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mellowwillowy · 9 months

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Modest Maid Serves Diligently!

Consisting of: orgasm denial and control, spanking. GN!Reader wears (skirt) maid costume and lacy panties.

"Bring over that water to me"

He pointed toward the counter where the water jug and cups resided. You walked toward it while clutching your skirt tightly, legs shaking slightly while lips pursed. Your face was as red as a rose, eyes hazy because of the tears, or to be more exact, the vibrator inside of you. You brought glass water to him.

"Hiiiy-!"

The man in front of you smiled innocently while his finger toyed with the controller. You could feel it vibrating even more, making you spill the water mid-way. The man tsked at it while ushering you to come closer and you did.

"Hmm.. hold it for me,"

The man brought your hand closer to his face and started drinking from it. You have to do this correctly, or what you thought to yourself.

"Nnngh- hyaa-!"

The vibrator inside of you started to vibrate even more again, the vibration pleasuring you, causing you to accidentally spill water on the man. Looking down, you could see their face darkened with a smirk plastered on.

"What a dutiful maid you are..."

Your hands couldn't hold the cup anymore, allowing it to fall while you clutch your thighs, pressing your thighs to help you chase your near-coming orgasm. But, he didn't allow it.

The vibrator pressure was lowered down, and you whined as you lost the feelings inside you.

"No no no, do you seriously think you deserved that after you spilled water on me?"

You whined even louder, your eyes teary. Looking at you, the man gulped before yanking you closer to him. His hands started to travel onto your ass, playing with the flesh. You pursed your lip again, moans slipping out occasionally.

You could also feel the vibrator vibrating hard again, making you jerk your body upfront to the man, hands resting on his shoulder.

"Clasp your hands on your back and stand still and silently"

The man commanded as he smacked your ass, serving it as a reminder. You tried to do so, alas only to be met with failures. Your whimpers were audible and your shakings were visible. He started to increase the level while kneading your ass, your legs shaking violently before you placed your hands on his shoulder again, moans escaped from your bitten lips. The man smacked your ass again, causing you to jerk in front instinctively.

"What a bad maid you are... chasing your own pleasure while ignoring your master's order?"

You shivered at his words, in a good way of course. His hand traveled under your skirt, feeling the drenched lacy panties, his finger teased you before he inserted one of his fingers inside you. Your body jerked violently from the contact and stimulation, your hands clutching the fabric on his shoulder even tighter.

"Ah ah ah, no, not before I allow you to"

You whined, your orgasm controlled by the man beneath you. He slipped another finger into you, and his fingers skillfully played your insides, hitting that one spot repeatedly. You were so close, but you knew better than to disobey. Yes, you knew better. You knew better!

And yet, you could feel it dripping down, wetting his trouser.

He stared at you first before moving to his trouser after you finished your show. It's wet, again. The man lifted you from the ground and placed you on his lap, his hands reached your ass before you could say anything.

"Did I not" smack "tell you" smack "that you" smack "are not allowed" smack "to come" smack "unless I" smack "allow you to?" Smack!

You cried at his spankings, your legs thrashing around before it's smacked as well. The spankings didn't stop there, it kept going even if your ass cheeks were screaming red.

"Silence"

You tried but the choked sobs wouldn't stop flowing out. Your eyes brimming with flowing tears, hands clutching the surface you could reach tightly. The room was filled with your suppressed sobs and the sharp spankings. You knew he was being lenient enough to not make you count, you knew that for sure.

"And... 34" smack!

Your punishment ended with you looking like a crying mess. That is, with you excited down there as well, your panties drenched again. He sat you down on his lap. You broke out a sob as you tried to ask him,

"Huk- may I, uhk- khuk- come now?"

He gave your ass another smack.

"Where's the apology?"

You started to apologize, a lot in a sense. Your cheeks were covered with tears flowing down like a falling river, your thighs pressed against each other for friction. The man hummed while tapping his index finger on your red flesh. He started to rub your excitement with his thigh, making you ride him instinctively, trying to chase your end.

As though allowing you to, his fingers started to feel your breast, pinching the clothed nipples. He couldn't even be bothered by how wet his trouser was.

"You have a beautiful moan, you know?"

You twitched at his praise, dragging your hips in and out even faster, feeling your private area getting hotter from it.

"Please.. please... please, please, Master!"

The man brought his lip to your ear, nibbling it before a 'go on' broke out. The man sat back as he watched you perform a show for him with his thigh beneath you.

Safe to say, it ended beautifully.

|| Pantalone, (especially electro...) Childe, Diluc, Al-Haitham, Zhongli, Pierro, Dottore, Neuvillette, Wriothesley (daddy?), Ayato, Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Luocha, Sampo, OC.

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osachiyo · 2 months

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — fem!reader, aphrodisiac, masturbation, unprotected sex, begging, insatiable reader, honorifics (sir), dom! dottore • this is for @dazaisslave !! so sorry for getting to it this late, tysm for being patient with me ichika :3 apologies if he's ooc, this is my first time writing for him :) happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni

DOTTORE never expected to see such an.. interesting spectacle when he walked into his lab. There you were, perched on top of his table — some of the vials of who-knows-what knocked over to the ground. Small whines and moans of his name escaped your glossy lips, while two of your fingers plunged in and out of your drooling cunt in a rapid pace, the small digits seemingly not enough to fulfill your craving.

"and what do we have here..?" the masked man smirked, clearly amused by the alluring view you had to offer. your head snapped up in dottore's direction, clearly shocked to see your lover standing in the doorway.

"don't tell me you're shocked to see me, pet — what do you think you're doing in my lab, hm?" his lips parted to reveal a sinister grin, teeth glinting from the dim lighting of the room. "dottore, i —" you struggled to find the right words. what the hell were you supposed to say? that you sneaked in his lab to see what he was working on, then accidentally knocked over a vial with bright pink substance in it and suddenly started feeling dizzy and hot? like hell he'd buy that.

as if the man could read your mind, he stepped closer to the broken glass on the floor — a sigh leaving his thin lips, "what you knocked over, my darling, was a vial of aphrodisiac," he grumbled with slight annoyance, now looking up at you through his mask. "a very strong kind, to be clear."

oh.

well that explained why you were feeling so.. hot all of a sudden — but that didn't make it much better. the aphrodisiac was strong indeed, so strong that even the doctor himself could feel himself succumb to it, pale face flushing as his breaths get heavier, it didn't help that you looked to damn ravishing too — staring up at him through those pretty tear-soaked lashes, a pout settled on your lips — it made him want to bend you over his table and —

"f-fuck, hold still, pet —" dottore groaned, hips slamming against your plush ass from behind, gloved fingers digging deep into your hips to keep you in place. but how could he blame you? you were practically buzzing with arousal — hearts floating in your eyes as you drooled all over his desk.

"feels — mmh-! s'good," you slurred, a dumb smile finding it's way to your swollen lips when dottore sped up his pace, landing cruel slaps on your ass while you both get closer to your highs.

fuck, the damn aphrodisiac was taking its affect on him too — making his cock extra leaky and sensitive than usual, causing him to go even harder, and groan even louder into your ear. both of your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, dottore's hands finding your tits to pull and tweak at your nipples, before landing a mean slap on them, making you cry out in pained pleasure.

"f-faster — sir, please —!" dottore let out a guttural groan at the honorific, speeding his hips up at your request — broken moans leaving the both of you as he did.

"cum f'me, girl," dottore growled against your skin, palm of his gloved hand pushing your back further down into a mean arch — your ass bouncing with each thrust. as if right on cue, you squirted all over his cock, and the harbinger followed not long after — muttering curses in the snezhnayian language whilst spilling his load inside of you.

you two stayed like that, dottore's face buried in your neck — breathing in your sweet smell, pants leaving each other.

"..ain.."

dottore quirked an eyebrow, moving his face away — "come again?"

you looked back at him, eyes glazed over with lust and lashes clumping with dried tears, voice breathless as you let out a pitiful whimper — "again, fuck me again! — fill me up."

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yuutx · 1 month

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 ? ! (𝐼𝐿 𝒟𝒪𝒯𝒯𝒪𝑅𝐸)

il dottore x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ female masturbation ﾉ test subject x mad scientist ﾉ degrading kink ﾉ clit play ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ size kink ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ◡ ˶ ◡ ꒱ྀི১

i wrote this a while ago 'n i just found it in my drafts 2 day so i figured i should finally post it ! i wld srsly do anything 'n everything 2 be dottore's test stubject he is soo perfect. art credits go to the lovely @/lllOhara ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Piercing red orbs scanned the room, scrutinizing every detail. His lips curled into a slight smirk as he saw your figure curled up, encapsulated within a metal cage, and suspended by thick ropes. You looked so small and frail, like a little bird locked away in its gilded cage. The man could hardly suppress a laugh as his eyes trailed up your naked figure, stopping when he saw your head hanging low. It was obvious you were still unconscious, but it wouldn't be long before you awoke. Your breathing had evened out, and the wounds you'd received were beginning to stitch themselves back together. It would seem that you had more fight in you than he'd initially anticipated, and for a brief moment he'd been afraid that he'd made a mistake by attempting to bring you here. But alas, his worries were unfounded. The Doctor was always right.

"Y/N," the man spoke, his voice a deep baritone. His words hung in the air as he waited for you to reply. When you didn't stir, his smirk only grew. "I know you're awake, pet," the Doctor spoke again, this time more clearly, "You're a terrible liar, my dear. Now, stop playing pretend and look at me."

His command was sharp and commanding, yet soft and inviting, and it forced you to comply. Slowly, you raised your head, eyes fluttering open, and met the Doctor's gaze. As your eyes landed on his form, you felt a rush of emotions wash over you, ranging from anger, to fear, and even a sense of longing. You couldn't help but notice the way the light reflected off of his ruby red irises, making them shine like the most brilliant of gems. It was then that you realized just how handsome the Doctor was. His features were sharp and chiseled, his expression serious and brooding, yet his mouth was pulled into a devious smile that made your heart race. The man's appearance was nothing short of regal, and he commanded respect from all who were lucky enough to meet him.

The mask he usually wore was gone, revealing his face in its entirety. You noticed how his lips were set into a thin line, and the way his nose curved downward towards his pointed chin. He was tall, much taller than you were, and his shoulders were broad and powerful. You found yourself mesmerized by the man before you, unable to take your eyes off him, even as your heart pounded wildly in your chest. It was a strange sensation, this mixture of fear and desire, and you had no idea what to do with it. Were you attracted to the Doctor? Perhaps… perhaps not, but something inside of you wanted him, that was for certain.

Your body betrayed you as you shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze, drawing his attention to your nudity. Your nipples had hardened, and your core throbbed with need, aching for release. It wasn't right, you thought to yourself, you shouldn't feel this way about someone who'd captured you, imprisoned you, and planned on experimenting on you. But the longer you stared, the more you wanted him, and the more your mind seemed to lose focus on anything else. Your vision swam as a haze clouded your thoughts, leaving you completely intoxicated with desire. And just like that, you lost control. Your legs parted instinctively, and your hips bucked upward, grinding against the bars of your prison. It was almost as if your body had a mind of its own. You'd never felt anything like it before. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't stop yourself. It was like you'd gone mad, your body reacting on its own accord, no longer caring about consequences or rational thought. And the worst part was, you loved every second of it. Your cheeks flushed crimson as you writhed beneath him, the cool metal of the cage rubbing against your sex, sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel his gaze upon you, watching as your breasts bounced and jiggled while you rode the bars of the cage, grinding yourself against them. Your moans grew louder, and your breathing became labored. It was so good, you thought to yourself, too good. You couldn't help but wonder, had you really gone insane? Were you really willing to sacrifice yourself just for the sake of pleasure? And yet, here you were, doing exactly that. And the man watched, his expression unchanging, save for the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. His lips twitched, fighting back a smile as he enjoyed your performance. Your moans echoed throughout the laboratory, drowning out the sounds of the machines and equipment around you. It was beautiful, he thought, how could something so lewd and vulgar be so breathtakingly gorgeous? You were like a living work of art, and he could watch you for hours.

You felt your climax approaching, and you tried desperately to stave it off, not wanting the Doctor to see you in such a state. However, you were powerless to stop it. Your orgasm tore through your body, causing your limbs to spasm uncontrollably. Your head lolled forward, and your jaw fell open, letting loose a series of breathy whimpers. Your hips bucked upwards, slamming into the bars, forcing your body against the cold metal. The pleasure was indescribable, unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was intense, raw, and powerful, and it left you panting heavily. You could feel the slickness coating the bars, and the smell of your arousal permeated the air. You were completely spent, utterly exhausted from the force of your orgasm, and yet somehow you felt invigorated. You couldn't remember the last time you had came so hard, and the intensity of it took your breath away.

