so.. i am still bothered by that edit i reposted from xhs and turned to be ai enhanced so uhh..
i kinda went ham recreating my version of said edit but i doubled it's dimensions and added some details to dottore (i fixed his mask too.. with all respect to those animators i know they weren't given enough time or money to care but i do bc he's my pookie)
super normal behavior i know. apparently i spent a total of 9.5 hours (over 3 days im not that crazy) on this and im still writhing
i also made a version with full pantalone dome for anyone who wants to make edits or use it for a wallpaper design (pls send them my way as well i need them)
you can find the full, transparent and pant's head in all their 4k glory in this folder, go make something with it NOWW
Author’s Notes: I feel so weird that this is my third smutty fic in a row on my BRAND NEW blog. Oh well :) not that I mind exactly .
Warnings: SMUT! Sexual Content ahead! Threesome (65 yo segment x fem!reader x 45 yo segment), double penetration, anal sex, p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), no protection, slight voyeurism, choking, hair pulling, cum swallowing, dub con?????? Not sure.
Btw there’s no plot exactly. So yea, take some porn.
MDNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Did you EVER dream of this moment? Yes.
Did you EVER think it would become your reality? No.
You couldn’t possibly comprehend the concept of Dottore even being the slightest bit interested in the human body beyond scientific purposes.
So why would you expect his 65 year old, or his 45 year old segments to be? If anything it should’ve been 18, or 25.
Still their maturity and the way they carried themselves was enough for your pretty little head to be filled with rather interesting daydreams, resulting in the wetness of your panties.
You thought you were being slick.
Yeah, that’s an idea you need to abandon with 45, the most observant of them all.
45 always had his eyes on you. Even when working, he never missed the opportunity to throw you a quick glance, mind taking note of everything on you: your choice of clothes, your mood, your expression, the files you carried, even the colour of underwear when you bent over to pick up a dropped document, your skirt deciding to not serve its purpose (much to 45’s joy).
Again, 45 noticed when your eyes sometimes wandered mindlessly over to his 65year old comrade, your thighs crossed over each other in an attempt at subtle friction.
He would purposely call you over to watch your eyes widen and your head snap at attention to his direction, whatever scenario your mind was making cut abruptly.
Then the small blush on your cheeks, as if you knew that 45 was somehow on to you!
45 seemed to always call for your help whenever 65 was around, the tinge of jealousy unable to contain itself. He hated how you seemed to prefer 65! What was it? The plague mask? The suit? What the hell was so good about 65 that 45 couldn’t offer you??
Yet you kept doing it. Kept stealing glances at 65, asking him ever so often if your report was “good” (you knew it was, you just needed his approval), and even offering him tea when he “looked particularly tired”.
45 found his chance when you sprang up yet again to reach 65’s desk, in three strides he had caught your arm and pulled you out to the quiet hallway.
“Don’t you have work to do?” 45 snarled at you, his face mere inches from yours.
“What is your issue?!” You responded, your back hitting the wall, pulling a small gasp from you.
Oh, how he loved that fire you had. You never cowered, only making 45 bolder.
“Your task is to finish whatever report Zandik assigned. Other than that, you don’t get to hop around us striking conversations.” 45 gripped the collar of your shirt, his voice flat but cracking with frustration and.. jealousy. Maybe mentioning your boss and the purpose of you being here would shake some “sense” back on you.
“Can’t I take breaks now?!” You argued back and smirked. You knew he was onto you. However you didn’t care enough to feel sorry.
45 was stunned by your argument for a second. Then looked left and right: no one was out in the hallway this late at night. In a swift motion, he lowered you to your knees.
“How about you act out all those scenarios that make you touch yourself under your desk?” He smirked, relishing in the way you blushed and widened your eyes at him, caught!
You had to make this quick if you didn’t want to get walked in on.
With your shaky hands, formed by the fear of getting caught like this but also the suddenness of the situation, you undid his belt and unzipped his pants, tugging on his underwear with finality to free his cock of its confinements.
You gave him a few strokes, turning your head left and right to spot any innocent soul passing by.
“I’d prefer your focus be on me.” 45 reprimanded, gloved fingers gripping your hair to stop your head from turning any other way than forward.
Your confidence rose ever so slightly, deciding to make 45 pay for this.
Your lips found the tip of his cock, warm tongue swirling, teasing and lowering to his shaft, while your eyes kept steady on his mask.
