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Behind you, Dottore clicked his tongue against his teeth, and continued rooting around in the cabinet.
This wasn’t the first time today.
In fact, it was the third after an errant vial rolled from a top shelf and broke earlier that morning. You and your samples remained uncontaminated only due to Dottore leaning forward and covering both of you.
Or: an accident with a questionable substance leads to a new experiment.
Dottore/Female Reader. Accidental exposure to aphrodisiac; breeding kink towards the end, pwp. Available on AO3 here.
“Don’t move.”
You froze, acutely aware of the source of heat and muscle against your back as Dottore reached above you.
This wasn’t a new occurrence; every once in a while, either Dottore himself or a Segment needed to get into the cabinets above your workstation. Extra vial trays, pipettes, errant extra microscope slides, among other items. Things you used for blood and chemical analysis. You were used to the briefest moment of keeping your head down, front pressed against the edge of your workstation, and feeling Dottore’s heat against you.
Funny, you thought, when he always came across as indifferent to everything. The Segments were a few degrees warmer, no doubt due to their components. Their presence was akin to touching a hot pan out of the oven with nothing between your skin whereas Dottore, the prime origin point, was porcelain warmed by fresh tea.
Behind you, Dottore clicked his tongue against his teeth, and continued rooting around in the cabinet.
This wasn’t the first time today.
In fact, it was the third after an errant vial rolled from a top shelf and broke earlier that morning. You and your samples remained uncontaminated only due to Dottore leaning forward and covering both of you.
You hadn’t caught a glimpse at the label but the contents hadn’t seemed harmful. Dottore, although not melting, was far from pleased. He barked to take better inventory of your workstation as your eyes traced the pink substance that soaked his hair, feathery mantle, and immaculate white coat.
He had since removed his formal trappings and appeared all the more graceful for it.
A breath tickled your scalp as he placed his free hand on your waist, holding you still.
The touch sent jolts through you, as if you were standing in a field during a thunderstorm. Dottore kept his hand there and you tried to keep your breath from hitching, his finger flexing occasionally. Was he testing whether you were ticklish?
His breathing was unnaturally slow in return, pressing against you further with every inhale.
“What are you looking for, Lord Harbinger?” you asked, neck craned low.
It was best to continue to work. Before you were samples of primordial water. The substance glistened in standing vials, each awaiting their next step.
You felt him shift forward and your hips met his properly. He had, quite effectively, sandwiched you between him and the counter. A dull yearning sat low in your belly and you doubled your efforts on the samples in front of you.
To say you did not find your supervisor attractive would be a lie; like most, you often wondered what lay beneath the bird-like mask, literally and metaphorically. The lower half of his face was charming, home to a well-shaped jaw and a set of lips that were, at times, distracting. The conversations held between you often led down other avenues. It was clear to you that few, if any, would ever be a match for him in how he saw the world.
The thought that crossed your mind was bold: someone like him did not need a matching piece, an opposite to dilute him. A mind like his needed the challenge of one who complemented his thought processes. More like a fine wine pairing rather than a Hydro slime dousing a flaming flower.
When Dottore didn’t respond, his body tense against you and hand tight on your waist, you spoke up. Was he ill?
“Lord Harbinger?”
You shifted in the hopes that your moving might break his thoughts. Dottore inhaled sharply and pushed you forward again, chest and hips pressing against you further. His other arm was still raised, as though he hadn’t quite finished in his search high above.
“I said: don’t move.”
The words were hissed against your ear and you felt the tip of his mask against your scalp. His chest rose and fell in harsh, stilted motions and you swore you heard him mutter something into your hand when he squeezed your waist again.
Against your backside, you now realized why, precisely, he’d requested your stillness. The dull pangs from earlier became aching throbs at the apex of your thighs. You pushed away the thoughts, reminding yourself biological reactions were simply part of being human. The position you were in was one many would envy.
“I cannot find the tincture that is usually kept here. But the longer I stay, the worse this problem will be,” Dottore whispered into your ear.
His voice was always so alluring and now it was one of the only parts you could focus on. Blood drained from your extremities, keen on flooding other parts of your body.
“What was in that vial, sir?”
“Cherubic sea hare venom and whopperflower nectar, stabilized by a single Agate gemstone, finely ground. All batches of it were purged. Or should have been.”
An interesting mixture, you mused, as Dottore’s raised arm came down and reached behind you. You heard a telltale click and then watched as he rested the familiar mask off to the side, next to your tray. When you went to turn your head and look over your shoulder, his now-free hand found your jaw and pulled your gaze back forward. Through his gloves, his touch felt feverish, scalding.
“Eye contact will make it worse. Do as I ask.”
His voice was tight, breathing ragged now, nose buried in your hair. Archons, you’d had fleeting thoughts of him but this was torture. Here he was, struggling against whatever he’d come into contact with while trying to work. All because of an accident that wouldn’t have occurred if you didn’t need to work exactly at this location. Fate was a cruel mistress but this was sheer misfortune for both of you.
“Those substances are hardly volatile on their own, sir,” you offered.
He always enjoyed discussing ideas and he encouraged an environment conducive to it among your peers. Distracting him might help.
You wanted to move your hips, as though friction would give you any kind of relief, but remained as still as possible. He wasn’t giving you much of a choice and the longer you stayed still, the more aware you became of everything else. You were acutely aware of your own wetness, your uniform pants already sticking to the apex of your thighs when you felt him twitch. His presence was overwhelming on a good day when there were several feet between you.
“The whopperflower nectar is a good base for any mixture but tends to result in disorientation and temperature changes depending on its source,” he said into your hair, his other hand falling to grip your waist. “Agate, of course, contains the power and passion of the pyro archon.”
His hands tightened, squeezing right at the junction of your hips.
“And the sea hare venom?”
This had to stop at some point, though, right? None of those substances ever left behind permanent effects. On their own, they were relatively harmless, but if synthesized together in the right dose, would…
Dottore nuzzled your hair and then worked his way down to your neck, lips ghosting the shell of your ear and the tender spot beneath your earlobe.
“Enhances one’s awareness of their partner’s needs and changes in pheromones. Along with an increased stamina.”
“Partner’s needs?”
Your heart pounded as it was but seemed to miss two beats at his wording. He was already specific and precise. Purposeful.
“This substance only works when the subjects already have an attraction to another individual, a pre-existing bias. It is similar to tunnel vision, an obsessive focus on the other with decreased inhibitions.”
You gasped as he pressed against you further, his hardened member against the curve of your ass, situated perfectly. Heat rose from your chest to your face as you finally put the pieces together and your own arousal caught up with you.
“And you, my dear, keep moving despite my warnings. Are you eager or were you contaminated as well?”
You stiffened at the realization that, lost in the headiness of it all, you’d been bucking against him the entire conversation. Your body had a mind of its own and your mouth ran dry.
“I—“
You knew you hadn’t gotten a drop on you. Somehow that felt all the more shameful. He needed help out of this situation and all you’d done was chase your own arousal, relished in the moment. Even if he walked away now, he would still likely require relief and release. Still be plagued with thoughts of you. The way forward was obvious, wasn’t it?
“I want to help, my lord. My mind is clear. Would it not be beneficial to…see the experiment through?”
The tiniest bit of tension seemed to ease as he flexed his fingers. Did he like that, you wondered, the way your skin sank beneath his fingers?
“The results might be promising. But I must warn you…”
Before you could formulate your next thought, Dottore’s hips pinned you in place as he pushed away the objects in front of you with little care. No sooner had the fleeting consideration for your samples crossed your mind, you felt open-mouthed kisses on your neck, hasty and hungry. You arched your back and leaned into him, closing your eyes and tilting your neck to give him better access.
“This will only be the first stage,” he whispered. “And there is no going back.”
You did not trust your vocal cords as he found a particularly sensitive spot near your ear, stifling a moan and keeping it in your throat. His hands remained flat against the surface of your work station, further pinning you, surrounding you. Dottore lifted his head from the curve of your neck long enough to reach out and drag back a pencil and a nearby sheet of paper.
He managed to scribble something in shorthand that you recognized as observations of his symptoms and a basic outline. You had suggested he treat it like an experiment, after all.
You felt his cock twitch again as his other hand freed itself from the surface to skim the edge of your uniform top. A low growl rippled through his chest and he paused only to pull off his gloves; as soon as he was free, the pencil was in his hand again and he was grazing the pads of his fingers over your stomach.
Every touch felt as if you were being held above a fire, the flames licking and searing but never leaving a trace. Your breath left your lips in short, staccato gasps and you shivered, relishing the soft jolts that ran through you.
He squeezed your hip again on occasion and his fingers dipped beneath the edge of your pants, tracing the lines where your clothes left their mark. The pressure behind you eased only enough for him to fit his hand between both of you and head lower, grabbing the soft flesh of your ass. A low moan rumbled behind you as his fingers delved a little further, skimming your outer lips. You were soaked, his touch gliding over you; you wriggled against him and felt his teeth skim your neck in warning.
“Eager indeed,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear. “I could already smell it but this is a pleasant surprise. Have you had thoughts of me, my dear? Have you fantasized about this?”
Your cheeks burned and Dottore chuckled, his fingers prodding your hot, soaked core once more before withdrawing and cupping your ass again. He obviously had, otherwise neither of you would be here in this predicament; after all, Dottore stated the substance only worked precisely because there was already a cognitive bias.
You whimpered as his hand let go of your plush flesh and reached around, fingertip hovering over your swollen clit. Dottore touched you just enough to cause a squeezing ache through you, your swollen walls demanding more.
“I have, Lord Harbinger,” you panted.
He made another notation as he withdrew his touch, the pencil snapping in his hand just as he finished the last flourish, the last of his restraint gone. He cast aside the remnants with a flick of his wrist and tugged your pants down just past your hips. Dottore didn’t bother to do more than unfasten his belt and free himself from the confines of his trousers, bare cock situated between your wet thighs.
The Harbinger pressed a hand to your back and pressed you forward, bending you over the surface, all the better to expose yourself to him. He leaned over you, sheltering you, as he aligned the head of his member with your entrance, running his length across your lips. A gasp left you at the sound of your slickness. Whatever shame you had the decency to feel was gone, replaced with only a blinding need to be full, complete.
He sank into you slowly, his cock stretching your swollen walls with each shallow thrust, his hands fisted so tight his knuckles were bone-white. You shuddered when he brushed past a particular spot every time, the edge already much closer than you expected. An icy jolt ran through your core, walls clenching from the pressure of being pressed against the table. Dottore hissed and his strokes grew long and full, nose buried in the crook of your neck as the sounds and scents of your coupling filled the air.
