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rul-of-demise · 2 years

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ANOTHER ONE??? DAMN YOU FR FEEDING ME TODAY WITH THESE FICS😍😍

One wall, two guys and three fingers in

-I did it, Dottore and Pierro in a day~ Pantalone is next, don't worry, I will provide food.

Honestly, the Harbingers drive me crazy, I'll do anything to fuck one of them.-

Part.1 - Part.3 (c - s)

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕠 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕗 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕞, 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕖, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

-𝟛𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

-not proofread-

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You were in the meeting room of the Harbingers, you have been promoted after the death of Signora. It was the middle of the night, and you knew Pierro would stop here before leaving to his room. You were waiting in the dark, moonlight shining through the windows as you observe the ice glowing gently.

The sound of height footsteps reaches your ears as you raise your head, the door creaking open as the white-haired man enters the room. His long coat floats behind him, and the dark fur makes his face stand out, the thin black and blue mask reflecting the rain of moonlight to the walls covered in ice.

Lost in his thoughts, he was unable to see the familiar man sitting on top of the long table, looking at him in amusement. The recent death of Signora gave him even more work, your promotion did help him but the Tsarista was more nervous than ever. He throws the report on the table, and with the strength he used, it slid until it stopped just beside you.

The man left the room immediately, the corridors were empty as nobody wanted to be awake at this hour, as you follow him quietly, you hear him mumble your name. You watched as he stops in front of your room, raising his hand hesitantly to knock at your door but giving up, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed. He presses his forehead against the door, exhaling and inhaling shakily, gripping his shirt tightly with his hand, almost ripping the fabric.

As silently as you could, you sneaked behind him, sliding your hand from his hips up to his neck, choking him. He turns around in a hurry, ready to kill you as your hands were still on him, but stopped as he recognizes you. Body relaxing as he leans into your warmth, your mouth kissing tenderly his neck and jaw, moving to the non-covered part of his face. Teeth biting his lower lips as you move your hand to his shoulders, taking off the coat as it falls on the ground with a heavy sound.

“N-no, not right now~”

His hips jerk up as your hands snaked down his chest, rubbing and picking his nipples through his shirt before applying pressure on his crotch. He started to feel hot, panting against the junction of your neck and shoulder as the feeling spread through his body. He grinds his hips into your palm, sending an electrifying pleasure through his crotch, he was so stressed and just your body near his was calming him down. Warm hold being so familiar that he could fall asleep on the spot.

But you were in the corridor, with his coat on the ground as he was pressed against the wall, your hand on his crotch as a small wet patch starts to extend through the fabric of his pants. If someone dares walk through this corridor or go out of their room, they would see the two of you, being so intimate. But this anxiousness is pushed aside when you unbuttoned his pants while your mouth was sucking on his skin, creating red and purple marks.

He was the 1st Harbinger anyway, who would dare say something to him? He could just kill them. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting you grind onto him, mouths open as you pant against his lips. As you kiss, you can't help but grab his long hair, tugging back to access his neck. Your dick grinding against his, too much in a hurry to even think about taking off your pants, the tension was growing until both your hips jerked up suddenly, knees giving out as you cum. You caught yourself with the wall before you could fall, holding Pierro's waist to keep him still. A wet stain becomes darker at the front of your pants, cum sticking to the fabric creating a mess.

Pierro was not in a better state as he step onto his coat, holding your shoulders for dear life as his legs quivered, tick thighs unable to keep him up. As he looks at you, still a bit lost in the pleasure, he managed to grab your neck, slamming you against the wall where he was standing just before. Tongues fighting as drool dribble out the side of your mouths, hands grabbing each other in the hope to take control, gripping hair, ass, or even trying to lift the other up without success.

Fortunately, luck is on your side, and when you tugged him forward, Pierro's legs gave out, making him fall onto you. Your knee in between his legs, his dick rubbing against your muscular thigh as a shiver went up his spine. He curses under his breath as he was not able to stand up anymore, glaring at you as he's forced to hold onto you. Your shitty ass grin pisses him off as he chokes you, trying to make you lose this stupid fight, which only makes you smirk even more, sticking your tongue out, provoking him.

You raise your hand, gripping his neck tightly as if you wanted to kill him, watching as his own grip start to loosen up. And with a chuckle, you start to rub your knee into his crotch, his whole body being held up by your hand around his neck. With a choked gasp, he gives up, letting you control the situation. His mind almost went blank, the air flowing through his body so suddenly made him feel light-headed. He punches your shoulder, his left eye glowing as he threatens to attack you.