A low rumble reverberated throughout the laboratory, and you could feel the vibrations travel up your spine. The machine beside you was whirring to life, and a loud clicking sound filled the room as its gears began to turn. You couldn't understand what it was doing, or what it meant, but the Doctor seemed pleased by whatever results were displayed. He walked over to you, his eyes never leaving yours, and knelt down beside the cage. He placed his gloved hands against the bars, gripping them tightly, and leaned in close. "That was quite impressive," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear, "Now, let's see what other noises I can pull from that pretty little mouth of yours."

Dottore pressed a button, and the cage was lowered to the ground. You looked up at him, and your eyes met his, and his hand moved to the lock, sliding a key inside. The door opened with a loud click, and he stepped back, allowing you to crawl out. Once you were free, the Doctor grabbed hold of your hair, yanking you forward. You stumbled slightly, and fell into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you firmly against him, causing your dripping cunt to rub against his groin. A moan escaped your lips as his erection pressed into you, and you felt him twitch in response. "Ahh.." he breathed, his grip tightening around you, "I'm afraid I can't wait any longer."

With one fluid motion, he lifted you into the air, and carried you across the room. He set you down onto a large, cushioned table, and began removing his clothes. You watched him closely, taking in every detail of his muscular frame, admiring the way his muscles rippled under his pale skin. The Doctor's gaze remained locked on yours, and his pupils were dilated, filled with lust. You noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, and your mouth watered as he unzipped his trousers, revealing his swollen member. His cock was massive, thick and long, and it stood proudly at attention, leaking precum down the shaft. He stroked himself lazily, and a deep growl rumbled from his throat. "Do you see what you've done to me, pet?" he asked, his voice husky with desire, "This is all because of you."

You swallowed hard, and nodded, biting your lip as he stroked himself faster. He continued pumping his fist, until his cock glistened with precum. His hand traveled lower, and he cupped his balls, massaging them gently. "Such a naughty little thing, making me hard like this.." he purred, his voice low and husky, "You'll have to pay for that.." The Doctor grabbed hold of your wrists, and forced you onto all fours, getting on the table behind you. "I'm going to break your fucking mind, pet." He growled, "You'll be too fucked up to think straight when I'm done with you." His words sent shivers down your spine, and you whimpered softly as his cock brushed against your slit. He pushed inside of you, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. His length stretched you to the limit, filling you completely. You cried out in pleasure as his cock slammed into you, burying itself inside your wet cunt. Your walls clenched around him, and his hands gripped your hips tightly, digging into your skin. His thrusts were slow and steady, his pace leisurely, and his eyes never left yours. Your head rolled back, and your body shuddered beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

Dottore's heavy balls smacked against your clit, all while his cock reached places inside of you that hadn't been touched in a long time. He groaned as he bottomed out, pushing deep into your depths, making sure his full length was seethed inside of you. His movements were unhurried, but firm, cock swelling with need as he fucked into your cunt. Your hands clawed at the table, nails digging into the leather, leaving long scratches across the surface. You moaned loudly, unable to contain your sounds of pleasure. "Fuck.." he cursed, "Your pussy's so damn tight.." Your walls squeezed around him, pulling him deeper, causing his hips to stutter. He grunted, and began pumping his hips, pistoning into your core with renewed vigor. His cock slammed into you over and over again, until he finally released a torrent of hot cum into your womb, coating your insides with his seed. His grip tightened around your hips, and he pulled you closer, pressing his chest against your back. "That's it," he growled, his breath hot against your neck, "Take all of it." His words were like music to your ears, and you did as he commanded, letting him fill you up with his thick load. Your body shook, and your eyes rolled back as you fucked yourself onto his dick, slamming yourself back against his groin. He growled low in his throat, and began thrusting harder, using you like a living fleshlight. Your moans grew louder, echoing through the laboratory, filling the air with lewd, obscene sounds. Your juices flowed freely, mixing with his cum, creating a sticky mess between your legs. He pounded into you with such force that the table rattled beneath you, causing it to shake violently.

"Ohhh..oh fuck…fuck, mm-! L-Love it, I love it so muchhh..!" you gasped, tears stinging your eyes as he fucked your brains out, your walls milking his cock, "'m gonna cum..c- h-haahh…so-so close…w-wanna cum on y-your cock…" Your words were slurred, and incoherent, and your body trembled uncontrollably as you neared your peak. "Mm? Is that so?" the Doctor questioned, "Are you gonna cum for your dear Dottore?" You nodded frantically, a hand jumping to your clit, pinching the sensitive nub between your fingers. "Y-Yes…please…p-plea- please make me cum.." you begged, voice strained and shaky, "C-Can't wait..need to…n-nowww..!!" Your words were cut off as your back arched, body trembling as your squirted, splattering him with your juices. Your body went rigid, and your mouth hung open, a scream escaping your lips as he pumped another load of his thick cum into your used hole. "Oh, you little slut," he laughed, his cock still buried deep inside you, "What a mess you've made, Y/N." He held you in place as his seed seeped out of you, dribbling down the front of the table. You couldn't move, your legs had given out, and you collapsed onto the table, panting heavily. Your body was covered in sweat, and your cheeks flushed red, and you could barely keep your eyes open. The Doctor chuckled, and kissed the back of your neck.

"Mmh, don't go falling asleep on me now.." he chided, "We're far from finished."

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genshinimpactlife · 1 year

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Psssst psssst could I request nsfw headcannons for c0ckwarming alhaitham and dottore? Have a wonderful day/night 😚

Cockwarming Headcanons

Alhaitham is a lazy man, so he would adore cockwarming.

Early morning hard-on? He will happily pull his pajama pants down just enough to let his cock out, slipping it inside you before falling asleep again.

He loves the feeling of being inside you. He would happily lay there for hours with you keeping his cock warm.

He likes to lazily grind against you but never fully thrust his hips into you.

When you're being a brat, he will have you sit on his cock, not letting you move until you're begging him to let you ride him.

"Can my Pet not keep still? That's another five minutes of having to sit here and look pretty."

After you have sex, he doesn't like to pull out. Instead, he lets his soft cock stay inside you as the two of you cuddle.

When you're connected like this, he can't keep his hands off you, always running them along your body, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.

He will do just about anything to keep you on his cock, keeping you distracted with sweet kisses and mumbling about "five more minutes."

Working in the lab? Of course he expects his pretty assistant to keep his cock warm.

He always has you sitting in his lap while you work, chest to chest.

You are not allowed to talk or wiggle while he's working. You just have to be a good warm hole for him to use.

If you move too much or make a sound, he won't hesitate to slap your bare ass, leaving a bright red mark before returning to his work.

But of course, he always rewards you when you do a good job. He will even let you decide how he fucks you if you were perfect for him.

Most of the time cockwarming is a punishment for you, to make you squirm, or simply for his own pleasure.

But some nights after you have sex, he can't help but keep his cock buried inside you.

If you try to move away to clean up or roll over, his arm will wrap around you, pulling you right back into place.

The two of you will fall asleep like this, connected for the entire night.

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sweet-honey-fruit · 2 months

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An Even Happier Valentine’s Day ❤️

Surprising Genshin Men with a lingerie on Valentine’s Day.

Star Rail version here 🫶

w/: Dottore, Neuvillette, Zhongli, afab!reader

Warnings: p in v (Dottore), rough sex (Dottore), pinned down (Dottore), degradation/praise (Dottore), choking (Dottore), reader is a masochist for Dottore, biting (Dottore), unprotected sex (Dottore) clothed pussy rubbing cock (Neuvillette), dry humping (Neuvillette), oral sex (Zhongli), fingering (Zhongli), sacrilegious undertones (Zhongli), marking (Zhongli)

Masterlist: xxx

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Dottore ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - How cute that you think you could ever surprise him with such a thing. He's observant. He sees the lace just lightly showing from under your outfit. He sees the way you've been anticipating getting through dinner to be alone with him. He sees how a desperate, bubble disaster you are at the mere thought of 'surprising' him with an intimate gift. How foolish of you. That only meant he had time to think about what he wanted to do to you when you got home.

The moment you two got home, he ripped your outfit off to reveal the pretty set you bought just for him on this special occasion. He'll make sure this opportunity doesn't go to waste.

His thrusts were rough, deep and harsh with the words he muttered against your ear being so much harsher, "My little slut had this all planned from the beginning, hm? You wanted to be fucked like this," He chuckled deeply next to your ear, pressing a sloppy kiss on your jaw. His chest pressed against your back, easily pinning your hands behind your back with one of his own. The strain on your arms burned, but it burned in a way that had you seeing stars.

His free hand snaked up your chest till he was able to wrap it around your neck. The pressure he added cut off your moans, breathing turned ragged. The lack of air made you dizzy; it was all so overwhelming yet you couldn't help but want more.

His teeth dug into your shoulder. You could feel the sly smirk he had when he felt your pulse quicken from where his thumb pressed against it.

"You love it when I make you my plaything," He kisses the bite mark he left, a stark contrast to his rough thrusts. His dick slides in and out of your slick hole with ease, your wetness dripping onto the sheets below. He's fucking you so good that you feel weak, your body succumbing to his and wanting nothing more but to be filled.

"There you go, take it. You're doing such an amazing job. Sshh, it's alright-" A low brown cuts him off as he feels your walls clamp down around his cock, "Oh fuck! Yeah, just like that."

He lets go of your throat, although your moment to finally being allowed to breath is cut off once more when his hand entangles in your hair, pushing your face down into the mattress. His hips snap against yours desperately, and you can tell by the way his moans become more frequent that he's close. You go limp, eyes rolling back as each thrust sends electricity through your body. With a muffled yell of his name, white hot pleasure courses through you. Your mind goes blank, the only thought being of the man buried deep inside you.

As your walls flutter, Dottore's hips stutter He stills, grunting out your name with fucked-out bliss. His hot cum fills up your needy hole, leaving you to grind up against him to feel all of it, all of him, and all that he has to offer.

His body leans down to cover yours, panting up against your ear. You can hear the smile on his face while his cum drips out of your still needy pussy.

"What a good plaything you are. You did so, so well," It's cocky, it's patronizing with only a hint of genuineness.

And it makes you want to be fucked by him again.

Neuvillette ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - When you told him to lay down on the bed for a surprise, this isn't what he had in mind. He's not complaining though. It was something to see you wearing a lingerie that replicated his color scheme. Dark blue with lacy white accents. Seeing those particular colors, his colors, provoked a deep primal urge and had his cock straining against his pants.

Nothing though could prepare him for how your clothed pussy glided over his hardened, twitching cock. His hands rested on your hips, nails digging into your flesh so deliciously that it motivated you to go faster. He was in a trance, watching your wetness soak through the panties and coating his dick in your juices.

With each snap of your hips his cock presses up against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. Neuvillette looked majestic with the way his face was tinted pink, letting out groans whenever your pussy lips moved perfectly over the shape of him. His precum was dripping onto his abdomen, showing just how much he can't wait to be inside of you.

When you focus your attention at the tip of his cock, he lets out a desperate command to yes, keep doing that. His hands grip your hips and force your movements to keep at it. He was losing his composure, beads of sweat gliding down his chiseled chest. The sight made you light-headed, intoxicated by the pure beauty of the man under you.

Your clit throbs as the mixture of your soaked panties and his cock stimulate it in a way that pushes you over the edge immediately. Your legs quiver as your orgasm hits you hard, turning your vision blurry as it rakes over your entire body. His eyes train on your face, how your lips part to moan out his name, eyes glazed over because of him and how he made you feel with such a simple act.

Perhaps it was the added slick, or maybe the blissed out look on your face mixed with the plea of his name that made him cum without warning. The pearly white substance covers his sweaty chest. Despite that, you collapse onto his chest without a care in the world, trying to recover from the mind-numbing effect of your orgasm.

His arms wrap around your waist, a loving kiss pressed against your head. "I love you."

Zhongli ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - As an archon, he's had many people worship him over the years. Perhaps that's why it was truly ironic how he was the one doing the worshipping right now. He just couldn't help himself. How could he not when you came out of the bathroom looking so pretty? So enticing?

He couldn't help but to gently pick you up and place you on the bed like you were the most precious object known to man. He couldn't help but to kiss ever inch of you, touching all of you in a way that had you whispering his name like a prayer. Every touch translated to 'I love you', every kiss was a reminder of his devotion to you.

Even when his tongue lapped at your soaked pussy, circling your clit in a way that made you wither, he showed his dedication to you. It was intoxicating the way he his ring finger teased your throbbing hole. It felt so good that you swore he turned you delirious. All you could focus on was him and how his fingers curled up inside you, hitting pleasurable parts deep within your velvety walls with expertise.