At least this lab was more secluded but you long since lost control of any thoughts about being caught.
“The timing could not have been better,” Dottore murmured, his pace increasing. “How perfect.”
You meant to ask but he drove into you harder, the edge of the table pushing into your diaphragm, preventing you from speaking. The impending bliss was already making you see stars and the lack of air was only enhancing the coil tightening deep inside. You stifled your moans, although perhaps there was no point, as teeth grazed your ear and neck. Hands reached for your hair, your waist, your hips as he continued to thrust, white hot heat searing across your vision as the pressure finally snapped. Dottore groaned as you fluttered around his cock, squeezing and pulsing.
His rhythm never changed through your aftershocks and he sent you over the edge twice more, legs quivering. All thoughts of documenting his observations seemed gone now as he sank his teeth into the curve where your neck met your shoulder. With a few quick snaps of his hips, Dottore shuddered atop you and you felt a shooting warmth, filling you to the brim and then some.
Dottore remained inside you, body covering yours. His hands massaged your hips as he pulled away from your neck enough to press his lips to the open skin and lick away the blood.
“Decreased inhibitions indeed…” you muttered, tongue heavy.
You tried to shift, or at least stand straight slightly. Your back was beginning to protest and between the man inside you and the table, catching your breath proved difficult. Dottore chuckled as he ground his hips into yours, his cock still hard and buried deep inside you.
“We’re far from done, my dear. Stage one is not over yet. This substance can take days to wear off. In that time, I’m certain I’ll obtain the results necessary to move right into stage two. Taking you on your back might improve the timeline, though…”
Your stomach sank as you managed to turn your head and cast a look through your peripheral over your shoulder. All you caught was a glimpse of a wide smile and glittering ruby eyes staring down at you.
“Oh, did I not mention that? It’s quite convenient that your body is ready, based on your pheromones; I cannot stop until we’ve guaranteed success.”
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OK hear me out dottore x pregnancy brain user and or other caracters? Like I have the sudden urge to read something like that
Dottore with a breeding kink- AFAB/FEM READER
OKAY lowkey I was kinda confused cuz I was like wtf is brain user HELPP uhm anyway i wrote it like he basically has a breeding kink- I’m at like the breeding but no pregnancy kink part I suck at writing pregnancy
IM SOOOO SORRY if this is not what u asked for like I feel like it’s so short and I could’ve down better but I reallyhope you like it?! <3
- I’d imagine that because he’s not exactly human and 100% the OG Dottore is like long gone he can’t actually get you pregnant but for the sake of being a segment I imagine they produce lots of cum sorry I do not make the rules
-my god he will fuck you for HOURS
-he’ll make sure you’re absolutely full of his cum and he’ll be imaging what it’s like to get you pregnant but for now all he wants to do is breed your needy holes
-I feel like he’ll definitely figure out how to get u pregnant one day
-it’s non-stop too.
-just woke up in the morning? lazy morning sex where he has to cum in u at least 2 times
-office sex? who cares if anyone can hear you guys! as long as he can fill you up that is all he cares about!
-he’ll put you in positions to make sure that you can see his dick bulging in you and that his cum can reach you far enough
-you will somehow be bloated with his cum
“Ngh- oh! D-Dottore slo-slow down!!” You whined and gasped as he fucked you harshly into the bed, your legs pinned down to your chest.
He didn’t slow down, instead somehow pushing his cock into you even more and pushing your legs further into the mating press, making sure his cum will reach you deep.
Not like it already hasn’t- he’s came multiple times and so have you.
There were tears of pleasure streaming down your face, the overstimulation making this all more sensitive and painful but painful in such a good way that it made you moan subconsciously for him.
He just laughed at your begs to slow down and leaned down further so that your legs were now over his shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your calf.
“My daring…this beautiful pussy is just begging to be filled. Do you truly wish for me to slow down? The faster I go the more you clench…seems your body betrays your words.”
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ON my knees begging for some dottore x reader smut (who has baby fever perhaps if you're alright with that?). I know this man is a red flag but he's a hot one. I just need to see him being degrading/possessive and knocking the reader TF up! (plz dont judge my anon mask im to scared to be horny on main)
Horny on main? You don't have to be shy about that here, I promise I won't judge.
Pairing: Dottore x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, degradation, baby fever, possessive sex, creampie, implied future pregnancy, rough sex
Word count: 0.5k
A/N: I think baby fever hits everyone no? But! That doesn't mean you have to actually make a baby, you can just think about it real hard.
Dottore could tell you wanted kids, you didn't ahev to say it, he could tell by the way you kept your legs locked around him for a bit too long after he cameinside you, only letting up when he smirked down at you. This time he was the one who made sure they stayed tight around his hips, like your pussy was around his cock.
He kept you pressed against the lab table, his cape eclipsing you both and his mask hiding his lustful eyes. It couldn't hide his smirk or his hums when you looked away, "What's the matter now? Scared to ask me for things? Darling I thought we were past this." His sharp teeth found your pulse and nipped at it.
With shaky breaths you called his name and tried to get the words out, only for moans to break your demands up. "I want…"
"What is it? What does my pretty lab slut want this time? Hm?" His gloved hands squeezed your thighs, going up and down, your skin feeling hot and cold. "A baby?" He was reading you like an open book. "Say it. Or I pull out." Dottore's threats were always the real deal, he never played around with punishments. He didn't want to but he would pull out.
"Wait!" You wrapped your arms around him, holding him against your body, your breasts pressing against his clothes and your breath hot in his ear. "Don't pull out. I need… want your cum in my womb, I want you to get me pregnant. I want a family with you. Because… I love you Dottore."
"I know you do, my good pet. I love you too." Warm lips pressed against your neck, his thrusts short but deep, not wanting to risk his cum dripping out. "Don't worry, even when you become pregnant you'll never stop being my fuckdoll. I'll fuck so many babies into you, so, so many." Another promise form him, one that he will make a reality for you, the both of you. He stops just as he feels your cunt clamming down around him, his cock throbbing inside you and spilling ropes of hot cum into you, right to your womb.
"Please, more, more, everything!" You didn't even know what you were saying anymore. It didn't matter anyway, all that was important to you was the warmth flooding your pussy.
Dottore snickered. He started moving again, his cock still hard, he still had more to give you. He was always thorough, he wasn't gonna stop until he sees the results of this little session. You were gonna walk out of here, if you can even walk, with his cum dripping down your sticky thighs. If you can't walk he'll carry you out and keep as much of his cum inside you when he plugs your hole up with his cock.
That might be the best plan honestly. What other way to make sure most of it stays inside you, right where it needs to be?
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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.
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What kind of Yandere would Dottore be?
(Headcanon)
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🧪It is impossible for you not to be aware of his identity.Either he found you through his segments or you were someone he knew when he was a student at Akademia.
🧪 He knows very well how to talk and act.It pushes your buttons at just the right time and in the right place.He treats you kindly and well, but his behavior can change at any time.
🧪I think he is borderline.
The changing waves of emotions range from feeling bored or going crazy all of a sudden.I think he is more dignified but more sadistic than he was in Akademia.
🧪 There is a meaning behind every word and every behavior is based on plans. His behavior is very open-ended, so he can switch from one plan to another instantly.
🧪Even though there is no love between you, there is a strange obsession and understanding.
🧪Sometimes he treats you like a fragile object that needs to be kept in front of him, and sometimes he looks at you like you're a piece of excess.
🧪He is aware of his situation. He knows he has a weird obsession with you. When he thinks about it, he feels like he's going crazy.
🧪No matter how busy he is, he always arrives on time for his appointments with you.He was not late even once.
🧪He never takes off his mask. It doesn't even take off while you're having sex.
These are what come to my mind for now. See you in Part 2 💗
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Let him see (Dottore x F!Reader)
Synopsis: Dottore wanted some revenge on the 9th fatui harbinger. And what better way than fucking you on his office table when he's not there.
Not Beta Read
Pairings: Dottore x F!Reader, Pantalone x reader (minor role)
RATING EXPLICIT MINORS DNI
Tags: Office sex, p in v, AFAB Reader, biting, overstim. degradtion, semi-public, almost caught
A/N: This could be a part two to Punishment, but can be standalone.
Divider credits: cafekitsune
“D-dottore, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.” Your cries fell on deaf ears, the cold wooden table bites your skin as the sinful sound of slapping from behind you fills the empty office. Your moans fall out of your lips with no restraint. Dottore ruthlessly pounds into your sopping hole. Biting roughly down on your shoulders drawing blood out of your shoulders. His hands bruising your hips. Sprawled across the wooden desk you spot multiple different types of banking statements and letters written from all across Teyvat. The name of the receiver repeating over and over again, Pantalone. Now you remember where you were, Dottore is fucking living guts out of you in Pantalone’s office. The thought made you clench around Dottore who groaned in response.
“You are such a whore aren’t you my pet?” Dottore muttered into your ear, his hand snaking around your neck holding your head up. Making you stare at the closed office door.
“You want him to come in and see, don't you?” He huffed, “Don’t deny my pet, your walls are practically choking my dick right now.” You tried your best to muffle your moans, but to no avail. Dottore always saw you hiding yourself as a challenge. His pace fastened to almost animalistic speeds. The force so strong Pantalone’s desk scraped against the cold marble floors.
“Please!” You yelled holding onto anything, anything to find balance. Crumbling up some of Pantalone’s paperwork. You can’t help it, Dottore would not let up. The knot in your stomach coiled more and more till you couldn’t hold it anymore. The snap felt so blissful as Dottore fucked you through your high. Catching his own high himself, you felt his semen filling you up and trickling down your legs. You couldn’t help yourself but to turn yourself the best you can to capture Dottore scarred lips. Dottore smirked as he hungrily accepted your kiss, keeping himself buried in you. Beats of moments went by before Dottore pulled out, leaving you panting on Pantalone’s desk. Dottore couldn’t help but smile as he ran his finger up your thigh, scooping up his dripping cum back into your filled pussy. You gasped at the feeling shuddering as you felt his fingers pumping in and out of your overstimulated cunt.
“Come now pet we must leave before he returns.” Dottore sneered at the mere mention of Pantalone’s name. You tried to follow him but your knees gave out as you knees fall onto the cold marble floor. Dottore looked back and only gave a sadistic smile.
“Oh don’t you look adorable that way.” And he left.
That asshole…ish, Omega strolled right in smiling at you as Dottore left the office.
“Thanks, Omega.” You huffed as he wrapped you with Dottore’s harbinger cloak, carrying you bridal style.
“Hmph, only following orders.”