You both know he won't, if he wanted to end you, he would not have let you play with him and certainly not be grinding like an animal in heat against you, the dried-out cum creating a weird sensation onto your shaft. As if you had the same minds, you both start to take off the pants of the other, Pierro carefully taking off yours, as he took some time choosing the best pants that would look good on you, while you just yanked them down without a care in the world. As your pants pool around your ankles, you are already playing with the hem of his underwear, tugging at the elastic before letting it snap against his skin. He scolds you for the noise you are making as you were still in the corridor.

With a sigh, you promise to stay silent as you take off his underwear, letting the shirt on as it was long enough to cover most of his parts. You wiggle your fingers in front of his face, mimicking a scissor motion as you press them against his lips. After all, you weren't heartless, you weren't planning to go in dry. You turn him around, watching as he places his hands for support against the wall, still sucking on your fingers. Your other hand gliding over his body, teasing the most sensitive parts as you admire him, muscles rolling under the skin at any movements, body tensing and relaxing, wide shoulders covered in bites.

His thighs looked so squeezable, as you can't help but grab the soft skin, pinching, your cock twitching as a thought crosses your mind. Immediately, you take off your underwear, your hard cock grinding up his ass as he was trapped by you with the wall in front of him. You spit on your hand and jerk yourself off, before you grab his hip, forcing him to close his legs. And with a mean smile, you slid your cock between his thighs, as you started to move your hips back and forth. It was humiliating for Pierro, being used that way as if he was a nobody. As he was going to complain, you force your fingers deeper into his mouth, efficiently shutting him up.

The feeling was crazy, it was so tight and warm, hugging your cock deliciously as you speed up, your high was near. Until Pierro whimpered.

“Stop, teasing me.

Just put it in, please~”

He was flushing from embarrassment, panting as he could feel you move against him. His cock twitching each time he could see the tip of your cock disappear in and out of his thighs, he couldn't help it when he started squeezing around you, trying to make you stay. He could not focus, the usual bold and smart man reduced to a whimpered whore squeezing his thighs around a big dick. Your hand itched to just slap his ass, dig your teeth into his throat and make him scream, but you knew you needed to be quiet.

You could not wait as you stepped back, ignoring his cries as you thrust two fingers into his hole, the third one joining soon after. Pitying the poor man that was struggling to stay quiet, you grab your shirt, gagging him with it as you spread your fingers, stretching him wider. The harsh pleasure broke his already lust-filled mind. He moaned through the fabric in his mouth, grinding his ass onto your fingers, pushing them deeper as his legs quivered, and his nails scratched the wall.

You were losing your mind too, your cock so hard and precum rolling down the shaft as a drop slid down your leg. You press your forehead onto his shoulder, waiting for him to be reader, groaning and cursing as you wanted to slam into him.

You were unable to see how his eye was glowing, almost rolling back as each groan of yours was going straight to his cock. He could feel your length against his thigh, how you were gripping his arm to stay in control. He was nearly crying from the pleasure, your fingers driving him crazy, but he needed more. You were edging him for so long, he refused to cum just from your fingers, he needed your cock, but you were giving it to him. With difficulty, he spat out your shirt.

“I want you inside-”

He was taken aback when you took out your fingers instantly, and before he knew it, you were spreading his cheeks with both hands, showing off his hole, and you slammed in. Pierro has his eyes rolling back, blown-out pupils, biting his lips to keep the noises in, desperately trying to calm himself. The big man in your arms tearing up, your cock forcing his body to make room for itself, hitting his prostate dead-on. He was full, his stomach bulging, his own cock leaking precum as he was on the edge.

You used his hair as leverage, forcing him to arch around your cock, his hole taking everything. You thrusted at a rapid pace, his soft walls swallowing you whole, he was made for you. Tight enough to milk you dry. You move your free hand to his dick, jerking him off at the same pace of your hips, digging your nail into the slit, watching Pierro bucking his hips, near his release. You continue to shove your dick deep inside of him, reaching further and further in, skin clapping and body scrambling to hold itself up. The thoughts about not making noises flying out the window as Pierro started to moan your name out loud, not caring anymore.

As you feel his tighten around you, ready to cum, you hold the base of his dick. The tip flushing a dark red as Pierro's body gave out, pressed onto the wall as you fuck into him. One of your hand grabbing his, firmly slamming it onto the wall to keep your balance, hips stuttering as you feel the first rope of cum fill him up. You thrust deeper and harder, your cock being squeezed tightly, as you cum suddenly. Each rope of cum filling him up more, he could feel it hit his sensitive walls, but he was not able to cum himself, you were still holding the base of his dick. The pain made him cry, begging for you to let go.

