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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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?”
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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
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oh god i have this idea.. rqs open right?? feel free to ignore this if it isn't but
imagine being akademiya!zandik's bf ,, but you notice a certain someone (sohreh) all up in zandik's business recently. you can tell he's annoyed by her but you certainly don't like it when she hooks her arm around his and he doesn't do anything about it since youre out in an expedition... yeah you can see her being fairly attracted to zandik, and you're not jealous! you know zandik by heart, but you honestly just told zandik you're jealous as an excuse to fuck him on the place where they planned to have a picnic, and he knows it GDSAD... yeah, imagine her surprise seeing her small crush getting fucked by his bf + being the last thing she sees before, well... 'getting attacked by rishboland tigers'
yeah thats all, take your time and have a good day ❤️ i too am starved of dottore content (hopefully i can push out ur request soon enough if youre that one anon i have :3)
Poor Timing ♥︎
Sub Akademiya Dottore x Dom Male Reader
Broadcaster Message - Bweeheheeh, this is such a good concept, i was just thinking about it!! also if ur talking about ur 📺 anon, that is me teeheee (> ^_^ )> i kept writing, deleting then rewriting this cause i dint know how i wanted to do this prompt 😭
Notes 🗒️ - Sub Akademiya Dottore, Dom Male Reader, Sohreh is present for the first half, Reader is called Zandik’s boyfriend, Dottore is called Zandik, Established relationship, Public sex??, Murder, Injury and blood mentioned, Nothing insanely graphic, Sohreh watches you fuck Dottore while she bleeds out on the ground, lmao, Reader is kinda mean and possessive, so is Dottore,
You noticed how close Sohreh was to Zandik, her arms always snaking around his, how close she would stand next to him, always trying to grab his attention. Of course, he only seemed annoyed by it. There had been a number of times you and Zandik would be holed up in your shared tent, his hands flying wildly in the air as he complained about the girl, and yet he never made of move to push her away.
And now you were gawking at Zandik as if he told you something insane, and well, he had!
“I said Sorhreh invited me to a picnic with her during lunch and I plan to go.”
You pressed your lips into a fine line as you tugged on the sleeves of your uniform, “Why? You hate her!” You whisper-yelled, making sure no one passing by would hear you. Zandik shrugged, turning to neatly place his papers and books into his bag. “She planed to do so near some ruins I wanted to explore, it would be convenient.” You groaned at Zandik’s words, leaning against the table he had his things placed on.
“You could explore the ruins with literally anyone else, or even by yourself! You don’t need Sohreh as an excuse to go there.”
Zandik stared at you, his bright red eyes making you shiver from how blank they seemed. “Are you…jealous?” Zandik gave you a teasing smirk, tilting his head as he analyzed your body language. You crossed your arms, debating if you should lie to Zandik or not. If you did, maybe he would finally ignore the girl, but he could also easily see through your white lie. You shrugged, “Maybe a bit,” was all you said, just a simple lie to see what Zandik would do.
Zandik hummed, still giving you an eerie smile. “I do hope you know I have no intention of furthering this relationship with Sohreh.” You watched as Zandik closed his bag, grabbing your hand and giving it a quick squeeze, “I’ll be back later.” You frowned as Zandik walked away from the camp, mulling over the many thoughts in your mind as he disappeared into the forest.
You rolled your eyes, wallowing in your own thoughts for a bit, chewing on your lip as you thought. You eyed Sohreh walking off in the same direction as Zandik, a cheery grin on her face. You ultimately decided to follow them into the forest. Perhaps you could have a bit fun when you caught up with the two of them.
It took you a bit to catch up with them, but you soon found Zandik stood over an injured Sohreh, her gaze fearful as Zandik examined her body. She was actively bleeding, Zandik poking and prodding a large gash on her abdomen. Sohreh noticed you and choked on the saliva and blood pooling in her mouth, trying to call out to you. Zandik turned around and stared back at you, a smile forming on his face at the sight.
You walked closer to the shivering form of Sohreh, crouching down to look at her injuries. “What happened to her?” Zandik smiled so sweetly at you, you knew he was the one who put her in this condition, from the blood that covered his hands and the bruising around her neck, you knew he did this. “She was attacked by rishboland tigers.” You could see the desperation in Sohreh’s eyes as he tried to shake her head, give you some kind of sign that he was lying. Though, you already knew this.
You leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Zandik’s head, threading your fingers through his hair, “Maybe this will teach her a lesson,” You smiled down at Sohreh, some kind of giddiness pooling in your stomach at the sight of her fearful expression. Zandik really was a bad influence on you.
“I’ve read your notes Sohreh.”
You spoke softly as you walked over to her body, removing the jacket of your uniform and ripping off the sleeves, pressing the fabric to her wounds. “I’ve seen what you’ve said about my Zandik. He really is handsome isn’t he?” You tied pieces of fabric around Sohreh’s smaller wounds, pressing chunks into her deeper ones before propping her up against a tree. “Don’t go dying on us yet, I want to have a bit of fun and I want you to watch.” You stood up and took a moment to look over Sohreh, making sure all her wounds were effectively covered.
Sohreh’s breathing was shaky was you walked over to Zandik, taking his hands in yours, watching as you pressed gentle kisses against his face.
You were both insane, and she was going to die in the middle of no where with two utterly mad people.
You hummed as you sloppily pressed a kiss to Zandik’s lips, hands cupping his cheeks gently. “You really ought to be more careful my love, what if someone else found you both here?” You pressed your forehead to Zandik’s, relishing in the cries and choked pleas Sohreh let out. “I could’ve dealt with it.“ Zandik kissed you, his bloodied hands resting on your hips as he gently swayed, humming softly against your lips. “Now, what was it you wanted Sohreh alive for?” You grinned wildly at Zandik, leaning forward for another kiss.
Sohreh wished she was dead. She wished she had never been paired with Zandik. She was currently sat against a tree, unable to move because of her injuries, forced to watch you fuck Zandik.
You had him on the picnic blanket Sohreh brought, face pressed into the ground and ass up, you behind him, drilling your cock into his hole. “Bet this isn’t what you were expecting, Sohreh.” You turned Sohreh and gave her a big grin, “Watching your crush getting dicked down by his boyfriend during what was meant to be a sweet picnic date.” You snapped your hips against Zandik, ripping a moan from him.
His back was so beautifully arched, drool spilling down his chin as he babbled nonsense. Neither of you cared if anyone found you, or cared that Sohreh was watching, you only cared for each other. Zandik groaned at the feeling of your dick stretching him out so perfectly. He hated to admit that he missed your touch during this expedition, he so badly wanted you to kiss him, showed him with your affections, he just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.
Zandik turned his head so he could look at you, face pressed against the blanket beneath him. “Hahhh- Were you r-really so jealous you had to follow me here?” Zandik teased you, voice wavering and speech slurred, “A-and just so you could fuck me—! Y-you’re so n-needY AHH-“ You pulled out completely then stuffed your full length into Zandik, effectively shutting him up. You both knew you weren’t actually jealous, that your statement was just a little white lie, but that wasn’t going to stop you from using it as an excuse to fuck Zandik, nor would it stop Zandik from teasing you.
You relishes in the sweet moans and whimpers spilling from Zandik’s lips, your Zandik’s lips. You moved your hands to pull at his aching cock, a shrill moan being ripped from Zandik. “Look at how quickly you fall apart under me~” You tugged and pulled in Zandik’s dick at a similar pace to your thrusts, smearing his pre all over his shaft and abdomen. “You’re so adorable.” You laughed at the whine Zandik let out, leaning forward to continue to whisper small praises to him.
You weren’t quite sure how long you had fucked Zandik, how many orgasms you had wrung out of him, his poor dick only able to sputter out small amounts of watery cum onto your hands. You had filled Zandik to the brim, his tummy almost appearing bloated from how much cum you had stuffed into him, each thrust some would spill from his hole.
Sohreh had gone quiet, her gaze cloudy as she stared blankly at the ground, you honestly didn’t care. You moved so you now had Zandik in your lap, with you sitting cross-legged on the picnic blanket. “You think it’d be more believable you were attacked if you had a limp?” You teased, Zandik forcing out a scoff at your words as he leaned back against you.
You looked up, seeing the sky was a beautiful orange hue. Just how long had you been gone? You rested your chin on Zandik’s shoulder, humming softly to yourself. “Ready to head back?” Zandik nodded, stumbling slightly as he stood up and reached for his uniform. You wondered how you were going to explain this to your Seniors.
#📺 brenbofen’s stories#Vincr chats with asmo#writing#dom reader#male reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x male reader#sub genshin impact#sub dottore#sub dottore x reader#dottore x reader#dottore x male reader#this is kinda rushed#cause i just wanted to get this out#vince chats with asmo#sorry :((
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i said, “do u think u’ll kill for me one day?” (yes, of course i will, my darling)
dottore x gn!reader. lyric from national anthem (demo). mentions of killing or murder / possessiveness / mentions of dottore’s real name / pet names / cursing / slight ?? yandere / ooc ( kinda soft dottore ). english is not my first language !
You know that Dottore, or your boss is a mad man who does as he pleases—at least that's what people think. But he always acts a little differently to you, which clearly shows favoritism. An act of favoritism that is certainly not left to some other people.
Other people try to take advantage, by asking you to make dottore do something. The most common thing that happens is when they ask you to beg dottore to release their newest prisoner (?) that became the subject of Dottore's experiments who is either their family or friend or partner.
And of course, you’re not happy with it.
You are not a tool to fulfill their wishes. And they were merely just strangers who suddenly came to ask for help, without repaying.
You are pissed.
But also scared at the same time.
Just now you came out of the room called the ‘sacred’ dottore's office. But a stranger who you guess is a new worker just by looking at his impolite behavior, suddenly grabs your arm and takes you somewhere.
“What the heck?!” You yelp. Ignoring the fact that the stranger's hands were shaking violently.
The stranger is now facing you. While his hand was still gripping yours tightly, to the point where you were in pain. "P- please help me!"
You let out a harsh sigh. "No, i won't help you. Thanks to your very impolite behavior.”
“W- w- wait! What do you mean?! This is urgent, and you must help me!” The audacity, you curse him in your mind.
“I said no!” Those three words managed to make him angry instantly.
“You—you should know your place! Is it because you managed to tempt The Doctor with your body and face means you can do whatever you want?!” You winced at his words, it felt like you were being stabbed by a knife, even though you know that it's all not true.
“If you will not tell that crazy man to free my friend—I will cut off your head, and present it to him.” You just looked at him in disgust thinking that he was a strange man. A disgusting strange man.
“Fuck off!” You yell at him.
Long story short, you managed to release his grip. But you couldn't help but notice the bruise on your wrist. You are increasingly annoyed and decide to end all this in an ‘inelegant’ way; using your heels, you stomp on his feet full of revenge. It should hurt a lot, you think.
And when you saw his reaction of pain and screaming, you immediately ran as fast as you could. Your body feels like it's on autopilot when you subconsciously search for someone you know too well— A tall and pale skin man, with light blue and slightly wavy hair, which makes anyone know his identity. And makes anyone afraid and even begs for mercy.
And there he was, standing straight with his hands behind his back like always.
“—tore,” Your breath hitches but tries to reach for his name.
“Dottore!” The man— Dottore looked at you quickly, as if he had been looking for you all along. He opened his arms, making room for you to fall into his embrace again. And you (will) happily return to his arms.
“Zandik!” You call his name once again, as if it were a spell that could make you happy for eternity. “Yes, dear?”
He lifted your chin, making you look up at him. His hand moved to wipe away a few tears that had fallen. Ah, since when have i cried? Why did i cry?
“What happened?” His calm voice made you shudder. You tightened your grip on his white lab jacket. And you know it won't cause him any pain.
You shake your head. "Nothing happened."
“Something happened,” His other hand, covered in a glove made especially for him, is now cupping your cheek. And his other hand, stroking your hair. “Am i right?”
The words are reluctant to come out and get stuck in your throat. You were too afraid to answer, too afraid to imagine what would happen to that stranger.
Silence enveloped the room. You only feel warmth, whether because of the heater in the room or because of Dottore's touch.
Knowing there would be no answer from you, dottore sighed. He placed you to sit on his desk. The desk was a little messy because of the papers, but there was still a place for you to sit.
Dottore's head lifted so he could see your face and what expression you were wearing right now— scared, with traces of tears.
His hand again rose to cup your cheek, then traced every curve on your face that he thought was beautiful. The touch felt strangely soft. Knowing that it was a touch from The Doctor— someone who had killed many people in order to achieve perfect experimental results.
And when he was about to hold your hand, he noticed something. A bruise on your wrist, a fucking bruise. That somewhat pissed him off.
“Who did this to you?” You can easily tell that he is angry, by the way he talks and the questions he asks.
“It’s— it’s just a random bruise i got—” “Stop lying.”
You were silenced quickly.
“You’re always been patient when other people try to take advantage of you,” Dottore's calm voice was whispery. If he knew about it all along, why did he continue to comply with your request?
Dottore closed his eyes for a moment, trying to connect the dots. “Someone asked you for help again? And you refuse, then they gets angry?” You nod.
“Is it a new employee?” You nod again.
“Tell me about them.” You told him straight away.