“Lord Regrator, Lord Dottore was here earlier and left a letter.” One of his many attendants told him, handing him a letter with Dottore’s seal stamped on. Pantalone dismissed the attendant, stopping right before his door. He stared at the letter, he noticed on the corner a red lip stain on the bottom. He thought nothing of it till he walked inside his office. The crumbled Dottore’s letter, as he felt his jaw tick. His office is in complete disarray. Papers crumbled, desks shoved away, and his favorite ink knocked down. Pantalone took a deep breath as he summoned some attendants to fix his office. He stepped aside, letting the attendants do the work. Readjusting his glasses he opened the crumbled letter. But the paper was blank. Confused, he turned the paper around, spotting only one sentence in the middle of the paper. “I hope you do enjoy the gift I left behind.” With the smell of your favorite perfume lingering on the letter. Pantalone crumpled the paper and threw it to the nearest attendants. How dare the doctor disrespect him in his own office. Especially with you agreeing with this.
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Heyy! May i request dottore x fem!reader who is a Porcelain doll(a puppet like scara but she's made out of Porcelain instead) and likes all those cute feminine stuff and collecting stuff like bows, Porcelain dolls and more. And I wonder if dottore would like the reader being pretty feminine and what's his opinion on Porcelain dolls (don't mind when i did any mistakes, English isn't my native language)
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Dottore with a doll reader
── ୨୧：il dottore x reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: silly rambles about Dottore and doll reader being cute
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: fem reader (no gendered terms really used tho tbh), soft dottore (listen it's my guilty pleasure), reader has the properties of porcelain, not proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 950
THIS ACTUALLY reminds me of one of the very very first drafts I wrote even before Tartaglia's little brotherfication (coincidentally also of Dottore) so this is very fun. That doll was one of Sandrone's creations and I've decided so is this one
this also may hit close to home did I ever mention my slight obsession with dolls (it's worse than slight)
Dottore has fixed you many times, much to his inconvenience.
He has warned you many times against becoming reckless, but you never seem to listen, at least in his eyes. You are by no means fragile—porcelain is hard to chip away at—your habit is simply that of finding danger. Finding it, throwing yourself at it, and landing yourself here in the darkest corners of the Fatui's headquarters so the doctor can carefully string you back together.
A gentle touch is not his forte, the practised hands of a doctor toiling away in his effort to put you back together. You prefer him to Sandrone any day for how much less pain you associate with him. He can scold you all he likes, but it may never work. You'll keep coming back and asking for his help when your strings come loose, and he will oblige your request for reasons that escape even him. It is a simple process now performed practically from memory.
Your habit of collecting frankly worthless items is certainly something. The bows, frilly dresses, and varying spools of lace you always claim you'll do something with and never do all feel normal. The porcelain dolls, on the other hand, are...interesting.
You are a living porcelain doll, and yet you collect them like novelty items. Isn't that like your equivalent of collecting human babies? Whatever it is to you, people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, so he keeps quiet as you fuss over their placement and hair, straighten their clothes or whether you're willing to sacrifice the careful styling of their hair to a pretty hat. It keeps you happy and away from everything dangerous that you seem to always run into.
The truth is, you are not in the slightest delicate despite making yourself seem that way. What you are is heavy, too heavy to always be lifting onto an operating table and too heavy to be lugging your pieces around—porcelain is not light.
However, there is interest to be had in the workings of your construction, which he is reminded of each time he takes you apart and watches you divide into inanimate pieces. You talk to him sometimes, pleasant background noise, or maybe just annoying when you start asking foolish questions he can't possibly answer. He can handle every "What are you doing?" and "Why are you doing that?" but when you begin to show your ignorance regarding your own creation and try to turn to him for answers instead of Sandrone, it frustrates him.
You're supposed to answer his questions.
"She doesn't like my questions," you reason, and he never has to wonder why that is. Your incessant prodding and curiosity would irritate her, as does his indulging of your curiosity. She will complain that you're becoming restless and not as quickly satisfied, but really, nothing much at all has changed.
He can deal with your gravitation toward the things that make you happy if that's what keeps a smile on your face. One might even say he doesn't mind it, even when you pester him to help you tie your bows when they come loose in your hair or listen to your ramblings as you try to get him to help you with your dolls. He's better at tying knots than you. His hands have friction to keep the strings in place, unlike your slippery porcelain hands.
Your habits are endearing in their own way, the satisfaction with things that make you feel...human. You will never be, but the illusion of humanity and the yearning to chase it is not unlike the Segments. They think of themselves as human, believe they are, and exist as though they are human, yet they will never be as human as Prime. The only idea that makes sense is that you are displaying the same behaviour.
It is how Sandrone made you to be.
He can't say he especially blames you for following what your creation dictates. Your presence could bother him more than your interests could, namely a result of your many, many questions. It's not that you're sheltered or ignorant of the world around you—far from it—but most people don't know the nature of the things he works on, and you are no exception. You learned everything by asking, and he presents a wormhole of knowledge that you seek to understand by having him explain everything he's doing to you in great detail.
There's a bargaining that comes with it. Dottore will give you things so long as you stay out of the way, and you'll inspect them with a curious eye because he presents you with what Sandrone keeps you from. That is the only reason he can accept as to why you're talking to him, not that you like his voice and his smile, nor that you find the things he says fascinating or enjoy the light brush of his fingers against yours as he passes you your little 'distrations'. It's enough to watch him.
He complains his hands are always cold, and supposedly so are yours, but you've never felt temperature before. You like the faint glimpses of his scars, soft as his skin. They're not like yours, the closest equivalent being jagged cracks in your limbs that someone has to eventually fix before they worsen into breaks.
Things are comfortable around him. He is used to the odds quirks of sentient, inhuman beings, and a benefit of being around them is that they don't mind how weird he is by most standards.
You are something he can easily get used to lingering around. Despite your similarities to the segments, he must admit that you are far less of a bother.
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Hii ! Can i request dottorexfem!reader wearing something like a bit revealing or some type of short dress or skirt and some person judges her up and down and the reader felt uncomfortable and dottore noticed something is wrong? And fluff please :D Thank you!!^^ love your works<33
(this happened to me 3 days ago ;v;)
Skirts and Stares
Dottore x fem!reader
Of course you can 😁and also that's awful, people are so judgy for no reason. So just do your thing girl, I'm sure you looked great. ☺️🖤
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Today you are out and about with Dottore, in Sumeru. Do to his recent mission that's where he's been stationed and he so kindly let you come with him. The best thing about it though? Warm weather! It's been ages since you've finally been able to wear some cute skirts or pretty dresses because it's freezing in Snezhnaya.
Dottore also tends to scold you if you aren't properly dressed for the cold. He doesn't want his darling getting sick after all.
So today you chose to wear a pretty, frilled, short skirt and you were happy when your lover nodded in approval. Now the two of you walk arm in arm in Sumeru city.
It's a quick walk the two of you can go in before Dottore ends up being busy again. You also wanted to explore all the shops, and beautiful scenery. Who is your lover to deny you?
You feel great! Nothing could be better than this, until you notice something. The more you guys walk in the city the more people look at you. At first you thought it was because you're foreigners from Snezhnaya so of course you would see some looks directed at you. Especially with tall, and intimidating man at your side.
You realize soon after they aren't looking at him though. They're looking at you and all their gazes are directed at your skirt. It's really not that short. You sum it up as people just aren't used to your clothing. Even though it's very hot most people are wearing long outfits and even wear multiple layers. It's not your fault you don't want to have a heat stroke.
You continue walking with Dottore like this and you eventually visit an antique shop. It's cute and the little trinkets on the shelves grab your attention. So you unlink arms with Dottore and start looking around. After picking out two things, one for you and one for Dottore. You link back with Dottore and the two of you go to the desk so he, you can pay for it.
The woman hands you a little bag that holds your items. You take it and her necklace catches your eye, "Oh I love you necklace" you smile nervously. You've always been shy.
"Thank you" she says this but you notice she gives you a judgmental look. The look where it's up, down, and up again. You frown and grab the hem of your skirt. She was looking down at your skirt.
What are they looking at? Are they judging the skirt itself? Or maybe they're staring at your legs? They look fine so why do they care? What do they think? That you look stupid maybe. You feel stupid now, why would you wear a skirt out-
"Y/n, is something wrong?"
You didn't seem to notice but Dottore has taken you outside and to a side area of the shop, in a shady corner. Once you see no one is there you sigh in relief.
"I... No of course not, let's continue our walk." You smile, and glance away. You didn't want to ruin the day with some small, trivial insecurity. You would be fine.
You should be fine, but you're gripping the hem of your skirt suddenly feeling like it's too short on you. You should be fine but your head is down cast and you refuse to look into Dottore's eyes. You should be fine but you're trembling and your eyes water.
You hear Dottore lets out a 'hm' sound and his hand, ever so carefully, touches your jaw. He lifts your gaze to him and you blink away your tears.
"It's really nothing..." Your voice wavers, but Dottore hushes you.
"It's obviously something or you wouldn't be crying, would you, my love? What's the matter?" He asks sincerely and you see the corners of his lips curl down.
"..." You sigh and lean into Dottore's chest. "Everyone has been judging my skirt, especially that old woman in there..." You mumble.
Your lover hums and runs his finger through your hair. Dottore hasn't worried about insecurities in a long time but he tries to be understanding of yours.
"I see, shall we go home then?" He asks and you nod your head. You'd rather be home with Dottore than out in the city. In your home no staff would dare look at you.
When the two of you get home you drop your bag down into the bed and then flip on it. You groan into your pillows. You're not really happy with how the day flowed.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Dottore run a hand over you back. He's fingers run down your spine and then up again. Then he pets your hair. "For the record I think your skirt looked very 'pretty' on you" Dottore hums and then kisses your head. "I'm going out for a quick errand stay here, my love"
You nod and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
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For a quick errand Dottore sure took a long time. You've long since changed into some pj's and you lay in your shared bed. Of course you haven't gone to sleep yet, you're waiting on your lover to get home.
When your bedroom door cracks open and you see Dottore you smile. "You took a long time", "I apologize I got sidetracked, dear"
He walks closer to you and sits on the edge of the bed. His hand comes up to run a thumb over your cheek. "Feeling better, dear?"
You let out a long hum, "Yeah I feel better" you giggle and he pinches your cheek softly. "I got you something"
You sit up in bed and when Dottore fishes his hand out of his pocket he's holding a necklace. "It's gorgeous, where did you find it?" The necklace actually looks kind of familiar now that you look closer... You let him move your hair and put it around your neck anyways.