You felt pity for him, so you kept fucking him dumb and started to jerk him off, the painfully fast pace as he cries, his legs shaking, the intensity of his orgasm made his mind go blank. His mouth falls open as he half-screamed your name, blow-out pupils losing their focus as he could only see white. The cum landed on his stomach but mainly on the wall, each load adding more and more to the mess. You continue to roll your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm. When you pulled out, the cum flowed out of him, pooling in the middle of you two on the ground, creating another bigger mess.

A satisfied smile stretches out your lips, watching as his grip on your shoulders tightens, almost begging you to stay with him. You hear footsteps coming in your direction and quickly, you grab your clothes, throwing them into your room before picking up Pierro, and closing the door behind you. You stay still, unmovingly, the almost passed out man in your arms looking at you with a dumb smile. You hear the person outside stop and gagging as they complain about the freaks leaving the mess here, especially next to one of the Harbingers.

You tuck Pierro in your bed, lying beside him, closing your eyes as the morning would come quickly. Only two hours after, you were up, dressing back up as you were supposed to accompany Pantalone on a mission. As you leave the room, an idea came to your mind, making you chuckle.

When Pierro woke up, cleaned and nose filled with your scent, he fights the urge to stay in bed, enjoying the warmth you left here, but it was not possible. He changed into his clothes you folded neatly on the side but got confused when he could not find his coat, he grumbles before seeing yours, taking it as he was sure you would not mind. All day, rumours were going around about the 1st Harbinger and the 8th wearing each other's coats. Pantalone and the subordinates with you could only glare at the coat you're wearing in hatred, the owner of the coat sensing people cursing him behind his back.

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The Doctor's Assistant

Part.2 (coming soon)

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝔻𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

-𝟜𝕜𝟝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

-𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕-

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You were one of the last recruits of the Fatui. You haven't been here for long and unfortunately, you were accepted in for your strength and knowledge about weapons, so you knew nothing about the Fatui itself. When your superior proposed you to work for someone since you were new, you were confused, none of those names that he was given were familiars.

You said one of the numerous names you remembered, uncaring of the outcome when you pronounced the name 'Dottore', your superior's face lost all his colours. With shaky hands, he wrote down your application before leaving in a hurry, mumbling something about 'living a great life'.

You learned later on that he was the 'Doctor' that famous Harbingers for being a monster and killing anymore that would even just dare breathe next to him. This famous doctor who had no to little regard for human life.

Everyone was already considering you as a dead human, they were sure that you would not be here the following week. He had no reason to keep you alive after all, and his temper was as bad if not worst than the Balladeer, there was no way you would not make a mistake that could cost your life. The day you left to meet him, everyone bid you goodbye, most did not even try to learn your name.

And like they all thought, you made a mistake. But one thing saved your life, your knowledge about Ruin Guards and history. These were the only thing that helped you stay alive. It happened the first day, while he was working on one of his experiments, you noticed how he misplaced a piece as he was rebuilding a machine. When you tried to tell him, it was your mistake, the interruption made him lose his temper, as he turned back to you suddenly, he took away your left eye. You fell to the floor at the sudden pain, holding your face as you look up with difficulty when he ordered you to talk.

“Now, talk. You dare interrupt, so finish your sentence at least…

Before I kill you.”

It was your end, you knew it, there was no way you could escape this fate. So with angry eyes, you look up at him, ready to spat on his face.

“My apologies, your highness. You misplaced this.

But since you're so smart, you know it's supposed to be on the left shoulder, right?”

Silence took over the room, the tension sending shivers down your spine, but you refuse to look away. His red eyes almost glowed as he glared at you, the pressure making your legs shake as you knew you had already done it. He looks at his experiment, moving the piece you talked about and suddenly, the machine lit up as it seems like it was the last thing that needed to be changed. When Dottore turned back to you, you closed your eyes, ready to accept your death.

But the pain never came, as you thought he was going to torture you instead of giving you a simple death. A hand was placed onto your cheeks, his thumb stroking your jaw gently.

“Tell me more.”

Your knowledge was the only reason why you were still alive. It took you some months to earn his respect, but finally, after some time you became his assistant. He has never been a nice person to begin with, and even less sympathetic to work with, but you made it work. You asked yourself why he kept you alive, and the answer was simple: you had the brain, and it was a good enough reason for him to keep you around. He was not nice nor bad with you, he was just doing his thing.

He got used to your presence rapidly, as you were around him most of the time; he was always working for hours, slouching over his desk as he spent more time on any fragile part of the new experiment. He could sense you in the background, preparing what he needed without waiting for him to ask for it, you were so used to him and his antics that you could almost predict everything he would say or do.

