Wouldn’t it just be soooooo cute if The Doctor had a suuuper sensitive body? :3
Just imagine initiating that shift in the room; your hand lingering on the back of his neck just a bit longer, eyes relaxing with this sultry gaze, sauntering away and waiting for him to follow you.
3….2…1-
“Do you take me for a loyal house pet?”
(He’s already bounding toward the bedroom.)
He’s huffing and puffing with this half concealed embarrassment when you lay him down and kiss his lips, hands trailing over skin that jumps at the slightest of touches.
He’s such a moaner and acts like he isn’t, biting his lip and grunting when your fingers brush over his nipples, trailing downward until your head is between his legs.
Ugh, he makes the prettiest noises when you suck him off, his hips jerking as he begs you to slow down through gritted teeth.
You live to hear him whimper.
Riding him is the most effective method, of course. Hold his wrists against the headboard while you move up and down on his length, and you might just hear the prettiest, sluttiest whining of your life. His lashes are fluttering and his lips are parted in this pretty ‘o’.
And omfg when he cums you can always tell. He’ll start stuttering and breathing really heavily before filling you up, and it really ties the whole experience together for you.
Then, he goes back to acting like the big bad Dottore. In his mind, that’s who he is, but you know in your heart who’s hiding behind that mask (a slut).
Pantalone with tsundere s/o who doesn't like cigarettes
Summary: Pantalone —probably the most chronic smoker you can think of—has a partner who doesn't like smoking.
Note: Just thought of this while I was thinking of a Dottere one-shot. This is fluff, probably making this cause the Dottore one-shot is gonna be angst... Also yes I will most likely write x reader. Honestly once I make enough stuff here I might open comms. Also comments and likes are appreciated (pls comment, I really wanna know you guys thoughts). You guys can also send some ideas, I might make them if they interest me honestly. Had to get rid of the fluff cause someone complained the story is actually nonconsensual and nasty. Idk how it came across as that but will change it, and the title.
Word count: 599
MILD DUB-CON & SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE IMAGINE
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“Pantalone?”
You poked your head through the gap of the door once you heard nothing but silence. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, the room empty and not a single sign of where he might have gone. An idea struck you, sighing as you finally made a realization.
“Oh, don't tell me he is doing that again…” You let out a groan of frustration, eyes rolling as you step out of the room to find him.
After taking only a few steps, your senses were hit with the familiar scent of burning wood.
A grimace immediately coated your face. With no other option, you follow the trail of the familiar scent.
“And what do you think you’re doing, Feofan?” You come out from behind, arms crossed and a scowl complementing you.
Pantalone simply chuckled at the sight of you, lowering the cigarette he had between his fingers before dropping and lightly stomping over it.
“Darling, I simply just had to take a short break… from all those… idiotic vermins residing inside our enclosure. You would understand the predicament I was in, right?” His voice —smooth and charming as ever —attempted to coax your souring mood.
“Hah?”
Your voice let out a scuff growl, mocking his explanation of the cause of his actions.
He let out a nervous laugh, noticing that what he said only made you more irritated. He put both his hands up near his chest in feint resignation and surrender.
“Oh, but I did not do such things in front of you. You simply found me here, won’t you consider that as good behavior from me?” He tried to reason out to you.
Having enough of his poorly veiled sarcasm, you threw out petty insults right at him. Though it seems like it all went in one ear and out the other. It only made him chuckle in fascination towards your attitude. He let you at it for a while before sighing, wanting to finally end your relentless curses.
Unaware of his scheming look, his fingers pinched your nose easily, stopping you from your spiteful words.
But before you could let out a noise of protest, his lips connected with yours.
He hungrily moved his lips, seeing your mouth had a slight gap —he took it as an opening for his tongue to slip in. You let out a mix of a whine and groan from the taste of the cigarette lingering from him —yet addicting to take in this manner. A grin painted his face as he let out a breathy laugh, sucking your tongue to tease and entice you further.
