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

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✦𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃: Il Dottore; Fem! Reader

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

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

✦𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: 2nd November 2023

✦𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: (◉⁠‿⁠◉)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were definitely not walking in the foreseeable future.

i woke up and got possessed by the urge to write the smut i wanted to ramble about yesterday. i have nothing else to say. you cant blame me for any of this. it was inevitable.

cw shameless smut, dottore x afab reader, brainrot rambling. he uses his fingers for a good cause °ᗜ°

working overtime was a chore. your bosses expected you to stay after hours to work on documents meant for the next day and you’d get judgemental looks if you didn’t stay in the office longer than you needed to. unfortunately for you, the knowledge that they might think lesser of you for not doing overtime was enough for you to stay.

apparently not many people shared the sentiment though, because when you finally look up from your computer screen to stretch your aching muscles, you’re met with deafening silence– aside from your shoulders cracking.

which isn’t to say that no one is in the office besides you, either. but you doubt zandik stayed behind because he cared about the managers judging him. he always seemed to move along his own schedule, placing more importance on work than relationships with… anyone. granted, it’s not like he was ecstatic to work at the office, but he was naturally good at whatever job the boss gave him. to other people it looks like he works hard, but really, he’s just doing the bare minimum. you don’t want to think that people are too dense to notice it, but at the same time you can’t really blame them; it’s not like it’s normal for overworked office employees to notice such little details about a coworker that doesn’t care for them.

though, ever since you and your cubicle neighbor got told off by the man himself, you’ve found yourself looking for him in crowds. when you take the subway on your way home you try to spot his icy blue hair amongst the sea of suits and blazers, when you attend office-funded outings at the bar you hope to find him sipping on the cheap beer they provide, and even now you’re subtly trying to catch a glimpse of him in the dim lighting of the office. your efforts usually end in failure, unfortunately- but not this time.

you always expect to see nothing but tired businessmen and women cramped in the subway, to see the same faces you greet every day of the week downing that cheap beer, and to see a myriad of black screens in the office.

you didn’t think you’d meet his gaze as he walked out of the boss’s office, completely inconspicuous but still harbouring that same aura of suspiciousness.

“you’re still here?” you ask before you can stop your lips from moving. sure it was currently three hours after hours, but speaking so informally to a senior could bode poorly for you at any time.

thankfully, he just chuckles as a response. but you notice how his lips immediately tilt back down to their original resting state, the lighting making it look like he’s scowling down at you.

“i had to take care of some personal business,” he says plainly, not elaborating further (and you think he would avoid doing so even if you asked). you nod, glancing down at your uniform to smooth it down nervously, suddenly acutely aware of how tired you must look. “well i hope you were able to take care of it without a… hitch,” you cough awkwardly.

sure you knew zandik well enough to not call him a stranger, but recently it seems like he’s been spending more time in your head than in the office. you blame his mysterious and brooding personality. “i understand why authors like to write mysterious love interests in their romance novels…” you think offhandedly, for no reason at all whatsoever.

his footsteps pull you out of your daydream, right before your mind drifted off to not-so-professional thoughts. pulling the rolling chair out from under the desk, zandik takes a seat next to you, crossing an ankle over his knee. you shuffle away to give him some space (to politely accommodate his long legs or to stop yourself from pouncing on him, you wouldn’t be able to tell).

“i appreciate the sentiment. but why are you still here? you work efficiently, i doubt you’re so behind schedule that you need to stay in the office for this long.” the words that leave his lips entrance you– the slight drawl, bordering on seductive, makes you swallow the saliva in your mouth. you shake your head, humbly dismissing his praise (though your brain buzzes at what else you wish he would say).

“i just had to take care of some… things,” you respond awkwardly, fidgeting with your fingertips as you avoid looking into his carmine eyes for too long. he hums, placing down the file he had been carrying around on the desk to cross his arms over his chest, expression unreadable aside from the corners of his lips tilting up ever so slightly.

“right. things,” he says, his tone deep, rumbling in your chest as your heart hammers into your ribcage. you’ve talked to plenty of coworkers over your time working here, but none have made you break a sweat from their mere presence.

“h-haha, yeah, things. um, how have you been? i want to apologize again for the other day, we really didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, we were just-“ zandik makes a tsk noise, “concerned for my wellbeing, of course,” he finishes. the ghost of a smile he wore vanished, leaving you with a feeling of dread and anticipation. “you’re not the only one looking out for your coworkers though, sweetheart. you don’t look too good yourself,” zandik says, raising a brow at you. you were all but shivering under his gaze, brows stopping the sweat that had started building up on your forehead from getting in your eyes. if anything, you looked worse than him. you barely register the pet name before he speaks up again.

“we can’t have you overworking yourself too much, can we? you’re one of out best employees,” he says your name softly, practically purring. the same thing you felt that morning came back tenfold– though this time you couldn’t possibly leave for a bathroom break to take care of it.

zandik approaches you like a wolf does with a rabbit, slowly and quietly, to reduce the chances of you fleeing the scene. he gets close enough that his knee almost grazes yours.

“what kind of senior would i be if i just let you go without offering any kind of help?” you knew it was a rhetorical question and he wasn’t expecting an answer, but you still try to muster up the courage to say something, anything.

“is there anything i can do to help?” he continues, tone sickeningly sweet, practically foreign on his tongue. but the more he speaks, the more you feel your resolve melt, the more he pushes your buttons until-

“you’re not very good at being subtle,” he whispers, placing the tip of his shoe right up against your clothed core. you keen, legs widening as if on autopilot, but back away into your chair to flee from the sinful sensation. his lips stretch into a grin, the same expression you played on repeat in your mind when you got off a night ever since he confronted you and your coworker.

“don’t run away now. your body is practically begging for me to touch you,” he coos, extending his slender leg to press his polished shoe right up into you again, pulling a whine out of your lips. you lick your lips and swallow the lump in your throat, scrambling to say something to save your dignity.

“y-you don’t know that. are you a… doctor or something?” you huff, trying to steady your breathing. he slides his foot up and down your panties, pencil skirt riding up the more you widen your legs. zandik laughs under his breath, eyes narrowing at you for a split second.

“yeah, i am. that’s what i do as a second job. i run an underground hospital and run unethical tests on desperate patients.” the words roll over you like drops of water on a chinchilla– even if you did listen to him though, you wouldn’t have believed him. “that’s why i can tell that your heart is pounding. that’s why i can tell that you want this,” he coos, leaning forward ever so slightly. you buck your hips unconsciously, chasing the feeling he oh so graciously was giving you.

“that’s not- mngh, ‘m not a pervert,” you whimper, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your lewd expression. zandik only laughs at you, pulling back to stand up and lean over you, his lips right next to your ears.

he places a hand on your thigh, the other going between your legs to rub at your drenched panties. “oh but you are. getting this wet when i’ve barely done anything to you,” he purrs, middle finger gliding up to tease your clit. “just want me to take you right here, huh? my my, you’re so desperate.”

if you hadn’t taken care of your needs you would have come already, but even then you were still teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. his calloused, slender fingers slide up and down, teasing your clothed hole as it flutters around nothing. you try to close your legs to keep his hand steady but he swiftly brings one knee up to rest on the chair, keeping your legs spread. zandik takes ahold of your wrist with his free hand and pulls your arm away from your face as you turn your head away to hide.

“oh no you don’t,” he hisses as he grabs your face with one hand, cheeks squishing together to turn your head back to face him. “you’re going to look at me when you come.” your eyes flutter, thighs twitching as the coil in your lower abdomen threatens to snap. your gaze flickers down between your legs to watch his deft fingers toy with you, then drag up to look at the tent in his slacks. zandik tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“are you fucked dumb already? i said don’t look away,” he hisses, eyes narrowing at you as he pulls your ruined underwear to the side to slide two fingers into your cunt. you squeal at the stretch, but you were so wet that you didn’t feel more than a pinch before you started moaning freely again. his thumb rubs tight circles over your clit as his middle and ring fingers pump into you earnestly. he curls them up to prod at the spongy spot inside of you, and your eyes roll back momentarily from the sensation.