Dottore tolerated you, you were still only someone useful to him, but you were still treated better than any other subordinates. You were well-behaved, not talking without a valid reason, and would ask for permission before doing anything particular. He would always say to the other Harbingers that you were annoying, but any time someone would suggest to him another assistant and to get rid of you, he would refuse immediately before leaving.

He could admit that his workplace has never been this clean and easy to work in before. And slowly, he started to be nicer, you weren't expecting much from the start, but he grew comfortable enough to sometimes ask you your opinion, and let you have a day off once a week.

It was as if you always knew what he was thinking, before he could ask for someone to drink, it was already placed beside him. He needed something? It was already on the metal table. He wanted a report, it was written on his desk with every annotation he required. A material was missing, you were already out buying it. After some time, he decided to make you move into the room next to his workplace, so you were never too far away.

At first, you never had the time to meet the other Fatui, they all thought you were dead when you did not show up after a week. In reality, the work hours with Dottore were hellish, and you had little to no time to do anything, so your day was just: waking up, going to work, finishing all the tasks of the day, going back to your room and sleep. Your disappearance became a mystery, since Dottore himself was not going out too much, neither of you were seen.

But at one meeting, which Dottore was forced to come to, Pierro's order, he entered the room with you following just behind. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, the three Harbingers present as, themselves, never saw you once. And your appearance was quite surprising, but not in a bad way. Childe could not help but send a wink your way when you looked at him accidentally, which earned him a glare from La Signora and Scaramouche.

Except for your person that was quite attractive, what surprised them the most was your position, as an assistant, for the Fatui, you were a nobody. But you were here, walking as if you were a high-ranked member. They had never seen someone standing so close to him without dying, the only exception being the other Harbingers… and yourself, now. Quickly, the rumour spread and you became someone respected among most, some other rumours were circulating about how you managed to stay alive, but they were all quickly shut down anonymously. Among the Fatui, you were untouchable, rarely seen outside and if you were, it was along one of the craziest men.

Most of your new subordinates respected you and your life was quite peaceful. But this peace was sometimes disturbed by Dottore, anytime he would have a random excess of rage about a recent failed experiment. If you remember good, it was after the fifth time that he stopped injuring you in the process. It was not like it was calming him down to hurt you anyway, since you got used to the pain, and after some time, you stopped reacting as it became something typical. You would just stay in your spot, unmovingly, waiting for the rage to vanish.

It took you another set of months to meet the rest of the Harbingers since you had no reason to see them in the first place. You had the occasion when Dottore send you to deliver a report to Pierro, surprisingly, he trusted you enough for this. On your way, the other nine Harbingers were getting out of the meeting room. As you bow immediately, hiding your face to not get into trouble, you hear someone stop in front of you. You never raise your head, even as a hand was placed on top of your head. The calm voice of the 11th Harbingers reaches your ears.

“Hm… Isn't that… Dottore's assistant?

My My, what a pleasure to meet you again.

Such a great surprise. Is that my birthday gift?”

As he urged you to stand up, you hesitate, unsure if it was a trap to give you a punishment. Thankfully it was not, as he just wanted to talk to you. Actually, he was the one doing the talking since, after months of working with Dottore, talking was not something you were not used to doing anymore. And as you replied, your raspy voice send a shiver down everyone's spine.

You're taken aback when Childe throws his arm around your shoulders casually, or as casually as he could, since you were taller than him, and it forced him to stand on his tiptoes. La Signora was snickering behind him as the Balladeer was looking at you up and down. Childe suddenly asked you if the next day was your day off, making you suspicious, since he had no reason to know this. Even if it was, you weren't really trusting him. In the end, he still invited you to spend some time with him, which you were forced to accept or else you would get killed. Behind your back, Childe was showing a victorious face to Scaramouche, giving him the occasion to talk to you without Dottore in the way.

The next day, Dottore was working as always, in complete silence, since you weren't here, there was no sound of you rummaging through something behind his back. At first, like any of your day off, he was enjoying the silence, but as minutes and hours passed, he grew tenser as if something was missing. Usually, even if you were free to go, you would at least pass by once, just to make sure everything was all right. But today, he never saw you or heard of you, leaving a strange feeling consuming his mind. He left his workshop in the middle of the night, frustrated to an infinite extent as you never showed up like he expected you to. He even brought your favourite drink, which he threw in the bin as he left, angry.

He heard loud voices in the corridor, familiar annoying ones as he recognized immediately who it was, Childe and Scaramouche. He hated them, actually, he hated everything, but these two particularly with how annoying they were. As he passed by them, Childe greeted him with a big sincere smile, his behaviour took him by surprise, even Scaramouche has a gentler smirk than usual. He stopped dead in his tracks out of shock but turned around suddenly when he heard your name get out of Childe's mouth. The sentence that he pronounced made him grit his teeth.