"hm. In a shop" He pats your head and lies you back down. "That's really sweet Dottore, I love you"
"Of course anything for you dear" he kisses your forehead.
The next day when you go out on a walk, in a skirt, new necklace, and hands linked with Dottore. No one's looking at you this time, and you don't see that old woman again.
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Tell me what you guys think! And also if you caught that snippet about the old woman 😭🙏. Here you go I hope you enjoyed it.🖤🖤 Also sorry if it's short.
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I - Miracles of the White Nights [Il Dottore x Reader/OC]
For Valentine’s Day I’m sharing the first chapter of my longer fanfiction about Il Dottore and my Genshin OC Marie Snezhevna (this story can be perceived as reader insert type of thing; the characters' names play a big role in the plot and I decided to pick them by myself). In this chapter I have not provided the most detailed background of the current circumstances between Zandik and Marie, but I plan to do so in the future. I don’t really know if I’ll update it in any regular schedule, but for sure I’m going to continue this story. Meanwhile, enjoy!
TW: Minimally suggestive! Mentions of Marie's guesses about Dottore's true intentions.
Summary: Small gestures make a big difference. Due to the long lasting effects of a serious argument with Il Dottore, Marie Shnezhevna gets degraded on the lower position in Haeresys despite being one of his most reliable workers in the lab. Three months later a ceasefire is established. Zandik finds surprising but efficient way to trick her into getting promoted again.
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I - Miracles of the White Nights
“The days in Snezhnaya seem identical. Wherever you go, you will find your hair and eyelashes frozen. It's so cold that you have to keep moving your body constantly in order to survive, even in the properly chosen clothing. Everywhere you look, you'll be surrounded by the snowy desert. If you stray too far from human settlements, your eyes will be obscured by one of the sudden snowstorms. Bunch of snowflakes will cut into your face like tiny, marvelously crafted blades. Somewhere on the horizon you may spot the outlines of deep, impenetrable, coniferous forests. You will find it difficult to stand straight due to the violent blows of the whistling wind trying to bury you alive in the frosty grave. It's worth mentioning that the typical Snezhnayan days are rather short in comparison to local nights that can last even for months. This land is harsh, but it still possesses unique, raw beauty. Those cold nights offer truly charming views in the form of multi-colored aurorae you couldn't experience anywhere else in equally rich form. The artistry of almighty Cryo Archon is undeniable, only the canvas she uses to paint her abstract compositions are painfully fake. Of course, these aren't the only charms of the Ice Nation. This country is huge and full of contrasts. What may seem surprising is this special time of the year when the sun takes control over the sky completely, so it doesn't set at all. The local population describes this phenomenon as the "Miracle of the White Nights''. Over the course of four hundred years, one could experience many of them, but they could not compare to the fragrant, inflaming nights in the Nation of Wisdom.”
Zandik, as he wasn't holed up in the deepest dungeons of Haeresys, stopped next to one of the windows in the southern part of his mansion and locked his gaze on the distance. The scarlet irises wandered somewhere along the glittering horizon, seemingly without any specific goal as the Harbinger enjoyed pervasive silence. Since he got rid of the segments, it had been happening more and more often. Sometimes he was just trying to shake off a strange feeling of lightness inside his skull. He was fed up with everything. Exhausted with the amount of delayed work. Instead of dealing with serious matters, he wasted too much time on trivial affairs such as correcting the mistakes of people less competent than himself. For centuries he wasn't relying on his employees that much and now he was just even more disappointed with them. After all, they were only humans with ordinary lifespans, without the satisfying amount of experience that would possibly match the level of Teyvat's most powerful mind. Zandik felt frustrated by the lack of quick alternatives to slow down the pace of his own work. He was alone with all of the projects he started when his other selves were still present. By the time he still handled most of the things on his own in different forms, but for now he couldn't even rely on himself truly. This would be a disgrace to him if he addressed this issue to Pierro or their Archon, since for hundreds of years he had been an exceptional professional, the master of planning and reacting quickly to every breakthrough revelation. He was always a few steps before everyone. At this stage, it was not possible for him to return to such a tedious work alone. It would be much less problematic if only deadlines never existed. Escape in thought was his way to break away from the unfavorable situation at least for a short moment. His thoughts traveled to the place where it never snowed. To the forests that sheltered a much richer variety of living organisms. The days were longer there, and the hot nights often made it impossible to fall asleep. The scents in Sumerian air could effortlessly mess with the restless minds of angry young men living for some greater purposes… For the Second Harbigner of Shneznaya, looking towards Sumeru was an involuntary, bitter flirtation with his own past. Currently he was in a place so incongruous to his homeland, but it was the only nation that guaranteed him complete freedom and support in turning his wildest daydreams into reality. It was the only place in Teyvat that allowed him to prove himself the way he was. He had everything he wanted to continue his journey and test the ideas that many would not even dare to think about… And yet, somewhere in his suppressed consciousness, he understood perfectly well that even here he was just a stranger meant to simply play his part.
This time, as the man continued staring out the window, he heard the echo of someone's slow footsteps on the marble floor behind him. He recognized the sequence of these steps extraordinarily well… Those were inimitable. If only their owner walked barefoot, she would reach him in perfect silence. The corners of the Doctor's mouth turned up involuntarily.
“Marie Snezhevna,” he said without even turning towards the woman. Instead, he laced his fingers together behind his back. “Is this an emergency? At this hour I would rather expect to witness your presence in the laboratory or in your chamber.”
His voice echoed crystal clear between the walls of the corridor occupied by him and his underling. As usual, the scientist chose his words in a stiff, somewhat archaic way. Although it added seriousness and supposed politeness to his overall image, he himself seemed distant. Despite Zandik's cold demeanor, his interlocutor did not feel rejected. She was used to talking to him. Marie's interactions with Il Dottore resembled rituals based on some unwritten rules which the main participants managed to learn over the last few years. If there was an ordinary side witness there, the said unrefined observer could experience the eagerness to say that both Marie and Dottore enjoyed engaging in these subtle games.
“I will leave immediately if I interrupted something important,” the woman replied calmly, keeping her demeanor professional. Zandik remained silent for a moment, giving her no answer. This made the woman sigh heavily before she turned her back towards him to fulfill her promise. The quiet rustle of her clothes alerted the Harbinger, who slowly turned towards her and squinted his eyes hidden under the raven mask.
“Stop.”
It was an order. Naturally, the woman immediately stopped and turned her face towards him, allowing him to continue his speech. After all, she had to respect his will. He cleared his throat, seemingly offended by the whole situation.
“You wouldn't come here without a reason. Besides, I don't think it's respectful to be in a hurry when you're talking to your boss.” Indeed, he had known her for a long time and he knew what he could expect from her. He had to play it cool, precisely because — since he had fully understood his own position over the last few months – he didn't want to miss the opportunity to finally talk to Marie alone.
Since he delivered the two gnosis to Tsaritsa, he cut off almost all forms of communication with his former main assistant except her reports on the progress of her research under his command. Although the heretical scientist usually didn't care about time, now it felt like the whole eternity had passed. A really strange thing. Deep down in his heart he was a simple coward, or maybe his unwavering patience was reasonable and had finally paid off as the woman herself announced her readiness for a face-to-face confrontation? Marie shrugged her arms and shifted her body weight to one of her hips before shaking her head, sighing again with a faint smile on her lips. It was an extremely familiar gesture, as if everything before had never had the opportunity to set them apart.
“Of course, naturally…” she looked up at him, and then her facial features softened noticeably. “I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. I really didn't expect this. Certainly not after I caused additional problems in a very crucial situation. I made it all about myself. I think you deserve an apology for what I said, when I stated that you're…”
“Your apology is unnecessary.”
The Harbinger made a gentle gesture with his hand to silence her. He didn't want Marie to take old skeletons out of the closet. He also did not want to elaborate more about the choice of his that had a negative impact on his daily functioning. He wasn't even bothered by the earlier behavior of his former assistant anymore. Even though he still couldn't fully accept what she truly meant back then, he understood her perspective on an intellectual level. During that mission, he was caught off guard by Kusanali and he just did what was necessary to succeed. However, he could have done it all more skillfully to minimize the unpleasant side effects of the special operation. However, he did not take this into account at the time, so he was delaying an adequate response to Marie's complaints. No honest apology passed his lips in ages and he wasn't very likely to utter that magical word anytime soon.
“Follow me. It will be much more beneficial,” he gestured and clasped his hands behind his back again. Then, he started moving further into the southern nave of the mansion. He walked leisurely, visibly waiting for Marie to go after him. True to his expectations, she caught up with him very quickly. When Marie glanced at his face from closer distance, she spotted his poor state immediately. He looked extremely tired and couldn't hide it even under the mask. His skin was paler than usual and it had a sickly greenish undertone. Exhaustion would explain his growing isolation in a convincing way. His own pride was his downfall. As they walked through the corridors in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside, Marie noticed that they were approaching the sector of private chambers. His intentions could be... everything and anything.
Dottore's supposed intentions caused Marie's consternation, but in order to avoid hasty guesses, she decided to keep all comments to herself. The time on his side teached her that the worst things were usually caused by the incorrect assumptions about his agenda. Yet, when Zandik started unlocking the door to his dorm, the woman cleared her throat quietly and took a step back.
“I'll wait outside.”
Slightly awkward smile appeared on her face. She received a reply in the form of a nod. It seemed that he didn't care about the goal that could stereotypically motivate any man to take a woman to his apartment. Overally, Zandik loved privacy, so Marie was going to respect that as well, leaving aside the obvious moral issues. The Doctor disappeared inside his apartment for around five minutes. When he came back, he handed her a small box wrapped in a papyrus. He had a gentle yet wry smile on his lips that only fools could trust. He warned the woman before she started asking him any questions.
“In Sumeru I managed to obtain some new chemical samples which I expect you to analyze, describe, and maybe even extract something completely new from them. I just require you to be extremely careful when handling them. I didn’t choose any intermediary, considering the high value of those resources… I'm strongly against unpacking them outside of the laboratory environment.”
“I see. I will do my best to keep them safe,” Marie took over the package with extreme caution. She seemed to turn pale when she heard a silent clink of glass under the packaging. She looked fearfully at the Harbringer, who rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, covering the lower part of his face at the same time. It took a lot of effort for him not to burst into manic laughter. Fortunately, Dottore was an excellent actor.
“This is another urgent project that has been delayed unexpectedly, so get on with it immediately… If you can make it this evening, I might even consider promoting you again.”