He was mesmerized with how you gushed around him, slick dripping down his hand. He watched attentively as he bit into the sensitive flesh of your thighs, marking you as his. A constant reminder of him only for you to see.

Zhongli couldn't help but to wear a loving smile, thrusting his fingers faster, sucking on your clit harder just to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head. Such simplicity yet your legs were quivering, body shivering and moans reverberating off the bedroom walls. The taste of your love was so addicting that he didn't stop even when you squirted all over his hand. How could he stop when you were practically riding his fingers for another orgasm, hips grinding down with need.

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eros7hanatos · 2 months

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➽ A kinky science experiment

Scientist!Dottore x assistant!afab reader Warnings: smut, overstimulation, bondage, BDSM in some sorts?? Word count: 472 A/N: inspired by sluttsumu’s smut ‘high for this - zayne’ that piece is heavenly <33. Dottore’s voice does something to me and I do not mind a single bit. Requests are open ^^

Art creds: I’m not sure, if you know please do tell. Link to the art

“N-no moreee…” you said, whining and gasping for air, your arms and legs tugging at their restraints as you try to move away from the vibrator pressed on your clit. Dottore had asked you for help with an experiment, you were confused at first as he would usually shoo you away whenever you tried to help, only allowing you to help with a few minor things. You were surprised and skeptical, trying to guess what it was, however you would’ve never guessed what experiment he was about to do to you.

You swear, it has been just an hour of this ‘experiment’ but it’s been feeling like an eternity instead. The feeling of your cunt convulsing and that electrical surge in your lower abdomen had come to greet you again, for the nth time that night. Your vision turns black for a moment, or did it turn white? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that blissful feeling of reaching your high and seeing stars. As you ride out your high Dottore looks over with a pleasant look, firming holding the vibrator to your clit.

As soon as your orgasm came to an end that sensitive and painful feeling came back, hitting you like a train. Bucking your hips and squirming around, you try to move away from the vibrator tightly pressed on your clit but even if you did get away from that one, which was most likely impossible since Dottore was looking up at you with a shit-eating grin, and there was still that vibrator up your dripping pussy. “P-pleasee, Dottore. S-stop…” You pleaded, but your words fall on deaf ears. He merely hums as he then reaches out to the other vibrator, shoving it deeper inside your leaking cunt, spilling your cum everywhere and staining the sheets. You try your arms and legs again with no avail. Your legs, still tied to the bed posts and your arms, still tied behind your back. You pleaded again, tears running down your cheeks from pleasure and overstimulation.

“D-Dottore! Ple-Pleasee!” “One more. I know you can do it~” You whine in protest as you feel that familiar aching feeling again. Your orgasm meeting you once again, this time faster than all the rest. Without even time to scream, you cum once more, gasping for air as you finish.

“That’s a good girl. I know you can give me more. Don’t you want to continue this experiment? If you do well in this then I’ll let you help with future experiments.” His voice, like the sweet, tempting devil in your ears. You slowly nod, bucking your hips and preparing yourself for another climax. You studied science and alchemy to be a scientist, it was your dream. So continuing this experiment was just…work. I mean, it’s all in the name of science, is it not?

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andraxicated · 2 years

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fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

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taintedtort · 1 year

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prompt ✧ cockwarming

characters ✧ listed at the end

warnings ✧ afab!reader, smut!!!, cockwarming (duh), orgasm denial, petname (baby)

a/n ✧ was feeling a bit devious and decided to write smut… which i haven’t done in months so sorry if it’s shitty

"fuck— hold still, you’re squirmin’ too much," he rasped as his large hands gripped harder onto your waist. it wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t get enough of him and the way his cock sat perfectly in your dripping cunt.

"‘m sorry," you mumbled, but you continued to try and move. you really couldn’t take much more, you wanted to feel him fuck into you already. however, he was set on just sitting there with you warming his dick.

your fists balled up his shirt in frustration and a sharp huff left your mouth. you tried once more to grind your hips against his, only to be held in place by his strong grip. your head dropped to his shoulder as a plea left you, "please! ’s aching, jus’ move a little!" you were met with a light laugh, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment.

"it hurts?" he asked, voice low. your head bobbed up and down quickly, letting your eagerness show. his eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, eyes darting down to where you two are connected. you heard him hum before his hand reached down and brushed your clit, causing a whimper to climb up your throat. after so long without stimulation, you were far too sensitive.

his rough fingers slowly rubbed circles on your swollen bud, his eyes glued to your cunt. your hips stuttered as a gasp left your lips. your hands gripped onto his shoulders when his pace quickened.

"so pretty, baby," he mumbled, eyes glazed over with arousal. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your face burning. his fingers continued to work your clit as he let you grind against him, not seeming to care about his promise of only letting you sit on his dick.

your breath was quickening and your sounds were getting needier, so you leaned forward to press your mouth against his in order to muffle yourself. he gladly kissed back, sharply inhaling through his nose. his fingers kept their pace even as his tongue invaded your mouth. your arms wrapped around his neck and you tangled your hands into his hair as your tongues met.

your grinds got sharper as you started to approach your orgasm. you forced yourself to pull away from his addictive mouth so you could gasp out a whiney, "‘m close."

"yeah? you want me to make you cum?" his voice was heavy with lust. a string of "yes please"s left you as you got more desperate for your long awaited release.

"what if i told you no?" he smirked, eyes shooting up to your widened one’s. your heart dropped at his sentence, but your pussy clenched at the same time. your head shook in a plea.

"please, need it, need you to make me cum," you whined, voice shy. he made a low sound in his throat before focusing back on your cunt. you thought you convinced him, but then you felt his fingers slow. a noise of disagreement clawed up your throat as your arm shot down to his wrist to attempt to keep his hand pressed to you.

your attempt was unsuccessful thanks to the strength difference between the two of you. he was easily able to bring both your hands up and out from between your legs. begs and protests tumbled out of your mouth as your orgasm was ripped away from you.

you watched with a dejected face as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of your juices. after he pulled them out with a 'pop' he leaned back against the couch lazily, a ghost of a smirk on his face.

"now sit still, can you do that for me, baby?"

— KAEYA, zhongli, cyno, CHILDE, AYATO, scaramouche, itto, KAZUHA, dottore + your fav(s)

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heizlut · 6 months

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Me & The Devil

alternative (dual yandere) version here

cw: non-con, dub-con, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, somnophilia, dacryphilia, yandere, DARK CONTENT

this fic is no joke when it comes to darker content, extreme trigger warning. read at your own risk

tags: yandere!dottore, fem!reader, mostly proofread but there still may be some minor errors here and there

word count: 4.5k this is the longest one i’ve written so far.

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Finally you have a chance to break free. The sound of your bare feet slap against the cold floor as you try to run for an exit. Your breathing is heavy, teary eyes full of hope thinking that today is the day you can finally escape him. Right before you can reach the exit, a large hand grips your arm tightly, causing you to stumble and fall to your hands and knees. You’re flipped over onto your back with him looming over you with a smirk on his face, “Going somewhere, my love?”. Dottore. How did this even start? When did it even start?

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You were just a curious akademiya student. Many said you were too curious for your own good but you always brushed them off. You couldn’t help that you were so curious about the things that were forbidden to be researched. The more someone tells you not to do something, the more you want to just say ‘fuck it’ and do it anyways. It didn’t help when you found some curious files and notes left behind from a student named Zandik. After asking around and getting strange looks from others, you were about to give up on this Zandik guy. You bumped into something hard causing you to drop the notes and files you had found and you land hard on your ass. When you looked up, you saw a tall man with blue hair wearing a mask that hid his features.

He didn’t think anything of you at first until he saw what had scattered on the ground. With a smirk, he held out his hand to you, “I apologize. I must not have been paying attention to where I was going.” You grabbed his hand, trying not to wince at the pain from having landed so hard, “I should be the one to apologize. I’m the one who ran into you.” The man laughed it off and bent down to help you gather your papers which caused you to push him away.

Your reaction made him raise an eyebrow under his mask, “What? Do you have something to hide, little one?” You felt your face heat up at the accusation and the nickname. It felt like he could see right through you, “N-no.. It’s just-“ You sighed as you gathered your thoughts. “If you’d like, we could go somewhere else if you’d like to tell me about it?”, he offered with a smile that you couldn’t quite decipher. You nodded and gave a small smile in return, “It would be nice to have someone to share this with. Thank you.”

The man you learned was named Dottore. He listened to everything you explained with just a sly smirk on his face. The mask he wore made it hard for you to decipher his true feelings, but the fact that he had sat there and listened with some sort of intrigue to what you were saying made you feel like you were finally understood. He made no move to berate you for what you chose to have an interest in.

Little did you know that the files and notes you had found were all from him and his previous research from before he was expelled from the akademiya and changed his name. He was more than happy to entertain your curiosity. It shocked you when he offered his hand to you for the second time that day and asked if you would like to pursue your curiosities further with him as your mentor. You stared at him in surprise, then you took his hand. That’s where it all began.

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At first, Dottore kept some distance from you. You didn’t mind as you were so caught up in finally being able to pursue your true interests. Little by little he began to cut you off from the rest of the world without you paying it any mind. It started with him offering for you to stay one night since it had gotten late. He said he worried about you going home alone in the dark. You naively accepted and soon it became a habit to stay with him after long days of researching and experimenting together. Dottore was good at hiding his true intentions and the dark things he was doing without your knowledge. You had no idea the other types of experiments he conducted. He was so careful to show you only what he wanted you to see.

Next he made an offhand comment about you just dropping out of the akademiya and studying under him full time. He had only said it when you came to his place after yet another tough day at the akademiya. You were going on and on about how you wish you could fully pursue your true interests without interference. After he made the comment about you just dropping out, you gawked at him for a few moments to which he smiled, “It’s all up to you. But just know… You’ll never reach your true potential if you’re trapped under the akademiya’s thumb.” You mulled over his words.

What he said was true. You just wanted your freedom. To do as you pleased without anyone getting in the way or giving you dirty looks or rejecting your proposals time and time again. “I can give you everything you need. All you need to do is say the word.”, is what he said as he watched the gears turn in your head. You looked up at him, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I’ll drop out. Just promise me that you’ll help me pursue what I want.”

The smile on his face grew. If you hadn’t been so naive to his real intentions, you would have noticed that his smile held insanity and obsession. He wanted you all to himself and he was finally getting closer to what he wanted.

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Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. Dottore was everything to you whether you had realized it or not. You had fallen right into his trap. You had become dependent on him, cut off from the world around you. When was the last time you saw the sun or felt it warm your skin? You didn’t really seem to care. You had gotten incredibly far with your research all thanks to Dottore’s help. He gave you everything you needed. Everything you wanted. No questions asked. He never even asked for anything in return.

Now that began to bother you. You felt like you had to repay him in some way but whenever you brought it up, he would brush it off with a laugh and smile saying that seeing you happy with what you were accomplishing together was more than enough. You always failed to notice the way his gaze on you would change when your back was turned to him. The way it travelled down your body, taking in every inch of you, committing it to memory… It was dark and hungry…

You had reached up to grab a new test tube from a shelf you couldn’t quite reach when you suddenly felt hands touch your waist. A hard chest pressed against your back. Hot breath on your neck… “Let me get that for you.” You blush at the closeness. Dottore had never touched you like this. You didn’t see him as anything other than a mentor and a friend. He never made it known that he had felt anything different for you.

You didn’t know whether you liked his touch or closeness or if you wanted to push him away. You were frozen. Conflicted. You snap out of your thoughts when he let out a breathy laugh, the test tube held in front of your face, “Aren’t you going to take it?” You swallow hard and take the test tube from his hands, muttering your thanks.

His hands linger, moving down your body. You swear you could feel something hard poking your ass but you shake your head to push the thoughts away. There’s no way he thought of you like that. No way you thought of him like that. Sure he was handsome in his own strange way but you never really saw him this way. You turn around to move from his grasp only to be pushed further into the shelf, the spare glassware rattled from the impact.

Dottore’s sly smile. The dark look in his eyes. It made you shiver. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh? Anything you want to share?”, he was taunting you. You just knew he was. You gently push him away to create distance and he lets you, letting out a small laugh, “You don’t have to tell me. Your face says it all.” Your eyes widen at his words and you quickly make your way back to your experiment table.