“See I told you that you were going to have fun today.

Isn't he great? And this face and body~ ”

Everything became clear in his mind, you did not show up because you were out with the Balladeer. Who in their right mind would go out with that thing? Suddenly, he noticed how he was not really liked by his subordinates either and took back his words. But still, why would you see him, it made no sense, you never had the occasion to speak with him or Childe anyway. With a frown, he heads to his room, talking to himself, promising that you will never have a day off again. He would not allow it.

And that's how, the next day, when you entered the room, Dottore was standing in front of you angrily. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and an annoyed look on his face, he did not even start work on his new experiment yet, which was surprising.

“So… The Balladeer, uh?”

Your blood ran cold, how long has it been since the last time he frightened you that much? You try to remember any rules related to having no contact with the other Fatui or Harbingers, but nothing came to your mind. Your hands started to shake, knowing it was over for you, you had made your second mistake. As he took a step forward, hand raised, you close your eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came, a hand was placed on your torso as Dottore pushed you, making you fall back on the chair behind you. Your mind spiralling, trying to understand what he was going to do, torture perhaps?

One of his hands found its place on your shoulder as the other was resting on your thigh. Before you could process what was happening, he sat down on you, legs on each side of yours as he looked still quite angry. He grips your jaw tightly as he spat each words with so much venom.

“Whose assistant are you?”

“Your assistant, sir.”

“Then why were you with this fucking brat?”

The silence was loud, your mouth opening and closing uselessly as you didn't know how to respond. Dottore had the urge to slice your throat open, but at the same time, he knew it would be a shame to lose someone like you. The Balladeer was the one who needed to get taught a lesson, as he needed to understand that he should not take what was not his. But for now, he had to make sure you understood your mistake. You have been so perfect until now, he gave you everything, but you still left to go out with someone else. With his twisted mind, he was not able to notice how bad his logic was, as he is just your boss, nothing more, but he could not accept it.

He listens as you apologize, but the confusion was still noticeable in your voice as if you did not know what you did wrong. How could you not understand? It was as if he was going to let someone else enter his workplace as you weren't there, it was inconceivable. He had no rights to do so and neither did you have the rights to be close with any other Harbingers. He did not care about the other subordinates, he could just kill them if they were becoming annoying.

You were lost in your thoughts when he grabbed your jaw again, dipping his fingers into your mouth suddenly, forcing your tongue to loll out. He leans forward, sucking on your tongue as he starts to grind onto you, your body reacting on its own as you get hard. What you did not knew, was that he had no experience, and he was already on the edge. But how could you notice it when he was moving like that on top of you. Each roll of his hips was hypnotic, and you could feel yourself drool at the thought of him sitting on your face. You needed to keep your mind in check before it becomes uncontrollable.

You lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up, hips jerking forward as he grew more and more sensitive. He needed more, but his body was already out of stamina. He feels your grip on his hips tighten as your rut against him, an animalist look in your eyes as you lost control of yourself. After all, you spend the last year following him everywhere he went, without a break, never having enough time to be alone and tend to your urges. So what does happen when finally someone offers themselves to you? You go crazy.

Dottore feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he felt his body heat up, a powerful warmth coursing through his body as he was captivated by your blissful face. It seemed like you saw Celestia, you looked at him as if he was your god, finally offering you a sweet release. He gasps as you become rougher, his insides clenching around nothing, he felt too sensitive and wanted to take a break. But as he was going to lift himself up a bit, you forced him down by his hips, you grab his hands, moving them to your neck. You lifted your own hips, rutting your crotch against his clothed ass.

He could feel your length, your breath itching as you bite down on his shoulder, drool covering his shirt as your body is quivering. Your eyes were closed as your body falls lax against the chair, your head rolling back as the sweet feeling takes over your senses. The man on top of you was taken aback, was it that good for you to almost pass out? He starts to think about how you could make him feel that good too, and his thoughts send him overboard.

For the first time in his life, Dottore was not seeing you just as a smart assistant, there was something else. As something clicked in his head, the way you would talk to him, when you would take care of his needs, and the way you move. Nothing about you was innocent or sweet, it was screaming intimidating and lustful, but he never noticed until now. His eyes were going from your parted lips to your blissed-out eyes, before going down to look at your pants. He never saw you in this light, as an attractive man that could, if he wanted to, have anyone kneel in front of him. But no. This man was his assistant, staying in his workplace all day, not caring about anything else than his well-being and experiments.