One of his hands clasped around your throat, his thumb rubbed the ridges on the center. His other hand gripped the hairs on your nape, guiding you with confidence. You hold on to his chest in a tight manner, indicating your struggle after kissing him for a while which causes him to notice your breathless self. Having had enough fun from silencing you and how you seem to need to take some fresh air, he parted his lips with a smile.
Your head lowered, panting in relief that you could now breathe. Once you composed yourself, you looked up at him —annoyed but soft.
“Don’t look at me like that my dear. I am sure you enjoyed and relished that quite thoroughly.” He teased.
“Well I tasted the cigarette from your mouth anyway and it was disgusting!” You glared once more.
“I guess I will make sure to brush my teeth before kissing you then. I wouldn’t want my darling to be left unsatisfied next time.”
Cont. capitano x fem!reader, NSFW, unprotected sex, riding, reader is called 'wife'.
“the mask stays on.”
…
“whatever for?” but your already silent pleading face did not make him question you any further, if this would please you.. then he was more than willing to obey.
Is this what they call a kink? Capitano thought as a thumb mindlessly brushed over your already exposed hardened nipple, enjoying the way you would squirm in return.
“darling,” he spoke, voice deep as his thumb circles around breast with no intention of teasing you, of course. “would you use me for your pleasure tonight?”
You blink at him, and be tilts his head, awaiting for your answer. His long hair brushing over your body, almost tickling your skin.
Fuck, if he could only chase you down slowly with the mask on—
“ah, y-yeah,” you clear your throat, trying to get yourself together to gently push his back against the headboard, his legs spreading wide for you. His cock jutted proudly from within the tight confinements, fingers barely brushing over his impressive girth, making his breath hitch in response.
You swallow thickly before wrapping your hand around the shaft, raising your hips to attempt to take him all at once. Even when you were already well prepped and dripping for him, taking him in always seemed like a challenge…
His hands trembled slightly as they gripped your hips, helping to guide you to position above him. He always got to handle with care.
Oh and the moment you started sinking down his cock, taking in the head before making your way further down, down—
his head fell back against the headboard, and if it weren't for the mask, you'd see just how much of a panting mess he was being. Nonetheless, he looks equally as hot with the mask on.
The first groan left his lips as your warm cunt stretched around him, and he rolled his hips upwards, burying himself deeper inside you until there was nothing left to take in.
So full.
You couldn't wait before you were already slamming your hips into him, making him startled by the sudden movement of you bouncing up and down, up and down, jaw clenched so tight when he glanced down to witness the way his cock would disappear and reappear from inside you.
His hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the firm globes as he helped you move above him. You were already in another world, expression too fucked out to comprehend any other feelings.
“my darling wife,” capitano couldn't help but match your movements, thrusting upwards, burying himself as deep inside you as he could go. The head of his cock kissed your cervix everytime you slammed your hips down to the hilt, and he could feel your gummy walls fluttering around him, clenching and releasing in a desperate rhythm that soon made him all fucked out.
“C-cum with me,” you whine, your thrusts growing sloppier with each passing second, nails scraping any place you find untoched on his body before you could cry his name out beautifully when you spasm around him, like you were trying to squeeze the life out of him—
Taking your body in his arms, he thrust upwards one final time as he felt his own release approaching. His balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing within your wet heat.
And there it was, his hips jerked erratically before he spilled inside you.
Capitano could feel his cum flooding, could feel the warmth of it spreading through your body, and could literally feel it leaking out of your sweaty and panting figure.
“… is this what you wanted?” You take the time to ask, and you're only met with heavy breaths and his limp body.
But he nods afterwards.
"next time you could praise me more," oh, he's intrigued.
"maybe sprinkle some degrading words," alright, so you liked it different sometimes. "And then pull my hair a bit," okay, he's a bit concerned but he can do that for you.
"maybe choke me too—"
"... Darling, were you tortured before? I worry for you."