45 drew in a sharp breath at the contact, but didn’t allow himself any other sound yet here.
And you didn’t like that.
In a sudden motion you relaxed your throat for the length you were about to accommodate in your throat as you pushed your head forward, your nose brushing against his pelvis.
45 drew in another sharp breath, but his grip on your hair tightened as you took his cock in its entirety, hips stuttering and pushing forward to bury himself deeper (if possible) in your warm mouth.
“F-Fuck.” 45 whispered in the wet and hot feeling when you began bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes beginning to turn glossy with tears from the gagging.
65’s footsteps went unnoticed from the inside of the lab as he opened the door leading to the hallway, confused by yours and 45’s sudden disappearance.
“What a sight.” 65 spoke out loudly enough for the two of you to hear, his voice flat and almost disappointed.
You widened your eyes, and tried pulling away when 45’s grip on your hair kept you deepthroating him, only adjusting his stance so that his Harbinger cloak shielded your face from view.
“Q-Quiet..!” 45 gritted his teeth, not even turning to look at 65 as he felt himself nearing his edge, and finally spilling his cum down your throat with a choked moan.
“You could’ve at least gotten a room.” 65 crossed his arms and turned his head the other way to leave you some privacy as you swallowed 45’s load, though his own growing tent in his pants undeniable.
45 smirked and zipped himself up before pulling you back on your feet, your mascara leaving dark rivers on your cheeks, and despite your utterly embarrassed expression, 45 saw the satisfaction underneath.
“Isn’t it amusing? You were the one she was mostly turned on by, but I bet a million mora she’s wet right now because of me.” 45 smirked at 65, his hand on your waist, ignoring the small slap of your hand on his chest in an attempt to punish him for humiliating you like that in front of 65!
“Excuse me?” 65 said, his tone full of disbelief yet amusement. You? Turned on by him? How flattering.
“This is a private matter!” You crossed your arms, trying to save you some teasing.
“Nothin’ private between us now.” 45 chuckled. “C’mon. 65 already knows how you touch yourself in secret for him, right?” He smirked cruelly, watching as you opened your mouth to argue back, but couldn’t find any words.
“Is that so?” 65’s demeanour switched. He didn’t sound as reprimanding as before, more like satisfied.
It only took you three a bit more bantering for you to get shoved back in one of the lab’s less used rooms, your clothes ripped off entirely.
65 tried to be gentle with you, his hands wandering all over your body, exploring it with adoration as you had gotten on top of him. However, with 45’s degradation and assertiveness, 65 followed the younger segment’s orders regardless.
You took a reverse cowgirl position, 65’s dick prodding at your asshole, as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his own arousal making him bolder.
Slowly, you lowered yourself on him, the sudden and new stretch making you feel his length ten times more intensely. 65 groaned behind you, allowing you to set the rhythm and get adjusted to his size. 45 pushed you further down, your hole aching in that lovely stretch you frequently fantasised about.
45 pushed you to lean your back on 65’s chest, whose hand snaked to grip your throat. “Stay.” 45 ordered, his hands pushing your thighs wider as he dived to lap and suck at your clit with no warning at all. His warm tongue circling your sensitive clit and giving it firm kisses that sent shocks to your body, your pussy clenching around nothing (yet)
The doubled pleasure was enough to make your mind a senseless mess, 65’s arm tightening around your waist as the tip of his plague doctor mask grazed against your shoulder, watching closely as 45’s tongue worked wonders on your body.
45 pulled away soon enough to replace his swift tongue with his dick, settling to take your pussy.
You felt so, so sensitive at how 45’s cock slipped inside you. Your back arched off 65’s chest, limiting your movements with his big arms caging you in. 45 didn’t miss a second, once he bottomed out in you, his hands gripped the back of your thighs to thrust inside you, the movements making you slide on both 45’s and 65’s cocks with ease.
“O-Oh, God..!” You breathed out, feeling yourself stuffed to the brim with their cocks bullying their way inside you. 65’s pants and grunts didn’t go unnoticed by you, and neither 45’s quiet triumph as he kept that brutal pace that made your legs weaker than ever.
The small room quickly filled with your shared hot breaths, your stifled moans beginning to break free off your tongue as the pace kept building that tight pressure in your lower stomach you, so desperately, needed to snap.
It didn’t take long enough for you to reach your breaking point, your orgasm hitting you harder than ever before with the doubled pleasure.