He leaned forward, licking your lips before kissing you, a strange taste now lingering in his mouth, but he could not recognize it. The way your lips were pressing against his, was making him blush crazily, he wanted to make you feel the same way as he was. He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his pants and yours, your dicks sprang out as his mouth waters at the sight. He could not help but feel embarrassed at the length difference, not only his was shorter but also thinner. But he was sure that he was in the norm, so why were you so big?

As he tries his best to wrap his hand around both shafts, his cheeks heat up at the laugh coming from you, and you look amused as his small hand could not do much. It could barely wrap around your cock only, and this guy was trying to hold both at the same time. You let go of his hip, placing your hand on top of his, holding both your length with one hand, as you start to move it up and down slowly. Teasingly, you look at the doctor straight in the eyes, seeing how he was panting, fighting the urge to cum.

His eyes widened as he just realized that he was in the middle of his lab, perched on your lap as your hand was jerking him off. Anybody could enter the room, most Harbingers doing so without knocking, at any moment they could see you. But as he was going to tell you to stop, your thumb started to play with his tip, forcing him to hold onto your shoulders for dear life as he was losing his mind. Your hand was so warm around him, and the way your cocks were rubbing together was driving him crazy. Slowly, you move your face to his neck, licking the side before biting down, hard. The pain sends tingles to his arms and brain.

The doctor was practically choking on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out loud moans, fucking into your hand. Your thumb playing with his tip, gliding slowly as it lit his nerves on fire, pleasure overwhelming. He was sobbing against you, drooling all over your shirt, so embarrassed at the wet noises filling the room as your hand was almost drenched in his precum. He was crumbling slowly, and you used this opportunity to tease him, stopping all movements of your hand as you lean back, removing your hand from his length. He chased after you, he was so close, and he needed your touch. Your kisses on his jaw paired with some bites distracted him for a second, before you play with the tip of his cock one last time, making him cum instantly.

You watch with hungry eyes as he keeps cumming all over you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching uselessly.

Before he could process what was happening, he was laying on his back, the cold metallic table sticking against his damp and hot skin. As you kneel in between his legs, he wraps them around your head tightly as your tongue slid deeper into his ass. He was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, the feeling of being eaten out made his mind go crazy. Your strong hands holding his thighs apart, head squished in the middle as you lap and suck at his hole, your nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

As he grinds against your tongue, head rolled back as he cries out, unable to keep his noises in, he could feel the knot snap against. He spilt all over his stomach, some drops falling onto your face and hair. As you gently lap at the cum oozing out of his tip, the sound of a door opening is covered by his loud whimpers. The two Harbingers freezing at the view in front of them, Childe and Scaramouche were flustered to no end, seeing you in this position as you make Dottore loses his mind. They leave immediately, but the image could not leave their heads. As they stand in the corridor, still processing what they saw, they look at each other, cheeks red and body temperature rising up as they head to their room, hiding the front of their tight pants with their sweaty hands.

You wanted to fuck him so hard, but his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out on the metallic table told you it was enough for today. He was pathetic, but he was still your boss, and so you decide to please him one last time as you watch his cock hardening again. Dottore whined when he heard some wet sounds, he raises his head, legs instinctively closing as he saw you wet your fingers, your eyes meeting. If you could not use your cock, you could at least help him a little, so he would be able to correctly jerk off to the memory later. You brought one finger to his hole, followed immediately by another one, the foreign feeling heightened his sensitivity, each drag of your fingers into his body send him closer to the edge.

He moaned raspily, throat dry after crying and whimpering for so long. He could see his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling freely from his eyes, the stimulation making him discover something new. When your fingers hit a particular spot, you can't help but smirk, the third finger being added quickly as you slammed them against his prostate. He cried, hips grinding down as he forced two fingers into his mouth, silencing himself. You stretch him more, thrusting your fingers in and out. And before you knew it, he was screaming, cumming untouched as he empty himself over your face, mumbling your name as he gives you the most fucked out smile ever.

His fuzzy mind was not able to comprehend whatever was happening around you, but you were able to. And when the door opened, a single person entered the room too lost in their thoughts to notice the scene in front of them. Pantalone froze on the spot as he raised his head, Dottore laying on his work table as you're kneeling in between his legs, face covered in his cum as you lick your lips. He watches as the doctor's head lolls to the side, too out of it to see who he was looking at, a dumb smile spreading across his face. As he was going to turn around to leave the room, thinking you did not notice him, he sees you licking your lips with a satisfied face when you looked at him, straight in the eyes. You give him a big smile before sticking your tongue out, the black-haired male blushing violently as the door slam behind him.