The man sounded as categorical as promising. Yes, exactly, it was a great idea for Marie to return to her previous position. Of course, if only that's what she wanted. Zandik just intended to convince her to do so, being fully determined to achieve the desired effect. Among all of his employees, he memorized cooperation with Marie as the most pleasant. Moreover, he could keep an eye on her constantly to avoid particularly embarrassing accidents involving her... This woman's reliability required appropriate supervision to shine fully.
“Promoting me, you say… For how long?” Although the woman turned it into a joke, she slowly moved towards the opposite side of the corridor, remaining very careful around the package received from her boss. Since Marie was cut from the same cloth as Zandik, she also didn't want to admit that she simply missed the infamous heretic's company. “Apart from formalities, I just wonder what it is. Naturally, I will prepare the report as soon as possible!”
The Harbinger watched as the woman took up her task. It was amusing to witness her curiosity and willingness to gain knowledge. In this particular case, he had a feeling that it would herald a real breakthrough in their united research.
“I'm counting on your expertise, Professor,” he added in Fontanian as she left, before the storm of woman's black curls disappeared from his sight. He expected very quick results from this long-awaited experiment.
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When Marie entered her study room in the lab, she put the package on the table and rubbed her hands together with excitement. Sumeru was the region with the best samples of poisons. What could be inside the parcel? Small colorful frogs for the production of poison darts, medicines and antidotes, rhizomes, roots, leaves, mushrooms, insects… The tropical jungle hid countless treasures and the fact that Il Dottore himself managed the trouble of obtaining raw materials was exceptionally valuable. Marie didn't know anyone who was more familiar with the local flora and fauna. She herself might not have even paid attention to some things during her on field delegations, but now she had the opportunity to learn something new directly from the mastermind himself. On top of that, he offered her another promotion. Wonderful. Low importance tasks weren't as fulfilling as experiencing the true science. After conversation with Zandik she felt extraordinary happiness that she had not expected to return these days. The way he referred to her as Professor scratched the right part of her brain a bit too pleasantly. She was more willing to try to forgive him for scaring her to death when he destroyed his segments out of nowhere. At the same time, was this really necessary to wait so long before handing her the new project?
The woman tied her hair back and put on protective clothing, quietly humming the first random melody that popped into her head. Then, she walked over the table and began unrolling the package. As soon as she saw its contents, she felt the wave of heat on her cheeks. This wasn't what she expected… She slipped the protective mask off her face in bewilderment, and then, with wide eyes, she began to look at the containers. The bottles indeed contained chemicals, but at first glance none of the substances had something to do with the poisonous flora of Sumeru. Those weren't even standard vials from Zandik's laboratory, but some colorful glass flasks decorated according to the Sumerian manner of design and sealed with appropriate labels. Marie sank heavily onto her stool and began carefully turning the bottles over in her fingers. Maybe… Dottore made a mistake or someone miraculously robbed him, replaced the original cargo and even managed to escape with his life? Sounds a bit too silly, but it was all just women's cosmetics. Nothing really valuable to the scientist.
Rose water, kohl, aker fassi and several niche perfume oils. What's more, at the bottom of the package there was an original Sumerian halva decorated with dried fruits.
Marie tried to maintain her denial, but instead of relief, she felt a pang in her heart. At this point her face felt as if she was on fire. If Zandik planned to give it to her right after he returned and her sulks prevented him from doing so… She felt so bad about herself. Willingly or not, she blinked her eyes a few times, as for a moment her vision became blurry. He had no reason to be so generous. Maybe it was a suggestion that he noticed her getting old slowly, or maybe she should just look for some specific, new purposes for simple household chemicals? Maybe the halva was poisoned or packed with elixirs he hadn't tested before? After all, Dottore always devoured it himself and he was reluctant to share it with anyone. Or maybe Marie was just overthinking at the moment and what Dottore really expected from her was terrifyingly simple. Was it that he wanted her to try those substances on herself, like she always used to do in her job? Zandik wished to see the effects of her work in the evening, which meant there was no time for typical scientific inspection… Marie had just enough time to do her makeup. It was exciting, moving and scary in its own way. It wasn't usual to get any prosaic, non-scientific gift from Zandik.
However, if this was the only requirement to restore the old order in the laboratory, Marie was willing to do it for both of them and touch the precious part of Sumeru that he brought to Snezhnaya for her. Soon the woman's green eyes got embraced by a beautiful dark frame. Her cheeks and lips got touched with the color of a pomegranate with a golden glow. She placed the sweet scent of honey, sandalwood and rose behind her ear. She cut the halva into pieces. For now she was almost ready to face him again. It was one of those white nights, when endless days asserted their domination over the lenghty times of darkness again.
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A Worthy Distraction
Header by my wonderful and talented friend @drawlypsy. Please go check out their work, they're fucking amazing.
AO3 Link NSFW Dottore/femReader, murder couple, dirty talk, fingering, questionable coping mechanisms, over the pants feelies, villains will be villains, trauma
[This is a Genshin OC one-shot I wrote for friends and then rewrote into a reader insert. Some tenses and stuff may be a little wonky here and there, but I think I caught most of it. It is only a tad OC-centric, as reader does have a backstory, but it's minor and shouldn't make a difference. Idk. There's smut.]
The lowdown: reader has anemo vision w/ pyro delusion, has one metal claw hand and PTSD to match
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You lay on your side, sprawled out across an uncomfortable-looking exam table like a cat in a patch of sun, yawning and stretching as you awoke from a short nap. Head twitching to the side, Dottore acknowledged your entry into the waking world with a rigid nod and a tiny quirk of his lips, something that could almost be categorized as a rigid smile, before turning back to the subject on his table.
You shot him a cheeky grin, unruly tufts of your hair falling across your face as you did so. Your socked foot tapped a rhythm onto the metal beneath, warm now with the prolonged heat of your body. Your head thumped back against the metal… Bored. So bored.
Archons, you were just as ambitious as he when it came to testing out new ideas and just as prone to getting lost for hours in the mental process of it all. But he had been at this experiment for days, barely sleeping, hardly eating. Your best friend Ana was off on some secret Fatui mission, his more tolerable clones were deployed in Sumeru, and chatting up the locals was apparently a non-starter. Besides, it wasn’t your fault anyway that the local creperie burned down. And, unrelated, what kind of creperie ran out of fucking crepes?
You were bored. So completely and utterly bored. You sat up, criss-crossing your legs beneath you in order to better watch the Doctor work.
Dottore was a straight line– seemed perfectly content staying in one spot for an entire day, his mind single tracked and obsessive. You, on the other hand, took the path of a crack of lightning, your interests branching and changing rapidly, new revelations branching into new ideas and new ideas springing into new experiments and it was a wonder you ever finished anything at all. You always did benefit from someone who could help organize the near constant fusillade of inspirations in your head.
You used to have someone. Now they were the ghost in every corner.
You needed distractions. And a man possessed could provide no such thing. Your fingers twitched and the pyro delusion warmed on your hip. Then burned. You inhaled sharply, your heart rate picking up.
You blinked away at the encroaching visions that threatened to steal you, usher you inside. The disembodied voices and the ghostly feeling… the familiar mourning of the fiercest kind of love expanding in your chest but with no vessel, no discernible memory to hive it away in. So full yet so terribly out of reach and–
“You’re fidgety tonight,” Prime said calmly and you gasped, your eyes shooting open in time to catch the fire blossoming at your fingertips, having singed a small hole through the thin fabric of your shorts. Cursing, you swatted at the smoke as he continued evenly. “Go take a walk outside if you must.”
You allowed the span of a few centering breaths to pass as your gaze fell upon Dottore’s raven mask laying on the counter behind him. Your gaze darted back to his uncovered features and you found yourself drawn in, and not for the first time. It was a recent breakthrough, one he’d made no announcement of despite the shock when he’d removed the thing in front of you; a promising sign of trust from a man who so lauded in the unsettling air of mystery he exuded.
You fiddled with the mask in your own hair as you observed. The ancient scar that crossed the bridge of his nose and extended up to his right temple, eyes untouched, the rest of his face pale, smooth, and unscathed. The scar that he could easily remove with his scientific prowess yet he kept it just the same. You’d always reckoned it was a reminder of something; a tether of sorts.
And Celestia knows a mind without a tether was a dangerous thing. Yes, you thought, Celestia would know, indeed.
You let out a sudden shriek of laughter, unprovoked.
“Ah, shucks. You’re always trying to send me away,” you chided finally, rolling the singed fabric between your thumb and forefinger. “Besides, it’s the middle of the night, bozo.”
The stiff, weary shake of his head was indicative that he was now only slightly bothered by the plethora of nicknames that you’d coined to get under his skin. Good, you thought with delight, he’d better get used to it.
“I mean, heck,” you continued, throwing up your arms, “who knows what kind of monsters are skulking about out there?”
Dottore’s piercing, crimson eyes latched onto yours and you smiled at the clear meaning within.
Worse than me?
A familiar shock of yearning racked the length of your spine. You gnawed at the inside of your cheek, noting the way his eyes flicked to the motion of your lips before slowly drawing back up, almost expressionless. But you knew his little intricacies by now; the indiscernible twitch of his eyelids when you toed the line with him, the drumming of those long, elegant fingers against any available service whenever he was in deep thought.
How he studied you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
You had always been attracted to the dark; where flame cast light upon a brick wall you were drawn to the shadows that slid effortlessly in between, morphing and making their quiet nests within the cracks in mortar. Yes, Dottore was indeed a darkly beautiful thing, you thought, not allowing your gaze to stray from his.
“I was under the impression you could handle yourself,” he said coolly, but the bladed glint in his unflinching stare was bright and calculating, even beneath the eerie shadows cast over his features by the medical lamp above. “Was I wrong to think so?”
Hmph. All work and no play made the Doctor cranky. Your nose twitched and you cocked your head, lips curling coyly.
“I can handle myself just fine,” you said, baring your teeth. “But you’d miss me, wouldn’t you?” You placed your chin in your palm to drum fingers against your cheekbones but didn’t wait for his answer. “So I’ll stay right here. For the good Doctor’s sake, of course.”
You winked.
“For my sake. Of course,” he murmured, examining your wide, inciting grin and the butterfly flutter of your eyelashes. A tiny quirk of his lips betrayed his forced impassivity before he put a pin in the expanding balloon of tension by turning back to the body on the table silently.
You swallowed down the uncharacteristic dryness in your throat.
There were different routes you could take to get your desired result, one that would ease the ache between your legs and provide you a worthy distraction from the ghosts in every corner. You were used to people winding up putty in your hands, pliable and needy; even the self righteous ones. You just had a gift about you, an impulsive need for control in all senses of the word that people just responded to.