“come on, i can tell you’re close sweetheart,” he coos, lips ghosting over yours, just away from reach. you whine and moan, hands gripping his flexing forearms as you feel your body lose control.

the sound of your pussy squelching in the otherwise quiet office throws you over the edge, your vision going white as you just barely make out zandik’s face while he makes you ride out your orgasm, adding a third finger inside of your cunt to stuff you full. all of his fingers stop but his thumb, still rubbing your sensitive clit as you twitch and jolt in pleasure.

“thaaat’s it, that’s my girl, ride it out,” he purrs, grinning down at you with a smug laugh. “took me so well,” zandik praises, curling his fingers up inside your used cunt. you thrash weakly, letting out a muffled ”‘s too much”. he continues for a few seconds before letting go of your face and pulling out his fingers slowly, looking down to admire the slick covering his hand.

“mmh, made a mess. gonna clean it up?” he asks coyly, bringing his hand up to your lips. you waste no time to lick it off, brows furrowing at the tangy taste. he pulls his hand away to lick it himself, holding eye contact with you as he goes over where you just cleaned him off. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight.

while you shut your eyes for a moment to catch your breath, he grabs a few tissues from the box on your desk and cleans the mess between your legs, pressing down on your aching clit on purpose to make sure you don’t fall asleep. you jolt, whimpering as you glare weakly at him, earning yourself a chuckle from the man between your legs.

“i hope you don’t think this is a one-time fling,” he whispers, tossing the used tissues in the bin under your desk. zandik pulls the edge of your skirt down to cover your messy thighs and straightens up, turning to leave. he palms his bulge, holding eye contact with you as you stare at his hand, feeling yourself get wet again.

“see you tomorrow.”

KINKOTBER 2023

a/n : this is my first Kinkotber project so I wouldn’t be doing too many ( I’m not overworking myself ) so I’m doing few for this year .

E rating = disturbing scenarios / themes

SPANKING — Dottore

Your “doctor” boyfriend has noticed you’re been hanging out with his clones a lot more than him , he refuses to tell you he’s jealous , but you’ll figure out some other way…

───── October 01

MIRROR SEX — Pantalone

You’re feeling insecure about your looks lately , and no matter how much Pantalone tries to cheer you up and make you forget other’s opinions about you , they always fails. Maybe a good look in the mirror will help .

───── October 14

OVERSTIMULATION — Ayato

Your lover have been distancing himself from you due to work , and your sex life have been decreasing , but he seemed to notice your worry and make tonight special .

───── October 21

HATE SEX — Childe/Ajax

You despised him. always trying to fight your father , and he hates you for always stopping him from fighting the first harbinger. Your tiny body should get in checked .

───── October 28

TOYS — Albedo E

Your boyfriend left for a alchemy research in Sumeru for a week , you were holding up together until the fourth day . Your toy was so deep you didn’t notice your boyfriend coming home early..

───── October 31

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hi, i I have order~ I was curious... And what if Dottore invited the creator on a date, and other harbingers are shocked and jealous and try to take her away from Dottore (Plantonic Pulchinela, the rest all romantic)

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Dottore asks.

"I would lo-" You said before someone cut you off.

"Absolutely not! She is too young! " Pulcinella yells.

You were his only unwilling granddaughter, and he is a loyal follower. Despite the fact that you're 18, he sees you as a young lady who he needs to take care of and protect.

"Are you sure you want to go out with him? You are aware about his experi-" Colombina was about to say before Dottore cut her off.

The other harbingers had tried to read off lists of reasons as to why going on a date with Dottore was a bad idea, but you're determined and in love. So, the date was scheduled and the other planned ways to ruin it. Mostly because the ones who loved you were jealous.

The plan for your date was to go to dinner, then a botanical garden, and then finally have a kiss under the moonlight. So naturally Pierro piled so much work on Dottore that he was an hour late to dinner.

"Pierro gave me extra work my dear, I am so sorry I was late," Dottore says as he apologizes to you.

You accept his apology and order . You noticed something about the waiter but you didn't know what.

The waiter is Scaramouche. He takes the drinks to your table... and spills drink on both of you.

You both clean yourselves up and wait for food, only for Scaramouche to once again spill something on you both, this time it was food. You both were pissed about the awful service. Meanwhile in a bush, Childe is spying on the event through binoculars and giving a thumbs up at Scara's actions. When you told the "waiter" the problem you had, he told you to "grow the hell up,".

Dottore was plotting the death of this "waiter" while you sat in shock at the rude response. The anger you both had you the two of you leave the restaurant.

Your next stop was the botanical gardens, and this is were Pulcinella comes in. He plays up the old man act. Loudy asking you to tell him about the plants and telling you to do your job when you say no.

"What are you talking about young lady? You clearly work here, how else would you know so much about the flowers here?" He asks in a belligerent tone.

Dottore leads you by the arm, but Pulcinella follows you both. By this point he was planning revenge against Pulcinella.

After you two outrun Pulcinella, you run into Childe and Arlecchino. Childe is extra loud when he starts trying to annoy you both into leaving. Arlecchino just watches him to make sure nothing to bad happens. The garden is big, the some harbingers are spread out just to keep ruining the date.

Eventually, Dottore leads you out of the garden and takes you back to the palace.

"I'm sorry the date was ruined," he says.

"It wasn't ruined sure there were some unpleasant moments and people, but it was still the best date I've ever had," you tell him.

He moves closer to you, and you do the same. Both closing your eyes you lean towards each other for a kiss, then you feel something stopping you from moving forward any more. When you open your eyes, Capitano and Pierro and using their arms to keep you and Dottore apart. Sighing you walk back to you room.

Certian harbingers celebrate the fact that they stopped you and Dottore from kissing... except they don't know you lead him to your room where you both shared a kiss.

"I'm Bored...What's This?"

♡♡-Request: Reader is dating Dottore (and segments). You accidentally drink an aphrodisiac and ask for their help.

Content: fem!reader, aphrodisiac, multiple dicks (three), bj, p in v, handjob, nipple play, mention of being filled, mentions of needles

"I'm bored," you announced. Legs dangling off the desk you were currently sitting on. You fiddled with a pen that was lying on the surface. A deep chuckle came from your right. "Is that so? That's too bad." Dottore said without pause, his eyes glancing up at you before returning back to his notes. You pouted. Eyes slowly turning to the other two segments currently in the room. 

"Apologies, we're busy too." The first segment said, hand wrapped around the other's arm as he slipped a needle into his veins. 

"No fair," you pouted again, hopping off the table. If they wouldn't pay attention to you then, you'd just find something to do. With newborn curiosity, you walked around the lab. Picking up random things, looking them over before ultimately setting it down. There were so many things in this lab and yet you couldn't find anything! You decided to check the fridge, your last attempt at soothing your need for something to do. The door clicked open as you looked, pushing aside various vials and jars until you found one. The liquid was pink in color and honestly, looked kind of cool. So without really thinking, you opened the lid and took a sniff. Strawberries? Even more curiosity burned in your veins as you brought it to your lips, taking a tentative sip. 

The taste? You honestly had tasted nothing like it and drank some more before you put it back. Not wanting to get in trouble with your lovers. 

About an hour later, heat settled in your skin. Sweat beaded at your brows as you fanned yourself with your shirt. It took them a few minutes to notice your state, Dottore immediately understood. With a sigh, he fixed up his papers. "Did you drink something from the fridge?" You looked away, your body starting to writhe against the chair. "N-No…" you sighed out a moan, immediately covering your lips. He clicked his tongue. "You did." Dottore shook his head, leaning back in his chair, hands folded on his lap. The other two watched, with heated and lidded eyes but made no attempts to move. 

You sat in your chair, moaning and pressing your thighs together before you eventually begged. For them to help you. It was so hot, you were so wet. You needed them. 

"How could we refuse?" Dottore purred. 

Now you were spread out on his desk, eyes misted over as you worked at his dick. Slurping and sucking as your hand took what length you couldn't cover. Your legs pressed towards your chest, the first segment slotted himself in between your thighs. Pushing all the way before fucking in and out of you. Your pussy spasmed around him, pulling him in deeper. The second segment stood at your side, tongue gliding along your nipple as your other hand worked at his dick. Obscene sexual noises echoed in the lab. Heat was pooling in your stomach again, even if you'd cum three times already. 