Dottore barely understands that someone saw him like that, embarrassment hardly reaching his brain, as he grabs a tissue to clean your face. He was weak in the knees, his body too tired to move correctly as he stands up, motioning for you to help him. With shaky legs, he falls onto the chair, panting. He tugs your face closer to his by your hair, kissing you softly, moaning as the gentle feeling eases his aching heart.

As you were going to leave the room, still hard but glad you gave your boss a good time, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you. Jerking you off quickly before letting you cum in his awaiting mouth. Immediately, he tucks you back into your underwear as he buttons your pants. He stands up, leaning against the wall for support as he grabs your jaw to kiss you one last time, acting as if he was not blushing like crazy.

Dismissing you for the day, satisfied with what happened, convinced that you were not going to see anyone else. You do as he asks, just taking the time to squeeze his ass before doing so, just to annoy him. You doubt your life was in danger anymore anyway, after what just happened. When you got out, Pantalone was still there, back leaning against the wall as he looks at you up and down. He makes a strange sign before leaving, hips almost swaying as he walks, half-confused at what he meant. While somewhere else, Childe and Scaramouche were separately jerking off to what they saw, imagining themselves instead of Dottore. It's true that you were his assistant, but it did not mean that you could not give a helping hand to the other Harbingers too, right?

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#top male reader #male reader #genshin #dom male reader #sub genshin x dom reader #top reader #genshin impact x male reader #dottore x reader #dottore #seme male reader #x male reader #bottom dottore #genshin x reader #scaramouche #x reader #childe #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

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Tiny regressor

#KDJ is just a simp #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok

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NO CAUSE FR

MAN AIN'T NO SHY BOI, HE FR JUST SET THE CAFE ON FIRE AT THIS POINT OF HE PISS OFF

One thing' that i really hate in some fanfics of joongdok, is when Kim Dokja is a shy boy that can't order a single cup of coffee without stutter, like ???? WTF???!!?

My boy is a chaotic ball of insults and bastard attitudes, you calling him 'shy' or 'submissive' is clearly an insult to everyone who has read the +500 chapters of the novel.

So please, respect my sassy bitch who can't take nobody's shit attitude.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #joongdok #web novel #omniscient reader #yoo joonghyuk #fan fiction #han sooyoung

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#orv #omniscient reader viewpoint #joongdok #dokhyuk #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #kdj #yjh

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i've finally found you [Joongdok].

A Joongdok fanfiction based on a post-winning battle with Final Dragon, Chapter 409 (I think so). However, Kim Dokja really died this time.

Yoo Joonghyuk breathed a sigh of relief. He made it. The Regressor had found a way to meet death.

Can I finally rest? There will be no repeating scenarios, watching one by one his comrades die as time goes by, and enduring all sorrow endless times.

Yoo Joonghyuk was really glad. He thought death was an impossibility. More than eighteen hundred rounds of life he had encountered, becoming new realities to live with, causing endless despair at every failure. Not even Joonghyuk succeeded in realizing his wish.

In fact, that hope is not only expected by Yoo Joonghyuk alone.

He yearns in saving Kim Dokja, an anomaly that appears in his third recurring life. That bastard is too pretentious. Sacrificing himself in completing the scenario one last time in order to keep his comrades alive.

Stupid bastard, he thought. Looks like I caught it too. In fact, he also makes the decision that Dokja fears the most during the third round, which is to restart life. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't accept it. After all the hardships they have been through together, why was Kim Dokja so reckless to sacrifice himself? Of course, they survived…

…physically, not emotionally. Yoo Joonghyuk understood this very well.

He did not know the condition of his friends. After Kim Dokja was completely killed, Yoo Joonghyuk instantly activated the regressor attribute, causing him to be stranded in the fourth round. However, the situation and conditions were different from the start.

Signs of Kim Dokja's life have never been found anymore whenever in the fourth, fifth, sixth… even up to the thousandth round. Even Yoo Joonghyuk honestly knew, that in the next rounds, Kim Dokja would never exist. It's just that a piece of hope in the heart doesn't want to admit it. He had pushed Yoo Joonghyuk into an endless vicious loop, struggling in a similar world apocalypse story, as well as looking for the whereabouts of a former companion until a brilliant idea came to him.

Yoo Joonghyuk was fed up.

He decided to find a way to bring Kim Dokja back from the dead.

Defrauding the law of death by making an agreement with the Underworld Gods—Hades, Pluto, Anubis, Freya… Yoo Joonghyuk didn't care who it is anymore. The regressor has come to search for Kim Dokja's soul, perhaps left trapped in one of the domains of the God of the Underworld and yet to find the best way to escape. One god after mythology-grade gods is found, annihilating them whenever he did not obtain the desired answer, deafening the ears from the words of truth that are spoken with trepidation.