“Such a good girl…” 65 praised in your ear, voice slightly muffled by his mask. “Such a good slut for us…” 45 on the contrary degraded you, the two opposing sides messing with your brain and only resulting in your ass and pussy to squeeze tighter around them.
They pulled out of you only to give each other a knowing look. They weren’t done with you yet. Not even in the slightest.
Author’s Notes: I feel so weird that this is my third smutty fic in a row on my BRAND NEW blog. Oh well :) not that I mind exactly .
Warnings: SMUT! Sexual Content ahead! Threesome (65 yo segment x fem!reader x 45 yo segment), double penetration, anal sex, p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), no protection, slight voyeurism, choking, hair pulling, cum swallowing, dub con?????? Not sure.
Btw there’s no plot exactly. So yea, take some porn.
MDNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Did you EVER dream of this moment? Yes.
Did you EVER think it would become your reality? No.
You couldn’t possibly comprehend the concept of Dottore even being the slightest bit interested in the human body beyond scientific purposes.
So why would you expect his 65 year old, or his 45 year old segments to be? If anything it should’ve been 18, or 25.
Still their maturity and the way they carried themselves was enough for your pretty little head to be filled with rather interesting daydreams, resulting in the wetness of your panties.
You thought you were being slick.
Yeah, that’s an idea you need to abandon with 45, the most observant of them all.
45 always had his eyes on you. Even when working, he never missed the opportunity to throw you a quick glance, mind taking note of everything on you: your choice of clothes, your mood, your expression, the files you carried, even the colour of underwear when you bent over to pick up a dropped document, your skirt deciding to not serve its purpose (much to 45’s joy).
Again, 45 noticed when your eyes sometimes wandered mindlessly over to his 65year old comrade, your thighs crossed over each other in an attempt at subtle friction.
He would purposely call you over to watch your eyes widen and your head snap at attention to his direction, whatever scenario your mind was making cut abruptly.
Then the small blush on your cheeks, as if you knew that 45 was somehow on to you!
45 seemed to always call for your help whenever 65 was around, the tinge of jealousy unable to contain itself. He hated how you seemed to prefer 65! What was it? The plague mask? The suit? What the hell was so good about 65 that 45 couldn’t offer you??
Yet you kept doing it. Kept stealing glances at 65, asking him ever so often if your report was “good” (you knew it was, you just needed his approval), and even offering him tea when he “looked particularly tired”.
45 found his chance when you sprang up yet again to reach 65’s desk, in three strides he had caught your arm and pulled you out to the quiet hallway.
“Don’t you have work to do?” 45 snarled at you, his face mere inches from yours.
“What is your issue?!” You responded, your back hitting the wall, pulling a small gasp from you.
Oh, how he loved that fire you had. You never cowered, only making 45 bolder.
“Your task is to finish whatever report Zandik assigned. Other than that, you don’t get to hop around us striking conversations.” 45 gripped the collar of your shirt, his voice flat but cracking with frustration and.. jealousy. Maybe mentioning your boss and the purpose of you being here would shake some “sense” back on you.
“Can’t I take breaks now?!” You argued back and smirked. You knew he was onto you. However you didn’t care enough to feel sorry.
45 was stunned by your argument for a second. Then looked left and right: no one was out in the hallway this late at night. In a swift motion, he lowered you to your knees.
“How about you act out all those scenarios that make you touch yourself under your desk?” He smirked, relishing in the way you blushed and widened your eyes at him, caught!
You had to make this quick if you didn’t want to get walked in on.
With your shaky hands, formed by the fear of getting caught like this but also the suddenness of the situation, you undid his belt and unzipped his pants, tugging on his underwear with finality to free his cock of its confinements.
You gave him a few strokes, turning your head left and right to spot any innocent soul passing by.
“I’d prefer your focus be on me.” 45 reprimanded, gloved fingers gripping your hair to stop your head from turning any other way than forward.
Your confidence rose ever so slightly, deciding to make 45 pay for this.
Your lips found the tip of his cock, warm tongue swirling, teasing and lowering to his shaft, while your eyes kept steady on his mask.
45 drew in a sharp breath at the contact, but didn’t allow himself any other sound yet here.
And you didn’t like that.
In a sudden motion you relaxed your throat for the length you were about to accommodate in your throat as you pushed your head forward, your nose brushing against his pelvis.
45 drew in another sharp breath, but his grip on your hair tightened as you took his cock in its entirety, hips stuttering and pushing forward to bury himself deeper (if possible) in your warm mouth.