A high pitched whine vibrated around Dottore's length as you gushed around the other's dick. 

Your eyes are still begging for more. This is what happens when you're bored and accidentally drink an aphrodisiac.

That night, you were left with all your holes overfilled with cum. Leaking.

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revenge is sweet. / dottore x f! reader

info: you trick dottore into inhaling aphrodisiac, however that goes bad for you..

this content includes: DARK CONTENT, drugging, NONCON, porn w/o plot, syringes, use of scalpel, forced kissing, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, mating press, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, bleeding, pregnancy mention lmaoo im not actually sure if what i said abt the position is correct :')

note: one of my drafts got deleted so i made this instead. this was kinda rushed.

any reblogs/support is accepted!! :)

"How did this happen?" He hissed, as he dropped the syringe on the floor. You look up to see his face, flushed red. He looked like a mess, it seemed your plan worked.

He turned away from you, but was unable to hide his erection. Though, as he turned back - he noticed your smug expression. Your smile could not get any wider as you see him practically fuming. It's like he has smoke coming out of his ears like those typical cartoons.

"Hah? So it was your doing? How stupid of me to get tricked by a labrat like you. That's fine, I have another test in mind. Female anatomy is so interesting. Hm.." He spoke, as he didn't seem bothered, yet he was.

Your smile dropped immediately, as your heart did too the moment he continued, "I wonder if I could get you pregnant. A mortal, and myself... What would be the result?"

His hands reached to you, though you couldn't do much; being chained against the examination mattress. Slowly, he pushed your nightgown up revealing your naked pussy as he pretty much took every of your belonging when he took you.

"Wait– stop!" You yelled, but he didn't - he removed his gloves pushing two fingers inside you and scissoring enough to try and get you wet. He leaned closer, staring into your eyes as he forcefully kissed you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you let out tiny moans.

Your slick coats his finger, as you adjust taking his fingers. It was like your body was overjoyed at this, but he didn't really mind as you writhe and let out gasps and moans within the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, string of saliva connecting the two of you. "You taste delicious.." He pulls his fingers out of you, tasting your slick.

"I believe you're ready now." He hums, as he tugged his pants down, letting his leaking cock slap onto your stomach.

"No way, Dottore.. That won't fit– please!" He doesn't answer as he removes the chain, pushing your legs and practically folding you in half.

He pushes the tip inside your slit carefully, stretching your pussy out and he muttered, "We'll make it fit, then."

As soon as he finishes his sentence, he shoved all of his girth inside making you scream in pain. He had barely prepared you to take his huge cock, and you weren't wet enough.

You blacked out for a moment, until he slaps you awake, and in that minute you've blacked out he has grabbed hold of a scalpel, tracing it against your skin, cutting just enough to make you bleed, but not enough to harm you seriously. "So.. fucking pretty."

He thrusted in and out, as you let out gasps of pain and pleasure - your blood coating his dick but he didn't stop. He got faster and faster, as he licked the blood from the cut he made earlier.

"Did you know that the position we're in.. Is the most effective for when a man is trying to get a woman pregnant?" He groans in your ear, as he pounded your pussy. "Luckily for you, I'm close, so stay still. Okay?"

His thrusts got more erratic, as he tries to chase his orgasm. His fingers found itself on your clit, rubbing and swirling his fingers creating a circle motion.

"Please.. Hgnnh..~ Pull out.." You plead, but your plead goes in his ear and comes out the other.

"I beg y–" Your pleading was stopped as he forced an orgasm out of you, your slick coating his dick and stomach. You tightened up even more around his cock, making it impossible for him to pull out.

"You ask for me to pull out, but your body doesn't want me to. You're begging to be bred, girl. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want. After all, what doctor am I if I cannot provide you what you desperately need?" With that, he was balls deep inside you, filling your womb with cum. It was extremely hot inside you, whilst he rode his orgasm, his cum acting as a lube.

He pulled out of your cum filled pussy, as you felt extremely bloated. His white cum mixed with your blood. Dottore scoope the cum dripping out of you and shoved it back in, keeping you folded to avoid anymore of his cum spilling out.

He let you rest for a bit, until the five minute has passed - and he stood above you, his cock erect once again.

"What? Didn't think we were done, were you? It's only begun after all."

first post, woo!! thank you for reading. :)

My Doll

18+ Pairing: yan!Dottore x reader Tw: noncon, yandere, doll fetish Notes: dead dove. slightly OOC.

“Ah, is my darling awake?”

Dottore hovered over you, smiling gently. His heart swelled upon seeing your open eyes gaze back at him. He never tired of seeing you wake. He kissed you on the forehead. 

“Did you sleep well?”

You do not answer. It’s to be expected. After all, that drug Dottore gave you was a resounding success. Oh, how he loved being correct. It was almost as satisfying a feeling as his adoration for you. Though… Dottore supposed it’s quite unfortunate for you. You are unable to move now-- completely paralyzed and immobilized. You couldn’t even speak. The only thing you could do was look at him with those beautiful, emotionless eyes like water colored, glass marbles. 

Oh, how Dottore loved those eyes. 

The other versions of him loved the chase. They liked to see their prey squirm and struggle. But not him. He preferred his subjects a bit more compliant. He always thought subduing them took way too much effort to be any fun. It was a bit similar for you. He knew you wouldn’t be as willing if you had free will. It was honestly illogical. If only you knew the extent of his love, his fondness, his methodical planning-- you would know that it was better for him to control you anyways. After all, the Doctor only wanted the best for you in the end. Because of this, Dottore preferred you to be completely at the whim of his actions. You should trust him. That’s what lovers do, correct? 

He never understood love. In his many years of existence, he never believed he would experience it so he deemed it useless to strive to understand such a foreign concept. Then, he met you.

It was an unceremonious meeting. He'd simply passed you on his way to the Palace. You shouldn't have looked his way. You should not have acknowledged him. You should have kept your head down and hurried past him as everyone else did. Your eyes met his. He locked onto your gaze. In that instant, he suddenly knew what love was. Love was you. And he had to have you.

It was then that your fate was sealed-- and you were too naïve to even know it.

The Doctor sat you up, before making his way towards your closet. He rummaged through it a bit before pulling out a thin, white dress. He turned to you, beaming with delight.

“How about this, darling? Shall you wear this today?”

Silence. Dottore laughs softly. 

“Ah. I knew you would like it. I picked it out myself, after all. I do have a good eye, don’t I?” 

Dottore sits on the bed beside you, kissing your head once again. He inhales deeply, taking in your luscious and intoxicating scent. 

If he could bottle up your smell, he would keep it with him at all times. 

“Let’s get you dressed now, my little doll.”

Dottore lifted you up, leaning you against the wall. He delicately lifted your nightgown as he removed it. He does the same for your undergarments. He was careful not to harm you. You were so fragile --and he does not want to break his toy. He could actually be quite gentle when he wanted to be. And for you, he would always be gentle. Dottore pulled the dress over you, buttoning it up with nimble fingers before straightening it out. He could see the goose bumps on your arms as he did so. Were you cold? Now that he thought of it, this dress was quite inadequate for the Snezhnayan cold.

A small sacrifice for perfection.

Dottore dug into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a red satin ribbon. He picked up the ivory comb on your bedside table next to your bottle of pills. As he brushed your hair, he hummed a familiar tune before tying your long hair in a neat bow. The Doctor stepped off the bed, admiring his handiwork. He smiled widely. He couldn't help it. 

You looked so, so perfect. 

“I knew it would look beautiful on you,” Dottore simpered as he checked his watch. "Ah, I almost forgot..." He once again made his way towards you, picking up your pill bottle and giving it a small shake as he untwisted the cap and picked up one of the light blue pills. It could almost be mistaken as candy if it wasn't in its labelled bottle. Dottore carefully grabbed a hold of your jaw, squeezing your mouth slightly ajar. He pressed his fingers delicately places your medicine in the back on your throat, before closing your jaw. He watched as your throat twitched, signifying you'd swallowed the pill. He kisses you gently on the lips.

"Good doll," He cooed. Dottore sighed before carefully lifting you from your spot and carrying you out the open door. 

“Up we go. Let’s go now, darling. We have a lot of work today.”

