cw. — doctor play , medical malpractice , dub con , nipple play , size kink , medic is a fucking freak , mpreg(?)
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a/n: yall have no idea how much self restraint i needed to not title this fic based on the song ‘doktorspiele’ </3 ikik corny on the nose tomato tomato please don’t yell at me ᰔ
𓉳ིྀ. kinktober masterlist !
“does this hurt?”
it didn’t, it was the total opposite in fact. dr ludwig’s large hands squeezing your hips shot chills down your spine, either from arousal or that small tinge of fear from how widely inappropriate the situation was. a ‘check up’ suggested by ludwig himself should’ve been done about an hour ago, yet the medic insisted on you staying for good measure. you trusted his word, the worst you assumed of him was possibly getting wrapped up in another insane experiment of his.
you’d never imagine how intimate this could’ve become, as stained fingers inched closer to your hardened nipples hiding behind your shirt. “d-doc..”
“relax, this will be over before you know it.” he leaned down until his accent was all you could hear, weighing heavy on his white lies. warmth washed over your face, burning hot the second ludwig tears your shirt in two and manhandles you onto the cold operating table. the weight of his build pressed against your back, entrapping you between him and the freezing material. “doc..?! what are you..?!” you yelped in shock, only for your words to be drowned out by whimpers as he rubbed and pinched you now sensitive nips.
ludwig wasn’t the most gentle man, calloused fingers pulling and rubbing away at your chest. no amount of squirming could free you from the man’s grip, and his growing bulge that pressed against your ass. you never imagined your doctor packing that much heat in his pants, enough to pry at your clothed cunt. “haah..you have no clue how long i’ve been waiting for this, dove.”
his tone traced with carnal desire was drowned out by yet another ripping sound, this time, your baggy pants became pieces of fabric littering ludwig’s floor. “much better.” he shakily groans. “this won’t hurt, schatz..let me take good care of you.” you could hear the sound of him fumbling with his belt buckle with a crudely loud zip of his slacks, ending with a quiet slap of his cock against your weeping cunt. pre cum already leaked out of his sensitive tip, making you wonder how long his dick was standing up like this since you stepped into the clinic.
the medic didn’t wait another second, pushing his length in you without much of a warning. fuck! he was too big! your head went blank at the burning stretch of his cock, and how he’s already reached your cervix.
“d-doctorrr..guh! too muuch!—“
“quit being so stubborn. you’re taking me so fucking well like a good paitient should.” he chuckled, dragging his dick against your ruined pussy. slow agonizing strokes met with sharp thrusts pushed your body damn near across the table, the thing itself having to be held still by ludwig before it could roll away. it was too much, felt too good to be true. you wondered if he’s ever fucked somebody this hard before.
“ah! d-doc! ack!—“ his pace forbade you from saying another word, cut off again and again by a yelp punched out of your chest. eyes rolled to the back of your head until ludwig could only see your whites from above, such a sight that pushed him closer to his orgasm. you were too cute to not fuck the second you were vulnerable in his hands, no wonder why his medical license was terminated so long ago. atleast he can bang pretty patients like you, and pretty you really were as his dick poked through your belly.
“oh..? are you too small for me?” he asked with faux sympathy in his question. you could only nod, your head too foggy to muster up a real answer, not that it mattered much anyways. through tears, you watched a sick grin spread across his face. “ahh..you’re so precious, lovely.” he sighed, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips pouted. ludwig is a cruel man, getting off on your humiliation and his own curiosity of your body driving him madder than a man on viagra. no way he was stopping, nor was he pulling out.
he couldn’t miss this opportunity, not when he was so close and so deep in you. seeing you pregnant, swollen and round, especially a male? how could he not? a train of thought that forced his hips squished against your bruised ass, pressing himself deeper and deeper until..
“ludwig—! wait! doctor ludwig ah!” you couldn’t mutter another syllable as his hot seed filled your womb to the brim until your cunt leaked gobs of cum down his shaft and onto the floor. he barley paid attention to the mess being made below him, not when he was in awe at your fucked out state and full belly. without even knowing, you’d become his next target of his terminal curiosity.
“excellent job, boy. i’m gonna love having you for the next couple months..hm?”
I had this small idea ever since everybody started doing their own versions of poker night, but I didn't had time nor energy to draw.
I thought it would be interesting to see these four interact if they straight up didn't try to go for eachothers' throats under a minute, or if they weren't insane.
Despite the drawing clearly lacking anything related to poker (minus the table), and proper background too, of course, I just wanted to make a quick fanart of these four doctors without medical licenses without putting too much effort into it.
Hope you like it :)
Characters from left to right:
Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane (DC)
Victor Gideon (RE9: Requiem)
Medic/Dr. Ludwig (Tf2)
Dr. Rick Trager, or White Collar Business School Douchebag/Richard Trager (Outlast)