Except him.
To have Prime in your greedy clutches would be nothing short of euphoric. But there was something ancient and omniscient about him that made him effortlessly superior to them all, as if he would slip like sand through the fingers of anyone who tried to hold him. He was patient, unhurried; a lone viper coiled atop its rock, full-bellied and confident in his supremacy, so many leagues above that he had all the time in the world.
Your lips twitched. But, so did you now, didn’t you? Cursed with immortality and ironically bestowed the power to alter time; a power that centuries ago you would have used to pulverize the very forces that had granted them to you in the first place. But time just wasn’t enough for you. You were a creature starved. You wanted to devour and destroy each moment now until nothing remained but the burning foundation. And even that must go.
Your mind strayed again and you fought to ground yourself. All must go.
You hissed between your teeth, leaping off the table to take up space beside Dottore, shoulder pressing into his as you studied his bloody work. You viewed his profile in your periphery; his bladed nose, the soft, steel blue curls that framed his face, the slight, disapproving curl of his lips downward as he was jostled.
“Need any assistance?” you said brightly.
“I do not.” His hands began to move carefully across the corpse, but you knew enough about his craft and were observant enough to see that his focus wasn’t on the experiment before him.
“Hm… You want a drink or something?”
“No,” he said shortly, and then as if remembering himself, “... but thank you.”
“Well, you must be hungry at least.” Your long fingers dared to wrap his elbow, fiddling with the rolled up arms of his blue linen shirt before trailing up to his bicep, squeezing. “Goodness, you’re all skin and bones, crazy you can even hold that scalpel like you are. It’s almost like… like… like holding a flimsy little test tube…”
Dottore’s chin dipped, the slope of his nose tipping down toward your mocking countenance, which faltered slightly when his gaze dropped briefly to the two fingers now trailing over the sharp buckles of his arm bands. You hadn’t touched Prime before besides the occasional brushing of shoulders and on the surface, he didn’t seem the type to enjoy such things. Maybe all it took was the right button.
But Prime only hummed, crimson red eyes rising.
“Your actions suggest you desire to take this man’s place.” His voice was soft but rife with danger. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and you cocked your head to the side like a mischievous crow. You seemed to share the same steady breath back and forth as you studied each other for a short moment.
“Suit yourself, old man,” you chirped, conjuring a gust of anemo to tousle his loose, hanging locks of unruly hair before releasing his arm abruptly and in a blur of motion swinging around to his other side. “You’re loads of fun, you know that? Have your harbinger friends ever told you what a dream you are?”
Friends. Maybe there was a segment of him that had what one could call a friend but Prime, you had observed, seemed to have no interest in any social dealings that didn’t involve the business of sinister diplomacy. The only person who came around here often enough was Pantalone, and you could hardly call a wallet a friend.
Not that you had many tried and true friendships besides Ana. There was, of course, the pink-haired stick bug that was a package deal with your best friend and he seemed to be warming up to you a bit, but on the whole, people just seemed to tolerate you. Not your fault. Social skills were a fucking bitch.
“Has anyone ever told you how exasperating you really are?” he retorted and then continued, softly mocking, like he was speaking to a child. “This experiment is a particularly sensitive one that requires a certain amount of space and time to complete. Space and time that you seem unwilling to provide.”
“Provide?” You giggled and leaned in close, voice a low purr in his ear. “You get awfully mean when you’re frustrated, Doctor.” And you swung from him, sauntering away.
On a shelf across the room, a little radio sat playing quiet soul music. With one slow stroke of your forefinger across the dial, you turned the volume up, wiggling your hips to the music as you bent across the counter. But when you peeked over your shoulder, he was paying you no mind. Worse, he was turned completely around, vials clanking as he fiddled with something in the depths of his cabinets. Your sly grin turned into a wrathful frown as you glared.
Taking the radio beneath one arm, you spun around to bow comically low, your free arm splayed out like the spread wing of a bird about to take flight. A gust of anemo slammed the cabinet door in his face and he paused, hand still mid air. Then, terribly slow, he turned, eyes hooded and serpentlike but otherwise expressionless. You waited for his full attention with a feral grin on your face before you flicked the volume up another notch and spun out of the stance.
Your socks slid clumsily across the rubber floor as you moved with exaggerated motions, using the radio as a dance partner, swaying to the egregiously loud music. And to add insult to injury, you sang along, too, belting out the words like you were doing all this to save your own life.
Dottore’s eyes were all that moved as they followed, crimson glowing in your periphery as you twirled. And even if he had raised his voice above the cacophony, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him. But his gaze challenged just the same.
You shrugged, turned the volume up to max and watched his eyelids twitch in contemplation before he started to carefully put the corpse before him away, zipping them into a body bag before rolling the table away and into the walk-in freezer. He returned, surprisingly gloveless fingers casually brushing down the front of his pants.
All the while, you danced closer, singing and laughing with frenzied glee, winding up to perform a full running slide toward him. But a small, abrupt twitch of Dottore’s wrist paired with a warning, devilish tick of his lips had you dropping the radio in order to conjure your polearm, spinning it elegantly above your head.
The cogs of a clock rotated before your eyes, a secondhand wheeling at an impossible speed. With practiced ease, you whirled it swiftly back, resetting the clock. You slid to a steady halt in front of him.
The giant needle, half the size of you, that would feasibly have torn into your flesh floated innocently now beside his head, gleaming in the fluorescent light. You searched him with razor eyes, a cocked grin on your face as you reached out with the deadly point of a clawed finger to prop under his chin while the other wiggled beneath the center strap of his harness to pull his face closer. “You weren’t actually going to use that little pin trick on me, were you? I was looking for a dance partner, princess,” you tutted, “not a fight.”
And not taking your gaze off his, you stretched out with your free hand to slowly turn the point of the intimidating needle away from yourself. “Ooh, that is sharp, though!” you remarked. “Very impressive, doctor, I should fashion you up a fancy shmancy corkboard to match. Because you know, I’m nice like that. Now, wanna tell me why you’d go and ruin my good fun?”
“Your good fun…” He hummed regretfully. The finger beneath his chin dug in and he chuckled, a dark blaze of interest in his eyes. “You are right, my dear, I may have overreacted. Well, I am sorry, for all that my word is worth. I simply had the strangest inkling you weren’t listening to me. But now…” The corners of his lips twitched just slightly. “Now you must think me quite uncivil.”
You grinned and met him in the middle of the playing field, the claw beneath his chin falling to round his neck. “You did forget your manners there for a second, huh?”
Dottore hummed, leaning unexpectedly forward and into the grip of your unmoving talons. It seemed every segment of the Doctor favored a nice side plate of anguish, and Prime was no different. They really were just flowers plucked from the same garden.
The talon of your thumb dug into his pulse point and he let out the softest groan, his breath tickling the strands of hair across your forehead.
One of his hands peeled your hold carefully from round his neck, holding it instead against his chest. You swallowed down a secret, hidden delight born of being held by a being who did not often seek out the pleasures of touch. In this moment, he was yours. Your Prime.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Doctor,” you said, “I can think of several ways to atone.”
Clawed hand laced beneath his, your free hand trailed down to his lower abdomen, pausing so as to peer up at him through your eyelashes. His breathing remained practiced and steady but there was no mistaking the muscles that twitched and jumped beneath his shirt as your fingers danced innocently from hip to hip. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his eyes rose to meet yours.
“I shudder to think what punishments a mind such as yours could dream up,” he said lightly.
Too lightly. Too unbothered.
“I’d only give as much as you’re able to take, of course.”
“Ah, of course.”
Dottore huffed out a dark laugh, his free hand rising up to almost tenderly stroke the ticklish outline of your jaw before falling to cup beneath. “I’ve been told I’m long-winded but you don’t give up do you? An admirable trait in some circumstances, I suppose. But you are a horribly impatient thing.”
His thumb pushed into the plush of your bottom lip, quietly admiring the give of it, the shades of red warping under his shifting pressure. “Although I suppose I have been quite busy, haven’t I?” he crooned and you felt a bright flicker of irritation at the implication that your entire time here had thus far revolved around a one-sided pining for him.
No, no. That wouldn’t do.
You had intended on taking him quick once he showed interest, but something bright and oddly delicate within the depths of your chest had you slowing down. Besides, you supposed a bit of teasing wouldn’t hurt.
“Being elbow deep in your funny little corpses all day makes you awful ornery. I just think you could use a break.”
Your hand dropped those final fatal inches, brushing along the front of his pants, fingers dragging a slow, lazy rhythm across the twitching hardness beneath. Archons, he was big. And he knew it, too. Had no reservations about pushing his hips forward and into your grip just to watch your eyes widen.
With a centering intent, you located and swiped across the tip, pressing there to savor the bead of precum wetting slowly through. His grip tightened painfully on your jaw and his own thumb jerked forward, sliding between your teeth. His eyes dipped closed almost as if to center himself, his finger resting on the pad of your tongue.
Dottore’s crimson gaze reemerged and fell transfixed upon the digit you pinched between your teeth before releasing. His voice was surprisingly even when he spoke again. “Tell me what you want.”
“You on your knees,” you said candidly, stroking along his length again, so hot against the palm of your flesh hand. “Some begging would be nice.”
His chuckle was a roll of thunder, sinister and foreboding. “Oh? How forward,” he remarked.
“And just a liiiittle bit of your time. Since like you said, you’ve been so busy. Then we can go back to pretending you haven’t wanted this since the very beginning. Is that so much to ask?”
The slow, wicked curl of Dottore’s lips would have sent anyone else running for the hills, but not you, a vicious thread of want unspooling between your thighs at the sight. To have such villainous lips pressing not only to yours but to your legs, your breasts, your everything.
The thought gave you pause, if only for a moment, a lapse that he took full advantage of as he dragged his palms up your sides with the leisure of a man with unlimited patience, his presence hot and solid, thumbs brushing, swooping purposefully along the outside swell of your breasts before trekking back down to settle on your hips.
“You just want a little bit of my time,” he repeated, nodding, “of course.”
You frowned. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. With a sudden, urgent need to unravel him, you yanked his hips closer with a tug of his belt buckle. “Then why don’t you kneel, hm? Or better yet, pet, why don’t you get on all 4’s for me?”
Dottore’s chest rumbled against yours. “You know,” he said gently, “you were right about me.” Something about his tone had your brows knitting with unease, stomach twisting.
“Was I?”
“I do get mean when I’m frustrated.”
With a single toss of his head, three things happened in sequence.
One, the needle beside Dottore’s head, the one your elemental skill had been holding in place, impaled into the tile behind you with a deafening crack. Two, there was a terrible sound of something whirring to life. And three, a cloud of winged darkness descended upon the two of you.