Dottore brought you to his lab, setting you on his desk before preparing for the day’s experiments. He always brought you with him to work, even if the other segments teased him. He did not care of their opinions-- your presence was absolutely necessary and they were absolutely dim-witted for not seeing that. 

However, if any of those imbecile pieces of him even dared to look at you for too long he wouldn’t hesitate to cut them down where they stood. 

Dottore looked at you one last time before he began his work. Despite your close proximity, he hated to leave you. If he could, he’d have you by his side every second of the day. However, he did not want to get any of today’s subjects’ inferior blood on such a fine object. You would have to stay where you were, safe from any harm or filth. 

“Don’t go anywhere, alright Y/N?” Dottore winked. 

After work, the Doctor carried you back to your bedroom, bridal style. Dottore laid you back down on your bed, kissing you softly as his hands explored your body. He barely hid his excitement. He had been thinking of this all day--so much so that he was close to making quite grievous mistakes multiple times throughout his experiments. He didn't blame you, however. It was not your fault that you were so distracting. 

How could I not be captivated by such flawlessness?

Your breathing quickened as he groped your breast under your dress. His fingers twist your nipple, chuckling quietly when it becomes erect. He was pleased to know that despite your paralysis, you could still enjoy such stimuli. He does the same to the other, playfully rotating it with his finger as he looks at your eyes. They were a bit wider, now. Dottore presses his head against your chest. 

“Your heart is beating so quickly, are you excited, my doll?” He murmured.

Silence. 

Dottore’s kisses trail from your slightly agape lips to the side of your face, down to your neck. They become more sloppy as he ravenously planting kisses up and down your neck. Suddenly, Dottore leaned even closer, sinking his sharp teeth into you and instantly breaking the soft, delicate skin. He mentally scolded himself for damaging you, but he simply couldn’t help it-- it was if he needed to devour you. You were something to be consumed by him and only him. He greedily licked your fresh wound, savoring every last drop of blood and even lightly sucking it as if he were trying to coax more of that sweet, red liquid out of you. 

When he's had his fill, Dottore doesn’t even attempt to prep you, instead opting to penetrate you immediately as soon as his hardened member is freed from his pants. Your only solace is that he starts at a slow, methodic pace. Even if it was a bit uncomfortable, the Doctor relished in breaking through your tightness. Soon, your juices lubricated the painful friction and he quickly picked up the pace, pushing deep into you as his length filled your insides over and over. Dottore let out a soft groan as he gazed at you with ruby eyes. 

Sometimes Dottore regretted taking away your ability to speak. This was one such time. It would’ve been lovely to hear your lovely, lewd moans as he fucked you. But he digressed, the silence was welcome as well. After all, dolls couldn’t speak.  He bites your earlobe hard as he lets out a deep growl. 

“Look at you ...so beautiful laying there… all mine...”

Your pathetic body flaccidly lolled against the sheets with each thrust. You looked as if you wanted to cry out, but you could only clench your eyes shut, avoiding the gaze of your captor as he slid in and out of you. He could feel every groove and bump in your walls as you clenched around his dick. You drove him insane. He grabbed your hips as he continued to fuck you, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic as he felt his climax build.

You were his. His doll to dress and fuck and do as he pleased. You were his plaything and no one else’s. You would stay here until he broke you. Even then, Dottore would preserve your body and keep you in his lab. He’d pluck out your pretty eyes and keep them on his desk so he could always peer into them. Dottore groaned loudly as he finished deep inside you, spilling his hot semen in your womb. He caresses your cheek as you once again look at him. As he pulled out, he peered at your limp body filled with his cum that oozed onto the bed sheets. Dottore gave a contented sigh

You would always be with him. You would always be his. Forever.

“My toy, my little doll. This is how things should be.”

— dottore ;; voice + bf headcanons 💎

YNA HAS LEFT A MESSAGE ;; inspired by cal’s super goofy post about dottores voice LMAOOO (second / main account ;; @yoraely) @cxlrosii yw pooks🙏🙏

。tw ; kinda suggestive 。

;; dottore, whose voice would be the first thing you’d be able to hear in the morning and would already make you smile; and make your heart skip beats

;; whenever he needs you’re attention (in or outside of work matters) he’d always bring up a nickname or two before asking for a favor ; “sweetheart, would you be a dear and lend me the scissors?” (you could hear the italicization in his voice) — in other situations, during in bed (once you wake up, what ELSE are u thinking u goofies) ; he’d normally have this rich accented voice ;; “love, scoot closer, will you? i can’t savor the moment if you aren’t close to me.”

;; it should be canon that he has this italicized voice when he mentions a nickname or your name during sentences (fr)

;; he mutters sweet nothings in between kisses ; “god, i love you so much.”, “you taste sweet.”, “i hate how good you taste.” - or something along the lines of your lips tasting good. he’s obsessed.

;; during the times he’s been cuddling with you, he’s always resting his chin on your shoulder and would always lean his lips towards your ear to whisper one too many phrases to make you spiral in fluster ; “you know, i could take you right here.”, “i think you look good while i cuddle you close and under the covers.” :)

;; hates it so much when you leave his side in bed when you’re early to something but it’ll always end up in the same way; dottore grabs you by the wrist and pulls you down the bed and whines like a child(e), then he’ll list down things that could happen when you leave him in bed (so dramatic)

;; he says please ironically; “please. stay with me for a little longer before you do that commission?”, “love, let me treat you tonight. please?”

;; flexes off his muscles in unreasonable times and teases you in a raspy voice. you could be standing and finding a book to read for your studies then he’d be leaning against the wall and stretch his muscles out; “baby. look at what im doing and stop reading that book. right NEOW.” (he broke character)

Can I request #3 with Dottore? Maybe throw in a clone or two?

ME GETTING FLUSTERED AF AT THIS OH DAMN

Send me prompts from THIS list!

"I thought we agreed to share." he hummed as he came in. His poor little Y/N was stuck being fucked by three of his clones, each taking a different hole and overstimulating her. "Fascinating. She does look beautiful like this."

Y/N blushed as the one that had been buried in her throat pulled away, making her gasp and pant as she caught her breath.

"It's hard not to when she looks like this," Said clone mused with a smirk. "Can hardly blame us for wanting to use her pretty little body."

"Not at all," Dottore hummed, watching Y/N's cheeks flush. "You didn't realize I wasn't here? I need to train you better."

"Hardly fair," She whined, rocking her hips. "Especially when you leave me alone so long for your studies." She pouted cutely up at him as the other clones stilled, the one behind her watching her holes clenching excitedly around his cock and the one under her.

"I'll give you that," He chuckled, cupping her face. "Go on. Enjoy yourself. I want to watch you break."

Mr. Crazy and Mrs. Crazier | Dottore x reader smut

Warning: gore, human experimentation, dismantling of a human heart, psychopathic behavior Not proofread

You were just about the perfect being that he could imagine. In his eyes, you were smart, entertaining and downright gorgeous. Normally, Dottore wouldn't think such things about anything he didn't create himself, but you? You were different. You were perfect.

You were a very successful graduate of the Sumeru Akademiya's Amurta Darshan, some even say that you're the most promising student the Amurta Darshan's ever had. That was arguable. On the other hand, it was an unarguable truth that you were insane. You had about as much regard for human life as Dottore, or maybe even less. They tried to change you for some time, after all your knowledge and talent was definitely in the wrong hands considering your usual projects, which more often than not included human experimentation.

Obviously, they failed. When Dottore joined the Akademiya, he heard news of you, and he was intrigued. He searched for you day and night, week after week until you finally decided to see what his deal was, and once you saw his... creative potential, to speak lightly, you decided to teach him all sort of messed up tips and tricks, from the easiest way to disassemble a human body to reconstructing a human body with mechanical parts.

And that should give anyone the understanding of why and how Dottore was kicked from the Akademiya. When they learned of your cooperation with him, they were all but thrilled. In fact, they were mortified.

Dottore and yourself turned into a wicked pair, eventually ending up serving the Tsaritsa, but while he became a Fatui Harbinger, you just remained in the shadows, but eventually earning the rank number 2.5, as you and him practically came as a package deal. You continued working together for centuries.