Dottore nodded. He noted it in his mind.
Out of sudden, you cupped Dottore's face. Cold, is the first thing that comes to your mind. Everything about him was cold, and so was his skin. You saw his pale face, but you couldn't guess what expression he had behind his mask.
As if he could read your mind, he took off the mask that covered part of his face. He put the mask right next to you.
“You’re not angry?” You ask, breaking the silence.
“Why?”
“Because i touch you– i touch your face.”
“Foolish question. Absolutely no.”
Dottore's hand covered yours that was touching his face. Maybe dottore can see your cheeks are a little red right now. Maybe now that stranger is scared right now that you managed run away.
You kissed Dottore's forehead as a thank you.
“I'll take care of it quickly.” And you can't imagine what experiments Dottore would do to the stranger.
#konstelasiv fanfic#dottore x reader#dottore fluff#genshin dottore x reader#dottore x you#dottore x y/n#dottore x female reader#il dottore x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin scenarios#genshin impact imagines#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#genshin dottore#genshin hcs
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zandik days? maybe just one of the fussier, tsundere clones though obviously, my mind isn’t really on study dates and research papers due in a month. i’m thinking more of introducing the cute thing to lingerie, to vibrators and butt plugs, to learning how to give you a proper blowjob and ride you.
dolling up zandik/clone with sheer lace, with silk, ghosting your touch over his new bra just to feel how he trembles underneath, a near full-body blush dusting over his pale skin when you touch wherever you please. he may bitch, occasionally moan when you pinch and fondle his skin, maybe he’ll even start begging for you to take care of his newfound erection that tents and stains his matching panties with his pre.
having him go a day without you inside and only sex toys is torture, and not just for his prostate/g-spot. it’s all too easy to imagine his sharp teeth biting his poor, plump bottom lip, leg bouncing beneath his desk doing absolutely nothing but make him more aware of what’s so buried inside of him. be glad no one’s brave and stupid enough to approach your lovely boyfriend, even when his cherry-red blush is obvious and he’s “subtly” glaring at you across the room. as if you’ll miss anything in this suddenly oh so important lecture <3
despite his eagerness to please you (that he denies), pull him off to give him a chance to breathe. poor thing tried to impale his throat on your cock without any training! dumb little whore <3 teach him to bob his head, to swirl his tongue around your tip to coax out any pre, watch him go cockdrunk as his eyes flutter shut as you finally slide back into his pulsing throat. teach him to breathe through his nose so he doesn’t end up choking when you finally gift him with a nice throatpie <3 watch it drip from his mouth as he tries to swallow it all to be your good boy.
oh no oh god. inexperienced zandik is the death of me. oh my god.... the ooo so mighty and smart cutie who's a bit moody sometimes just... nothin when u do things that makes him feel things he has never felt b4...
like cmon, poor guy didn't even realize that u calling him your pretty slut while he wears that lingere you bought him, makin him stare at himself on a mirror, hands roaming allll over his trembling body, skin red from sheer embarrassment, would leave him sooo hard and aching with need but u ignore the way he grits his teeth and glares through the mirror and focus on the way his cock was drooling much to the point his brand new panties were already ruined... and he acts like he doesn't like it all! muffling his moans and whines whenever you touch his erogenous zones... normal. i am so normal.
AND TURNING HIM INTO A DUMB COCK HUNGRY WHORE GRHFHFHHDD. .. zandik sluttification era where he can't focus on his research when you don't fuck him at least once every day... euagh... AND UR SO RIGHT.. just playing with him with toys for the day? it's 100% for punishment whenever he breaks ur rules or pisses you off! pressing a vibe onto his tip while he's all tied up, refusing to stimulate anything else but his sensitive glans, eliciting the most cutest, desperate moans you'll ever hear from zandik... only to pull away when he starts to jerk his hips erratically, thrusting the air and closing his eyes, ultimately refusing to let him cum bc he's been a bad boy... all his mental fortitude thrown out the window because he's sobbing and begging u to let him cum after you deny him his orgasm for the nth time...
having a toy deeeeppp inside his ass, the tip of the fake cock pressing against his prostate n the girth of it makes his insides burn from the stretch... he's near tears just by sitting next to u while the professor starts the lecture, and he almost moans when it starts to whir to life inside of him, vibirating with the intensity that makes his eyes roll back. his head was now laid down onto his desk, arms covering his face as he tries his best not to make any humiliating noise. then you'd turn it off, zandik panting softly under his breath while his thighs shake, before glaring and cursing at you ... but fuck, the risk of getting caught and the unpredictability of when you turn it back on inside of him just makes him hornier then before...
SOMETHING ABOUT TEACHING A MAN SO SMART HOW TO DO SOMETHING!! n he was sooo bad at it at first... always nicking you with those sharp teeth of his... but now? it's like you have to pull him off your cock for him to regain his consciousness, because he just gets soooo lost in bliss when he sucks youu off.. mouth soo filled, throat conforming to the shape of ur dick, tears streaming down his face as his pitifully tries to breathe instead of choking. .. i can just imagine him batting his eyelashes at u while u fuck his throat. .. so addicted to ur cock, always sucking on your dick before he sets off to his research... wanting to taste ur cum like it's an essential for his everyday needs...
so cute to teach him how to pleasure you, he gets so excited really 😭 he denies it so hard but he's the one bouncing himself on your dick like there's no tomorrow!
ahhh to have him as my personal whore ❤❤ he can't live without ur cock so much sure to stuff him full everyday to keep him and yourself satisfied!
#. what. what if we kissed under the moonlihjt bc kf this.#/j#/hj#/srs#/j KHfkfdkdgk#im#:)#ADKGKHNV sooooooo normal#sub dottore#dottore x reader#dottore x male reader#» asmo's thirst talks#ILL FIX TAGS LATER ON MG LAPTOP DJDJHX
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I have a few ideas to spew then, if you're ok with them — but they're all dottore related
imagine being infatuated with akademiya Zandik, watching him in class; staring at him as you fantasize about taking what should be yours, zoning out to the idea of pounding his hole untill he ends up liking it ❤️
either that, or, sth I think about a lot — cannibalizing omega build Dottore, for some reason.
Just.. auuh
Lmao I'm so sorry it took this long for me to answer >3> This somehow ended up more as a yandere piece more anything haha... I hope you like it
Characters: Il Dottore/Zandik, NB! Reader, can be read as either/or
Warnings: Yandere! Reader, Parasocial Relationship
He’s too pretty for his own good.
It’s an ugly thought, but it’s one you have quite often. With his smooth pale skin, soft blue hair, and cold red eyes, it’s pretty much agreed throughout the students of the Akademiya that despite his personality, Zandik was extremely attractive. You think it’s cute though, the way he obsesses over ruin guards like you obsess over him.
You don’t see him often, being in a different Darshan and all, but you fantasize about him enough that it doesn’t take long before you actively seek him out. You watch him in the library, hiding yourself between the bookshelves and pretending to be browsing; you watch him the hallways between the dorms, acting as if it were coincidence for you to leave the dorms at the same time; you watch him during the few times you two share classes, letting the professor’s words drown into nothingness as your brain only had thoughts for him; you watch, and you watch, and you watch. You’re lucky that Zandik seemed more interested in his research than he is in the people around him.
Your imagination is just as obsessive as you are – your dreams are filled with of bending him over, fucking him senseless in the library, muffling Zandik’s moans and whimpers with whatever you have on hand, lest you two get caught. You daydream of stuffing him full of toys and locking him with a chastity belt, ass full and horny, but unable to relieve himself as he goes about his day. Your thoughts fill with pounding him over the desks in the classroom, fucking him until he cums over and over again until he’s shaking from the oversensitivity, letting the fluids spill everywhere, as if animals marking their territory.
He probably wouldn’t be willing at first, you sometimes muse, but he was made for you, you delude yourself. If only Zandik wasn’t so into his research, you think, he’d realize that you’d would be perfect together, that you could satisfy whatever urges that he’d have and more. Not those pests that flocked towards him, all blood-sucking fleas that were only attracted to his looks, all thinking they could change him for the better.
Every time one of his fans flirted with him, you imagined punishing him for cheating on you. You imagined tying him up to a chair, stark naked. You’d pinch him nipples until they turned red and hard, and his cock was stiff and dripping with need. He’d be blindfolded and gagged, but you’d hear his whimpers and moans all the same, muffled noises of begging reluctantly being dragged out of him and tears soaking into the blindfold. You’d play with him for as long as you can, licking his balls and dragging your tongue to the tip of his cock, teasing and slow. You’d taste the tip of his cock, precum dripping out as if it were crying as well, before ignoring it entirely, abandoning it in favor of his hole. You dream of roughly fingering him for his imagined cheating, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust, but stopping right before he cums. You’d wait a bit, letting Zandik’s muffled begging wash you over, before you start again, and repeating the process over and over again until Zandik was mush against the chair, too fucked out and needy to form coherent thoughts.
Zandik was yours, even if he didn’t know it yet. You’d make sure of it. It didn’t matter that you’d only exchanged words with him a couple of times. It didn’t matter that he probably didn’t know your name. It didn’t even matter that Zandik very likely didn’t even know you existed. You loved him for who he was, and you were the only one who could ever love him so much. Even if Zandik rejected you at first, it was because he was shy. You were the only one for him, and even if you had to work hard to make sure he knew it, Zandik would eventually love you back.
#dom reader#sub genshin#sub dottore#sub genshin impact#yandere reader#yandere#parasocial relationships#nb reader
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THE BIG DAY !! ☆
# track 07 of my fapbruary event || prev track
contains : sub!virgin!zandik, gn!reader, lowkey yandere undertones, very lovesick/obsessive zandik, implied timeskip in the end, biting (w blood), fingering (a short bit), p much sex w feelings
Everything was supposed to go perfectly today.
He was supposed to take you out for a romantic meal and charm you with his words when you were alone. Then, you’d laugh and take his hand as his partner, and by the end of the night you’d finally kiss him. He’d be a flawless gentleman and you’d be caught completely off guard by it.
Yet there you both were, drenched and stranded in a fucking cave, too far from the city for you both to run back. His neatly combed hair was damp, sticking to his head as he tried to repress the need to mutter his grievances out loud. It was a repulsive, creepy habit, or so he’s heard. Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. His parade had been rained on, and not just metaphorically.
He was only pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed you shifting almost uncomfortably, and that you were staring straight into his eyes. You were saying something, the sound of your voice almost completely drowned out by the sound of the rain.
“What?” He asked almost snarkily, mood far too dampened to keep up his facade.
“I’m sorry,” You tried again, and Zandik’s expression moulded into one of confusion. If you were messing with him, he’ll make you regret it, no matter how much he liked you. “I know you put a lot of effort into this, and… um… I was really excited for our date too.” He didn’t know what he was expecting you to say, maybe a jeer, a statement to shame him, anything but what just came out of your mouth. He wasn’t going to be forward with his feelings, still, just to be cautious.
“I’ve always liked you.” Oh. Nevermind.
“And, uh… you’re very charming.” The tension in the air seemed to thicken as he almost glared at you, scarlet eyes almost shining in… amusement?
“You think so?” He sounded happy, the slight manic tilt back in his voice as he grinned. Oh, you just confessed your feelings to him! Without any of that persuasive swaying he’d planned to do! What he felt that that moment could’ve killed a man. You smiled back at him, and gosh, it sent an arrow through his heart. This was all he’d dreamed of since he laid eyes on your beautiful figure.
“Can I kiss you?” He hadn’t even processed that he was nodding before you leaned in, making Zandik freeze up. Thousands of thoughts raced through his head as he finally felt your lips press against his, and he was almost in a daze. Countless trees with both your initials carved into their trunks boiled down to this moment in the end, and he can’t say that he regretted a single thing. He was grateful that he was sitting down as his knees went weak from your kiss, trying to reciprocate as he tried to calm his beating heart.
It was obvious that this was more or less his first time kissing anyone, and you couldn’t help the way your heart leapt for joy at this. Your skin was hot and you jumped when his icy fingers found themselves around your waist, pulling you in almost desperately. His hands were all over you, grabbing and clawing at your flesh hard enough to sting.
His actions were slightly forceful as he held you flush against his own body, and you could start to feel the impressive bulge in his pants. He moved with what could only be described as fervour, drinking in every inch of you as you undid his belt and pants easily. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock and causing him to sigh in relief. He was nothing short of glorious with a happy trail hidden just beneath his wet shirt. You’ll put him to good use.
“This is your first time, right?” You asked, him nodding in an uncharacteristically shy way. What were you going to do with this information? You smiled at him, taking off your own underwear as you settled back onto his lap. His eyes were wide and if not for the lack of lighting, you’d see his almost scarily dilated pupils, admiring you as if you were nothing short of a wonder. He could just barely see the outline of your figure, glistening under the moonlight, and you looked ethereal. “I’ll ride you. As a treat.”
He wiped his still-damp bangs from his face to watch you closely and clearly as you reached a hand down, finger circling your hole before pushing a finger in. Then another. Zandik just kept watching, dick throbbing everytime a moan escaped your lips.
“Can I?” He stammered, his breathing shallow as he reached for you. You used your free hand to swat his away playfully, causing a lick of frustration to taint his face.