Ravens. Too many to count. With bright turquoise eyes and mechanical cries. They were jet black with gold stitching; the man couldn’t help but put signature pieces of himself into every one of his creations and these were no different.
A sudden, predatory step forward by Dottore sent you pedaling away, movement stalled by the backs of your legs hitting against the flat head of the embedded needle, too low to sit on, too wide to skirt around. Instinctively, your fingers found a stabling purchase in the center strap of his harness before you could topple backwards as he drove forward still.
In a terribly awkward mimicry of a ballroom dip, you hung off him, head whipping to the side to ward off the flurry of winged creatures that swept viciously past your faces like an ocean riptide. Spinning, they.painted an almost ethereal backdrop of black wings behind him for but a moment before they fell in a swirling formation around the two of you.
A tempestuous wind, one that matched the power and complexity of your frenzied mind, built with a vengeance around your feet as you swung your sharp gaze to his. Your taloned hand gripped into the blue linen of his shirt as you found an awkward balance, teetering backwards still, knuckles digging punishingly into his chest as you glared up at him.
“This isn’t fun for me,” you complained. “I’m not having fun.”
“Pity.” A thick laugh at your expense flowed like a dark lullaby from his chest as he addressed you with a sharp-toothed grin, ignoring the anemo tantrum even as his hair swept wildly across his face.
“Do you like control?”
“Yes,” you wheezed up at him, neck straining from the effort of holding your head up to glare at him. “I do. I really, really, do.”
“As it happens, so do I.”
“Oh well boo you, you absolute bore. You know, I was wondering where you kept that backbone.”
Both time and an unquelled fury had afforded you the capabilities to destroy a village with a single spin of your polearm. You both knew you could level the playing field if you wanted. And quite literally, too. But despite the terrible yearning to pin him into the nearest wall, to see him come apart at your hands, the storm remained strangely controlled. Even as you clung to him while he explored the notches of your spine gently, the movement clashing with that familiar lilt of cruelty with which he spoke.
“What was it you were searching for, hm?” he crooned. “For me to shirk the integrity of my research just for a meaningless dalliance? You seem to quite fancy the notion of vexing me into compliance, seeing how you’ve been trying to get this spine of yours bent over one of my exam tables for how many weeks now? You spoke of punishment earlier, well I’d like to subvert that notion entirely. Of what use are you having around at all if you only seek to meddle in my work?”
“Four,” you said simply and then in the following silence supplied, “four weeks I mean. And you’re in no position to be tossing around death threats. Not with those arms.”
“Aren’t I?”
Punishment came in the form of his fingers withdrawing from your spine, instead languidly dragging around to your lower stomach. Crimson eyes observed your reactions carefully as he slid a wriggling middle finger across the thin fabric of your shorts, mapping out and nestling between the hidden folds there. His eyes darkened with hunger at the intoxicating sound of your breath hitching. He pressed upward with the pad of that finger, carefully avoiding where you needed his touch most, circling your clothed entrance and basking in the heat emanating between your thighs.
“Shall I proceed?”
“Shall I proceed?” you mocked in a gruff voice. “What is this, open heart surgery? Pass me the scalpel, Doctor.”
“That could be arranged,” he responded, voice tight.
A quiet whine loosened from your throat when his arm slid around your lower back to better support his endeavor as he pressed his thumb into your clit. In a launched counterattack, you slashed four thin strips into his shirt with a flick of your wrist, then hoisted yourself up to his ear by wrapping the back of his neck.
“You want to look at my brain, too?” you said breathlessly. “You can finger fuck that, too, if you want.”
The arm around your back tightened painfully. He continued his exploration of the shape of your cunt, picking up a slow rhythm with two fingers circling your clit. The hand on your tailbone dragged up until it tangled into your hair, holding you there in the crook of his neck while he turned to whisper against your cheekbone.
“I wouldn’t put such temptations into my head, pet.”
“Nothing that wasn’t already there.”
“You are dangerously drawn to the profane, I’m afraid. Hm. What to do, what to do… I think the only way to silence such a perverse mind is to deprive it of what it craves most, wouldn’t you agree?”
He paused in his ministrations.
You were sure the glare you yanked back to sear him with could've taken out a small village. “No. I would not.”
Dottore chuckled low, but the tone was something you’d never heard, so tattered and almost restrained. Your eyes flicked down to the space between them and you smirked when you saw just how restrained he really was. He snatched your jaw and pulled your focus back to him, squeezing into the meat of your cheeks when you bared your teeth at him.
“You’re not incorrect, though, I have weighed the merits of studying such a specimen as you.”
“Ooh,” you grinned. “Intimately?”
He turned your face to the side to examine. “By and large, people are just a complex sum of their parts but you…”
You’re a person of jagged, scattered pieces I haven’t quite figured out yet.
“-You’ve been useful to me thus far. But all things fade and my patience wears thin.”
The murder of ravens dove back toward you with the command of an unseen signal and you closed your eyes and giggled as talons caught in the mask in your hair, knocking it completely off your head. But when the cold strike of metal wings slit into the sleeve of your shirt, slicing a thin crimson line across your shoulder, your eyes narrowed onto his with a deadpan, lethal focus.
“Do you want to know what happens if you keep pushing? Hm?” His fingers retreated until they splayed across your lower stomach instead.
“Do tell.”
“The bite of a single raven is painless when compared to, let’s say the bite of a scalpel against unsuspecting skin,” he murmured and his lips curled into a razor smile in response to the shiver that drove down your spine even as you vowed not to react.
“But just imagine in that creative head of yours… the onslaught of hundreds of tiny blades clipping away at flesh. Talons tearing into skin, muscle, perhaps even bone, reducing you to nothing but your base components in none but an instant. A deplorable thought, isn’t it.” The birds dive bombed again and you vibrated with the strangest kind of fever, your eyes fluttering shut as you teetered with the adrenaline, the hypnotizing lull of his voice as he spoke of Death.
Death. That big old thing with wings. Shy and sweet - that shadowed creature that flitted just there at the corner of your eye. Always there, gone no matter how swiftly you turned to look. Soft and unforgiving, a small comfort, as light as the feather of a single raven. That’s all they were, just feathers across time.
“Open your eyes.” You did with a whine, locking onto Dottore with a furrowed brow, your hands trailing up to bury into his shoulders, recentering yourself with reality. “After all, those would go first, I’m sure. Ravens are inclined to burrow, build their nests in high places. Ah, perhaps I’ll put your skull on my bookshelf. What a pretty sight that would be,” he crooned. His thumb swept up and smoothed across your brow almost comfortingly, circling down to rest on the crest of your cheekbone. Your head buzzed and a deadly impatience gnawed at the place his hand rested unmoving on your belly.
“It is a pain beyond the bounds of human comprehension, to die in such a way, at least from what I’ve borne witness to. Is it Death that you crave? I wouldn’t allow a creature such as yourself a tedious end, you know. No, you deserve something more… remarkable.” With an uncharacteristic bout of submission that had his head cocking in satisfaction, you allowed his hand to wrap your neck, the experimental squeeze like a trigger, your hips rolling needily into his.
“So I’d beg you the question, what comes next?” he asked. “What happens if you continue to push and push?”
Dottore’s erection dug into the soft of your stomach when you pressed forward, your palms rising to cup his face in wonder. Your eyes followed the track of his swallow.
Such a beautiful distraction he was.
“Oh, Dottore… Oh, please, Dottore,” you sang out like a damsel in distress before lightning quick, you wrenched his head to the side to hiss in his ear. “So poetic. Romantic, even. Death by a thousand cuts and all that. Listen, I’ll tell you what happens,” you panted, a pyro fervor rising quickly to the surface of your skin. “Birds or no birds, if you don’t make me cum, I’ll call every last scrap of power you so sweetly bestowed upon me just to incinerate this place to nothing but the ashes of your hard work. What a fucking waste that would be, hm? No punishment quite like the consequences of your own actions is there? Oop! Hello karma, let me introduce you to my good friend the Doctor!” You tittered when the muscles of his jaw clenched beneath your grip.
“And then, Doctor, when we’re both standing here in the rubble of this archon forsaken place, I will go out of my way to abuse the laws of time just to make sure you suffer over and over again and then I will burn you, Prime, I will burn you if you don’t move your fucking fingers right now-”
The rest of your sentiment was cut off by a fist clenching into your hair, tearing your lips away from his ear and crushing them against his own. With a shattered groan, he poured his frustration down your throat while he did exactly as you requested, picking up an intensely fast rhythm against your clit that had you clawing at his biceps, startled from the sudden friction, your squeal of surprise swallowed whole by the violence of his kiss.
There was nothing gentle about the way he moved against each you, hips grinding a relentless rhythm, lips bruising yours as he nipped and licked, hand fisting so tightly in your hair you swore he’d take a good bit of it with him if he ever decided to remove himself.
And nothing could have prepared you for the peculiar sensation - an uncharacteristic feeling of being completely unsure of what came next. Of being knocked completely sideways whilst never feeling more balanced. Like there was a pulsing thing in your sternum running parallel to your heart, some melancholy sensation that centered and secured.
That tethered.
Wind howled around them. Birds cried. And somewhere, somewhere in your addled mind, there was quiet.
Pleasure recycled from your mouth and into his as he drove you toward a climax that came fast but ferocious in its intensity. The borders of your vision faded until all you could do was wrap your arms around his shoulder and hold on as you shook against him, a high pitched whine spilling from between your lips. And his crimson gaze, glazed and almost desperate, remained open to study the way in which you unraveled; how your eyes screwed shut, your fingers finding purchase in his own hair, tugging it terribly hard to prove some semblance of control over him even as you came apart with nothing but his fingers.
Time, with no assistance, seemed to stand still as you came to, your nose pressed into the soft crook of his neck, arms still wrapping his shoulders. Papers were scattered, tables overturned. Some ravens flew still, riding the leftover anemo current above, while some perched, eyeing the two of them with a cold, mechanical disinterest.
A song played on that little radio somewhere, broken and skipping but still pushing through as he swayed back and forth.
“Are we… dancing?”
“Quiet.”
Soft wings brushed across the hollowness in your chest and you nuzzled further into him without much thought. Holding your breath, you dragged your fingers down his chest, intent to undo him in the same way, his cock still hard and insistent against you, but he swatted your fingers away. Once, twice.
“Hey. You haven’t even-”
“Be quiet.”
“Why do you get the lead?”
Dottore didn’t say a word, but his weary sigh tickled the back of your neck and you fell into the silence that comes with newness.