Unlike you, he had to resort do different means of achieving a long lifespan, but you were always by his side to give him new ideas and help him out with whatever he needed. As such, you went from his mentor to his lab assistant who would sit atop a countertop in his laboratory and entertain him.

Fatui agents would often hear howling laughter coming up from the lab as you two were working on a new project, and could only imagine which part of cutting young humans up was it that entertained the two of you so much.

In reality, you could turn anything into entertainment.

"Why are you holding the scalpel like that? It looks like you're trying to use it as a chopstick." You raised your eyebrows at one of his most recent techniques.

"Criticize all you want, princess, but it's easier from me to cut at this angle. See?" He maneuvered around the current test subject's ribs, attempting to cut her heart out, having a prototype machine in hand.

"Or you could've just removed the ribs? Why are you so afraid to put the device down, it's not like we didn't sanitize everything a few minutes before starting this experiment." You rolled your eyes.

"But we always take the ribs out, and putting them back is such a pain."

"For you. I thought I gave you a detailed demonstration on how to reattach nerves properly. Also, how do you want to take out the heart with everything still in the way?" You crossed your legs, feeling that you've won the debate.

"By taking it apart, of course. The machine is also attached piece by piece, so the lack of open space won't be a hindrance." He grinned back at you.

"Excuses, excuses." With that, you went back to constructing some random trinket out of spare parts.

After a while, he finally managed to remove the heart, taking all the bits in his hand and raising them in the air victoriously.

"AHA! I've succeeded- oh shit..." He dropped one of them onto the floor. He placed the prototype heart down onto a sterile field, along with the scalpel before walking over to you. "Here, I shall give you my heart." With that, he dropped the dismantled pieces onto your lap, staining your pants with blood.

"Ew, you ruined my pants!" You grabbed a few pieces and launched them at his face as a payback.

"How dare you? I give you my heart and you just throw it away? Why so cruel, Y/n?" Both of you break out laughing like maniacs as you continue throwing bits of the test subject's heart at each other.

"Alright, alright, let's compose ourselves now." You said, gathering the bits before throwing them into a jar.

Dottore installs the prosthetic heart and sews the person back up, and after he was done with that, the two of you transported her to a cell.

"Now we just wait to see if the transplant was successful." You hummed in response, glancing down at your bloodstained pants again.

"Oh come on, those are just pants, Y/n." The blue haired man said with his arms crossed over his chest.

"But I liked these pants." You pouted. They were white shorts tailor made for you, and you knew that you'd never be able to get the blood out of the expensive material.

"Well I prefer you without pants, you don't see me complaining." He stepped closer to you, settling himself between your legs as you sat on the countertop. "And without a shirt too."

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him, and he eagerly kissed back, while his hands were already creeping up on your torso underneath your shirt.

"In that case, remove them, Doc." And he just did that. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, attaching his lips to your neck while you pulled your arms out of the shirt, tossing it onto the ground.

You moaned softly as he continued sucking hickeys onto your soft skin, working on removing the belt from around your waist. When that was done, he pulled your pants down, tossing them onto the floor before going for your neck again, meanwhile his hand pulled your panties aside and he started rubbing your clit with two fingers. You threw your head back, moaning when you started feeling a knot forming in your stomach, but then he pulled his hand away.

"Oh come on." You said, scrunching up your eyebrows.

"It's not fair if you get all the fun and I don't get any." He said before stripping himself of his clothes and going back to you. He unclipped your bra, pulling it off of your body and tossing it away before hooking his finger around your panties and ripping them off.

He took a breast in his hand while using the other to rub the tip of his cock over your clit, lubricating it in the process.

"Please just put it in." You whined.

"As you wish, princess." With that, he shoved his cock into your entrance. No matter how many times you've done this, the first few seconds always hurt. His cock was big by all definition, almost too big. The length couldn't even fit all the way in, while the girth was so thick that you felt like your walls were being thorn apart each time. He slowly pulled out before going back in, letting you adjust a little before he started thrusting at a steady pace.

You hummed in pleasure, feeling his veins graze against your walls, and it was like a little spark ignited inside your stomach every time his tip kissed your cervix. He continued thrusting steadily until he started to see signs of impatience on your face. Then he decided to speed up, kissing you hungrily before doing so.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth as he was thrusting inside you, squeezing your breast once in a while as well. You were a moaning mess, gripping his muscular back with your hands.

The way he felt inside you was intoxicating. You were addicted to him. Only he could make you unfold this way. The way he kissed you with such lust and hunger, and he knew all your most sensitive spots. He knew just how to reach that sweet spot that made you scream out loud in pleasure each time, and when he'd do that, he'd speed up and start thrusting into you at an inhuman speed right afterwards. You felt like your insides were being rearranged, while he just grunted into your ear, telling you how nice and tight you were, just for him.

After all, nobody has seen you like this. Not for a very long time, at least. And you were only the happier to know that you were the only one that he fucked like this, and the only one that he'd keep in his lap, cockwarming him as he did paperwork or some other task that would be way too boring other wise.

And just as always, now too he managed to time his release to yours, and he moaned out loud as your walls clenched around them while he shot his cum deep into you.

But he didn't stop after that, he never does. He waits until you get down from your high before thrusting into your overstimulated pussy for three more rounds, until there is cum dripping down from the edge of the countertop and both of you are completely exhausted.

Dottore then grabs you by your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, and he sits down on a sofa, where you both take a nap.

At times like this, it's not only the psychopathic hollering of two maniacs that the Fatui Agents hear, but also the way that he makes you completely lose your mind in pleasure.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAYYY !!!!!! <3

dottore’s been infecting my brain a lot lately so can i humbly innocently ask for dumbification + degradation with himmm ??? 🙏 maybe a smidge of dacryphilia ???2?? :3

my brain musts be fed

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day, dear❤️ Ask and you shall receive. I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing Dottore.

Dottore x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Dumbification with a sprinkling of dacryphilia and begging. Mention of reader being used (willingly) as an experiment.

Dottore's jacket rustled slightly when you writhed against it, falling silent. You were spread bare on top of his jacket, which was draped across one of the tables in his lab, where he enjoyed fucking you the most.

"You look like such a whore right now," his harsh degradation made your clit throb with need. You were too fucked out to even whimper, a line of drool rolling down your chin. "It seems I have already fucked you dumb with only my fingers. I'll make sure to make a note of this in the special file I have on you," he purred the word special, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

"Let's see if I can't wake my pretty slut up a little," Spreading your legs, Dottore licked his fingers before lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. As he thrust inside of you, he leaned down to nuzzle your neck. "or maybe I'll fuck you dumber. I'd prefer that instead," he whispered in your ear.

"... please..it's too much..I can't.." Dottore loved it when you babbled incoherently. It spurred on his thrusts, making them more intense. The fact you could barely form a coherent sentence pleased him.

Dottore took his time working you over. It almost scared you (in a good way) how he was able to control exactly when you orgasmed. Tears were starting to form in your eyes. He licked his lips when he saw them.

Leaning down again, he caught your tears on his tongue when they started to fall. It only aroused him more. "If you keep crying like that, darling, we are going to have to go for round two when I am finished with you."

You writhed desperately underneath him, mewling quietly every now and then. All you wanted to do was cum. Why wouldn't he let you? Don't you know it was because you'd started crying from pleasure?

"Please..." was all you could manage to feebly stammer out.

Dottore laughed softly. Cupping one your cheeks in his hand, he skimmed his thumb over some left over tears. He kissed you gently, a dramatic turn from how he was handling you. This was how he liked you best.

Could I request head canons with reader who likes to cook and clean and is basically like a house wife. Dottore and Childe please ☺️

(oﾟ◇ﾟ)ﾉ perhaps you can............. i did my best to try to make these not too redundant , so forgive me if they're a little repetitive sometimes. the tldr is just that they love their cute wife (you) shgjngfns ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff! domestic fluff!! talks of food, mentions of having a family, childe's part gets a teensy bit suggestive includes: fem!reader, dottore and his clones, tartaglia wc: 1,2k

-ˋˏ It’s a popular headcanon that Dottore has a sweet tooth and I’m here to contribute to it bc I’m a firm believer in the Man Bad But Secretly Soft trope.......