“Next time” was all you said before taking your fingers out and aligning his dick with your hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you pushed the head of it in, a sharp gasp escaping his lips when you continued, not giving him a break.
“T-Tight! Fuck!”
He doesn’t realize he’s cumming as he whimpered, nails digging into your hips, head tilted back and jaw dropped open. This feels better than anything he’s ever imagined! Pure pleasure flooded his senses and you felt his cum fill up your insides, laughing in disbelief at his sensitivity.
“For someone with such a cock, you really don’t know how to use it,” you teased, wiping away the single tear on the corner of his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Again,” he demanded pathetically, weakly thrusting up into you, only to bit back a soft sound. At least he had stamina. You obliged, lifting yourself up before seating yourself back onto his cock, making him whine out loud. He was already so fucked out before you did anything, and it just caused your arousal to pool. As he wanted you to, you began riding him, placing soft kisses on Zandik’s bitten, swollen lips.
When you first met, you would’ve never dreamed of being able to fuck him like this. He was always quiet and kept to himself, surrounded by mysteries, a handsome smile on that equally handsome face when he greeted fellow scholars. You think that you quite liked that, as much as you liked the lewd, teary face he was making.
“I’m gonna make you mine,” you cooed, pushing the digits you fingered yourself with in the man’s mouth, stroking and playing with his tongue. “Make you feel so good that you’ll never want anyone but me.” The possessive words made Zandik’s head spin with giddy delight as he nodded, pushing your fingers even deeper into his mouth.
Garbled words that sounded like “good” escaped his lips as he thrusted up into you with all the strength he had left, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing against the walls of the cave. You were so close, so goddamn close-
“‘M cumming!” He shouted out, biting down on your fingers so hard that if you were of clear mind, you’d be worried that they’d snap right off. Only, you weren’t. The pain shot right to your core as you cried out his name, clamping around him as your vision blurred. You fell against his chest, hearting his heart beat rapidly as the pleasure hit you both in waves.
What was he thinking for his heart to beat this way?
You raised your hand, flipping it over and over again to look at the teeth marks on them. They scarred a long time ago, but never really went away. Over the scars, barely hiding them, was a glittering, silver ring, the hues of the gem just like that of his eyes. He noticed it, groaning with slight annoyance. “I get that you like them, but we have work to do.” He asked, rolling his eyes.
“It’s kinda like a promise ring, don’t you think?” He couldn’t deny that he liked the idea.
“Weirdo.”
“You’re truly one to talk, Dottore.”
#@ a thousand kisses. ares#@ dottcre’s fapbruary !#sub dottore#dottore smut#dottore#zandik#sub zandik#zandik smut#genshin#sub genshin#genshin smut
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haerysays hospital records
pt. 2 of eleazar hospital records
dottore x male reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: sumeru archon quest spoilers, chronic illness (eleazar), violence, implied human experimentation, various other dottore things :P
a/n: i was excited to write this, i love love love dottore so much
word count: 1,596
"your talents are too valuable to be wasted in a place like this," a strange voice echoed throughout the now empty hospital. zandik didn't hear him approach, but he could tell that the man was right behind him
zandik's head snapped up as he grabbed the nearest scalpel, pointing it at the man's throat. anyone who would've seen him would've thought he was insane. his messy hair, the bags under his eyes, his bloodied clothing...
not to mention the look in his eyes when the man got too close to you.
it was deranged.
"who the fuck are you?!" zandik spat, pressing the scalpel into the man's neck. a small drop of blood trickled down his neck.
his blood was black.
"...what the fuck are you?" zandik asked, a little more quietly this time, studying the man's clothes, his face, his eyes...
he had khaenri'ahn eyes.
"i am the solution to all of your problems."
the trip to snezhnaya was long and boring, most of it spent on a boat. the man, pierro, zandik now knew, was the director of the fatui harbingers. and, apparently, after finding out about zandik's...exploits, he sought him out to recruit him.
but zandik could care less.
all he cared about was you. you were the only thing that mattered to him right now. getting you back was his top priority.
so, when pierro mentioned to him that the fatui had the most advanced research centers and labs in all of teyvat...
well, who was he to decline such an offer?
"so you want me to become an agent for the fatui?" zandik asked, intrigued. he sat at a table by your bedside. "i can become one of your debt collectors if that means that my ___ will be safe."
"agent?" pierro laughed, coming to sit in a nearby chair. "no, no...why would i, the director, come all the way to sumeru from snezhnaya just to recruit a simple agent? no...what you are going to be is something much, much more important."
zandik grabbed your hand out of reflex, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"we have quite the large lab...and it's been vacant for a long, long time. we were hoping that, perhaps...we could put a doctor in there," pierro said with a smile.
zandik couldn't help but laugh at the irony. he, who was performing illegal surgeries, who was expelled from the akademiya and their medical department, a doctor.
it was truly laughable.
"we've seen your work. it's admirable. we could provide you with all of the equipment and specimens that you could ever wish for, not to mention all of the necessary licenses and permits...we can help you save him. all you have to do is say yes."
zandik paused for a moment, pretending to think it through. he grabbed your hand once more, before looking up at pierro with a sharp-toothed grin. he knew the answer as soon as he asked.
"it seems we have a deal, lord pierro," zandik said, extending his hand.
pierro took it, shaking his hand.
"welcome to the fatui, il dottore. i look forward to working with you."
it's astounding how quickly four hundred years pass when you've achieved immortality, zandik found. however, it's also astounding how slowly it passes when the one person you love is gone, stuck in time, comatose in a cryo chamber.
he would keep you here until he had found a definitive cure for your eleazar. he wasn't going to let you go. not ever.
his lab, haerysays, was full of teyvat's best and brightest. and yet, a cure for eleazar was never found, despite their efforts.
zandik didn't understand. he had mastered so much. he'd cheated death, developed the first successful human clones, created a god, but you? your disease? it remained an enigma.
so, he kept you in that cryo chamber, in a secluded room in haerysays. a place where nobody could hurt you while he worked on more...realistic goals. he sent his man-made god to sumeru.
it was destroyed.
in the midst of his frustration at the failure of his project, he almost failed to notice his eleazar patients. more specifically, their full recovery.
"lord dottore, lord dottore!!!" one of his assistants shouted as they ran into his office.
zandik glared at them, making them freeze in their tracks. they dropped to the ground to kneel, and zandik groaned.
"what is it?"
"th-the eleazar patients-- they've recovered!"
the pen that zandik was holding snapped in half, ink covering his table. without a word, he stood up and left his office, leaving the assistant all alone.
your scales were gone. all of your dark eleazar scales were gone.
zandik removed you from the cryo chamber and began checking on you. vitals, physical exam, blood tests...
...your eleazar was gone.
really, truly gone.
you were saved.
he woke you up as soon as he was sure you were safe. he sat by your side, holding your hand, watching carefully.
your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room.
"hello, darling," dottore said softly, his hands shaking as he brushed some of your hair out of your face.
"wh...who...are you..?" you asked weakly, a fearful expression on your face. he froze, before realizing that he was still wearing his mask. he took it off, and saw recognition fash in your eyes. "...zandik?"
"yes, yes, ___, it's me, it's zandik...you've been asleep for a long, long time, but it's okay now...it's okay, your eleazar is healed. you're okay..."
the two of you spent hours talking, with zandik catching you up on all you've missed...and how long you were out.
"...four...four hundred years?! zandik, that-- that's impossible!"
"no, no, love, it's not!" zandik's smile was crazed. "we have a cryo chamber here, powered by the excess energy from the tsaritsa herself!! isn't that just fascinating? come on, you're a fellow scholar, you should be amazed, not fearful! we've conquered death!"
"zandik, that's a cardinal sin of the akademiya--"
"the akademiya abandoned me, ___. they abandoned you. when you were sick and dying, they tossed you aside. why should we adhere to their rules if they decided we were subhuman garbage? we're better than them, ___. what they consider 'sins' should mean nothing to us."
"...they...they did throw us out, didn't they," you said quietly.
"when you came down with eleazar, they made you stop attending classes. they didn't call it expulsion, but that's what it was and you know it. but here...these people won't throw us out. they'll give us the respect we deserve."
you paused, thinking about it. zandik saw the apprehension in your eyes, and knew what he could say to push you over the edge.
"they'll treat us like gods."
your eyes lit up with excitement. the two of you had always been treated like outsiders. zandik for his... unusual experiments, and you for your eleazar. so being worshipped...it was a dream come true.
"this is my lab, haerysays. it's the largest, most advanced research center in all of teyvat. but we won't be spending much time here... we'll be headed to my estate, where you and i will be staying."
your eyes lit up.
"you mean you have a mansion?" you asked, amazed.
"of course, love," zandik chuckled. "i'm a harbinger."
zandik led you to a carriage, which carried the two of you across snezhnaya to his estate. the entire time, the two of you spoke. you would ask questions, and he would answer them. when you ran out of questions, you'd tell him stories from when you were a child (whether he'd already known them or not).
his home was a gothic, castle-like mansion. it was large, made of dark bricks that contrasted against the snowy landscape. the lights coming from inside were warm and yellow, though you could make out a few rooms with blue or even red light. one of the walls was covered in beautiful ivy, and he somehow managed to make the flowers in the garden grow even in the harshness of winter. you even saw a few bird-like gargoyles on the walls.
zandik noticed you admiring the flowers, and he chuckled.
"do you like the gardens? they're some of phi's best work," he said proudly.
"phi?"
"one of my segments," he said softly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i'm sure you'll get acquainted with him and the others soon enough."
"how many segments do you have?"
"twenty four, but only twelve of them have full personalities. the others are just husks. i'll develop them further later."
"twenty four," you said softly, a light blush blooming on your cheeks. you paused for a moment, deep in thought. "hm...seems that i'll have to make enough room in my heart for twenty five zandiks then, hm?"
you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and saw his face turn bright red.
"oh, no, no, no...that won't do," he chuckled, pulling you into his lap. "there's only one zandik...don't forget that, okay?"
he kissed you softly, running his fingers through your hair. once he pulled away, he sighed quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"...i missed you," he mumbles. "and...i...i'm glad you're here."
you smile. and, though he can't see it, the feeling of it makes his heart flutter. you always knew what he meant, even if he didn't actually say it.
"i love you, too, zandik."
a/n: i don't know if this was good but i had fun so that's all that matters!!!!!
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More Than Friends [Zandik x GN! Reader]
Decided to post this here because why not.
Warnings: fluff, comfort, kissing, suggestive at the end if you squint
Synopsis: You are a burnt out Akademiya student about a month away from graduating. You just can’t bring yourself to care about the schoolwork piling up or upcoming exams, so you decided to visit your friend.
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Ugh… Schoolwork. You were so fucking tired of it. It was taking up so much of your time, and you were close to graduating from the Akademiya anyway so it’s not like you had the motivation to actually do any of it.
Frustrated, you pushed your work to the side, grabbed your jacket, and headed to the door. You were going to talk a walk, and this walk was going to clear your mind. This wouldn’t just give you more anxiety, it was going to help. This wasn’t procrastinating.
Or at least that’s the shit you told yourself because you didn’t know what else to do.
You pulled your jacket on and flipped up the hood as you walked outside. Of course it was raining. Not enough to require a waterproof coat, but just enough to send shivers down your spine if the wind blew too strong. It was also dark. Which didn’t bode well as the sidewalk was so uneven you sometimes had a problem walking on in when it was light out.
Could things get any fucking worse?
Apparently it could because just then you tripped over your own shoelace and just barely managed to catch yourself and avoid smashing your face on the concrete.
You hissed in pain as the gravel dug into your palms, and you could feel the blood starting to run down your fingers as you got up. Perfect. Maybe this walk was a bad idea.
You still held on hope that your destination would make the scrapes and bruises worth it.
Hell you knew it would be worth it, you were going to see one of your best friends after all. Even if he wasn’t home, he would probably make it up to you some other time. That’s just how he rolled, or at least with you. The guy never seemed to care much about anyone else.
You kept walking, it wasn’t far now. Just a few more blocks. You let your mind wander a little to fill the time. You thought about the pile of schoolwork you abandoned in your apartment and how the hell you were going to get it done in time. You sighed, you would get it done, somehow you always managed.
Finally you arrived at his apartment building. The buzzer was broken, so you had to use the spare key Zandik had given you to get in.
Trudging up the stairs, you hoped he wasn’t already in bed. You would’ve hated yourself if you woke him up the one time he actually went to bed at a reasonable time.
Oh who were you kidding. You weren’t even sure if he actually slept like a normal human being at this point. He might’ve made up some crazy assed potion that acts as a substitute for sleep. It was definitely a possibility. Or maybe he was just fucking crazy.
It was probably both, and if it was, you should ask about that magic sleep potion.
You arrived at his apartment door and knocked. You could use the spare key he gave you to just open the door if it was locked, but you didn’t want to be too rude.
”It’s open!”
You opened the door and just kind of stood there, looking utterly defeated. Zandik looked over at you, beaker of a strange liquid in one and a test tube in the other.
”(Y/N), you good? You look like shit.”
Straight to the point. The simplicity comforted you. Definitely a refresher after how literally everything else in life was complicated as hell.
You walked over and hugged him, shoving your face into his chest while incoherently mumbling about feeling burnt out.
”Fuck, lemme put this down.” Zandik awkwardly reached over you and put the tube and beaker down on the desk. He then rubbed your back and slowly walked you over to the couch.
”Why is there blood all over your hands?”
“I ate shit on the walk over.” You slumped back into the pillows, trying not to get blood everywhere.
”Stay right there, I have some medical stuff in the closet.”
As he stood up you noticed that you got blood on his shirt when you hugged him. You huffed in frustration, how bad of a friend were you? Zandik seemed to do so much for you, but you never had the chance to really do anything important for him.
Hell, you even asked once what you could do for him. He just pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head, saying that simply existing was more than enough. Never in your life had you felt so appreciated or validated, and all you could do was cry into his chest and hug him tighter. He rested his chin on the crown of your head and stroked your hair, which calmed you down. When you finally looked up, all you could say was, “You’re so fucking amazing. Thank you thank you thank you.”
You pulled yourself back to the present with a smile on your face. That was probably your favorite memory.
Zandik sat next to you with the first aid kit he dug out of the closet. “Give me your hands.” He began to clean and disinfect the cuts, being as gentle as possible.
Just then it occurred to you how weird (for lack of a better term) your relationship with Zandik was. It went farther that what most people would consider a friendship, but you weren’t really dating either. But if he did ask you out, there really wouldn’t be a change in your relationship. Neither of you ever really cared about the ‘status’ of your relationship. You didn’t care whether you were dating or not, you two just did what was comfortable. And if that included lots of cuddles and quality time (which it did) so fucking be it.
Zandik finished bandaging your hands and got up to put the kit away. This time he noticed the blood on his shirt. He gave it a concerned look before removing the shirt and tossing it into the laundry basket next to the couch. He walked into his bedroom and came out as he was pulling a clean shirt over his head.
“Do you need anything else?”
”Cuddles and love.” You respond trying to dramatically pout but laughing at your attempt. He smiled and pulled you into his lap while leaning back into the couch. You essentially sprawled out over him like a cat, wanting to get as close as physically possible.
He was warm, which was one of the many things you loved about him. It made him prime cuddle material. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat as he lazily pet your hair. You were so comfortable that after a few minutes you began to drift off in the comfortable silence.
”Hey, you know your absolutely fucking beautiful right?”
You lift up your head, that was a random question. “What?”
”You’re beautiful.”
”Yeah, I know what you said, but why did you say that?”
”Last week you said that you were insecure about how you look. I just wanted you to know that I thought you were beautiful. And smart for that matter. I know you’re completely burnt out right now, but you are still fucking smart.”
You were surprised at the comment. He went so above and beyond what anyone else has ever done for you that you didn’t know what do do with it. Holy shit you were so lucky to have him.
Suddenly you felt a hand cradling your neck and jaw. You looked up to meet his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think that his eyes really were a beautiful shade of red. You couldn’t quite read the emotion swirling around in them, but it didn’t matter because the question was answered when he pulled you into a kiss.
Somehow the gesture didn’t surprise you at all. It just felt so natural that you didn’t question the action despite you never kissing before.
His tongue slipped through your lips and explored your mouth. You enjoyed every second of it. Your hands travelled up to cradle his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His free hand slipped down and wrapped around your waist.
The whole experience just felt right.
Neither of you knew how long the kiss lasted, but when you finally parted there was a thick string of saliva connecting your mouths.
You sat there a moment, letting everything sink in before saying, “Was that romantic or platonic?” You genuinely didn’t know, and you honestly wouldn’t care either way.
”I’m not completely sure, and I’m not sure I really care. Wagering a guess though, it was more romantic.”
“Great then you won’t mind me doing this.”
You kissed his neck. It wasn’t really supposed to be a bite, but your teeth did catch his skin. He let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a satisfied hum.
”I always had a feeling we would turn out as something a little more than friends,” he said as he grabbed your hips and sat you both up. He pulled you into another kiss. Slowly he pulled away and let his kisses travel from the corner of your lips down to your collar bone.
”How far do you want to go, Zandik?”
”All the way my love, if that’s okay.”
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(About the Dottore sugar tax)
I like to imagine that some members of the Fatui are very discreet in handing out the sweets.
Oh, one of their comrades is getting a scolding and it looks like it's escalating? Quick! Sneak a sweet nearby that the Lord Harbinger could spot easily!
And what happens is that mid-rant, the segment would glance just a little to the side behind the researcher and he sees - what the fuck?? Why is there a Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake on the desk??? How? When???
And he just gets so confused that he kinda momentarily short-circuits
The Fatui can't keep using the sweets tactics too often tho, they might accidentally pavlov their lord into hating sweets if he keeps receiving them when he's angry!
It happened with Omega already, he scowled at the Fatui Skirmisher and demanded if the agent thought of him as a dog that could be placated with a mere treat. Yeah that guy is dead now.
And of course the segments start to get suspicious by the sixth incident of receiving a sweet out of nowhere.
Zandik is baffled, because somehow everyone and their damn mother knows he has a sweet tooth and he is convinced that Pantalone has something to do with it (probably the ninth trying to gain his favour for a new gadget to sell)
Reader: sweating in the background.
Wait no I got pavlov's experiment mixed up: It would be more accurate to say that since Dottore keeps receiving sweets when he's angry - he starts to subconsciously expect sweets when he's frustrated.
Which is even funnier because imagine how confused he'd be. He's stressing about failed results, why is he salivating???
OH MY GOSH... THIS IS LIKE THE FUNNIEST AND CUTEST THING EVER AHH!! When you work for someone such as Il Dottore, it is important to stick together with your fellow co-workers. Because you never know what will happen. And also, you don't really want to be carrying your new friend's dead body to the experimentation room. So it's important to look out for each other every now and then. This includes distracting the Harbinger's attention in any way possible from the target of his assault. Even if it means sneaking sweets into the lab. Yes, it is truly terrifying work, but it is necessary, especially when you were so kind to bestow this protection upon them.
THE WHOLE ASS CHARCOAL CAKE IS WHAT MAKES ME DIE... 😭 Was he really so caught up in his ranting that he didn't notice it? Actually, never mind that, how did they know he likes sweets, much less prefers Sumerian sweets compared to any other nation? All the agents have the exact same poker face, betraying absolutely nothing, for their lives are genuinely on the line right now. It was all riding on this Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake. Yes, this was 100% serious.
Ugh... if i was a regular agent think i'd rather die than present the OMEGA segment of all a piece of candy. The courage it'd take is insane. But oops. The other agents knew from that day they needed to be more careful with their tactics... yes, they have to add this to the handbook now. 😭 I imagine, the method begins to be used sparsely because the segments are not going to let their reputation be dumbed down to the guys who can be won over by mere sweets. Nope, not happening, they should be feared! Not known to the Fatui as being a sweets lover! So subduing the segments with sweets only happens on very violent days. Or if you happen to be in the room, you'll happily take the sweets offered by the agents and share them with the segment to make him calm down.
EBWKBEWEW DOTTORE BLAMING PANTALONE FOR ALL HIS PROBLEMS!! 😭 ah he would, despite how smart he is, it just completely slips his mind that you could have done this as well. Oh well! You just hope he doesn't find out! *nervous sweating intensifies*
Teehee him stressing not only over his failed results but his sudden urge to devour some sweets... it's really annoying for him though, usually, he ignores his growling stomach for a long time but, the taste of sweets is just haunting him and his tastebuds.
Maybe if he asks you, you can make some that lasts a few days... because at this rate, he expects to be thinking about sweets for a while with how poorly his experiments are going.
#smooches talks#dottore love notes <3#i read this before my final and i just. 🥹🥹 smiled SO HARD.#WKFBEKBF ITS JUST SO SWEET!! I LOVE IT!!#also not me having to google what pavlov's experiment was bye 😭😭.
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Clone Craze
Bottom!FTM Dottore (& Clones) x Top!Masc Reader
{Request} | No AFAB Language Used
HALF 1: Threesome (Clones + Reader), Face Sitting, Overstimulation, Reader Has Two Dicks, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal
HALF 2: Double Penetration, Choking, Biting, Creampie
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"I don't have time for you right now, go bother my clones." Dottore pushes you off of him. He's especially prickly when he's focused on an experiment.
You sigh. "Alright, have fun." You drag a pair of clones to your room.
"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.
"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.
All of you quickly get naked, your hard lengths making both of his clones drool. Dottore had experimented on you for a while, the results being having two equally long dicks and a higher sex drive. He only regrets the ego boost it gave you, your constant teasing and slut shaming was annoyingly attractive.
You watch them argue and bicker about who gets to take your dicks first, you stop them before it turns into a cat fight.
"Both of you will have your turn." You pull them away from each other, coincidentally leaving one clone closest to your crotch.
Popping open a convenient bottle of lube, the clone pours a generous amount of it on his hand and ass, pushing two fingers inside as he leans down to suck you off. He slobbers over one of your cocks, his free hand jerking off the other one. He fingers open his already well stretched hole diligently, very excited to take you. All of you.
You bring the other clone into a kiss, taking a hand down in between his legs and teasing his aching sex. He whines into your mouth and grabs your wrist, wordlessly telling you to stop teasing him.
You slip two fingers inside him slowly, curling your fingers up at the perfect spot.
Meanwhile, the other Dottore slowly lowers himself onto you. Grinning widely as both of your lengths push into his hole. Just the entrance is almost enough to make him come.
He drips pre cum onto your lower abdomen, whining loudly about how you'll tear him apart.
The other clone hisses at him, jealous that he only gets your fingers because of the other's selfishness. You pick him up by his waist and sit him down on your face. He excitedly grinds down, arching his back and moaning in ecstasy as your mouth gets to work on eating him out.
The clones take their time riding both halves of you, getting their equal amount of getting fucked by both your cocks and your mouth.
One of them passes out after its fourth orgasm but the other is still going, riding your cocks like it'll never get this opportunity again. Which is very likely.
Prime Dottore enters the room, assuming you'd be done by now. He looks at you and his clone with disdain and jealousy, the way your looking at it and holding it pisses him off greatly.
He throws his mask to the floor and stomps over to you two and forces his clone off of you. "Had your fun, huh?"
"You wanted me to do this, Zandik." You smile, pulling him onto the bed and quickly ridding him of his clothes. "How can you be jealous of yourself? Hm?"
"It's- No- I'm not jealous."
"Aren't you? You know you get rewards for honesty." You tower on top of him and stretch him open. "C'mon, don't you want me to stuff you full tonight? Or are you going to keep your pride and get fucked by just my fingers?"
"...Fuck. I was jea- jealous, okay? You're insufferable." He looks to the side, cheeks flushing pink.
"Good boy." You pull your fingers out. "You want both of my cocks don't you? Say it."
"I...I want both."
"Of what?" You smirk, your teasing voice pissing him off.
"Ugh.." Dottore sighs, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "I want both of your..cocks inside me."
"You're being so good for me today." You brush his hair back and kiss his forehead. Dottore grabs the sides of your arms and pushes you onto your back.
"Next time, you're just going to have to deal without me." Dottore lowers himself down onto you. "I'm the only one you can fuck. Got it?"
You grip his ass. "Got it. You're so cute when you're jealous."
He ignores you and arches his back, moaning when you're fully inside him. Every time you bottom out in him it sends electricity throughout his body, his mind has to take a moment to process it.
When he does, he grips your neck both for balance and to choke you. "Yo- your body is mine—" He moans.
He bounces up and down on your lengths, feeling pure bliss from having them hit the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him.
Dottore always looks so beautiful when he's on top of you, he has no reason to keep up a facade. He just lets himself go and moans freely.
And you always give him a sickeningly loving look that makes him tremble.
"Ho- how many times?" He asks, voice wavering. "How many times did you- co- come in my clo- clones?"
You bring up three fingers.
His body shakes. "You ha- have to- do it to- to me- too-"
You smile in agreement, why would you ever disagree to it?
Dottore gives up on riding you after his first orgasm, letting you flip him onto his back and fucking him until you reach your release.
You always wear condoms during sex because you know Dottore doesn't like the idea of feeling bloated or having to deal with the aftermath very much. He's already taken precautions to ensure he doesn't get pregnant on the off chance the condom fails.
He'll probably regret this later but for now, you're taking full advantage of it.
Dottore pulls you close to him and bites all over your neck, claiming you as his. You do the same, leaving hickeys and bite marks down his neck to just beneath his collarbone.
He tightens around you, more sensitive now, and whimpers as you nibble on his skin.
You usually hold back during sex so you can stay inside longer but you find yourself quickly coming a second time with Dottore following close behind.
Dottore rolls his head back and mutters. "One m- more time~"
You bring him into a deep and sloppy kiss while intensifying your thrusts, making the both of you lightheaded.
You two stay kissing for a while, parting for air but always going back for more. Dottore has his nails dug into your back while yours are in his waist.
The other segments have long gone but all of them can hear the loud noises coming from the room, they roll their eyes knowing they'll be tasked with Dottore's work while he recovers.
"Close–" You groan, gripping his waist harder and burying your head in his neck. Dottore bites his lip, body shivering with excitement.
Your movements stutter and eventually come to a halt as you come inside him, adding to the obscene amount of spend that was already there.
"Are you happy now?" You ask breathlessly.
Dottore nods before drifting off to sleep. You pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, you have no intention of seeing him upset that you didn't clean him up.
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Me & The Devil
*an alternative (and more toxic) version of the original
TW: dark content, heavy manipulation, twisted behavior, gaslighting, somnophilia, dacryphilia, proceed with caution
tags: switch yandere fem!reader, yandere dom!dottore, mostly proofread sry for any mistakes
word count: 4.5k
nsfw under the cut
a/n: this is an alternative version of the original which means some things are the same but with new additions and a different ending. both versions are equally fucked up.
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Who would have thought that you would be the one to bring Dottore to his knees? He would do anything and everything for you. No one can recall just when you managed to get him wrapped around your finger. You both were the objects of each other’s depraved desires whether either of you knew each other’s intentions from the start or not. It’s hard to believe that anyone could match up to Dottore’s level of twisted manipulation, but you did, deliciously so.
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You were always such a curious akademiya student; always off on your own and researching whatever you pleased. Your curiosity for the forbidden was becoming quite the talk at the akademiya. Your interest piqued when you found left over research notes from a previous student named Zandik. After asking around and getting strange looks from others, you were about to give up on your search for the man. 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. You were immediately entranced by his mysterious aura.
He didn’t think much 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 felt your heart race as your thoughts began to twist. You grabbed his hand, pretending to wince as though the pain from your fall was bit much to bear, “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 to which you tried to quickly hide what they contained.
Your reaction made him raise an eyebrow under his mask, “What’s this? 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, but oh did it send delicious tingles right up your spine, “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 setting your own plans in motion, “It would be nice to have someone to share this with. Thank you.”
You learned that the man 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. Initially, 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. Your shock morphed into secret satisfaction when you realized that you were getting the chance to act on your twisting thoughts. You gave him an innocent smile as 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 like that he did this. You wanted to be desired by him in the same way that you desired him. 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 and you had carefully feigned your worry about going home alone in the dark. You held back your giddy feelings and graciously accepted to stay.
Soon it became a habit to stay with him after long days of researching and experimenting together. You had your own sleeping quarters, which you had found to be a disappointment, but you knew you could turn this in your favor. Dottore was good at hiding his true intentions and the dark things he was doing without your knowledge. He was so careful to show you only what he wanted you to see. But he didn’t know you had been doing the very same since the moment you laid eyes on him.
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 had walked in with a dark and tired look in your eyes, dropping your heavy bag to the ground with a loud thud. Dottore tilted his head slightly at your demeanor, “Would you like to share what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His words felt like it had lit you on fire from the inside. You wanted to take what was just your typical tough day of study and craft your words in such a way that would keep you even closer to him.
You walked up to the table between the two of you and let out a dramatic sigh. You leaned forward, your elbows propped up on the table and your hand resting under your chin. You made sure to arch your back just enough to give off the appeal you wanted to portray and looked up at him innocently through your lashes. From there, you began to go on and on about how you wish you could fully pursue your true interests without interference. He listened to you intently; his eyes travelled subtly across your features, drinking them in. As soon as you finished, he told you to simply drop out and he would take care of you. You took a moment to realize your plan had worked and looked at him with such admiration when he made his suggestion. Your silence made him want to comfort you, so with his own carefully crafted words 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 acted as though you were mulling over his words when in reality your fantasies were running rampant in your mind.
“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 in such a way that made his heart skip, “I’ll drop out. Just promise me that you’ll help me pursue what I want.” To anyone else, it would have seemed as though you meant that you wanted to pursue your true interests in your research, but in truth, your strongest pursuit was him.
The smile on his face grew as he made his promise to you. If you could see the look in his eyes without the mask obscuring your view, 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. So were you.
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Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. You and Dottore had each other so caught up in one's web of manipulation. Both of you were none the wiser of what the other was doing. You acted as though you were dependent on him, letting him cut you off from the world. When was the last time you had been outside with the sun warming your skin? You laugh at the thought. Why would you care when you had everything you wanted right here? You would do literally anything to have Dottore all to yourself. You both kept each other close as he helped you get further along with your research. He gave you everything you wanted, no questions asked. He was oh so good to you. He never even asked for anything in return, to your own dismay...
It actually bothered you. Why wouldn't he ask anything of you? He could demand you to get on your knees for him and choke on his cock in return for what he's done for you and you'd do it happily. But he never did... You began to hint that you would like to return his many favors, but Dottore would just brush you off with a laugh and a smile saying that seeing you happy with what you were accomplishing together was more than enough. You felt conflicted at the words. They were sweet which must mean he felt something for you right? But you were also conflicted because you wanted him to just take what he wanted from you. One thing you failed to notice as the way his gaze on you would change when your back was turned from him. The way it travelled down your body, taking in every inch and curve, committing it to memory... It was dark and hungry...
You formulated a sly little plan in hopes of getting his attention. You reached up to grab a new test tube from a shelf that was just out of your reach. Making sure the little skirt you wore rose up to expose a bit of the roundness of your ass. Your breath hitched with excitement when you felt a hand touch your waist. A hard chest pressed up against your back. Hot breath on your neck... "Let me get that for you." His voice sent tingles straight to your aching cunt. Dottore had never touched you like this before... Your thoughts swirled in a frenzy in your mind. Fantasizing about him bending you over right there and fucking you senseless. You must have been silent for too long because he let out a breathy laugh, the test tube held in front of your heated face, "Aren't you going to take it, dear?" Your cunt clenched around nothing as you bit your lip and took the test tube from his hands, muttering your thanks.
His hands lingered, moving down your body. You tried to contain yourself when you swore you felt something hard poking your ass. Did he really want you as much as you wanted him? You wanted to look at him, see what kind of expression he had. You began to try and turn around only to be pushed further into the shelf, the spare glassware rattled from the impact. Dottore's sly smile that played upon his lips. The dark look in his eyes... Everything that was happening made your breath quicken. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh? Anything you want to share?", he was taunting you. He wanted to push the boundaries with you. You blushed hard. You were finally getting the attention you desired but you couldn't get the words out. He stepped away from you with a small laugh, "You don't have to tell me. Your face says it all." With one last smirk, he walked away, leaving you flustered.
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Nothing else happened for awhile after that. This bothered you greatly. Fuck... You were so close to getting exactly what you wanted, yet you had to go and fuck it up by being unable to speak. But with what had happened, your fantasies ran rampant in your mind. You felt yourself grow slick with arousal as you lay in your bed. You kept replaying the way he had looked at you, the way he touched you... You let out a frustrated groan when your fingers just weren't enough to bring you over the edge. You wondered if he was laid up in his bed fantasizing about you in the way you were of him. You let yourself fall asleep, frustrated, sexually and emotionally.
Dottore stood there over your sleeping form. His cock stirring to life as he rubbed himself through his pants at just how innocent you looked as you slept. You rolled onto your back in your sleep, muttering his name. His eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself with more pressure. You had said his name in your sleep. You must have been dreaming about him. Dottore lets out a groan of satisfaction. His sweet little student was thinking of him in their sleep... He pulled his heavy cock from his pants, pumping his length over your sleeping form. Little did he know, the slick sound of him jerking off and his soft deep grunts woke you. You opened one eye just enough to see his eyes tightly shut and his large hand wrapped around his cock. You wanted to use this to your advantage. You wanted his cum. Needed it.
You let out a soft breathy moan of his name, causing him to release all over your face with a choked groan. You did your best to act as though you were still asleep and simply dreaming of him. He smirked as he kneeled down next to you, tucking himself back into his pants. He admired how much prettier you looked with his cum splattered across your sweet face. Dottore takes his finger, running it through his release. Once he gathered enough on his finger, he gently pressed it into your slightly parted mouth. It took everything in you to not suck his finger and swirl your tongue around it to taste everything he was giving you. He hoped you would wake up with the taste of his essence still on your tongue. He removed his shirt and used it to gently wipe the remaining cum off of your face (much to your dissatisfaction). He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "Sweet dreams, little one."
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You woke up the next day with the taste of his cum still on your tongue. Your needy little pussy was soaked and aching to be filled by his cock. Images of Dottore touching you even more than he did that day in the lab up against the shelves, kissing your neck and down your body as his hands gripped your hips. These fantasies were eating you alive, but now you knew for sure he felt the same. Why else would he do what he did last night? You got up from your bed and make your way to the shower. Your clothes dropped to the floor and you let the water run down your body as your thoughts flood your mind. He consumed your life and you hoped you consumed his just as much. You were in so deep now, there was no going back. Not like you wanted things to end right when they had started getting good. You needed him. He needed to be yours. No one else's.
The days passed by and you felt as though you were going fucking insane. He made no new moves on you and things felt as though they took several steps back from the progress you thought you had made. Little did you know that Dottore was planning even more in his twisted mind. He was being so careful with his manipulation. Giving then pulling away. He wanted to drive you crazy and make you feel like you needed him in order to survive. He wanted your thoughts to be on him and only him. It didn't take long for you to notice him touching you more frequently. His fingers lingering as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt against his fingertips. He began pressing himself against you as he passed behind you. The feeling made you almost feral. Did he not realize your cunt was constantly soaked and dripping because of him?!
You made sure to dress a little more provocatively to keep his attention and his touches frequent. You were subtle enough to keep him guessing if you were dressing like this for him or if your style was simply changing as time when on. Archons did he hope you were doing it for him. One evening you sat across from Dottore, pushing your food around your plate with your chopsticks, caught up in thoughts of him pushing the dishes off the table and fucking you right there. He studied you curiously, wanting to pry into your sick little mind, "Is everything alright, dear? You know you can tell me anything. I'll listen." You snapped out of your dirty thoughts, looking up at him with a dazed expression. You rubbed your thighs together to ease your aching pussy, the frustration bubbling up to the surface, tired of playing fucking mind games, "What are we doing." He tilted his head slightly at your words, he sensed the frustration and wanted to push you further, "Whatever do you mean? We are research partners. I am your mentor. Does that not satisfy you?"
Your face heated up and you clenched your jaw. What was his deal? Didn't he want you like you wanted him? You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, "Thank you for everything you've done for me. I.. I guess I am satisfied." Before you could continue, Dottore cut you off, his palms pressed against the table as he leans over it, "Always so humble.." He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned in even closer to your face. Your expression a mix of frustration and confusion. "Too bad I'm not satisfied", his tone dark. Your thoughts run wild yet again and 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 swore your pupils dilated, your breath quickened, and fuck, you were dripping. Dottore thought he was so clever for everything that had happened leading to this point. A sick smirk on his face which turns to slight confusion when your lips curl into a smile. You looked just as crazed as him. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decipher just what exactly was going on. Before he could ask you, you closed the gap, slamming your lips against his in a heated kiss. Dottore gasped in surprise but it slowly morphed into a low groan as you gently bit down on his bottom lip. As you finally broke away, breathing heavily, he got up and quickly made his way over to your side of the table. He grabbed your wrist pulling you up and pinned you roughly against the wall.
The look on his face should have scared you, but it only served to make you even more wild for him. Dottore pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and caressed your cheek with the other, "What a turn of events, little one..." He leaned in, his lips grazing yours as he looked into your eyes with deep intensity, "You're not going to leave me. Not now..." He paused, his tongue flicking out to lick your lips, "Not ever." You let out a breathy moan. This is all you've ever wanted. Fuck, it was finally happening. You were practically shaking against him, not to be mistaken for fear but of unbridled arousal and desperate need. "I'm yours... and you're mine", your breath danced across his lips as you spoke. You rolled your hips forward to grind against his hardness. Your words and every sensation he felt with you in that moment made him snap.
Dottore tore open your blouse, buttons flying across the room. He let go of your wrists to cup your breasts, a sick sense of pleasure washes over both of you. If only you could see the deeply depraved looks you showed the other in this moment. You bit down on your lip as he pinched and rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingertips. He couldn't get enough of every little expression you made. He wanted to see more... One hand travelled down your curves and makes its way to your aching center, moving your drenched panties to the side. He tilted his head a bit, giving you a dark smirk as he gently and slowly pressed a finger to your clit, drawing a small, frustrated whimper from you, "Your little cunt is absolutely soaked... It's just begging for me to claim it."
Your gaze danced between his eyes, lips, and down to where he was toying with your swollen clit, "It's yours to take. Always has been." Your voice a mere breath, drawing a growl from his lips as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. Tears of arousal and relief slipped down your soft cheeks, your jaw hanging open in a soundless moan. Dottore leaned forward, licking the salty tears from your cheeks. Archons, it was such a disgusting act yet it made you pulse around his digits. "Did it feel like this in your little fantasies of me?", his tone was teasing and dark. A small depraved smile tugs at your lips as you let out a breathy reply, "This is even better." There was a glint in your eyes, a dangerous one, "I need more."
You pushed him away and a stumbles slightly, caught off guard and his fingers leave you empty. You didn't care so much as you were now quickly getting to your knees and fumbling with getting his pants undone. Dottore looked down in surprise. Everything you've been doing has been throwing him off. Did his careful manipulation actually work on you to make you like this or did you play your own little games with him as well? You smirked up at him as you free his heavy cock, pumping it in your small hand. He wished he could take a picture of how you looked right then. So fucking devious, as if you planned this whole thing. He was the one who was supposed to be playing you to get what he wanted... His thoughts were interrupted when you took his length into your mouth, a rumbling groan rips from his chest as he took in the sensation of your hot mouth and your your tongue swirling around his cock.
He gripped onto your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he began thrusting into your throat. You choked, your throat tightening around his thick length made his eyes roll back, "Thaaat's it... Take it." You felt so much bliss in this moment. Your object of desire was finally where you wanted him to be. Letting him throat fuck you was just too good. You felt his grip tighten and you knew he was about to cum. You fought to gain control again, pulling away and digging your nails into his thighs. He winced slightly and let go, allowing you to remove your mouth from his throbbing cock. Dottore narrowed his eyes down at you, getting pissed at the smug look on your face as you begun to stand up, "You're not cumming unless you're filling up my cunt." Your lips grazed his as you whisper, "Breed me. Make me yours, Zandik."
That was fucking it. Hearing his real name fall from your gorgeous lips was the final straw. Dottore grabbed you harshly, pushing all the dishes from the table and onto the floor. The sound of glass breaking was barely registered by either of you as he bent you over the table. One hand pushed the middle of your back down, pressing you harder against the rough wood as the other hand lined his leaking cock up with your dripping entrance, "This is going to hurt, dear." No words could describe the absolute fucking pleasure you both felt as he forced his way inside your tight cunt. Drawn out moans fell from both of you as Dottore sank deeper into you. Once he was fully sheathed, he gripped your hair tugging your head up and using his other hand to grasp your chin so you were looking towards him, "Open your mouth." His command had you immediately obeying. He smirked as spat into your mouth, "Don't swallow. Keep it until I tell you otherwise."
You nodded, the taste of his saliva sitting on your tongue made you wish it was his cum instead. He gave your ass a harsh smack and released his grip on your hair. Your head involuntarily thrown back in pleasure from the smack and your wet pussy clenched tightly around his cock. A dark, crazed chuckles left Dottore's lips as he grabs onto the fat of your hips and begins slowly dragging his cock from your core. With just the tip left inside, he pauses, making you wiggle your hips in desperation. His grip tightens, "Ah ah, you get what I give you, little one." A whine leaves your lips, but before you could make more noise of protest, he slammed roughly into you. His pace was unwavering as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, trying your best not to let his saliva he had given you earlier be swallowed or fall through your lips you were struggling to keep closed.
The way your gummy walls gripped and lubed his cock was highly intoxicating to him. He was finally having his way with you and he wasn't about to let this be a one time session. Depraved thoughts clouded his mind as he fucked into you, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix, making you cry out through closed lips. Dottore's thoughts ranged from impregnating you, keeping you naked and restrained to his bed, making you free use for him and only him. What made this somewhat funny in a fucked up way was that you were thinking the exact same thing. You were so desperate for him. Just the mere thought of his name made you insane. He was snapped from his twisted musings when he felt something gush down his cock on all over the floor. The absolute crazed smile on his face would be terrifying to any outsider, but he couldn't contain his emotions at the fact that he made you squirt all over his dick.
Dottore gripped your hair tightly yet again, yanking your head up to look up at him from over your shoulder. Fuck, you were so perfect with tears running down your reddened cheeks, your mouth obediently closed to hold the saliva that he considered a fucking gift to you. From that alone, his eyes rolled back and his cock throbbed inside of you, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum right up against your cervix. After letting his orgasm subside, he opened his eyes, looking directly into your fucked out gaze, "What a good little pet you've been... You may swallow." You swallowed the spit you had been holding in your mouth, not daring to break your gaze from his. The corners of your lips tugged into a sick smile, "Now you're mine and I am yours. You're never getting rid of me."
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a/n: the long awaited alternative version is here! i wanted to do so much more with this but it would’ve ended up as a short novel. hope you all enjoyed it😘
#dottore smut#dottore x reader smut#genshin smut#zandik smut#dottore x reader#genshin impact smut#yandere dottore#yandere reader#genshin dottore#genshin impact dottore#zandik x reader#genshin impact zandik
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Shattered hearts
Il Dottore x reader angst
Summary: In 3.2, Dottore takes both gnosis, the electro and the dendro, and ya’ll know all his segments are dead 💀; but what if this happened, Dottore made his deal with Nahida, but he made a exchange for Nahida’s assistant (reader) instead of the electro gnosis, the exchange was for the deaths of his segments, Nahida didn’t want too, but reader insisted; She insisted because she wanted to protect her hometown and Nahida. Nahida was sobbing but she excepts your offer. Reader said her goodbyes and went with Dottore. Two years has passed as you being his assistant; through those two years. Reader notices his routines and how he noticed how a nice and beautiful woman can change someone perspective; they both got fairly close; but the fatui are not on point with these new notices and closeness, so they have to take it by hand… (Also there’s an age gap in this AU, Dottore is 41 and reader is 28; thats a 13 years age gap, i do like my older men 🥺 also Dottore sometimes speaks in lab terms.) also also, i think Dottore looks amazing like this beautiful art that how he gonna look like in this AU and go follow the artist by the way they’re amazing!
Suggestion of a song I was listening to while writing this.
Warnings: deep angst, blood, blood lose, starvation, cursing, depression, soft Dottore, spoilers for Dottore real name (Zandik), deep guilt, character death, and sad ending
Word count: 5279
(Y/n)’s POV
“GET AWAY FROM HER!!” Dottore said
Everything felt heavy around You, the astrosphere of your surroundings were slightly blurred from the tears and crimson blood that was flowing out of your body, your chest felt like a burning sun was going right through you, (Y,n) tried to move her eyes to look at Dottore, he was being pulled down, by two fatui guards, he was trying to break there strong grip, but no budge, (Y/n) tried to move her hand forward, but got crushed by a boot, “AAAAAAAAAAA-“ the boot move fairly quickly to (Y/n) mouth to shut her up.
“Shut your mouth princess, we don’t want your boyfriend to get anymore feisty then he already is-“
“I will fucking dissect you and use your organs as fuel for my fucking fireplace if you, LEAVE HER FUCK ALONE.”
‘Zandik…’
The fatui member just laughed because he knows damn well, Dottore can’t do shit, they took his special abilities away, his knifes, his living space, EVERYTHING, the only things he has is what he’s wearing when (Y/n) and him first meet at Sumeru…
“I’m soo scared Mr Dottore, OH WAIT, your not in the fatui anymore, no more 2nd class fatui harbinger, NO MORE Mr doctor to be called, because you broke a rule!”
Dottore felt deflated because he just lost all his progress because… because of me, ‘why… did- why did i insisted. he lost everything, his work, his segments, and… just- everything just gone…” While Dottore looked to the ground, he then looked up, “no, I haven’t.”
“And what makes you say that?”
“I still have my assistant.” He looked at (Y/n) through his mask but his lips was quivering.
“Aww how disgusting… HEY YOU” the fatui member pointed at the member that was holding Dottore down on his left. “Take his mask off, he doesn’t deserve or have the right to wear that mask. Also I just wanted to see what he looked like.”
The left fatui member yanked Dottore mask off in a harsh way, he threw it across the room, “damn your a lot older, I thought you were in your early 30s”
Dottore just looked at him with burning hatred.
“Welp enough chit chat, time to put this sick puppy to sleep.
“NO!? LET GO OF ME!!”
(Y/n) never knew that a man that's been called a psychopath or a monster, can have so much emotion to someone. The man moved his boot to your arm, and faced a shotgun, right on the tip of your skull. The cold tip of the gun gave shivers down your spine, soft whipping came from your gentle voice and it frightened Dottore to the bone.
“No- no please I beg-“
“Wow, I've never seen such a sight.”
A deeper and much rougher voice walked in the room.
‘Captaino?!?’
“Let her go, I have orders to execute her.”
The fatui member moved his feet off (Y/n) and gave the shotgun to Captaino and ran off. Captaino saw how (Y/n) was trying to get up, but Captaino put the cold tip of the shotgun on your head again. And you paused.
“I suggest you don’t get up… crawl instead.”
“Why…”
“Do you want to die?”
(Y/n) started crawling slowly to Dottore, Captaino was watching from afar but he was counting.
“Stop— sto- stop please” to Dottore cry was out of this world. “Dottore… help-“ “sweetheart- please just-“
Dottore try to move out again, squirming to break free, Captaino was slowly walking up to (Y/n), he saw how much blood was on the floor, painting crimson all over the concrete flooring. Dottore was panicking because each time Captaino got closer, he felt like he'd be a nobody without you, "please pick me— not her- I’ll do anything- please!!!” Captaino put the shotgun on the tip of her skull… “Nahida… I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I failed you, I’m sorry Zan-“
“Shut your mouth, you rat!”
“PLEASE— please just pick me- leave her be-“
Everything felt more heavy, your body felt slightly colder than before, your eyesight is fading slowly, ‘please…’
Dottore POV
Dottore eyes were clenching shut ‘NO- NO- NO, please oh archons please…’
Suddenly he felt cold, frostbite cold, his body was slowly getting colder by mere seconds, he opened his eyes and saw a cryo vision, the right fatui member saw it too and tried to grab it but right when he let go of Dottore. Dottore snatched it, ‘I’m such a fool.’ Then he found out he can have fast cryo speeds and swoop up (Y/n).
“SEES HIM”
‘Fuck what else can this mechanism can do!?!?”
As Captaino was inches from the both of you, you both teleported; leaving an icy debris where they were at.
“Find them now!!!”
—- time skip —-
When Dottore opened his eyes he was laying on the ice cold snow, snow was slowly falling from the sky, which made him panic and stopped him from his calm trance, he sat up and looked below his chest and saw (Y/n). “Sweet Thing-“ he immediately checked your pulse and your heart was fine? You were breathing normally but.- he checked your stomach region and it was covered in snowy ice, “how long was I sleep-“ Dottore heard a whipper and look at your face, you were crying softly and he just now noticed you slightly shaking, “I-
“SEARCH, I WANT THERE HEADS ON A STICK, LOOK FOR THAT WOMAN’S BLOOD”
Dottore is sweating bullets now, he looked to his left and saw Captaino screaming for murder. “Fuck- ok ok.” He looked back at you with panic, “don’t worry I- I got you- just… Shezhnaya to Sumeru, just- *gulp* fuck…”
“There!?!”
His heart was racing like a wildfire, “just Shezhnaya to Sumeru-“ “KILL THEM.” “Just- FUCK- just Shezhnaya to Sumeru” Dottore was holding you tighter and tighter from each step the fatui took, “just Sumeru please-!”
Teleport
“They got away sir-“
Shot
The agent’s body fell limp to the ground, blood spewing out of his skull leaving a crimson snowflake to the ground.
“Dispose the body, his family won’t be very happy about the news. That he failed to do a simple order.”
— time skip —
Dottore was holding (Y/n) and Fell to the concrete ground on his back, “physics…” then he got a spear above his face, it was a Sumeru guard, he was shocked that he made it to Sumeru but felt so lightheaded and drained, “how the hell did you got here, and stand up!” Dottore tried but he felt like he was gonna puke, “please- I just need her to be at- a medical station or a doctor- she’s bleeding badly-“ the guard kept his spear at him and moved his head to see (Y/n) and fear was his eyes, “(Y/n)!?” The guard dropped his spear and picked (Y/n) up brittle style, and ran to the big green palace, “good- *sniff* fuck-“ tears ran down Dottore eyes, weak sorrowful tears that just won’t stop, he put his gloved hands on his eyes, to hide his shame from everyone, the two guards that were around protecting Nahida palace were shocked, Dottore just remembered he has trackers on his vest and boot, so his “fatui friends” would “help” and find him, he got the one in his left side of his vest and frosted it and smashed it in his palm and try to sit up again because there was one under boot, ‘“tch”, and slowly got up, and took it and frosted that one and smashed it, one of the guard’s from the palace; walk up to Dottore and point a spear to Dottore’s face, “why did you destroy those-“ “how idiotic can you simpletons can be, I destroy my trackers so no- no one get… fuck… hurt” the guard noticed Dottore was clutching his stomach region, “how did you- teleported here?”
Dottore couldn’t care less so he showed the guard the cryo vision, “a delusion?”
“No, my vision…”
The guard tried to speak up again but Dottore shut him up.
“I got it, from saving (Y/n), she was dying, and…”
Suddenly Dottore felt prickles in his abdomen, small roses spikes that were stabbing his insides, it felt like it was growing up fast, slowly going up his throat, “aa— *cough* *cough*” rose petals were coughing up from his throat, the guard was worryingly confused until Nahida came into view. “Leave.” The guard walked back to his post, “didn’t I tell you were banished from coming here.”
“Yes— but- *cough* I was banished from Shezhnaya too—“ “So you think you can just come back-“ “No—“
The prickles were getting to his lungs, it was hard to breathe, “I— *gasp* I wanted to save— fuck— I can’t—“ “CANT what Il Dottore!” “I— COULDN'T LEAVE HER- OK—“ Dottore was trying to breathe but couldn’t, with little strength he had he punched his chest to try to break the prickles, but that just made it worse, he just coughed out some more blood and crimson petals, his lightheaded head was turning to a migraine, “please— I’m- *gasp* sorry I took her from you—“ Nahida was shocked… hearing a man that use to have so much pride and thought everything was a sick joke; begging, begging for his life, Nahida sighed, and killed off the roses that she made his body, Dottore gasped for air and had some coughing fit but at least he was breathing again…
“When you feel alright I want you out, out of this region, you are banned from seeing (Y/n), i hope you rot in the abyss.”
And Nahida just walked back to her palace not even looking back.
Dottore laid on the ground for a while, waiting for his dear (Y/n) to recover…
— time skip (3 hours past) —
After he felt recovered, by using his cryo elements, to put some ice on his wounds, he waited by the stairs, while his wounds slowly heal, he felt so exhausted, this migraine isn’t helping either, he growled in frustration; he started to stare at his gloves again and put his gloved hands to his forehead, and a ice coolness cooled his head, a sigh of relief came out of him, until he heard one of the guards from the palace coming near him, “scram…”
“I should be the one saying That to you.” The guard spoke.
“…”
“Hey don’t ignore me. Leave and leave-“
“This region I get it…”
Dottore slowly got up, he felt dizzy, ‘fuck’ “leave!” “Tch…” and slowly walked down the long steep walkway, the sun felt hotter than usual, ‘I hope I’m not having a fever… Well lots of blood loss, open wounds, using cryo to close them up, having an awful migraine, and out of breath.’ He slowed his pace and made it to the bottom, food stations were everywhere, Dottore was breathing heavy; he sweating bullets, “fu— *breathing heavy* where’s a chair or bench—“ as Dottore was panting while looking downward , a woman came up with concern, “sir are you-?” While Dottore looked up just the slightest, she had a horrified look, “sorry- I must go!” Dottore felt miserable, ‘stupid face, stupid scar, stupid people…” when he felt less dizzy, he straightened himself up but hid his face with a hand when someone looked, he slowly walked through treasures street and passed the grand bazaar entrance, ‘damn this heat’.
Everyone was staring daggers and disgusted looks, he sighed in a shaking breath, and walked to the fence and leaned on it, two people were talking behind the blacksmith building and saw Dottore, and ran off.
Dottore just groaned in disappointment; ‘Not a single person is gonna help me, hehe , why wouldn’t they, I murdered countless of people, test subjects thousands or maybe even millions over the years, strangled men and women’, he put his gloved hands over his face, he shakily soft laughed, ‘how do you care for someone like me, you were afraid of me at first, but you just had me wrapped around your sweet little finger, showing the equivalent of love in a short while of time, how touch starved, I can be around you, I always wanted to try to get close to you but the law and the act in Shezhnaya is to not get close to someone, show no emotions, no love, just pure rage, and arson, everywhere you walk; you were afraid of Shezhnaya, terrified of me… but you stop being fearful, instead of fear, you were concerned and worried about me, why— why were you concerned about me, is because to torment me, to change my motives, for the good and not for the rotting evil of a harbinger’, his hands were freezing up slowly, ‘why— was it because it took me a year to finally understand what you were doing to me… how— you just…
No, no— what am I saying, you were a woman that got tooken away from your homeland, so of course, she needed someone else to talk to… and you just talking to me, made me feel vulnerable, haven’t felt that in years, being slightly immoral, can be so lonely and trapped, but you changed that, which— fuck.. god damn it!… Hehe—‘ his lips started to quiver; and he slowly turned his back to the fence and sat down on the concrete floor, he put his head back with his eyes closed… ‘What am I gotta do with you, oh (Y/n)…’
—- time skip —
The small nap was interrupted by there royal fucking guards again, “didn’t I tell you to scram.”
“Didn’t I tell you, I have no were to go…”
“I don’t care, you need to leave.”
“I can't leave this place that far anyway, I’ll be dead in mere seconds…”
“And-“
“I’m already dying anyway, I’m using my ice to repeatedly covering up my wounds, I feel unsteady when I walk, I’m just stuck here with no medical attention-“
“Don’t you have your own medical supplies, you are called the doctor.”
Dottore looked like he was about to murder this man. “They took my supplies at Shezhnaya and I can’t get any, because everyone is afraid of me…” he said while gritting his teeth.
“Yeah, because you're a murder and a freak.”
Dottore’s anger turned to disappointment because of hearing it again or just several times. “Tch” the guard left with annoyance, ‘just leave me the fuck alone… I’ll skin you…’ Dottore sighs and lays his head on his knee. After some minutes his stomach growled, ‘I can handle this later’ and rest his migraine away…
— time skip (the next day) —
Dottore woke up from his stomach growling again, but it slightly hurt this time, ‘hmm how long was I asleep…' ' he felt undizzy, his wounds felt a lot better, but they felt they might reopen again, if he doesn’t be careful. So he slowly got up and rubbed the dirt off, and looked up and saw the dark blue sky filled with stars, he looked back at the stalls and saw people still working, he walked past the blacksmith and went to his left, and arrived at the first food stall.
“May I-“ the person at the stall, put a close sign up and rushed to the back of his stall. “Fine.”
Walked to the next
“Can-“ and did the same thing but covered his shop up.
‘Idiots’
He walked to several others but they all said no, the last one was the bar and they locked it, before he even knocked on the door, “FINE.” He walk up to one of the tables and sat down on one of the chairs, it was more comfortable then, sitting on the concrete, he put his arms on the table and rest his head on them, trying to ignore his stomach even though it hurts, each time it growled, he sucked his stomach in to stop the pain, the guard from either was walking passed by and saw Dottore, he shocked his head walked away to his spot again.
‘Darn this body’ Dottore put his head back down. A couple minutes passed and a brave young waitress came up to him.
“Sir, you-“
“I need to leave, I get, but I can’t go anywhere, because…” he puts his head up with annoyance, “If I leave, I die, I have a bounty on my head, from the fatui, I can’t go to liyue, mondstadt, Shezhnaya, or any other regions, you can think of, because apparently I’m still fatui to everyone but I’m not.
“Why is-“
“Why you might ask, because a archon I made a deal with, to take her assistant instead of the electro gnosis, because I thought I NEEDED an assistant because all my segments were dead; so I did. And what did that get me?”
“…”
“A change of perspective in life…”
“And that’s a bad thing, why?”
“It’s not… I just… I don’t know, I lost all my work, because of a single person…”
There was an awkward silence. Not until Dottore’s stomach was craving for food once more, it made Dottore look away from embarrassment. She saw how he slightly tense up each time it craved.
“Do you… have mora?”
“I do…”
“I'll.. try to negotiate with my boss, and give you one of are menus”
Dottore looked back dumbfounded, “you're not scared of me?”
“No, well maybe a little, everyone knows what you did in the past was terrible, but you definitely changed, when you got down here you didn’t even attack anyone or hurt anyone, even when the other stores faked out they were sold out or they were closed, you just walk off… I saw you when you first walked down the walkway; when I was doing food deliveries…so don’t beat yourself up… I’ll be right back…”
She went back inside, and tried to negotiate with her boss. It took an hour in a half but she came back with not a menu but a well down steak, with potatoes and fish fries on the side and also put down a glass of water, “sorry, we argue for awhile, so while we argued I made a meal for you, I hope you like it. If not, I can change it.”
Dottore was so focused on the food in front of him that he forgot the waitress was there, he shook his head and looked at the waitress, “sorry dear, and the food looks delicious so no changes but here.”
Instead of giving mora he gave a gold coin, it almost looked like a gold nugget, but it was certainly not mora. She was shocked, her eyes were slightly puffy, “also this is for your boss, for hiring an amazing chef.” He gave yet another gold coin. He was about to pick up his fork, but she hugged him. “Thank you— so much—“ his body tense up, but she let go, “ *sniff* also you're not terrifying as people say you are; having a massive scar on your face doesn't make you look scary, you're actually quite handsome- well thank you again, have a good meal!” And she left.
‘I’m not terrifying’ he touched his face with his left hand, and touched his scar. ‘Handsome…’ he put his hand down and was about to eat again until he heard her boss cheering with joy from inside the bar.
“You're welcome.”
And started to eat his food.
— time skip (the next day) —
Dottore felt at ease, walking around Sumeru, less stares happened around, some people pity him, some of them stare with hatred, and some look with sad looks, the little waitress incident probably brought the whole town on a good note. Even some nurses or doctors ask for medical facts, which was surprising. Nahida was still a bit, spectacle on Dottore, so she made Al Haitham have a close eye on him.
While he was walking he was thinking back to what you said, when you both were at his lab.
—
“Why do you test on humans anyway?”
“To check what was their cause of death, to see their blood cells can generate more blood cells than any normal human being, to see if their soul can go into mechanical matter, or you might say a robot or droids.”
“Has.. anyone healed much faster than a normal being?
“No. Haven’t got anyone to heal much faster than anyone, I would say only archons can do that, not unless you kill them fast enough.”
(Y/n) kinda tense up from that. Dottore noticed this. And looked back on his notes.
“Sorry dear, I know if I frighten you but I’m not thinking of hurting lesser lord kusanali, or have her dead, I haven’t killed an archon in years so you're fine.”
“You killed archons.”
“Some but very few, couldn’t get samples. I was planning to help with my segments but that’s a long waste now.”
“What if… you found someone with that ability?”
He finally looked back up with a questionable look, “if I did I would’ve been more immoral than I already am?”
“You're immortal?”
“Not really, but I can age once every 50 years.”
“That’s pretty short compared to archons.”
“It is… but why do you ask?”
“Umm… I used to have a friend that was half archon, she lived half the life span as an archon does, but that’s still more than any other humans, she meant.”
“Is she-“
“She passed away years ago from a spear to the heart.”
“…”
“But she could've lived longer, if the spear missed her heart by some inches she would’ve lived, they said when she was comatose sometimes the only way you knew she woke up or fully healed is when it rains…”
“Was her mother, Amphitrite.”
“Yes.”
“And her father?”
“A human of course, but unknown.”
“Maybe… nevermine.”
And he went back to his studies.
—-
‘Half-achron…’
When he was walking up to the green palace to see if he could check on (Y/n) , it started to rain… it started to drizzle, but when he got closer to the last steps. It was pouring, his coat was getting soaked but he couldn’t care less…
“Shot it’s pouring hard…”
“Yeah…” Both guards said; they both walked back to the palace.
Until…
Door slam open
“Zandik!?!”
“Your- your a-“
Before he could say anything else.
She flew right in his arms, he had to take aback what happened, ‘you have wings, you have hydro vision, you— you're the half archon?!?!’
“I’m— sorry I didn’t tell you, who I was-“
“You were terrified (Y/n), I wouldn’t doubt you for telling me before either…”
She just softly giggled, they both hugged for a while until Nahida stepped out, she was frustrated, she didn’t even notice Dottore, , “(Y/n)! You're still healing-“ she saw Dottore, she wanted to stop him, but after she saw (Y/n) genuinely happy, her frustration cooled down, she had a sad but forgiving smile, she walked down gently. Little music notes each time she stepped, the rain was lessing out, to a soft drizzle.
Dottore looked down at (Y/n) and (Y/n) looked back, she had shuck a gentle smile, then he looked at her wings, they were like blobs of water, but as shiny as sapphires, gentle gemstones that can shatter in a simple touch. He put his hand through her wings, they were warm, “your hands are cold even through your gloves”, “sorry… still new to these visions…” “hehe”, her laugh was generally cute… “is your vision really next to your heart…”
“It is…” she made her vision glow; her skin glowed slightly where her heart was located. “I’m very fragile; when there’s no rain out; I’ll be shattered like a glass heart; lefted like dirt and grime; lefted like the abyss.”
“But when there is rain, your power grows like a sunflower, looks beautiful, when it consumes sunlight, but mellows down when there isn’t…”
(Y/n)’s cheeks blushed, which made Dottore chuckle; closed his eyelids and delicately kissed her forehead, “then I’ll treat you delicately like a sweet little sunflower, love…”
The drizzling was just near drips.
Click
Dottore's eyes shot and looked to the stairway that was leading downward and saw Captaino, he had a gun that had a large harpoon at the end of it, pointing at (Y/n). He moved her behind him, and the drizzle slowly went back to rain.
“Sorry to cancel your plans, but oh Dottore, we wouldn’t want your poor princess to be hurt don’t we…”
“Back. Off.”
“So demanding. when it comes to her, I wonder… is it because she is a half-archon.”
Dottore was about to speak up, but…
“Oh I knew from the very start; when she arrived to are quarters, when the harbingers and I saw you stepped in with her, we thought you were going show some murderest game, that was going to a irrupt, but we got it all wrong, that little glass heart was your assistant, how she hid behind you, when we had other meetings, I did some digging and found out that she’s a little straight angle of a archon, her other half is a mere human; I kept silent for so long, because i was wondering, what in the world are you toying with a half-fucking-archon.”
“…”
“Hehe, but you weren’t toying with her, your cold shivering heart, couldn’t seem to understand how a kind and beautiful sunflower can change your reality…”
“Hmmp, I guess that’s why they put me as the 2nd harbinger; I’m well known for my facts that… how should I say it… oh! That love can show more meaning than some garbage gadgets.”