—

Nothing else happened for awhile after that. It bothered you. Did he really see you as something more than just someone he was mentoring? You feel yourself grow slick with arousal as you lay in your bed. You kept replaying the way he looked at you, the way he touched you… You let out an annoyed groan as you rub your thighs together to quell the aching need you were feeling. You couldn’t be thinking of him this way. You didn’t even know what your feelings were towards him, let alone his feelings towards you. You let yourself fall asleep, frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

He stood there over your sleeping form. His cock stirring to life and he rubbed himself through his pants at how innocent and soft you looked as you slept. You turned onto your back in your sleep, muttering his name. His eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself with even more pressure. You had said his name in your sleep.

You must be dreaming about him. Dottore lets out a soft groan of satisfaction. His sweet little student was thinking of him even in their sleep. He pulled his aching cock from his pants, pumping his length over your sleeping form.

Suddenly you let out a soft, breathy moan of his name, causing him to release all over your face with a choked groan of his own. He smirked as he kneeled down next to you, tucking himself back into his pants, and admiring how much prettier you looked with his cum splattered across your sweet face. He takes his finger, running it through his release. Once he gathered some on his finger he gently pressed it into your slightly parted mouth.

He hoped that you would wake up with the taste of his essence still on your tongue. Dottore removed his shirt and used it to gently wipe the remaining cum off your face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, little one.”

—

You woke up the next day with a strange taste in your mouth. You swallow a few times to get rid of the foreign taste which doesn’t help. You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit on your bed, your knees pressed tightly to your chest. Flashes of the dream you had the night before flutter through your mind. Images of Dottore touching you even more than he did that day in the lab against the shelves. Images of him kissing your neck and down your body…

The dream felt so real, you swear you could almost feel the lingering touch of his soft lips and calloused hands on your body. You faintly remember when the dream changed to him entering your room, jerking his cock over your body as he came on your face. The strange taste in your mouth comes to mind but you brush it off. It was all just a dream… right?

You let the water from the shower run down your body as you feel yourself starting to overthink everything that had to do with Dottore. He was just your mentor. You had to keep it that way or you may risk him finally kicking you out and leaving you on your own. The thoughts made you realize just how much he consumed your life little by little. You were in too deep to let it all fall apart just because you were confused by your feelings. You needed him.

—

A few days had gone by. Things seemed to have gone back to how they always used to be between you and Dottore. You felt like maybe you were just crazy for thinking he saw you as something more than just his student. Little did you know that Dottore was planning even more deep in his twisted mind. His careful image and manipulation guided you exactly where he wanted you. Dependent. Needing him. For everything. He wanted your thoughts to be on him. Only him.

As time went on, you noticed the little lingering touches he gave you. The way he would press himself against you. How close he would get, just inches from your face with that sly smile on his own mostly hidden face. It was driving you insane. You were so confused. Did you want him as more than a mentor to your forbidden research? No. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

You sat across from Dottore, pushing the food around your plate with your chopsticks, caught up in your own thoughts. He studied you curiously, wanting to pry into your mind, “Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything. I’ll listen.” You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at him with a dazed expression, “What are we doing…” He tilts his head slightly at your words, “What do you mean by that? We are research partners. I am your mentor. Does that not satisfy you?” Your face heats up, “N-no.. I-I mean it does satisfy me. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to do all this-“

Before you could continue rambling he cuts you off, his palms pressed against the table as he leans over it. So close to you now… “Always so humble and sweet…” Dottore tucks a strand of your hair behind your hair and leans even closer, “Too bad I’m not satisfied.”

His words chill you to the bone. You’re frozen in place as he smirks, “Be mine. I can give you even more than what I give you now. After all… it’s only fair.. You owe me so much…” You push him away, quickly standing from your seat, “No.” He looks up at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes as a distorted smile creeps onto his face. He stands up, walking closer to you. Your heart is pounding, threatening to break free from the confines of your chest. “No?”, He laughs, but there is no humour in it. “You think you can tell me no?”

Dottore moves to caress your cheek, but you grip onto his wrist before he can. He huffs out a laugh, a crazed look in his eyes. He grabs both your wrists in one hand, pinning you to the wall, “You think you can stop me? You think I don’t know about the way you think about me? The sweet little dreams you have of me…” Your face pales. How did he know about the dreams…?

He now caresses your cheek with his free hand as if you were truly his lover all this time, “You’re easy to read, little one…” You try to squirm from his grasp only to make his smile grow wider, “You’re not going to leave me. Not now…” He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “Not ever.” He nips at your earlobe, pulling a gasp from your throat. You don’t want this. Maybe you do… Maybe he deserves it after all he’s done for you… No. No. Stop thinking like this. Suddenly you feel dizzy. Was it the way he had you pinned against the wall? How close he was? No. He had drugged your portion of the food. He smirks as your vision begins to fade to nothingness. “Mine.”

—

Your eyes slowly blink open. You move to stretch, only to find that your wrists have been cuffed to a metal bedpost. You look down and sigh in relief to see that you still had the clothes on that you had the night before. That was last night… right? Your heart jumps in your chest when Dottore appears in the room with a tray of food. “What’s going on? Please let me go, I promise I’ll do whatever you want”, you plead desperately. He just smiles and sets the tray down on the nightstand by the bed before sitting down on the bed. He reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, little one.”

A tear slips down your cheek as you turn from his gaze. He clicks his tongue as he gently wiped the tear away, “Now, now. There’s no need for tears. Haven’t I treated you so well? What is there to cry about?” His saccharine voice made your heart ache. You turn to face him again, looking at him with glassy eyes and bottom lip trembling. Dottore tilts his head as he studies your expression.

He admits to himself that the sight stirs something within him and the feeling was not sympathy. He reaches for the bowl of warm soup on the tray and scoops a small bit into the spoon and holds it to your lips, “Be careful now. It’s still a bit hot.” You look from the soup spoon to his eyes, then back down. You give in and part your lips slightly. Your obedience bringing a smile to his face as he feeds you the first spoonful, “Such a good girl.”

You sputter from the heat, the soup dribbles down your chin causing Dottore to click his tongue again in annoyance as he slams the bowl back down onto the tray, “What a waste.” His voice is sharp and it feels as though it cuts right through you. Before you can apologize and beg for another chance, he begins tearing open your shirt; buttons flying across the room. He cups one on your breasts as he looks into your frightened eyes, then he squeezes.

You can’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as a sick sense of pleasure washes over you. Dottore chuckles softly at your change in demeanor and begins pinching your pebbled nipple between his fingers, “See? You like it…” You shake your head in defiance but he quickly grabs your throat with his other hand, “Don’t try to deny it.” The hand toying with your breasts travels down to your thigh and one finger presses against your soaked panties.

Dottore smirks at you as he moves your panties to the side and presses down on your clit with his thumb, drawing a small whimper from you, “Your little cunt is so soaked, it’s just begging for me to claim it.” You can’t help the tears that slip down your cheeks. You feel so ashamed for enjoying his touch when you felt that you shouldn’t be. You feel like you’ve been used this whole time. Was his true goal to mentor you or did he just want your body…to make you his?

Dottore leans in and licks the tears from your cheek as he slips a finger into your wet cunt. A shiver racks your body from both actions, letting out a quiet moan. He begins pumping his finger in and out in a slow, torturous way as he watches your face twist in both pleasure and disgust. His voice is low and sultry as his hot breath tickles your face, “You’ve thought about me doing this to you before, haven’t you? What a sweet little student you are… Here I was trying to be your mentor and you were thinking filthy thoughts about me…” Dottore lets out a devious chuckle when he feels your walls clamp down on his finger.

“For someone who doesn’t want this, you seem to be enjoying yourself so far”, he teases. He adds a second finger and begins to pick up his pace; his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You try to hold back your moans but fail. It feels too good even though you’re trying so hard to hate it all. Dottore lets go of your throat and graos your chin, tilting your head slightly to the side. He licks a line up your neck then begins nibbling and sucking at your sensitive pulse point. He’s determined to leave his mark on your body to show you that you now belong to him and him alone.

The way his fingers pump in and out of you, his harsh kisses to your neck, and his thumb pressing and circling your clit bring you closer to orgasm, “G-gonna cum”, you mumble out as you moan. Dottore immediately stops what he’s doing, pulling his fingers away from your core and his lips away from your neck. More tears fall as you groan in dissatisfaction of having your orgasm completely ruined. He simply laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, “Oh I apologize~ Did I ruin your climax?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He was immensely satisfied by your reactions and the tears you continue to spill.

Dottore begins unbuttoning his own shirt as he stares down at you, “You cum when I say you can cum. Besides… You’re only allowed to cum on my cock.” His words alone make your eyes roll back and your walls clamp down around nothing. He discards his shirt and tugs his pants down just enough to free his long, girthy cock. He gives it a few pumps as you watch, completely mesmerized yet terrified at the same time. There was no way you could take his cock in your pussy.

Dottore smirks at your expression and leans down, positioning his cock to your entrance, “Don’t worry, my love~ I’ll make it fit.” You try to move away from him, but your handcuffed wrists and your position on the bed make it impossible. He leans forward, rubbing his aching cock against your soaked cunt, letting your arousal coat his length. You let out a small whine when the head of his dick catches against your clit, your hips move upwards on its own accord. Dottore raises an eyebrow under his mask as his lips curve up, “Oh? Looks like someone wants more.” He brings his lips to your ear and whispers, “Beg for it. Tell me you want my cock inside this pretty little pussy of yours.”

You feel your heart flutter, unsure if it’s from fear of what he’s asking you to do or if you truly wanted this. You shake your head slightly which angers him yet again. Dottore grips your jaw tightly, his lips inches from yours, “Say it.” You let out a broken cry and his grip tightens further, “P-please.. Put i-it in…” His demeanor shifts back to satisfaction, “Put what in~?” You let out a shaky breath, “Y-your c-cock.. Put your c-cock in my pussy, p-please.”

He releases your jaw and presses a kiss to your forehead, “There you go. That wasn’t so hard now was it~?” You sniffle and shake your head. Dottore caresses your cheek gently, “This might hurt.” Without another word, he pushes his thick length inside your tight walls. Your cry morphs into a moan when he hits that spongy spot inside you in just the right way. Tears spill down your cheeks yet again, the pain and pleasure of having him inside you was incredibly intense. Seeing your tears only turned him on even more.

Dottore begins thrusting deep and hard with reckless abandon. The way your gummy walls gripped his cock was intoxicating to him. He needed more. You struggle against your restraints, desperate to grab hold of him as he battered your insides. Heavy breaths mix with moans and grunts as you both begin to lose yourselves in this moment. You can’t deny the way his cock made you feel despite wanting to push him away in disgust. You were disgusted by him and even more disgusted by yourself for finding any ounce of pleasure from what was happening to you.

Dottore’s thrust start getting sloppy as he gets closer and closer to orgasm, “Cum with me. Cum on my cock.” His voice comes out ragged and breathy as sweat beads on his forehead. As much as you wish you could stop yourself, you find yourself coming undone all over his cock. Your walls clamp down on his length, milking his own orgasm as he spills his sticky seed in your pussy. Dottore’s cock throbs inside of you as you both ride out the intense orgasm.

“You’re mine now. You’re never going to leave me. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum each day you won’t ever be able to leave”, his dark words haunted you as he pulls his cock out of you and tucks himself back into his pants. He takes a moment to admire just how ruined you look and his lips curve into an uncharacteristically sweet smile, “Beautiful…” he mutters. Dottore gets up from the bed and opens the handcuffs. Your arms fall to your sides and you rub at the chaffed skin of your wrists. Dottore holds his hand out to you, “Come. Let’s clean you up.” You hesitantly take his hand and follow him on shaky legs to the bathroom where he takes his time bathing you and giving you such care it makes you dizzy.

—

Weeks have gone by since the first time he forced himself on you. Not a day went by where he didn’t repeat his actions, making sure to stuff you so full of cum that it leaked from your sore pussy. This day in particular, although your wrists were cuffed yet again, Dottore didn’t cuff you to the bed. After he took care of you, he left you in the room alone. It took you a few minutes to realize that you weren’t attached to the bed. You get up from the bed and quietly make your way to the open bedroom door, peeking your head out to see if you could see or hear him.

You let out a breath and begin making your way down the hall as quietly as you possibly can. You didn’t know what he would do to you if he found you out of your room. Soon your eyes fall to a door further away that seems to have sunlight pouring out from under it. Your eyes well with tears and you no longer care about being stealthy.