-ˋˏ You often find yourself baking desserts for him to eat when he gets home from work and, on the rare occasions that he’s home while you’re baking, you make him taste-test the dessert you’re currently making 

-ˋˏ He’s actually decent at baking (it’s just food science and he’s The Science Guy), however he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing it. But you do! You love doing acts of service for him, which is why you got promoted from housewife to personal-pastry-and-dessert-expert housewife (said endearingly) 

-ˋˏ Good ol’ chocolate chip cookies, maple pudding, red velvet cake, lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, mille-feuille; you'd make so many desserts that he had to buy a chef-grade refrigerator on top of your regular fridge to store them. Not that he minded of course, but sometimes he’d lightly scold you for making so many unhealthy foods (all the while being a hypocrite himself because he’s the one enabling you) 

-ˋˏ Has a mini fridge in his office full of desserts (and the occasional homemade sandwich, for variety). He always has to restock it because his segments always get into it and eat his sweets that you made for him 

-ˋˏ When he tells you about it you end up giving him two extra tupperware containers full of sweets that you insist he gives to his segments, especially the younger ones. If he doesn’t, you’ll just show up to his lab and give your freshly baked desserts to them yourself 

-ˋˏ Sometimes Dottore tries to bake with you, but you always get frustrated that he never makes the desserts look nice. He just takes up space in your shared kitchen when he tries to help; which you tell him that by staying out of your way he’s helping 

-ˋˏ You’re also the designated cook since he doesn’t really have any skills in the kitchen outside of knowing the technical stuff. The man is too busy fiddling with machines and organs to know about how to properly sear a steak 

-ˋˏ His favorite meal of yours is a simple steak paired with a good, dry Malbec. You’re always setting up the table when he gets back from work, to which he always hugs you from the back to greet you. One time you didn’t hear him come in and you accidentally dropped the plate you were holding (you made him eat it as punishment. five second rule) 

-ˋˏ On the rare times he works from home you insist that he doesn’t need to help you with chores, no matter how much he offers (which wasn’t that often to begin with, but at least he offered. like..... once). Instead, he’d get settled on the kitchen table while you wash the dishes, vacuum, etc 

-ˋˏ Some days you’d be in comfortable silence, while on other days you’d listen to him ranting about how irritating his coworkers are, or about how much he wants to fire some of his underlings because they’re “so incompetent”. Thankfully you can calm him down before he,, makes an angry phone call 

-ˋˏ You don’t get the chance to visit him at work that often, so you revel in the times where he’s able to work from home. But since you can’t go see him that often, it means you don’t see his clones either 

 -ˋˏ The older segments would refrain from asking about you (because you’re Prime’s wife, not theirs. he’s yelled at them multiple times about it. bro’s possessive) while the younger ones would consistently bother him about your whereabouts. He insists that he hates it when they ask, but inwardly he imagines how you’d take care of them. (is it to heal his inner child or to imagine how good of a mother you could be? maybe both, but he wouldn’t admit to the former) 

✧✧✧ 

-ˋˏ Childe would have been your housewife if he wasn’t a Harbinger. point blank 

-ˋˏ Buuuut, since he isn’t, he makes sure to take care of you. You’re always cleaning after him, cleaning him sometimes, and overall taking up more tasks than he thought you could (should) chew. Of course, you did it all out of love and didn’t expect him to owe you anything, but he’d feel bad if he didn’t help at least a little bit 

-ˋˏ So once or twice a week (depending on when his schedule allows it) you’ll both be cleaning the house and doing chores together 

-ˋˏ You’re both listening to music while sweeping the floor, reorganizing the pantry, wiping down the counters..... getting as much done as you can before Childe decides he’d rather have you sat up on a counter while he nestles himself closer to you 

-ˋˏ He always buys the best appliances for your sake since you’re the one that’s home most of the time. That one really expensive, cordless vacuum cleaner you saw at the store? He bought it. A duster with a retractable handle that can help you reach the top of shelves without you needing to stand on a chair to clean? Childe bought it before you could even ask. That really cute cherry-shaped deep dish with matching baking utensils you saw at the store together? He’s carrying it to your car right now 

-ˋˏ Though while he does buy really useful things, he balances it out by getting you unnecessary items. Like a frilly pink apron with Kiss the cook embroidered in cursive on it, or a soup ladle that looks like the Loch Ness monster but I digress 

-ˋˏ Childe is 100% a family man- so, as a result, he's thought about having his own family with you. After seeing you indulging Teucer and his siblings’ shenanigans, he absolutely wants to have kids with you and have you do things like read books to them, make them lunch to bring to school, etcetc 

-ˋˏ Loves to come back home from work to you, smelling the fresh aroma of dinner wafting in the air 

-ˋˏ He loves your cooking!! Can’t get enough of it, especially when he comes back from training and he’s all spent. Whether it be your homemade soup, a hearty meaty meal, or a pasta dish he’ll always devour whatever you make 

-ˋˏ You make extra portions of chicken, steak, whatever protein-filled meal when he’s bulking so he can bring leftovers to work to eat them after sparring sessions. It makes everyone else jealous (which is partly his intention lol) 

-ˋˏ Boasts about you to his coworkers and agents below him, always saying “my wife” with a lovesick smile on his face 

-ˋˏ Has a whole bunch of photos of you in his office, ranging from cute candid pictures to professional, framed photos on his desk, and a tasteful polaroid of you in his wallet. Adores showing you off to others (except the photo he has in his wallet, of course. that’s for his eyes only), so much so that sometimes his underlings try to come up with excuses to leave because he goes on and on and on........ what can he say, he loves his cute housewife !!

SPANKING - DOTTORE

synopsis: Your “doctor” boyfriend has noticed you’re been hanging out with his clones a lot more than him , he refuses to tell you he’s jealous , but you’ll figure out some other way…

other kinks / mentions : degrading kink , unprotected sex , choking ( if you read in between the lines ) , orgasm control , dumbification , p in v , humiliation(?) , hair pulling , semi-public sex , porn with plot , pet names ( love , dear , darling ) , squirting

LINKS : KINKOTBER | main menu

“Two of my clones requested for you…” your boyfriend hovers over you while you work on some fatui paperwork. “Ah really ? Tell them I will see them soon. I have to finish this for childe.” You replied back , your eyes glued to the papers and you pen gliding across the paper. Your hair tied up into a long wrapped around ponytail , your white fur coat folded over the chair , your black clothes fits your body smoothing , your hand covering your mouth.

Your boyfriend on the other hand..he intensely stares at you , his tall figure makes you feel tiny like a little child standing next to him. “How much longer ?” He spoke again. You didn’t response. Once again , more focus on your work .

He slammed down on the table besides you , making you startled completely , a scream slips your mouth , your eyes widened at the sudden noise and movement . “How much longer are you going to doing this!?” He shouted . “What are you talking about?!” You shouted back in anger. He suddenly grabbed you by your face , pulls you closer as your lips plucked out against his gloved palm.

“Are you going to keep acting dumb or something? You know exactly what I’m talking about and you have nerve to act innocent.” His voice goes deeper while he shakes your head in his hand. “The nerve” he said while you’re genuinely confused on what he is babbling about .

“Fine act dumb.” After that, he forced you into a uncomfortable position on your desk. “You can’t do anything right huh?” He chuckled to himself and slapped your ass harshly. You let out a squealed causing him to grin wider. “I wonder if you do that to the others.” You were too busy questioning what he is talking about you didn’t notice him quietly shifting you around.

“But it’s okay , my dear , I forgive you—there are technically me.” He smiled , watching you slowly but surely processing put the puzzle pieces together. Before you can even speak, you felt a tinge of pain on your ass. “I want you to count—to fifty (50).” He already started.

Slap 1… slap 2… slap…3 Slap 4…

Slap 25… slap 26… slap 27…

Tears were sitting at the edge of your eyes , waiting to fall as soon as you blinked. Your ass was stingy after each slap. It felt like your skin was about to start picking off your muscles.

You were about to lose count before Dottore spoke before you, “alright doll , take a quick break..” you knew your boyfriend well enough to not do that but after all those 30-ish spanks you limped over the desk . You straightened up immediately after feeling your cunt stretch out. Body reacts quicker than you. You heard your boyfriend involuntarily groaning.