“F-Fuck.” 45 whispered in the wet and hot feeling when you began bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes beginning to turn glossy with tears from the gagging.
65’s footsteps went unnoticed from the inside of the lab as he opened the door leading to the hallway, confused by yours and 45’s sudden disappearance.
“What a sight.” 65 spoke out loudly enough for the two of you to hear, his voice flat and almost disappointed.
You widened your eyes, and tried pulling away when 45’s grip on your hair kept you deepthroating him, only adjusting his stance so that his Harbinger cloak shielded your face from view.
“Q-Quiet..!” 45 gritted his teeth, not even turning to look at 65 as he felt himself nearing his edge, and finally spilling his cum down your throat with a choked moan.
“You could’ve at least gotten a room.” 65 crossed his arms and turned his head the other way to leave you some privacy as you swallowed 45’s load, though his own growing tent in his pants undeniable.
45 smirked and zipped himself up before pulling you back on your feet, your mascara leaving dark rivers on your cheeks, and despite your utterly embarrassed expression, 45 saw the satisfaction underneath.
“Isn’t it amusing? You were the one she was mostly turned on by, but I bet a million mora she’s wet right now because of me.” 45 smirked at 65, his hand on your waist, ignoring the small slap of your hand on his chest in an attempt to punish him for humiliating you like that in front of 65!
“Excuse me?” 65 said, his tone full of disbelief yet amusement. You? Turned on by him? How flattering.
“This is a private matter!” You crossed your arms, trying to save you some teasing.
“Nothin’ private between us now.” 45 chuckled. “C’mon. 65 already knows how you touch yourself in secret for him, right?” He smirked cruelly, watching as you opened your mouth to argue back, but couldn’t find any words.
“Is that so?” 65’s demeanour switched. He didn’t sound as reprimanding as before, more like satisfied.
It only took you three a bit more bantering for you to get shoved back in one of the lab’s less used rooms, your clothes ripped off entirely.
65 tried to be gentle with you, his hands wandering all over your body, exploring it with adoration as you had gotten on top of him. However, with 45’s degradation and assertiveness, 65 followed the younger segment’s orders regardless.
You took a reverse cowgirl position, 65’s dick prodding at your asshole, as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his own arousal making him bolder.
Slowly, you lowered yourself on him, the sudden and new stretch making you feel his length ten times more intensely. 65 groaned behind you, allowing you to set the rhythm and get adjusted to his size. 45 pushed you further down, your hole aching in that lovely stretch you frequently fantasised about.
45 pushed you to lean your back on 65’s chest, whose hand snaked to grip your throat. “Stay.” 45 ordered, his hands pushing your thighs wider as he dived to lap and suck at your clit with no warning at all. His warm tongue circling your sensitive clit and giving it firm kisses that sent shocks to your body, your pussy clenching around nothing (yet)
The doubled pleasure was enough to make your mind a senseless mess, 65’s arm tightening around your waist as the tip of his plague doctor mask grazed against your shoulder, watching closely as 45’s tongue worked wonders on your body.
45 pulled away soon enough to replace his swift tongue with his dick, settling to take your pussy.
You felt so, so sensitive at how 45’s cock slipped inside you. Your back arched off 65’s chest, limiting your movements with his big arms caging you in. 45 didn’t miss a second, once he bottomed out in you, his hands gripped the back of your thighs to thrust inside you, the movements making you slide on both 45’s and 65’s cocks with ease.
“O-Oh, God..!” You breathed out, feeling yourself stuffed to the brim with their cocks bullying their way inside you. 65’s pants and grunts didn’t go unnoticed by you, and neither 45’s quiet triumph as he kept that brutal pace that made your legs weaker than ever.
The small room quickly filled with your shared hot breaths, your stifled moans beginning to break free off your tongue as the pace kept building that tight pressure in your lower stomach you, so desperately, needed to snap.
It didn’t take long enough for you to reach your breaking point, your orgasm hitting you harder than ever before with the doubled pleasure.
“Such a good girl…” 65 praised in your ear, voice slightly muffled by his mask. “Such a good slut for us…” 45 on the contrary degraded you, the two opposing sides messing with your brain and only resulting in your ass and pussy to squeeze tighter around them.
They pulled out of you only to give each other a knowing look. They weren’t done with you yet. Not even in the slightest.
you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too
see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup
