not harshly, but rather almost comforting. You opened your eyes, and he held your gaze as he depressed the plunger.

When it was done, he withdrew it just as carefully, pressed a cotton ball to the spot, and held it there with his thumb. It wasn't the same thumb that caressed you just a while ago, you thought with a slight annoyance. Then Dottore bent down and kissed the inside of your wrist, above the tape, where you could feel it.

“You did so well,” he murmured.

His other hand, that same hand that caressed you, found your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, feeling your pulse race under his palm. Your breath still hitched from movement, even though it didn't hurt at all. It was as gentle as a feather.

“Now hold it once again for me,” he whispered.

You held your breath once again, closing your eyes. He clicked his tongue. His hand from your hand fell down once again as his two fingers to go caress your clit. You started to move, arching your back and writhing a bit as his fingers teased your slightly swollen flesh. Dottore's fingers slip down and this time go right inside you. You moaned, your back arching once again.

Dottore chuckles, pulling his hand away from your neck.

"I suppose it's too late to tell you to breathe," he said, and right in that moment you finally noticed the bulge in his pants. He wanted it just as much as you did. But he was teasing you, curling his fingers inside you, thrusting them, teasing you to madness. You could cum right now, but it was too early as you still wanted more.

"Please, Lord Dottore, please..."

"Please? Hm, and please what?"

You felt your toes curling as his fingers inside you touched that spot. You were almost there.

"Please.."

Dottore hums again as he pulled out his fingers. You whined at the feeling of loss since you almost came. You felt a slight throbbing in your clit. In a quick movement, he pulled his pants down and freed his cock. You watched him with a slightly dazed eyes. You needed that since he'd first swabbed your elbow. While you were laying there, trying to regain your breath, he wrapped his hand around your neck slightly once again.

"Are you ready?" he asked quietly.

You could only whimper, then roll your hips up to gesture him to continue.

"Yes, yes!!"

He pushes inside you in a slow motion and you arched into it. Dottore loved the feeling of you actually answering to his desire, wanting him him as air you breath. It made him feel like a god in such intimate setting. He thrusts up in you as his hand slightly tightened on your neck. You let out a desperate moans as you felt your climax coming once again just from the feeling of Dottore expanding you.

"Good girl," he whispered, as he was thrusting his glasses dropped down on his nose. His hand touched your chest, playing with your nipples and that's when you couldn't take it anymore. You felt your muscles moving against your will as a pleasure filled your brain. You reached your peak. Dottore followed you soon enough. The feeling of you tightening around him was enough to make him cum inside you.

You lay on the table, feeling exhausted from such intense session. Dottore didn't pull out his cock immediately but eventually he did in a slow, gentle movement. You whined at the feeling of loss once again.

Dottore quickly zipped himself back, regaining his composure. He leaned in to kiss your forehead in a comforting way, before freeing you from restraints.

"Don't try to stand up now. That would be foolish."

You wanted to say that you didn't even think about that but chose not to. He knew what you were going to say anyway, you saw it in his sly eyes.

Dottore then went to his table, pretending nothing ever happened. But you saw it: the slight tremble in his body, slightly punk cheeks from such extravagant exercise.

That definitely wouldn't be the last time.

[dotyosan]

I don't care if that mf is 85 years old, I'm still riding his dick along with all of his other segments especially 35... except 8, they're a kid

[dotyosan]

Mmm... making needy modern au Dottore whimper at the bed, couch or everywhere where you want to while you keep riding him till he's overstimulated... and him cuming inside you yummy

[dotyosan]

Vampire priest Dottore where he fucks you till you're overstimulated but don't worry, he'll be gentle with the aftercare, kissing the bite mark on your neck and a few lingering kisses <3