“You was so relax just now my darling , what happened—caught you by surprise?” He smirked while pushing him deeper, his length slowly disappearing inside of you. Putting left leg over his right shoulder, making you turn side ways. Your cunt was already slippery from the spanks but it just didn’t relax enough.

“Ahh , there we go my love , I always knew you can” his pulls out, only leaving the tip in, “take my cock” he slams it right back inside, the entire cock disappeared , you let out a loud moaning. The tears from before and more tears stream down your face.

He continues to pound you, break you, destroy you even. Skin slapping skin echos throughout his office , even reaching the lab , where his clones were. They had to listen to the clapping , the moaning , the rocking of furniture. And they were not bothered at all.

“Oo dear , you’re so loud , you wonder if the segments can hear you , huh?” His tip kissed your cervix for the nth time over and over again “or you do want to heard ? Let them know you belong to the original one? Hmm?” He fucked you too stupid for you to reply. Your tongue lolling out , eyes rolled back. He pulled on your hair, arching your back

“I-I’m cumming—cum—” all movements stopped. You let out a whine , whine only pets would understand. “Why should you cum, hm?” He knows even the slightest movements would set you off. “After all that disrespect earlier , why should I let you?” Your face was so fucked out he could almost laugh.

“Please m-master , I’ll be a good girl from now on , I want to cum.” You resisted the urge to just squirm and set yourself off on his cock.

He let out a light chuckle , “ you beg before I could even tell you , you let out such beautiful noises and you’re begging sounds like a dog whining to be let out.” Without warning , he started penetrating your pussy again. “Rub your clit. You want to cum right ? Do it before I change my mind.”

You slowly moved your arm down to your little bud, your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, drying out. “Aren’t you the cutest?” You couldn’t say anything , you were catching your climax.

Your stomach turned and turned more and more , the ropes were about to pop. Your pussy squeezed him so tightly and his thrusts became sloppy. “Come with me darling.” He sounded so sweet and gentle as if he isn’t going crazy on your cunt.

The ropes snatched . You squirted. Your legs were shaking violently. You were so sensitive, you can feel dottore’s cock pumping out his load like a machine. His low grunts and his tight grasp that will leave a bruise for sure, pushing himself deeper and deeper into your celvix.

"good job , my dear , you were such a good girl for me." he slowly pulled out. With your sensitivity heighten, you whined, "that hurts s-so much…baby" you didn't have it in you to even move your head.

“I’ll be right back my love.” He pulled up with his pants and pulled your chair underneath your feet to kept your legs bent and comfortable.

“Yea sorry boys, she’ll see you later!” A smug smirk came upon his face.

©︎ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚡𝚡. ᥲᥣᥣ rіgһ𝗍s rᥱsᥱr᥎ᥱძ. ⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ ძ᥆ᥒ,𝗍 ⍴ᥣᥲzᥲrіzᥱ, ᥴ᥆⍴ᥡ, ᥆r s𝗍ᥱᥲᥣ ᥲᥒᥡ ᥆𝖿 mᥡ ᥕ᥆rks ᥕі𝗍һ᥆ᥙ𝗍 mᥡ ⍴ᥱrmіssі᥆ᥒ, 𝗍һᥲᥒk ᥡ᥆ᥙ !

hi, I hope you don't mind that. I want make an order. I would like a cult! Sagau fatui harbingers (Pulchinela plantonic, the rest all romantic) for Fem! Creator with character of Nastya (from cartoon Anastasia 1997.) She has a brave, astro smart, kind, short-tempered character. The creator remembers almost nothing about herself, trying to remember her past and who she is. She also has love line with Dottore (and once sorry Y/n hit him hard on the cheek and he was shocked). As in the previous request, you can come up with a continuation of this story. (Pulchinela plantonic, the rest are romantic)

(The closest character I could find is Anya from this moive and I've not seen this movie, so don't judge me).

You're trip to Snezhnaya was coming to an end. The harbingers have kept you mostly inside the palace. Being very boared you plan your escape. Sneaking out at night would work in any other region, but Snezhnaya getting below freezing at night. Sneaking out could still wrok, but it's not a good idea. So, you waited until the harbingers were at a meeting so you could escape.

When you did mange to escape you explored the city. You explored as much as you could. Exploring lead you to the local shrine and statue of the Creator. You had gotten used to people comparing you to her. The freedom you felt was new. You've tried finding out who you are, for as long as you can remember. You're search took you to dead ends. You decide to start serching for answears again. You walk into a city libraryand start looking at the books. The serch leads you to a worn, old looking book. Pulling it off the self you start reading. It is talking about the Creator, and how great they were. It gets boring, untill it mentions the fact that the Creator supposedly died in Snezhnaya. You remeber a young man in Fontanie telling you there was an energy coming from you. Deciding this could be a lead, you plan to go to the spot where the Creator died. Following the route, it ends to a stone. This pissed you off. You had braved the wild winter weather for a stupid rock.

You punched the rock in anger, which then made you feel a tingle run through your body. Looking at the rock, it is now glowing green. The rock breaks open to reval a locket. Putting it on, you feel yourself being sucked into your mind.

In a black void, you see fragments coming together. As the fragments come together you see memories. They show someon who looks like you creating the mountains, animals, and many other things. You think you're having a cold induced delusion. This theory is ruined when you see the figure adress themselves with your name. In Teyvat, no one was allowed to name their child after the Creator, or any other gods. You breathing picks up, your heart beats so hard that your ribs might break. When you get out of your head, you stare at the locket. A beam of light shots out of it. Following the light, you run into monsters that make it their mission to try and kill you. It gets on your nerves so much that you decide to beat the monsters into the ground. When you get to where the locket wanted it's revealed to be another rock.

"Another rock... I think I've lost my mind," You tell yourself.

Getting close to rock, it has words written on it. You stared at the words and you could understand them. Thing is, you never really knew Teyvat's language. You needed others to read things for you, and that made you feel helpless. The rock said, here lays the soul of our god. It wasn't refering to the Tsarita because she was still alive. Touching the rock energy follows through you. It scaes you. Getting to your feet you hear a voice. Looking behind you, you see Dottore.

"I was looking everywhere for you," he scolds.

You had started getting a crush on him over the month. His features and intelligence drew you to him. You saw yourself married to him, if you ignore the human experiments. He drags you back to the palace nad after everything that's happened today, you were not in the mood for this. You yell at him to let you go, but he ignores you.

"Hey! Let me go!" You yell.

He continues to ignore your yelling. This pisses you off even more. You raise your hand, palm open, and full of rage. The next thing Dottore knows, you've slapped him right across the face. He looks at you in shock. There is a staring match between you two. You see how you left a large red mark on his cheek. You lead him inside and to the guest room you were staying in.

"Wait here," You tell him.

He waits for you to come back. When you do come back with an ice pack he smiles a bit. Putting the ice pack on his red cheek he can't help but smile. When he thinks his redness is gone, he leads you to the meeting room. You sit in the seat that has been chosen as yours. The harbingers stare at you, while even more obession than normal. Dottore takes his seat and looks at you.

"Turns out our guest is more than a королева look a like," He says.

There is an unseen tension in the air. Dottore pulls out a vital of your blood.

"When I took this sample, it was red now it is a glowing gold color," He explains. He expalins how he found you in the forest near the rock. Turns out the rock is the grave of the Creator. The relization that you're the Creator hits everyone hard. The harbinger starts worrying that they weren't respecting you enough and you starting panicing because you might have to quit dancing.

"Well, it seems the other archons have not been taking care of you," Pulcinella mutters under his breathe. Pierro stares you in the eyes.

"It seems you will be staying in Senzhnaya until further notice, " he tells you.

Their romantic antics and attention grabbing tactics increase. Even though he now knows you're a god, Pulcinella still treats you like the young lady he sees you as. Your crush on Dottore goes from one sided to mutual. He brags that he is your lover, even if you haven't even kissed yet. Scaramouche treats you a bit more respectful. They never made you stopped dancing, they think it would be to cruel. They try and help you regain knowledge and memories.

In the end, if they weren't obessed before they are now and they never plan on letting you go.

Hi

For a request for Dottore x fem reader

Where reader accepts him for who he is and is his wife and soulmate.