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a/n: honestly if you read this all the way through, i am sending a billion kisses to you through my phone. no i will not pay for your therapy, sorry

#dottore smut #genshin smut #dottore x reader smut #dottore x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore

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blitzyn · 6 months

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rookie mistake

dottore x m!reader

Request: Requests are open right? I hope so 🤞 Would I be able to ask for a sub!(male/amab)reader X dom!dottore? With some blackmail and coercion, preferably leaning towards dubious consent but I’m am a-ok with non-con elements, with a fatui/subordinate reader? If you could add in a small scene of him continuing while talking with someone outside the door that’s be awesome 😎 - Anonymous

Synopsis: You accidentally invade Dottore's office in search of intel.

a/n -> yall i know that i said i was on the fence about writing for genshin, but it was dottore and i love him plus i really liked this idea despite it having collected dust in my inbox for decades. whoever requested this: i love your mind and im so sorry it took me forever to decide to write this!! but just a reminder to whoever sees this, i will not be writing for fontaine unless stated otherwise!!

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> non-con, blackmail, coercion, blowjob, deepthroat, literally getting caught, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, standing doggy position, fatuus/infiltrator reader, guys he calls you a rat because you're a spy, not beta read

Your job was straightforward. But it was also one of the most grueling missions you've ever been assigned to.

With your status as an elite spy, you were tasked with infiltrating the Fatui as one of their ranks to gather information regarding the locations and purposes of specific forts to prevent potential attacks and keep the organization from acquiring knowledge valuable to their cause.

There was absolutely no room for error, lest you get caught and pay for that mistake with your life.

Fortunately enough, the mask everyone was required to wear (with the exception of the Harbingers) concealed your identity, allowing you to execute your orders with relative ease. Of course, it wasn't completely simple. You had to fight your way up the ranks in order to even get a hint of the plan from your superiors, which took years to even get recognized for your efforts.

Several times have you had to go against your moral compass. Several times, you doubted your abilities and questioned if you were even making a dent in the Fatui's plans. Although, when you heard a faint argument due to a lack of resources, you knew you were on the right track.

But one day, you noticed that an agent's office door was left unlocked. There was no one in the hallways, and not a soul knew that you had stolen an important document that recorded data for some valuable supply that you didn't care enough to read about.

Making sure you tucked the paper deep inside your coat pocket, you strained your ears to ensure you were alone before taking the risk and entering the isolated office. It looked like your standard room. Boring, silent, and strangely barren of many decorations. You took a moment to inspect the area before deciding to take a step forward when your blood suddenly ran cold.

"I don't use this office very often," a voice said from behind you. You just about jumped out of your skin, swiveling your head to the person behind you. It took you a moment to put a face to the name you'd heard so many times before, but when you did, you quickly regretted your decision to search for any additional information. "But even so, don't you think it's rude to invade someone's personal space?"

You froze, unable to find the right words. Nothing could explain why you were currently snooping around in an office that wasn't yours—much, much less when it belonged to the Second of the Eleven Harbingers.

You inwardly cursed your naive eagerness to do more than you were asked. Your years of experience as a spy should've kept you from making such a rookie mistake, and now all your work was going down the drain.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, fighting the urge to fidget at the overwhelming feeling of his gaze on you, analyzing your appearance. He broke the silence with a hum, neither intrigued nor entirely disappointed.

"I have heard others spread rumors of a mole within our ranks but thought nothing more of their words as an excuse for their inability to secure our resources," Dottore mused, raising a hand to his chin. "I assume that the mole is you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to reply. Your throat was dry, and your stomach twisted into knots. Not that he cared.

"I must applaud your efforts," he said, a slight smirk decorating his pale face. "Not many people evade our eyes so easily, and for as long as you have."

"But, a word of advice—" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a familiar device. He presented it to you, watching in amusement when you suddenly patted yourself down before looking back up towards him. It was the device you used to contact your organization. "—Make sure you clean up after yourself. It's impolite to leave your items lying around."

You don't remember dropping it or forgetting it somewhere. But that didn't matter anymore. You were stuck in the present with no way of getting out of this situation.

He flipped the device over, dully inspecting it as he continued talking. "After going through your data log, it wasn't hard figuring out what you were going for next. While this normally wouldn't spark any interest in me, this resource just so happens to be vital in my current experiment, and I can't have you tampering with my results."

He walked forward, stopping just a few feet in front of you. He was close enough for you to inhale his scent of sterile rubbing alcohol and metal. It made your nose burn as you watched him intently, tensing and fighting the urge to back away out of fear of angering him somehow. The document in your pocket felt unusually heavy.

"Although, I didn't expect such a seasoned spy like yourself to make such an amateur move," he hummed, ignoring your need for personal space to pull your mask off. And you were helpless against it all. "[Name] [L.Name], is it? Why don't you read the paper you have right now?"

That's when you knew you fucked up big time.

With a shaky hand, you reached into your coat pocket to pull out the report, unfolding it only to realize that it wasn't a report at all. It was a blank piece of paper. But you could've sworn there was writing on it when you grabbed it earlier!

He could see the confusion on your face clear as day as a laugh left his lips, tapping a rolled-up piece of parchment on the tip of your nose to regain your attention. "I believe this is what you're after." With a flick of his wrist, he unfurled the paper that contained everything you needed.

"What—" you gasped, briefly staring at your paper before looking back up.

"It's a shame you didn't think to check the ink before you took it," he said, faux disappointment laced in his voice before it reverted back to its normal tone just as fast. "The ink 'disappears' when subjected to anything higher than room temperature. When you put it in your pocket, your body heat, coupled with the insulation from your coat, affected the writing and turned it invisible."

Fuck.

He planned this out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a deep inhale to steel your nerves, even when it didn't do much to help you. "How... how long have you known?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Not long, really," Dottore casually replied, as if he didn't hold your entire life in the palm of his hand. "I caught you just in time."

"Now," he said with a voice that demanded your attention. Not that he needed to try, anyway. His very presence was almost impossible to ignore. "I'm willing to offer you two options. One, I hand this device over to one of my lovely agents and have them torture you for answers then promptly dispose of you. Or, two—" He waved the communicator in the air, taunting you. "—I have you make it up to me."

It was obvious which one you'd be more tempted to accept, but you knew that accepting an offer such as this from Dottore, of all people, was not a good idea. He knows he has you right where he wants you.

"The second one. I... I'll make it up to you." The words tasted like acid as you forced them out, watching a pleased smirk rise on his face.

"Good," he muttered mostly to himself. Leisurely, he turned around and walked towards the door, shutting it before refocusing back on you.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, placing his hands behind his back as he waited for you to move. He observed silently as you obeyed, staring at the floor in shame. "Crawl to me."

He sighed impatiently upon seeing the conflicted and perplexed expression on your face. "You want to be a rat so badly, don't you? So get down and crawl to me like one."

You were given no choice but to comply despite the absurdity of his request. Hanging your head, you inched forward as the cold, wooden floors painfully dug into your knees, stopping once the sight of his boots came into view. You held back a flinch when you heard the fabric of his clothes rustle as he leaned down to lift your head up by your hair, forcing you to your knees.

Instantly, your eyes zeroed in on the prominent bulge in Dottore's pants, making you painfully aware of what he wanted you to do next. With a suspiciously gentle tug, he brought you slightly closer to him. You could tell he was getting impatient.

"Well?" He questioned, a frown gracing his features. "You don't need instructions. Go on."

You glanced up at him with blatant disgust in your eyes before raising your hands to undo his pants and reveal his semi-hard cock. You suppressed a grimace as you held it in your hand, steeling your nerves just enough to be able to lick a stripe down the side. Flattening your tongue, you moved back up to take the tip in your mouth, letting your saliva slip past the corners of your lips to lubricate the rest of his dick.

You half-assed it all, not bothering to take it all the way down or, at the very least, use your tongue. However, Dottore caught on quick enough with an annoyed sigh. You supposed you shouldn't have been surprised when he tangled his fingers into your hair and shoved you down, but you were caught off guard either way.

You were embarrassed to hear a loud gag sound from you, choking and sputtering on his cock whenever the tip of it slid down your throat. You dug your nails into his thighs when he suddenly shifted and pressed the sole of his boot onto your dick, letting out a muffled cry that only served to please him. He made no move to rub it against you, simply keeping it firmly on your crotch—to keep you in line, you assumed.

You squirmed, internally cringing at the feeling of your drool seeping out the corners of your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut, you tried to focus on your breathing. In and out, in and out, in and—

"Don't look away," he said, refusing to give you a moment of respite, shoving his cock all the way inside your mouth, harshly tugging on your hair at the same time. He fucked your face, ignoring your sounds of protest as he battered your throat. He laughed at your struggle, entertained with the way your tears gathered at your lash line.

"Awh, is this too much for you?" He taunted, shifting his hand to the back of your head to push you down to the base. He sighed contentedly at the feeling of your throat tightening and spasming around him, gently rocking his hips. "You should've thought that through before you accepted the job."

With a painful tug, he pulled you off of his cock. A trail of saliva connected you to him, which you quickly broke when you turned your head to cough into your elbow. He ordered you to get up, unwilling to wait a second before he hauled you up by your arm impatiently. He effortlessly moved your body, pressing your cheek against the wooden door as he pushed on your back, forcing it to arch.

Deeming your position acceptable, he tucked his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants to yank them down to your knees. Your breath hitched at the sudden change in temperature, refusing to lean back and seek any warmth from Dottore.

With one hand on your hip, the other strayed toward your ass, spreading it to inspect your hole. It took effort to keep yourself from fidgeting under his gaze, and you opened your mouth in a daring attempt to get him to hurry up when he suddenly spat on your hole, shoving two fingers inside soon after.

You let out a grunt, clawing at the door he had you lean against. It was an uncomfortably foreign sensation but you were in no position to struggle. A burning sensation emanated from your hole as his fingers forced their way inside, wasting no time to move in a scissoring motion. They brushed against a spot that sent sparks up your spine every so often, taunting you wordlessly.

"You're enjoying this," Dottore said, not as a question or comment, but as a statement. And the worst thing was, he was right. No matter how much your mind made you hate it, your body told a different tale.

You let out a displeased sigh, pressing your forehead against the cold door, not daring to make your words known. Not that he minded. He enjoyed forcing your reactions out of you just as much as having them given to him without a fight.

He made it known with a jab to your prostate, sending a shock up and down your spine so suddenly it nearly made your knees buckle. That was all he gave you before abruptly pulling away, leaving you uncomfortably empty until the quiet ptuh! sound of him spitting on his cock filled your ears.

Fuck. This was actually happening. And you had no way out.

In a last ditch effort to maintain your dignity, you tried to push yourself off of the door but was quickly pressed—borderline slammed—back down with a hand to the back of your neck.

"I don't think you'll enjoy the alternative," he said, the undertones of irritation and impatience evident in his voice. He squeezed the sides of your neck hard enough to ensure your compliance, nearly scowling when you shifted in place. "So be still and behave like a good little thing."

Without missing a beat, he lined the tip of his cock up against your slick asshole and pushed his way inside, forcing a strained cry from your throat. He made sure it hurt, purposefully moving slowly to make you feel every inch and vein.

You whimpered, trying to breathe and calm yourself down. The stretch fucking hurt and you instinctively shifted your hips forward in a futile attempt to ease the pain when Dottore held your hips to yank you back, shoving the last few inches inside you.

You let out a strangled groan, biting your lower lip to stifle your noises as searing pain tore through you. You breathed heavily through your nose, feeling the weight of disgust settle in your chest when you heard him sigh in satisfaction at how tight you were. You winced when he pulled out slowly, only for him to slam back inside with a loud slap.

You jolted, just about ramming your head against the door in surprise. You grit your teeth and pressed a hand against it as the wood audibly creaked and groaned under your weight when he began to move. You tensed upon hearing faint voices beyond the door, peering back over your shoulder in a pathetic attempt to get him to stop.

"W—Wait," you muttered, breath hitching. "There's someone outside...!"

"Then I suppose you're just going to have to be quiet," he replied with an upward quirk to his lips before angling himself in a way that made his cock press up against you just right. You were disgusted to feel heat beginning to pool in your gut, forcing moans past your lips no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You covered your mouth with a hand as you listened to the noises approach. Dottore was (somewhat) merciful enough to press his pelvis against your ass, though that didn't stop him from rocking his hips to cruelly grind his cock into your prostate.

"Dottore?" It took you a moment to process the voice as electricity shot up and down your spine, trying your damn best to stifle your whimpers. "Are you in there?"

It's Pantalone, you recognize.

"Yes. Is there something you need from me?" Dottore replied, shifting his hold on you to start shallowly thrusting. You squeezed your eyes shut, listening to the painfully loud squelching.

"Not at the moment. I thought I heard something... else," Pantalone hummed with a knowing tone, sending a wave of mortification through your body.

"Then if that is all, I'd prefer it if you left," Dottore said, his amusement clear as day in his voice. He didn't even try to hide it as he gave you a punishing thrust, the resounding slap mixing in with your moan as it echoed off the walls. "I'm busy."