Captaino was silent and pointed the gun at Nahida. He shot the harpoon at Nahida, Dottore put an ice wall before the harpoon could hit her.
“Clever… oh so clever…”
“Miss Kusanali! Are you ok-“
Captaino clicked something on his gun, and the harpoon grappled back, the edge of the harpoon sliced the throat of the Sumeru guard.
“Kaasska—“ the guard was gagging, crimson blood was pouring out of his neck and mouth, he was looking at Nahida for help.
“*sigh* So annoying…”
Captaino moved his left arm up and revealed the shotgun from before.
Shot
“See that wasn’t hard was it… Now.”
Captaino Pointed it at Nahida, but before he can shoot Nahida, Dottore teleported Nahida and the other guard into the green palace and blocked the entrance with solid ice.
Captaino growled with anger in his veins. “You-“
“Me what! You're not killing any archons or any more of Lesser lord Kusanali’s people.”
“Well that’s a shame… because… that half-archon is more valuable…”
“Tch…”
Dottore grabbed a hold of (Y/n)’s wrist and teleported them to the akademiya back entrance that leads to the green palace.
“Zandik?!?! What about Nahida-“
“She’ll be fine! Capitano is aiming towards you; as a rock of captain he is, he’ll do anything for that person to be dead…”
Dottore picked up (Y/n) bridal style and ran into the akademiya building, “everyone get the hell out of here! There’s-“
Captaino broke the door to the back entrance, everyone screamed in panic and ran out. Dottore ran next door to the library, he closed the door and blocked it with yet another solid ice wall.
“Everyone up the elevator now, there’s a murderest fatui harbinger in this building!”
Everyone went up the elevator, it was cramped but everyone got up… apparently they turned off the elevator so no one else could enter. When Dottore got close to the elevator the lower floor was wide open because the power was off…
“(Y/n)…”
“Zandik don’t-“
Dottore dropped her down the elevator shaft and blocked the entrance with solid ice before she could fly up quickly.
“ZANDIK!”
Her voice was slightly muffled because of the ice. The door behind him smashed open. And the man himself; Captaino, has walked in.
“am I interrupting something…”
It made Dottore fist curl, and he turned around to look at Captaino.
“Let’s just get this over with…”
“My pleasure…”
— time skip (I suck at writing fight scenes 🥸) —
Al Haitham POV
I ran into the akademiya, I looked to my left and saw Dottore looked like he was at his limit; Captaino looked like he was unflinched but with bleeding deep cuts.
“LET ME OUT— PLEASE—“
Al Haitham heard (Y/n) from the elevator shalf and ran to it.
“Al Haitham?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there!”
Al Haitham used his sword to crack the ice. “Cover your eyes!” (Y/n) covered her eyes with her hands, Al Haitham was about to break the ice, “damn it…” and with one final hit, it broke.
(Y/n)’s POV
When the ice broke, (Y/n) flew up, and saw Dottore, he was on his back, looking afraid and powerless.
“Well… it was nice knowing you Dottore”
Click
“Sleep Well… old friend…”
‘No—‘
Before Captaino shot Dottore with a harpoon, (Y/n) swoops in and got shot straight through the heart by pushing Dottore out of the way.
“NOO—“
Before Captaino would say selfish remark, with the last of her powers she used the water from her wings and made it to a thin line, to cut right through Captaino’s neck, it was like she cut through paper…
“Bastard-“
Captaino’s body fell limped and his head moved just slightly away from his body.
Dottore’s POV
“No— no, why—“
Dottore crawled up next to you. At the tip of the harpoon had your slowly pumping heart and the poor shattered vision was clinging on it, grasping for life but can’t.
“Zan—“
“Stop— I can fix this—“
(Y/n)‘s body was slowly starting to shake, her eyes were blurring up because of the amount of tears there were.
Dottore tried to touch her heart that was slowly decreasing by the second, but with little strength she had left she held his wrist weakly.
“Zandik- it's no use—“
“No- I can fix this—“
“Zan— just stop—“
Dottore looked back at her, then at her heart one final time; her heart stopped, her vision didn’t have that beautiful glow anymore.
“Za- remember when I said— *cough*
She coughed out some blood, crimson droplets dangling from her mouth.
“Remember— how I said… you can do so much in so little time— when you're close to someone…”
“Don’t say—“
“I’m— glad that I get… to meet someone like you— in such little time I had…
“Sweetheart-“ Dottore hold her right hand, “your— fuck— FUCK—“
“Zandik—“
“Yes- sweetheart—“
She moved her hand that was holding his wrist and moved her hand to his soft cheek.
“Stay strong for me, ok…”
“I— I can’t- I’m nothing; nothing, without you.”
“Zan—“
Everything felt blurred, her soft hand fell limp to the ground, her chest stopped slowly moving, her eyes was lifeless, her bright delicate smile was nowhere to be seen… Nahida ran in and sobbed what she witnessed, Al haitham quietly sobbed too.
“Sweetheart…”
Dottore had clumps of tears falling down on (Y/n)’s face.
“I’m sorry—“
Dottore slowly lowered his head and placed it on yours…
“I’m sorry— my little delicate sunflower…”
When a bird is alive... It eats ants. When the bird has died... ants eat it. One tree can be made into a million matchsticks... but only one match is needed to burn a million trees…
Circumstances can change at any time... Don't devalue or hurt anyone in this life... You may be powerful today but time is more powerful than you…
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I've got an idea, that I hope won't overbear you too much, knowing you're a tad bit stressed now, I wish you the best ❤️ I don't know if I've sent this already or not
Imagine young Zandik — the boy you see every so often, curious about you, freshly enrolled in the akademiya, seen as an outcast by most due to your oni attributes, he, although, as a researcher; found you interesting — thinking about you a lot, even though he saw you twice or thrice, eventually wanting to build up the courage to talk to you, inspect you up close and personal, see every mark on your body.
Thinking about it introduced a whole new feeling to him, he didn't know what it was, but it made him feel weirdly heated. His curiosity, eventually turning into lust, as he thought of all the things he shouldn't. You were so much larger than him, and he had the right to be curious.
He'd love your horns, holding onto them as you pound harshly into him, abusing his hole, your sharp teeth — sharper than his, leaving marks on his yet untouched skin
grr - 💉
BECAUSE. NO YOU'RE SO RIGHT. zandik would be so curious and interested into species he has only seen in books..
it started off with just curiosity, really. your big, long horns, sharp teeth (just like his! although just your canines), big build (does it come with every oni?), sharp claw like nails— he's so fascinated. people shouldn't fear you, those scholars of the akademiya are always so shortsighted with these kind of stuff. they should be curious! to research, an experiment. that's why he approached you in the first place!
oh but then you started making moves on him—grazing your sharp nails across his skin, making him shiver. giving him a toothy grin that shows off your sharp fangs. carrying him to safety in your arms when he accidentally sets off a rogue ruin guard whenever you accompany him in his exploits...
now he cant stop thinking about getting fucked by you.. to grab onto your horns when you suck him off so good it has him arching his back, to let your sharp teeth sink onto his flesh and making him bleed, to let you bend him over, fold his body and pin him down while you fuck him so hard he's seeing stars with your big fat cock 🤒🤒
hehe zandik and his big oni bf that he's obsessed with 😊
#» 💉 anon#THIS TOOK TOO RIDICULOUSLY LONG BC I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS FUCK 😭#im so sorry i am in tears#also zandik with ridiculous size kink >>#also fuckinh every monster he finds >>#HAHSGDHGD its just so trueee#it started off with curiosity#ended getting his hole fucked#as it should tbh#» asmo's thirst talks
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Dottore angst bc I hate my feelings
Read this Dottore fic with a part android reader, thought of this because ig I'm not allowed to be happy
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Everything felt cold before him... But somehow it was worse with the mad doctor.
"What's gotten into you android?! You've been acting out and I really don't like it."
Today I decided to confront Dottore about what I felt for him, but I didn't think it could possibly backfire this hard.
Silly me.
I tilt my head back letting out a soft breathy laugh, a single hiccup breaking it and tears falling down my cheeks.
"Don't you see it idiot?!"
He scowled at that.
"God I didn't exactly take you for oblivious doctor."
This time he stayed quiet taking a protective stance Infront of his nearly nude secretary.
"What's she talking about baby? Sh-She's crazy right?"
Dottore turns to the woman at his side, and shushes her.
"I have no clue what she's talking about darling, she is clearly malfunctioning. Don't worry"
I focus on her, but my gaze is soft, and non-malicious.
"Y'know, he calls me that too."
The blonde woman looks up at the doctor, clearly hurt.
I clear my throat. bringing their attention to me once again.
"I don't want to take your time, so I'll just say it."
I Inhale and look straight at the blue haired male.
"Zandik, I loved you. Fuck I probably still do somewhere in me. But I'm done, I cant look at you with other women. It stings, y'know."
Dottore loosens his grip on the blond beside him, but I notice.
"I hope you two are happy together, I really do."
"Does it sting? No question, but, I'll get over it."
He opens his mouth, but closes it when words don't come out.
"I'll be gone by morning."
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ACTUALLY SOBBING RN PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE SEND IN A REQUEST WITH AN IDEA OF HOW TO TURN THIS AROUND I LOVE HIM SM AND IDK WHY THIS CUTS SO DEEP BUT IT DOES
#dottore#dottore x reader#fatui harbingers#genshin impact#dottore x y/n#dottore x you#dottore agnst#agnst
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You dare post about Mamatore and not write her finding out about Anastasiy or Pants? Or even just interacting with them?
Anyways the mention of her "love potions" reminded me of Baba Anujka, who would sell people Magical Water/Potions to people to help solve their marital, financial and other problems, but, unsuprisingly, it was laced with poison. I don't know much about her apart from the fact that she's probably one of the most prolific serial killers of former Yugoslavia.
From this post!
I do dare, but only because I'm coming back right now with a BIGGER, better post about all the wholesome dynamics here!
(I will write that fic eventually, I need to get through all my new projects beforehand)
I did mention previously that Pantalone does meet her, however I never specified what he did or what she thinks of him. You see, there's a reason Pantalone is known as a charmer, and flattering Dottore's mother is a piece of cake. She knows she's not getting any younger, but having a handsome spry man like Pantalone telling her that she's as beautiful as the flowers she plants over the bodies buried in her garden? Oh, she's absolutely flattered, she can't help but invite him inside for tea, it's only polite... His complements are nice, and she hasn't had company in a while anyhow.
Pantalone, on the other hand, finds it interesting how similar Dottore and his mother are. She's as eccentric as he is, if not more so, and the two have a tendency to go on tangents about things they're passionate about. She in particular goes on about burials and ways to taxidermy bodies, her title was 'The Undertaker' for a reason. She's long since quit the business, but she often has the craving to get her hands wet, and spares no details about carving up bodies and stuffing them.
I did take a little creative liberty with Dottore's family name in this case, but I think that Haeresys would fit them nicely, definitely not a red flag that they're named "sect of heresy". And yes, Zandik also means heresy, to push the point that his mother might have more than a few screws loose (naming your kid Heresy x2 is weirdly funny). But hey, he lived up to his name, and she's very proud.
It's also very sweet (in a morbid way) to think that Dottore named one of his experimenting arenas after her. He still hasn't told her, it's a surprise, but he knows she'd enjoy watching the carnage. It was originally a birthday present, but things in Mondstadt got messy... he'll take her there one day, though. When she first meets Pantalone, she introduces herself and Pantalone has an 'oh, that's why Dottore named that one project a long time ago a really weird name' moment. He then proceeds to question why the fuck Dottore would name his torture dungeon after his mother, until she shows him the taxidermy of her husband in the living room.
Yes, you heard that right. She taxidermied her husband. Why? It's what he would've wanted, besides, he did take the plunge off the deep end after a while, it was only a matter of time before he kicked the bucket.
As for her relationship with Anastasiy, she's the most doting grandmother on the planet, always making his favorite food and giving him a heap of new clothes whenever he comes to visit. He's not very fond of burying bodies or committing several felonies, but he is very polite and sweet, so sewing with him by the fire has become one of her favorite activities. His fascination with ruin guards is also very endearing, and it reminds her so much of when Dottore was younger. He had the same toothy smile, but even so, she really hasn't put it together that he's not Pantalone and Dottore's actual kid yet. Poor Dottore gets surprised by the demand for baby pictures, which he does not have, and proceeds to make up a lame excuse that they got burned in a lab fire.
Anastasiy also brings her his smaller ruin creations when they visit, he even tinkered with a drone to hold her tools and help her with the gardening she's so fond of. It still hovers around the garden holding a small spade, waiting to attack any tricky pests that come to dig up his grandmama's carrots.
I did also base her off of Baba Anujka, I'm surprised you caught that part! Her poison business is a little side gig to keep the money coming, and she's grown good at hiding it. Her husband didn't suspect a thing, Dottore only catches it every once in a blue moon. They laugh it off, of course, it takes more than a few drops of poison to kill a Haeresys, though he's made it clear that if she poisons Pantalone, they'll have problems...
#il dottore#dottore#pantalone#dottolone#il dottore's mother#mamatorre#fatui harbingers#babytorre#anastasiy#genshin impact#genshin impact oc
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