Fluff to nsfw

Sub reader

It can be a filthy as you want

Mm, I see I see. Filthy huh? I can do that😌

MDNI, filthy, nsfw. Not proofread btw.

Warnings: pussy smacking, fingering, pet (reader), established relationship, Doll (reader), fem reader, he's still kinda mean

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Some would say being married to the Doctor was a curse. That he'd somehow brainwashed you into the marriage. When in fact, it was the opposite. Any flaws others found in him, you loved. No matter what it was. You were his wife, his lover, his pet, his soul mate. Whatever he needed you to be. And it was of your own will.

He had his soft moments, you'd say. When his arms wrapped around your waist while you sat in his lap. Or you'd still sit but turned so you could play with his hair if a particular experiment was giving him trouble. His purred out thank yous when you brought him coffee.

He loved you, in his own way.

One way he'd show you is through sex. His sex drive was high and he made the most of that.

...

"So pretty, Doll." He murmured, his gloved fingers running along your spine. Your body shivered from his touch, a smile spreading across your face. "Just for you," you purred. Your back arching slightly from his touch. "Mm, is that so? This pussy all mine too?" He questioned, bringing his hand down to your wet folds. Sliding a digit in between before rearing his hand back, smacking your cunt.

You moaned, pussy leaking from the pain. "Mm, yes."

He smacked you again, watching as you twitched and dripped onto the sheets. The sting from his wedding ring made your stomach flip, forming a knot of arousal.

He laughed, smacking you again. "I know pet. I know very well of your devotion." His wide toothy grin made your heart thump and add more fuel to the knot in your lower stomach. You swiveled your hips, tempting him into doing it again. "Oh?" He cooed, bringing his fingers back to your folds, circling over your clit. The wet, sloppy sound of your pussy echoed in the room. Then he slipped them inside, starting immediately at a quick pace. Your juices sloshing and spraying all over his hand and your thighs.

"Mm-ah-mmmhphhh~" you whined, pushing yourself back further on his fingers. "Gonna make a mess for me pet? Squirt all over my fingers?" You nodded your head rapidly, head getting dizzy with pleasure. Your thighs shaking as you felt the knot unravel, your pussy gushing all over the sheets and his fingers. Mumbling 'fucks' and s'good over and over as he helped you ride out the orgasm. He hummed, rubbing his messy fingers along your ass.

"You made a mess." You smiled, willing yourself to crawl towards him. Your lips wrapping around his messy fingers, cleaning off your own arousal. He smiled, wide and toothy as he watched. His other hand petting your head.

You let go with a pop. "Love you," you smiled. Your hands already reaching for his pants.

"Me too, Doll, me too."

I can’t believe you made me fall in love with capitano- you just wrote him so beautifully! I was wondering if you could write something like that for pantalone and dottore too, that would make me die peacefully :’)

Anon, this made me so happy you have no idea. Of course I shall write for Dottore and Pantalone! I’ll have to write Pantalone’s part separate from this one though.

Warning- Spoilers for Dottore’s real name and the Sumeru Archon Quest if you squint below!

Masterlist

You were terrified when you heard the Tsaritsa tell you that you were to marry the Second Harbinger, Dottore. You had heard of his rather… gruesome methods of experimentation on humans, and feared that the same would happen to you if you incurred his wrath. The only one you felt you could trust was your handmaiden, Claire, who hailed from Fontaine.

From what he had heard about you, Dottore knew that you were a scholar from Sumeru, and journeyed to Snezhnaya originally to help take care of your sick mother. She had succumbed to her illness, causing you to inherit her house and all she owned. You were slow to open up to others, especially if they had a background that was anything like his. However, you intrigued him immensely, and he wanted to know everything he could about you. You were his wife, after all, and he should be taking his role as your husband a little more seriously than he had been since you both got married. He thought about what to do, looking outside his window at the setting sun. That’s when he got an idea, a smirk adorning his face as he rose from his desk chair and opened the door to his office. He walked down the hall and, as his luck would have it, bumped into your handmaiden. “Oh, Lord Dottore, may I help you with something?” She asked. His smirk widened. “Yes. Tell my wife to meet me in the dining hall in thirty minutes.” he spoke. “My Lord, she is currently-” “Did I stutter, little mouse? You best scurry along before I decide I need a new lab rat on my hands after tonight.” he threatened, watching her run back down the hall. Yes, dinner with you sounded quite lovely tonight. This way, he could also learn more about you.

You nervously fidgeted with your dress as Claire fastened your hair in a bun, making sure that not a single strand was out of place. You were worried about why Dottore called for you to join him tonight, since he usually elected to eat in his office alone. However, you did not realize just how much you would reveal to him this night.

Dottore sat across from you at the table, having, for the first night since your wedding night, taken off his mask in front of you. His red eyes seemed to stare you down, his crimson gaze almost pinning you to your seat. You were jumpy at everything he said, constantly on edge, and he seemed to find it highly amusing to watch. However, his demeanor changed when the rest of the servants left the room. “If I may ask, why is it that you seem to avoid me every chance you get?” he asked, his voice suddenly much quieter in tone. After a few minutes, you spoke, having thought about your answer for quite some time now. You looked up and let your gaze meet his. “Well, would you mind if I were completely honest with you?” you asked, causing him to shake his head. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. It is my greatest wish to find out more about you.” he replied. “Will you promise not to get angry with me?” you requested. Without hesitation, Dottore nodded. “It is because you have scared me for the longest time. I don’t... I don’t exactly know how to go about approaching you. I’m scared that I might anger you, and I’ve heard about how you treat those who anger you.” You voiced. Dottore waited patiently until you’d finished speaking. “Would it help if you knew more about me?” He asked, receiving a nod from you in response. “My real name isn’t actually Dottore, it’s Zandik. You may call me as such if you wish to do so. I am from Sumeru, and studied Mechanical Life for a while before deciding to further pursue it here in Snezhnaya after my expulsion from the Akademiya. My research so far here has been a success.” He explained. You nodded. “I tried to study things like that, but gave up after my second year at the Akademiya, and started studying medicine after hearing of my mother’s condition. The whole reason I even joined the Fatui in the first place was to try and secure the medicine to help her with her illness.” You explained. “And your mother?” He asked. You sighed, resting your head in your hands. “She passed away two years ago. There was a “debt” of sorts that my mother left unpaid to the Fatui, so I was forced to marry either you or one of the other Harbingers of her choosing. She chose to marry me off to you.” You explained. Dottore was not one to give comfort often, as he was not very experienced with social cues and interactions with large groups of people. Even so, he still went over to you and sat beside you, putting a hand on your shoulder as you tried to calm down. After you were able to speak, you looked over at Dottore and took a deep but shaky breath. “Thank you, you didn’t need to comfort me.” You spoke, causing him to sigh. “You’re lucky, I normally do not do embarrassing things such as this, but I suppose that I ought to get used to having you around if you’re my wife.” He replied, letting go of you. “If you’re finished with dinner, then I’d suggest that you get some sleep. The body wastes a lot of energy crying.” He advised. You nodded, getting up from your seat and walking to the bedroom. You changed into your sleepwear and laid down, before hearing Dottore’s voice from the doorway. You looked at him as he spoke. “I shall check on you later, my experiments require my attention, and I will be busy until the late hours of the night. Get some sleep.” He voiced, leaving before you could say anything else to him.

From that day on, you would try to spend most of your time in his office, giving what input you could about his experiments, and helping with what he needed to the best of your ability. One day, he pointed it out.

“Why is it that you’re suddenly much closer than before?” he asked. You only smiled and repeated what he said that started this. “I suppose I ought to get used to having you around if you’re my husband, Zandik.” you replied, taking him by surprise. “Would you look at that? It seems that the viper really can bite back.” he snickered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his lap. Your face reddened as he took off his mask and set it on the desk. “What an interesting one you are, I’ll have to make sure to keep you around.” he said, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger as he read over the notes that one of his segments took on a recent experiment in his laboratory in Zapolyarny Palace. You stayed in his lap like that until he was done looking over his notes, and set down his pen. “I would assume that there is something you want if you’re still here.” he observed. “Does your company count?” you asked, looking up at him as you leaned your head against his shoulder. With a long, drawn out sigh, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

“Yes, I suppose it does.” he replied.