Wow hey first request to you but your work is so fire🥹
If it’s okay with you can I request a size difference moon god!Dottore x reader bc I love size difference and he’s tall af🥹♥️
✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?
notes. hello anon, tysm!! fah you definitely starting off strong with this one.. size difference always got me feeling a type of way i swear, and moon!dottie no less?? my walls bouta get a fresh coat after this one.
tw. size difference, manhandling, power play, use of ‘dear’, fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, finger sucking, riding, dacryphillia, stomach bulge
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
trilune god!dottore x afab!reader
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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