A laugh came from behind the door. "Very well. I'll leave you to it."

Dottore refused to wait for him to leave when he started again, this time fucking you so hard you were convinced there'd be a bruise. His fingers dug into your skin, yanking you back in time with his thrusts.

Your legs shook and you bit your lip until you bled, but it hardly did a thing to silence you.

"Look at you," Dottore mused, reaching around to hold your aching cock in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before jerking off the top half, focusing on the tip. "You were never meant to be a spy. You'd be so much better off as my little pet, wouldn't you agree?"

You let out a loud moan, instinctively looking down. You didn't even realize you were so hard, but as you watched the head of your cock drool precum onto the ground, everything felt twice as intense.

"N—No!" You choked out, clawing desperately at the creaking door. "I'll never—I'll never be your pet!"

"No?" Dottore laughed, sounding so unbothered it sent a spike of fear through you, reminding you of just how fucked you were. Swiftly, he swiped his fingers over the tip of your cock before bringing his hand up to push them into your mouth, making you taste your precum. With the palm of his hand, he pressed it against your chin to force your head back.

You let out a groan, feeling the strain on your upper back and neck as you stared at him with fear and disgust.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," he reminded, pulling out the communicator with his other hand. He slightly shook it, taunting you. "Don't you remember that actions have consequences?"

He pocketed the device as he slid his hand away from your mouth to bring it to the back of your neck, holding it tightly as he harshly pressed you against the cold wood. The side of your face ached, but, much to your horror, the pain only went straight to your cock.

"So just stand there and enjoy it," he said with a groan, his dick pulsing rhythmically as he savored the sensation of your walls clamping tightly around him. "Don't fight how much you like this."

"I don-" Just then, he rammed his cock into your prostate over and over, reducing you into a babbling mess that only proved his point.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, ashamed that you loved the feeling of him so deep inside you, but you hated that it was him fucking you. You could feel the heat in your stomach intensify with each harsh thrust, feel the way your balls tightened in a way you knew you couldn't stop.

"Please..." you whimpered, weak against the wet slapping sounds that filled the office. "I don't want to...!"

You came with a whorish moan, arching your back as your cock spilled cum onto the floor. You could hear the sound of Dottore's laugh through the haze of your orgasm as sparks coursed through your veins, knees nearly buckling.

"Yes you do," he groaned, voice slightly strained. You could faintly hear his labored breathing the closer he got to his own orgasm, noticing the way his movements grew sloppier and weaker. He reached around again, jerking you off despite the lurking overstimulation.

You tightened, sending him right over the edge as he slammed his cock inside you a final time, pressing himself flush against your ass as he came. It was uncomfortably warm as he throbbed in time with each spurt, savoring the way you practically tried to milk him dry.

But he didn't let it last long as he pulled out with a satisfied sigh, enjoying the sight of you, shaky and vulnerable, before him. He graciously gave you a moment before commanding you to fix yourself, stepping back to adjust his own appearance.

"Now," he said, sternly, like he didn't just fuck you within a damn inch of your life. "Why don't you send a message to your organization stating that you're not going back."

He handed you the communicator with a smug smirk, relishing in your distress. Taking in a deep breath to steel your nerves, you accepted the device, reluctantly typing in a message before returning it back to him with regret written on your face.

"Oh, don't look so upset," he pouted, pocketing the device. You weren't sure when you'd see it again. "It'll be easier for you if you cooperate."

He made his way past you, opening the door, sending shivers down your spine at the sudden chill. "But right now, you have a lot of work to do."

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Could I request reader who always spends time with dottore’s segments and not Dottore himself so he gets jealous and punishes the reader nsfw please 🤭

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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✦𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃: Il Dottore; Fem! Reader

✦𝐓𝐖: NSFW; Absolutely downright filthy smut bc it's our favourite doctor. Breeding, CNC if you squint. Reader being a brat and ignoring Dottore.

✦𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This is such a brainrot.. Thank you for requesting anon 😇

✦𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: 2nd November 2023

✦𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: (◉⁠‿⁠◉)

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At first it was his fault, Dottore was a man of science, a rather busy one at that so he didn't spend much time with you personally.

He didn't mind how you spent your time with his segments, after all you wanted some attention so if it wasn't from him directly then his clones would do, right?

However over time he noticed that you continued to spend time with them even if he wasn't busy.

That's exactly when he began to feel possessive over you, watching how you lingered around the segments, leaning into them, laughing with them and treating them as if you weren't in a relationship with him.

He began to to notice his own irritability rather quickly, he was a man that prided himself in his ability to stay calm and collected even in the worst situations.

However his imposing stature began to crumble little by little, chipping away and disintegrating into nothing but dust as he continued to watch you from afar.

And that's exactly how you found yourself in this situation.

✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦✧✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧

"Dottore- What's gotten into you?" You asked, almost as if you didn't know what you were doing to him by ignoring him.

His hands had a bruising grip on your hips, tugging on the soft flesh as he drilled into your sopping wet entrance.

"What's gotten into me?" He would ask, calmly despite what he was doing to you right now, as if the way he slammed his hipbones into the plush of your ass was not getting him even slightly breathless.

"What's gotten into you? You're the one trading me for some cheap copies, isn't that right beloved?"

Your were bent over his adjustable height desk, one that he often used for various experiments and always had some sort of chemical bubbling in the delicate glass bottles.. but the desk was cleared of any chemicals, only scattered paperwork decorating it as well as your body that was pressed down onto it. Your feet couldn't even reach the ground especially when his hands kept pulling your lower back upwards, creating more of an angle to your already arched back.

Your own shoes stepped on his ones, standing on your tippy toes so you had at least some resemblance of support while he rendered you senseless.

"You got- oh god- did you get jealous?" You tried to mock him even now, a victorious smirk tugging on your lips before his one hand firmly pressed your head back down onto the desk.

"You're gonna talk back now? Is that it?" His tone was condescending, cold almost without even an ounce of the usual teasing lilt that he had in his voice. He was dead serious and he was pissed off by your shenanigans.

He's been going on for at least fifteen minutes by now, the rhythm of his hips showing no mercy even if you begged for it and sobbed for it. You fucked up, you knew that much to not do that again.

"'umming- cumming!" You squeaked out as your walls spasmed around him, gripping him like a vice before eventually he was fucking you through the orgasmic wave. Soon after he too managed to climax, filling you up to the brim.

There was no need to fuss over him cumming inside, he'd figure out something for you tomorrow, a pill that wouldn't let you get actually knocked up by him. He was a man of science after all.

His hands let go of you, watching in delight at how you nearly slid down from the desk from how weak you felt. If not for his hips that were firmly pressed up against you, you would have fell to the cold floor of the laboratory.

And just as you thought that your punishment was over he leaned in and whispered.

"Fuck around and find out, isn't that what they say?"

You were definitely not walking in the foreseeable future.

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play god

cws // NSFW, SMUT, IF THIS ISN’T YOUR CUP OF TEA THEN LOOK AWAY MUTUALS I’M EMBARRASSED, leashes, blindfolding (?) but it’s dottore’s mask, 3rd person POV, femme reader.

THIS IS A REUPLOAD FROM MY MAIN BLOG, WHICH IS SHADOWBANNED. ao3 below!

╰┈➤ dottore x reader: for the record, i’m aroace.

𖤐 slowly, he drags her forward inch-by-inch, forcing her to scramble on her hands and knees lest she loses her balance and tips over. embarrassment burns at her face, battled by the chill of the room— she swallows back a cutting remark before it escapes her throat and opts instead for a sarcastic smile, faux-sweetness poisoning her words.

“how very charming. i see now why you’re so greatly loved.”

“not at all, darling,” dottore grins wider, more manic, “but i know you do.”

the floor is cold under her as she kneels, head craned upwards to glare at him.

behind the beaklike mask, dottore smirks. it shields his gaze as red eyes traverse every flicker of her expression. he watches as her hand rises to fidget with something at her neck, her eyes following a path that ends at his own hand.

silence.

he waits.

she sinks back to sit on her ankles, knees starting to grow numb and uncomfortable— but he prevents it when he tugs , her entire body lurching forward indignantly under the sudden movement. his grin only widens, teasing as his head tilts to regard her.

something to say?

“…i know that you wanted to try new things out,” she finally sighs, cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment, “but was the leash really necessary?”

the doctor looms over her, watching as she swallows, nervous. her throat bobs beneath the leather, a pale, pretty thing. briefly, he thinks about slotting his fingers around it and squeezing.

“it’s fun , no?”

“humiliating, more like,” she murmurs. “what did you want me to do, even. crawl to you? sit up and beg?”

“oho, now you’re giving me ideas,” dottore giggles and she raises a brow, trepidation the faint shadow that veils the twist of her mouth. he takes a slow step back, and normally this would be salvation— only, the leash follows his movement, and the leather strap slowly grows taut, tugging at her.

he seats himself down on the sofa, and her glare intensifies when she finds herself being pulled towards him slightly, defiance making her spine grow rigid and obstinate. dottore pats his thigh as he sprawls, a condescending little motion that makes her blood boil. “go on,” he mocks. “it’s like you said. crawl to me.”

“...”

she can’t see his eyes, but she feels the stare on her practically intensify, searing in the silence. “ no? ”

she presses her lips shut, refusing to say a word— and then he yanks so harshly that she falls forward, hands cushioning her fall before she can tumble face-first into the floor. something like a surprised half-wheeze wrenches itself from a constricting throat, and she bites back curses before she can spit them out.

slowly, he drags her forward inch-by-inch, forcing her to scramble on her hands and knees lest she loses her balance and tips over. embarrassment burns at her face, battled by the chill of the room— she swallows back a cutting remark before it escapes her throat and opts instead for a sarcastic smile, faux-sweetness poisoning her words.

“how very charming. i see now why you’re so greatly loved.”

“not at all, darling,” dottore grins wider, more manic, “but i know you do.”

his remark is met by silence and another tug on the leash, more insistent this time, pulling her forward another few inches. this time, when he finally ceases, she’s positioned between his legs, neck beginning to ache in earnest. a pause hovers in the air between them, and the doctor lapses into thoughtfulness before leather-clad fingers graze her chin, holding her in place.

“stand up,” he intones.

she flashes him a startled little glance, defiance glittering in her eyes.

“you wear your emotions so openly on your face it’s adorable, my dear,” his voice drops, “now stand. ”

to her dismay, when she rises, her knees threaten to collapse from beneath her, stiff from disuse. a moment passes as she wobbles unsteadily, and she thinks she hears him snicker under his breath at her internal struggle. “you’re into some fucked-up things, doctor.”

he laughs, low and raspy, and the sound makes heat bloom against her skin in the wake of it. “you entertain my whims regardless. something tells me you’re not as against the idea as you try to seem.” a hand reaches up, experienced fingers working to remove his mask— within mere moments, a scarred face makes itself known before her and garnet eyes hold her captive.

she’s the one looking down at him now, but something in his piercing gaze has her helplessly pinned in place as a thrill shudders down her spine. the leash dangles uselessly as he places his free hand on her waist, an immovable pressure coaxing her nearer and nearer— though she may hold the higher vantage point, it all boils down to a mere illusion of power, toppled easily by the fingers at her hip.

“cat got your tongue?” he taunts. “i don’t bite.”

his fingers flex, malicious, and she’s knocked off-balance in an instant. by instinct, she reaches out to steady herself— seeking a grip, a saving grace, anything— and she lands wide-eyed on his lap, hands braced against his chest.

without missing a beat, he rearranges her so that she ends up straddling him, legs bracketing his own and hips pressed right into his. at this, her composure cracks, a sharp exhale of air serving as the dead giveaway to her rattled nerves.

“though i could, if you’re this eager.”

sharp teeth gleam, that razorblade edge the last thing she sees before darkness envelopes her vision, a cool touch like metal curving over her skin chased by the warmth of his hand. it takes her a moment to adjust as he slots his mask over her eyes, heightening her other senses all while he mutes one.

“most people just opt for a blindfold,” she snarks.

“i like the way my things look on you,” he remarks flippantly, and she stoically ignores how her cheeks warm.

from where she sits astride him, she can feel him pressing up into her through the layers of fabric that divide them both. a reminder of the current situation at hand— though not an entirely unpleasant one, if she dares to be honest. dottore shifts his hips up teasingly, and her entire spine stiffens, biting down something that sounds suspiciously like a moan.

with her sight dulled, her awareness of everything else increases tenfold. the jolt of excitement that skitters over her nerves leaves her near-breathless, and it sounds out in her voice as she speaks, tone airier than usual.