[Yoo Joonghyuk's incarnation… even I, the God of Death, can't find him in the ocean of the deceased.]

Hades, followed by Demeter was looking at him with an unreadable expression. Kim Dokja was no longer a successor to the Underworld. They didn't even know that bastard—Joonghyuk alone understood because Kim Dokja never existed. Not giving up, the regressor returns to the God of the Underworld from diverse world mythologies, constantly questioning the existence of his companion, even though it ends in nothing.

Therefore, Yoo Joonghyuk once again made one crucial decision.

He decided to die.

No matter how outlandish it is, Yoo Joonghyuk kept trying. The regressor visited the highest tier constellations countless times, telling them to terminate him as quickly as possible.

[Even when asking for death, you are still arrogant.]

"Just kill me," he said coldly and sharply. "As painful as possible, if you can."

[The audacity of this human…]

As soon as Joonghyuk blinked, he was already on the next round.

Damnit. His regression attribute was indeed a curse. In fact, Yoo Joonghyuk only wished a thing—seeing his beloved bastard once again. His journey is simply meaningless without the presence of Kim Dokja.

Is it that impossible to achieve…?

Nevertheless, it is already over. Perhaps that bastard will appear again in front of him from now on. Yoo Joonghyuk constantly wondered whether he would enter the Underworld, Heaven, or Hell…

…but then, he wasn't in any of those places. Yoo Joonghyuk found himself inside a cubicle with white walls on four sides. His dark net widened his eyes, searching for clues that might give the regressor some insight into his current location. His eyes glanced to the corner of the room; there was a small set of tables and chairs, and… a boy who is hiding under the table.

Yoo Joonghyuk was never good at talking to children.

"…hey." The child doesn't seem conscious. Yoo Joonghyuk walked over. He then crouched down, trying to see the little boy from the small space under the table. The former regressor spoke again. "…hello.

Joonghyuk felt a little bit relieved. He had to ask something.

"What place is this?" he asked bluntly. "Can… can you tell me—please?"

Did he pronounce it correctly? Yoo Joonghyuk hoped he didn't look frightening to him. Kim Dokja always said that his forehead was furrowed all the time, making him look unfriendly. Meanwhile, the master seemed very liked by the children. Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung…they are very attached to Kim Dokja, even quarrelling over a place when sleeping together.

Honestly, Yoo Joonghyuk felt a little envious.

"Who are you?"

As soon as the boy put his long bangs behind his ear, Yoo Joonghyuk balled. He looked back at the familiar face he had been lingering for so long.

"…Kim Dokja."

"How do you know my name?" he asked innocently. "How did you get here? I didn't see you come in through the door."

There's no door here. At least, Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't find it. Suddenly, he was already here, with a small version of Kim Dokja. He was like an apparition with an unfinished business, leading him to little Kim Dokja.

Is he the reincarnation of Kim Dokja?

"I also do not know." After that, they were silent for a while.

Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at the child. The little Kim Dokja is frail, just like the Kim Dokja he met before, but almost always manages to save everyone without exception. Kim Dokja has a thin body, a slim waist, and an annoying expression that never subsides.

One more. These two Kim Dokjas also always had wounds all over their bodies—

—wait a second. Wound?

"Why is your body covered in bruises?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked furiously. Even when Kim Dokja was injured back then, he always gritted his teeth in annoyance. His bitterness then is used to overthrow every perpetrator who manages to slash and cram scratches on his companion's body. Well, Kim Dokja couldn't possibly be aware of what he did. That bastard is dense as hell. Perhaps he just thought he was more likely a thirsty killing machine. "Who did this to you?"

Little Kim Dokja hesitated to answer. Yoo Joonghyuk slowly folded the boy's long sleeves up, and then watched him with discomfort. Who could be so heartless to such a small child?

He suddenly remembered his intention to kill Shin Sooyoung in the third round.

Kim Dokja really changes him.

"It's okay," little Kim Dokja finally spoke. "I'm just a little naughty. So… please don't cry."

Cry? Yoo Joonghyuk was stunned. Is it even possible…

"Your eyes are teary," the child said again. He then spread his arms, moving to hug Yoo Joonghyuk's big body. The master froze. "Everything is alright…"

Either he was crying because he saw the bruises all over the child's body, or he was the one who had found Kim Dokja after countless attempts.

He's really grateful. His arms also moved around the little Kim Dokja, giving him the warmth he had longed for years.

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't help but smile.

I've finally found you again, Kim Dokja.

#brb imma go cry #joongdok #orv fanfic #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #orv fanfiction #kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk #omniscient reader

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