“s-surely you can’t toy with me forever. you grow predictable, lord harbinger.”

he notices, of course, the leather dangling from her neck picked up once more as he plays with it, twisting it between his fingers. though she’s unable to pinpoint his exact intention, the eyes that she feels boring into her are enough of an insinuation to enlighten her.

finally, the leash grows taut again as she’s pulled down, her face angled blindly towards his. she can’t help but allow her body to relax, melting against him when hot breath ghosts her lips and sends her head spinning.

“do you recall,” he hums dangerously, “what happened to the last person who talked back to me?”

she licks her lips, suddenly nervous. “i do.”

“and the one before them?”

the echo of a bloodstained memory flickers red-hot through her mind. “yes.”

has she crossed the line? surely this is the extent of it for her. even with her, the doctor’s patience is a finicky thing.

“ terrible things happen to those who oppose me,” he comments patronizingly, and the hand on her waist slides up her back, halting at the back of her neck and pressing her down even more. it’s as if her senses submerge themselves in syrup, dazed in her unseeing stupor— he’s irresistible even when menacing, a whisper of fear drowned out by desire.

“but you…”

his lips graze hers and she whimpers, body awash in heat as he purrs, “i quite enjoy your defiance. i wonder why, darling.”

a harsh tug on the leash pulls her into a downward spiral, closing the gap as dottore finally kisses her.

he grins against her mouth, sharp teeth nibbling at her lower lip before he bites , chuckling when she yelps at the taste of metal blooming across her tongue. in the blindness imposed upon her, she's weightless, the only grounding force presenting itself in his body beneath her and his hands on her skin.

she makes a sound of complaint, his hand sliding up to her hair and idling with the strands. “shh,” dottore coos. “sweet girl, just relax .”

“let me see you,” she murmurs, placing her hands on his shoulders as she pushes herself up a little higher, looking sightlessly down at him.

“have patience.”

“ please ,” she repeats stubbornly, “let me see you.” precariously, she balances her weight on one hand, the other rising as she feels around his mask, trying to unfasten it from her face.

dottore hisses in irritation and her hands are ensnared in a flash, leather-clad fingers squeezing the bones of her wrists so tightly that she whimpers in pain.

he wrestles her arms behind her back and holds her like that for a moment. “i don't like repeating myself twice,” he purrs, low and raspy. heat rushes through her so fast that she trembles for a second, a delicious shiver racing up her spine.

dottore leans forward, pressing their bodies together face-to-face. she jerks her arms instinctively, trying to put space between them— his hold remains unmoving, tightening on her until she's arching in his lap, head tipping up slightly.

“lord harbinger, i— mhhf?! ”

he pauses in his ministrations for a moment, lips pressed against the smooth skin of her neck before his teeth sink in harshly. she twitches, accidentally grinding down on him. another gasp spills from her lungs at the pleasure-pain.

dottore smirks. “hmm?”

he bites into the fingertip of a glove and pulls it off, doing the same to the other as he recollects her wrists in a one-handed grasp, leaving her at his mercy.

“i, oh ,” she stifles a cry when cool fingers wander under the fabric clothing her torso. again, she strains against him— to look upon her tormentor, to touch — and again, he denies her, grasp unflinching and lips travelling down and down as she trembles.

dottore unbuttons her shirt, her chest heaving roughly as he laughs, unbridled glee taking on the sound of something darker. the shirt falls open, revealing an expanse of skin beneath that he slides his palm over briefly, the touch burning like wildfire on her oversensitive nerves.

his hand pauses at the waistband of her underwear, fingers hooking into it teasingly. her breathing stutters.

her arms loosen from their position, falling limp at her sides. distantly, she hears the clink of a belt being unbuckled.

“place your hands on my shoulders.”

instantly, she obeys, fingers digging tersely into the fabric of his shirt. the sound of cloth tearing greets her ears as he rips her underwear off in one smooth motion, baring her completely to him. he grinds her down on his lap without penetrating her, slickness coating him easily as she chokes on a whine. “y-you—!”

in the next moment, the mask finally falls from her face, allowing her to bear witness to the condescending smile on his countenance, wicked as he mocks. “m-me?”

scarlet eyes glitter hungrily and he rocks his hips up before she can respond, making her gasp. “you're so��unfair ,” she moans, her grasp on his shoulders tightening.

“unfair?” he pulls her in by the leash, piercing gaze boring into hers. “you were the one who wanted to see me as i toyed with you. haven't i been nothing but just ?”

a momentary silence is interrupted by an impatient yank on the leash. dottore's smile sharpens. “shouldn't you thank me? go on, doll , ride me. worship me with your body.”

she holds eye contact for a long, drawn-out moment, and perhaps it's the heat simmering in those scarlet optics that drives her next move— the recognition of her own want mirrored in his gaze and the knowledge of his own desire for her that sparks the dredges of defiance once more.

so she tangles her fingers in his hair and tugs , heedless of the hiss that spills from gritted teeth when she meets resistance. “no,” she mutters, challenge the edge that lines her reply. “i don't worship you. i never will.”

a soft laugh greets her in response, and teeth scrape along her neck. she swallows the whimper that threatens to escape her, and her eyes slide shut.

“say that again,” dottore hisses.

she twitches as his voice skitters over heated skin, lips a prayer at her throat— and forces herself into stillness. “tell me again that you don't worship me.” the drag of teeth slides razor-sharp, enough to make her choke on a breath, and she feels his lips curve against her in a wicked smile, a stark contrast painted against his false patience.

“i don't.”

fingers trap her chin, squeezing her face harshly.

“you will.”

and god , she's loath to admit it, but when he claims her mouth again, all cruelty and teeth— when her blood stains his lips in a blasphemous kiss— she will not admit it — but it's his name and no other that she gasps out.

and he doesn't let her go, drunk on her as if she's the last breath he'll ever take. her lashes flutter hazily and she catches glimpses of a blood-red stare between blinks, even as her oxygen dwindles and the fervour between them rises.

“lord harbinger,” she tries to say, cut off by his tongue when he licks into her mouth, hot and overwhelming. “lord harbinger!”

she tugs at his hair, begging for a lungful of oxygen— but the groan he exhales into her mouth tells tale of the opposite effect intended and he pulls her even closer to him, a pleased rumble spreading into his chest.

“sir— dottore!”

desperately, she yanks harder at his hair, finally wrenching his head back and cutting the kiss off. she inhales, breath rising and falling as she stares at him, wide-eyed and lips swollen.

the doctor, on the other hand, looks smug, the fingers at her chin adjusting. he presses a thumb into her mouth, keeping it open. “ooh , did i get too carried away?”

“ yes ,” she gasps, forgetting to sound irritated.

something sly sparks in his gaze as she eyes him down. dottore cants his hips before she can react, sliding completely into her within the next moment. he fills her so completely it's sinful , the stretch making her jaw slacken and arousal pool in her core.

“y-you bastard ,” she stutters, helplessly squirming on him.

dottore cackles at her expression. “caught your breath yet?”

“no, wait— aah ,” she whimpers as he shifts, setting her nerves on fire again.

the fingers in her mouth prod harder, pressing down on her tongue. “oh, that's right,” dottore remarks casually, ignoring her, “what was that you said earlier?”

her response comes out garbled. “that i'd never worship you.”

“no, not that, darling.” he hums, feigning thoughtfulness, “ aha , i've got it. if i recall correctly…”

the realization dawns on her when he snaps his fingers.

“you called me sir . i quite liked that, see,” he explains. “do you think you could do that again?”

she blinks stubbornly. “dream on.”

“ aww , i promise you'd like it,” he singsongs. his hands fall to her hips, caressing the soft skin.

“i will not, lord harbinger. ”

she's not sure what the devil himself looks like, but this must be it— his grin shifts from charming to sly, manic as he lifts her up and slams her down on him, surging forward to swallow down the cry that forces its way from her lips.

he breaks the kiss and fucks up into her, watching as her eyes flutter and her lips part in pleasure.

“darling, we'll just have to find out, won't we?”

-end-

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luxxid · 1 year

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who’d u reckon would have the biggest size kink 👀

his eyes were cinched on you; the perception of you struggling to indulge this girth was always a delightful one, well to him at least. the way your hole squeezed his large cock so naively but pleasingly was one of the things he was addicted to. you looked so small compared to him, especially with his arms caged around you like a small bunny caged in an enclosure. he enthused the scene very much, his hand brushed across the pretty, glistening tears that flooded down from your tear line. his right hand held your hips up, his cock snuggled deeply into your warm walls while you kept struggling to adjust to his enormous length.

"come on slut, take it all." he spat out, his timbre sounded cold, but as long as you knew him, he was only eager for him to see your contorted face after he pushed his entire width into you. you knew he was only playing nice for now. in a matter of seconds, his whole demeanor could take a drastic 360°.

his left hand held your chin up, pulling you in closer to him as he passionately kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth with great vigor and enthusiasm. his quiet moans of pleasure reverberated through your body as you felt his hard member rubbing against your inner walls, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. He kept thrusting his tip in and out of you, his thrusts growing harder and faster as his orgasm began to build up inside of him.

his hands were gripping your hips tightly, as he drove into you, thrust after thrust. his breath was hot on your neck and you could feel the sweat dripping off his forehead as he leaned into you, grunting and panting with each thrust. you let out an eliciting moan as he pushed himself further and further into you, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

When he scowled down at you, you knew something was wrong with him. before you could even whimper as a response, the searing ache of his cock plunging into you was perceived as streams of tears poured out of your tear ducts subconsciously. The pain was searing, but the way he continued slamming into your ardor was so fruitful. he kept pushing into you harder and harder, his hands gripping your hips finding closure as he moved faster and faster. You could feel your pleasure rising as he went, and soon you were screaming out your pleasure with each thrust. His cold lips were pressed against your neck as he kept going, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to the verge of jubilation.

he muttered incoherent voices into your neck while you and he came, coincidentally together. the streams of white semen spread through the sheets beneath you and him. his cock was covered with the milky substance. you could feel him grinning into your neck, unlike him, you were tired. your eyes started to droop as your mouth was agape.

his hands traveled deeper down your body, caressing and exploring. his lips found yours as his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting and teasing. his brisk body pressed against the warmth of yours, and his hips rocked against you, pushing himself deeper and deeper. you moaned into his mouth as his thrusts grew harder and faster, and you let out a loud cry as you felt yourself reach the peak of pleasure. you collapsed into his arms, exhausted and satisfied.

⚜ ITTO, DOTTORE, PIERRO, ZHONGLI, KAEYA, DILUC ⚜

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xreaderanonaccount · 5 months

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Let him see (Dottore x F!Reader)

Synopsis: Dottore wanted some revenge on the 9th fatui harbinger. And what better way than fucking you on his office table when he's not there.

Not Beta Read

Pairings: Dottore x F!Reader, Pantalone x reader (minor role)

RATING EXPLICIT MINORS DNI

Tags: Office sex, p in v, AFAB Reader, biting, overstim. degradtion, semi-public, almost caught

A/N: This could be a part two to Punishment, but can be standalone.

Divider credits: cafekitsune

“D-dottore, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.” Your cries fell on deaf ears, the cold wooden table bites your skin as the sinful sound of slapping from behind you fills the empty office. Your moans fall out of your lips with no restraint. Dottore ruthlessly pounds into your sopping hole. Biting roughly down on your shoulders drawing blood out of your shoulders. His hands bruising your hips. Sprawled across the wooden desk you spot multiple different types of banking statements and letters written from all across Teyvat. The name of the receiver repeating over and over again, Pantalone. Now you remember where you were, Dottore is fucking living guts out of you in Pantalone’s office. The thought made you clench around Dottore who groaned in response.

“You are such a whore aren’t you my pet?” Dottore muttered into your ear, his hand snaking around your neck holding your head up. Making you stare at the closed office door.

“You want him to come in and see, don't you?” He huffed, “Don’t deny my pet, your walls are practically choking my dick right now.” You tried your best to muffle your moans, but to no avail. Dottore always saw you hiding yourself as a challenge. His pace fastened to almost animalistic speeds. The force so strong Pantalone’s desk scraped against the cold marble floors.

“Please!” You yelled holding onto anything, anything to find balance. Crumbling up some of Pantalone’s paperwork. You can’t help it, Dottore would not let up. The knot in your stomach coiled more and more till you couldn’t hold it anymore. The snap felt so blissful as Dottore fucked you through your high. Catching his own high himself, you felt his semen filling you up and trickling down your legs. You couldn’t help yourself but to turn yourself the best you can to capture Dottore scarred lips. Dottore smirked as he hungrily accepted your kiss, keeping himself buried in you. Beats of moments went by before Dottore pulled out, leaving you panting on Pantalone’s desk. Dottore couldn’t help but smile as he ran his finger up your thigh, scooping up his dripping cum back into your filled pussy. You gasped at the feeling shuddering as you felt his fingers pumping in and out of your overstimulated cunt.

“Come now pet we must leave before he returns.” Dottore sneered at the mere mention of Pantalone’s name. You tried to follow him but your knees gave out as you knees fall onto the cold marble floor. Dottore looked back and only gave a sadistic smile.

“Oh don’t you look adorable that way.” And he left.

That asshole…ish, Omega strolled right in smiling at you as Dottore left the office.

“Thanks, Omega.” You huffed as he wrapped you with Dottore’s harbinger cloak, carrying you bridal style.

“Hmph, only following orders.”

“Lord Regrator, Lord Dottore was here earlier and left a letter.” One of his many attendants told him, handing him a letter with Dottore’s seal stamped on. Pantalone dismissed the attendant, stopping right before his door. He stared at the letter, he noticed on the corner a red lip stain on the bottom. He thought nothing of it till he walked inside his office. The crumbled Dottore’s letter, as he felt his jaw tick. His office is in complete disarray. Papers crumbled, desks shoved away, and his favorite ink knocked down. Pantalone took a deep breath as he summoned some attendants to fix his office. He stepped aside, letting the attendants do the work. Readjusting his glasses he opened the crumbled letter. But the paper was blank. Confused, he turned the paper around, spotting only one sentence in the middle of the paper. “I hope you do enjoy the gift I left behind.” With the smell of your favorite perfume lingering on the letter. Pantalone crumpled the paper and threw it to the nearest attendants. How dare the doctor disrespect him in his own office. Especially with you agreeing with this.

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IVYYYY!! I SAW THIS NURSE SCARA AND DOCTOR DOTTORE FANART ON TWT A COUPLE MONTHS AGO AND I CANT FIND IT ANYMORE :sobs:

but like imagine going to a hospital and finding out both of em were assigned to help you feel better and they do that by fucking you…

hehehe I follow that artist so I know exactly what you're taking about! there's this one with dottore, this one where he steps on you, and a new one from a different artist

[cw: nurse! scaramouche x sub gn reader x doctor! dottore, medical malpractice, questionable actions, injections, aphrodisiacs, threesome, everything is consensual!]

tags: @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @fluffyganyu, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril

Okay sooo I really like the trope of a reader with a weak immune system so imagine that no hospital is able to help you for so long and then you're admitted to this hospital. The doctor you have been assigned to is claimed to be the best doctor in the country. You remember the first time you met him.

You're sick and tired from moving from hospital to hospital. But then you see this man — a crow-like mask covering his eyes and blue hair combed in a neat yet messy way — striding in your room while a petite man in a white and purple nurse's outfit follows him. You recognise that man as that ill-tempered nurse that has been watching over you from afar. You have mixed feelings about being in his care. As the nurse informs the doctor about your condition, the doctor flashes you a toothy smirk before taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it.

"What a poor little thing. Don't worry, from now on, you're in good hands."

Somehow the way he says it is very ominous...

Surprisingly, he rumors were true. With the doctor's specialised treatment, your condition has improved drastically. The doctor — he tells you to call him Dottore — says you can even be discharged in a few months time. It's truly a miracle but somehow...the thought of you leaving this place without seeing your nurse and doctor again arises a little pang in your chest.

Nurse Scaramouche is definitely as ill-tempered as they say. He brings you your meals with a scowl, glares at you from afar and it's like the only reason he sticks by you is to insult you for hours. One time when Dottore was giving you your medicine, you brought up the idea of changing your nurse.

"Is that so? On the contrary, I think he's rather fond of you."

"What makes you say that, Doctor?"

"He never puts this much effort to care for any of his patients. You're the first. I'd say that you...interest him."

That guy? Interested in you? You couldn't possibly picture that. But then slowly, you do realise the subtle details. From the way Nurse Scara would glare at other nurses that touched you or whispered behind your back, to the way he would 'reluctantly' comfort you when you felt miserable for being too weak to do the most menial of tasks, it's through these things that make you grow an appreciation for him.

Soon enough, you realise you're enamoured with both of them, and their feelings are mutual.

It's then when the 'treatment' becomes...promiscuous. It starts off with Dottore putting his palm on your thigh for too long, stroking it up and down way too close to your nether region or even placing his stethoscope on your chest for too long as he roams his palm around your chest for a heartbeat. Then it turns to Scara fingering/stroking you in the middle of the night when you can't sleep while you whimper for more.

This weird predicament feels so odd. Almost wrong. But you're aware they both know you want them. And when they touch you, you crave for more, you need more. It just feels so right.

One night, Dottore and Scara comes into your room with a little reward for putting up with all those exhausting treatments: a syringe filled with bright pink liquid. You recognise it since Scaramouche showed and explained to you various types of medicine to lull you to sleep after a nightmare.

"I'm scared of shots."

Dottore's chest rumbles as he chuckles. "That's fine. Scaramouche has ways of calming you down. Take off your pants and we'll do the rest."

With shaking hands, you remove your pants and sit on Dottore's lap. Immediately, Scaramouche goes to his knees and buries his face in between your legs. His tongue tastes your sex, deftly using the appendage that makes your mind go blank that you're forgetting all about the needle beside you until you feel your body become increasingly hot and you're out of breath. Dottore discards the needle, positioning you on your hands and knees.

"Hush now, we still have one more special treatment for you. A warm, filling medicine from the both of us that will instantly make you feel better."

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sweet-honey-fruit · 7 months

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Honey-baka, indulge my request for Arlecchino to give her female lover cunnilingus! 😠 Only if you want! Not that I care! 😤 If... If you would be so kind as to grant my request? 🥺👉👈

Your wish is my command! I went ahead and added a couple of other harbingers as a bonus. I’m also trying out a new format!

Harbingers Eating You Out

w/ Arlecchino, Childe, Dottore x afab!reader

Warnings: absolute pussy devouring, dirty talk, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, bondage, begging, semi-public

!Everything is consensual! MINORS DNI!

Arlecchino —

The way her tongue laid flat against your core sent you to the archons above. Her hand pressed down on your stomach to hold you down, to make you feel every ounce of pleasure she was willingly giving you. Your hips rolled in a futile attempt to get her impossibly closer. You groaned when her hand pressed down harsher, forcing you to stay still.

“Now now, only those who behave get rewarded,” Her tongue flicks over your clit, “You know that, don’t you?”

She sounds condescending, words bittersweet but her tongue feels like honey. You can only nod against the bed as the sensations build up. It was messy, so messy as she went back to flicking her tongue over your clit. Your legs quivered under the feeling. Your juices flowed down her throat like a sweet drink, and she wasn’t stopping till she took every single drop.

“Arlecchino- ah-!” You moaned out her name like a prayer, your hand instinctively gripping her hair and pulling. She moaned against you in response, picking up the pace. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you and her diligent fingers circle your clit.

“Fuck,” You moaned. Your hips bucked against hers shearing hot pleasure blanketed your body. Your cum coats her face and she’s eager to lick it up. She only lets out a beautiful groan with her lips wrapped around you. Her hand on your stomach moves to your thigh, rubbing gentle circles around it. Desperately you grind your hips down onto her tongue as she lets you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle moans of her name and heavy breathing. Your body convulsed and shuddered with pleasure when she finally lifted her head, panting slightly. Finally, she pulls away with an audible pop, and you can hear her laugh at your adorable fucked out face. You reached for her face, wanting to kiss her breathless lips. With a smug grin plastered across her face, she kisses you, letting you get a taste of yourself.

“There you go darling,” She whispers against your lips. Her hand slips between your legs, inserting a finger into your overtly sensitive hole that makes you jolt and moan, “Let us see how long you can last.”

★☆ ﹒☆★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★

Childe —

He’s relentless with the way his mouth selfishly devours your aching pussy. It was chaotic and rough and it made you see stars. Your hands grip his desk as a way to ground yourself, even just slightly. The elegant wood was painful for your naked body but you couldn’t care when Childe was pleasing you oh so well. His tongue was so talented and hot and so good—you were losing yourself in the bliss of feeling so devoted. You could feel the heat of his breath on your soaked cunt and he sucked harder at your clit which made your moans more intense than before. Childe wasn’t stopping though. No, he wasn’t going to stop till he had you shaking and begging, nothing but an incoherent mess.

Your hand gripped tighter at the desk and you felt like you were floating, the desk failing at its job to ground you. Your back arched into him and you moaned louder while he spread open your pussy and licked up your juices. He was so fucking good at everything, at making you feel like a puddle for him and him alone. You wanted to scream out your pleasure into the air but you couldn’t, not when his office is in one of the busiest parts of the palace.

“Go on, be loud,” His words are muffled, not bothering to stop gliding his hot tongue over your hole, “No one is going to dare stop us.”

You let out another soft moan and you feel a warm wetness pooling from the slit and sliding down onto the dark wood under you. Your legs shook and your knees buckled beneath you as his fingers teased the inside of your walls, pushing and pressing until you were close enough to orgasm.

“I can’t- I can’t- that’s embarrassing,” Your words are cut short by his fingers thrusting in harder and right up against the spongy part within your velvety walls, his mouth shucking on your clit gently.

“I said..” His other hand grips your hip, pulling you down more onto his fingers and tongue, “Be. Loud.” His voice had a slight growl to it, and his eyes held no room for argument. You let yourself go unrestrained, practically screaming out his name in a pornographic way that was sure to have echoed down the hallway. You let yourself come completely undone, cumming hard around his skillful tongue. He cleaned it up loudly, slurping overshadowing your quiet moans and pleas for him to stop. It fell on deaf ears though as he still has yet to halt his fingers spreading you open, tongue filling in the space that wasn’t occupied by his digits.

“We’re not stopping till you learn to listen to me, my beloved slut.”

★☆ ﹒☆★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★

Dottore —

Each movement is done in a way that is precise, experimental. Each flick of his tongue, each brush of his hand; it’s done in a way to see how you react. Your hands are tied behind your back in a pretty royal blue. He wanted his experiment to be successful after all, he can’t have you interfere.

You squirmed, your eyes rolling back when his hot tongue glided over a particularly sensitive spot. The moan that is brought out of your parted lips made his ruby eyes drift up to look at you. He didn’t stop, continuing to abuse that spot and eliciting more mesmerizing moans from you. His eyes are dark and piercing, they make your knees weak and make you even wetter.

“Mmnnghh,” You whimper, trying to pull at the ropes in an attempt to feel him. His mouth pulls away from your body to lick at his lips. “You taste divine,” His voice was low, husky and smooth. It made the haze in your head heavier, mumbling nonsense. His eyes were still locked onto yours, and you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Would you like me to continue? To keep you here and make you my personal test subject,” You nodded vigorously, and he laughed. A throaty, deep chuckle that sent vibrations through your spine and set your heart racing.

“Of course you do, look at you, a mindless slut. How beautiful,” His teeth scrape at your inner thigh as he spoke, sending waves of goosebumps down your entire body. The sensation sent shivers of excitement coursing through your veins. “What do you think I should do with you, hmm? Should I do this,” His finger thrusts inside your needy hole. “Or this,” His fingers curl into you and press deeper. You gasp, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you feel a burst of tingly pleasure shoot up your body. He’s so good to you. So good at making you feel like you belong to him. At making you want to be nothing more than his plaything to use.

“Such a good test subject, behaving for me.” His lips wrap around your clit, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive bud. He licks it slowly, savoring it, before thrusting his fingers up. He has every inch of you mapped out, knowing exactly where to touch to fall apart. To make you let out a strangled moan with his name being mumbled out. He works you open up for him. His mouth sucks at your nub, and your legs tremble underneath him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, the burning from the rope only adding to the added pleasure. You were desperate for more, wanting to grab his hair and fuck your dripping pussy into his face. Yet, you knew better than to step out of line.

You felt your orgasm creep up the back of your legs and up your body. Your breathing got heavier, moans got louder. There was a tremble to your legs that gave away all signs that you were so, so close. With a malicious grin and one last thrust into your hole, he pulls away. The blaring hot feeling dissipates in a disappointing cold.

“No, no no, please! Please Dottore I need it, I need it so bad!” You squirmed, hips grinding up to try and get any sensations they could, your pussy aching and begging for more stimulation. Instead, he laughed cruelly, placing a kiss just above your clit.

“Mmm…no, you don’t need it. You want it,” He leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline till he’s against the shell of your ear. His breathing is deep and ragged, his hips grinding against yours. His erection presses against your core, teasing you further. “There’s a distinct difference. The only way you’ll be able to cum is if I deem you worthy of such a gift. Now be a good little experiment and keep still while I fuck you.”

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