“Did you know ravens usually work in pairs to acquire their food?” you said suddenly.
There was a long pause. “...I did.”
“Hm.”
You said nothing else, and if he noticed the unsubtle way in which you stole back the lead, he didn’t say a word.
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Hiii! Can you write a touchy!dottore x fem!reader smut? Tysmm!
(p.s: I just adoree your writing and I hope your doing well!)
Oh man, you know he would never stop touching you, he's obsessed.
Pairing: Dottore x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, fingering, semi-public sex, dom/sub dynamics, objectification
A/N: Got a lot of good stuff today. Starting with Dottore.
Sees you like an outlet for his pleasure when ever he needs it
You can feel him watching you through his mask, his eyes alone enough to make you squirm in your seat
Watching is never enough for him, he needs to be touching you as much as possible, can never let you out of his sight
Rubs your thigh at every meeting
Giving the soft flesh a little squeeze he lets you know when to spread your legs open
Wouldn't fuck you in a meeting again, not after confirming you can't keep your mouth shut, but he likes keeping his hand between your legs, stroking his fingers up and down to make sure you're paying attention
Dottorefeels very entitled to you at any given moment
When he wants to touch you, no matter what he or you are doing he will make everything stop to fulfill his needs, he's a very selfish man like that
If you try to move away he simply pulls you back and sootgs your worries with a soft kiss
Would keep you handcuffed to himself if he could
Handcuffs have been used before but only to restrain you when he already has his hands on you
Keeps you from touching him, hearing you begging to touch him when he can touch you all he wants
Is cuddly after sex, he sits you in his lap and lightly bites your neck while your pussy stops fluttering around his cock
He keeps his cock inside you for as long as he can, waiting to see if you're gonna start moving on your own
There are times when you're way too tired and actually fall asleep on him so he feels bad about waking you up
Works together with you but he stands behind you with his cock pushed inside your warm pussy
From the back no one can tell what he's doing, his body and cape hide it
But if someone stuck around they would be able to hear your barely muffled whimpers and sighs
He claims he's cold and needs your body to warm him up but you know he's not telling the truth
Makes you think you can say no, and you suppose you could, but... his grin is enough to entice you to straddle his lap and melt into his arms
To his credit it doesn't always end with sex, he really does want to be close to you that much
Hates when you point out how much he likes to touch you
Knows he can't keep his hands off you but you don't get to be the one to tease him about it, you don't have that power over him, he has the power over you
He is the one who needs to snap his fingers and you're bending over his work desk and pulling your panties to the side
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better treatment
➳ il dottore x gn!reader
➳ cw: DOTTORE, slight gore, implied stockholm!reader, gentle dottie <33
➳ a/n: feeding you freakazoids a late night snack while i get started on the requests!! i LOVED every single one of them and i'll get on them ASAP!!
➳ word count: 705 (a snack)
Cold hands caressing down the middle of your bare back woke you up from your light, drug-induced slumber. Your eyes fluttered open and then closed again tiredly, eyelashes kissing your dusty-pink cheeks. Torso bare, you laid stomach down on what you could only guess was one of Dottore’s dissection tables. Your head was to the side, cheek planted on the chilling metal. You weren’t sure if the metallic smell was from the stainless steel.
You could only hope.
“Ah, there you are.” You could hear the smile in Dottore’s voice. His icy fingers grazed along the sides of your torso, stopping at your waist. He hummed, satisfied, before sharing the silence with you. Goosebumps kissed your skin and you wished you could move; use your vision to warm the aching cold –- oh. You forgot that you had that gift ripped away from you moons ago.
It’s for the better he told you, and maybe it was. It’s an uncontrolled variable, dear. Though, you wished at times that you still had it. It interferes with the results I'm looking for. You didn’t understand how your vision could do how he described, but oh well. There was no igniting the flame on the useless pendant that you used to keep hanging by your hip.
Dottore’s fingers raking through your hair brought you back from your thoughts. His touch was gentle, but too cold to feel comforting. It came to you as a shock feeling Dottores bare fingertips ever so gently massaging your sore scalp.
You could've dozed off right then and there,
But white hot pain burned through you brighter than any star in the night sky. The scalpel slid effortlessly through the skin of your back with perfect precision, and you could feel thick crimson beads pooling at the opening. You wanted to scream, but you clenched your teeth together like it would somehow dull the throbbing burn along your spine.
“Any pain?” a playful tone laced his words. He thought he was being funny. The hand in your hair was pulling gently on your roots but Dottore was keeping your head from moving. You could feel the heat of your skin warming the table beneath you, the cold no longer prickly against your flush body.
“Remind me again of your medication.” Dottore was looking at you through his mask, his lips resting in a slight frown.
“I, uhm…” Your mind was drawing blanks and you couldn't help the pained moans slip past your pale lips. The slur of medical words always went through one ear and out the other. It was as if he was speaking another language. The way he gushed as he listed the side effects of each new medication made the tips of your fingers tingle. On one hand, he knew what he was talking about and there wasn't a single detail he missed; you knew exactly what to expect. On the other hand, it made you feel wary of how happy he was to explain to you about all the negative effects you would experience.
“I expected as much. Lack of mental clarity is commonly associated with your condition.” You could feel Dottore’s hard glare burning into you, disappointed at your lacking response.
Funny he mentioned forgetfulness, though. Often there were times you couldn't recall why you were under his care to begin with. But time and time again, he reminded you that you were with him to get help — that he wanted to help you.
You could feel Dottore slipping something beneath your icy skin. Your mind wasn't allowed to wonder because Dottore was pushing it deeper and deeper into your body. You were gritting your teeth together, praying to the Archons it would stop.
"Shh, shh, shh. Almost there, dear."
Dottore grounded you by running his free hand up the length of your torso and you could feel the effects of his touch in the pit of your stomach.
The needle piercing the flesh of your back, sewing your body back to whole, was nothing compared to the painful throb that ached your body.
“Welcome back, my dear.” Eyes resting for a moment, you imagined that there was a smile on Dottore’s lips as he praised you.
It's what made any of it worth it.
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♦ beauty and the beast ; dottore x gn!reader ; modern au
♦ the infamous second harbinger with...a beautiful voice !?
your boyfriend, zandik, is...known in the science field. how wouldn't he be? he's one of the top students of the sumeru akademiya and a criminal.
you don't say criminal lightly.
but he's definitely a genius, which is also why he never gets a break from his job, constantly doing one experiment or the other. he is one of the fatui's biggest assets.
luckily, you managed to convince them to give him a break since sitting in his lab all day and looking at him dissect weird creatures wasn't the best date plan, and they agreed (with some persuassion which may or may not have included threats and food).
"why do we have to do this again?" zandik says, rolling his eyes.
"because it's fun, zan," you start, "and we haven't had time for ourselves in ages," you scoot over to him, cuddling up on the couch. with a sigh, he wraps his arms around you, draping them across your shoulders. too engrossed in the movies, you fail to notice the lovesick smile on his face as he brings you closer to him.
what movies are you watching? well of course some of the best movies in history! disney movies!
the movie marathon goes on with zandik telling you how childish this is. "seriously, these are movies for children," he'll say, squinted his eyes in criticism. but he doesn't change it, neither does he leave, but he still seems very uninterested.
that is until beauty and the beast pops up on the screen. you fail to know why, but he doesn't criticise it after the first few scenes, intently focuses on it, occasionally looking at you whenever belle and the beast are together. is he pulling you closer as well?
you both ending up falling asleep by frozen.
the next day, zandik has work yet again, and you don't know when you'll be able to have a peaceful time like you did before again. the thought makes you feel a little sad.
you seat yourself on one of his tables, fidgeting with some of his things before you hear a familiar song. you look at him, confused until you see his lips moving.
"certain as the sun," he pauses, "rising in the east," you're sure he doesn't realise that he's singing, but you can't bring yourself to tell him. how can you when you're entranced by his voice. it's angelic and almost like a lullaby. enough to rival columbina, even.
"tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme," he pauses again, tinkering with something in his hand, "beauty and the beast," you look at him in awe, slowly getting down from the table as he reaches the end of the song.
"tale as old as time," he sings and you creep forward.
"song as old as rhyme," this time, you two sing together. zandik finally realises what he's been doing, but instead of stopping, he smirked, bringing you closer by the waist and facing you, lips inches away.
"beauty and the beast," he finishes the song with his lips on yours, smiling. you really have him wrapped around your fingers, don't you?
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Masterlist₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
🌷͙֒ NSFW
‧₊˚✧[Fatui Harbingers]✧˚₊‧
Fatui Harbingers x Reader Headcannons
Fatui Male Harbingers x Reader Wearing their Harbingers Coat
‧₊˚✧[Dottore]✧˚₊‧
Dottore x Reader x Pantalone Funeral Procession
Dottore x AFAB!Reader 🌷͙֒
Omega x AFAB!Reader x Pantalone 🌷͙֒
Dottore x Reader Injured Reader
Webttore x Reader 🌷͙֒
Yandere!Webttore x Reader 🌷͙֒
Webttore x Reader Can't stop Worrying
Akademiya!Dottore x Reader 🌷͙֒
Dottore x Reader Hard to say
‧₊˚✧[Pantalone]✧˚₊‧
Dottore x Reader x Pantalone Funeral Procession
Omega x AFAB!Reader x Pantalone 🌷͙֒
Pantalone x Reader Last Dance
Pantalone x Reader Walk down memory lane
Pantalone x Reader Rings
‧₊˚✧[Childe]✧˚₊‧
Childe x Reader Rain of Blood
Childe x Reader Days like these
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Arlecchino x AFAB!Reader Caring Maid
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Capitano x Reader Rythm of the heart
Capitano x Worried!Reader
‧₊˚✧[Liyue]✧˚₊‧
‧₊˚✧[Xiao]✧˚₊‧
Xiao x Reader Singing
Xiao x Reader Thunderstorms
Baizhu x Reader Doctor knows best
‧₊˚✧[Fontaine]✧˚₊‧
‧₊˚✧[Neuivllette]✧˚₊‧
Neuvillette x Reader Singing
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Wriothesley x Reader Singing
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Restock day in Dottore's lab
A/N: Listen, I'm sorry but this idea has been rattling around in my mind for so long now and I'm afraid I will not know peace before it's been evicted in the form of writing. It was planned out as a chapter of the long fic I've started working on, but it'll be a long time before that catches up to where I want this. My english is bad and my writing skills are even worse so yeah, proceed at your own risk… Big mention to @/boundinparchment and @/surveyycorps whose amazing Dottore works have most certainly influenced my subconscious and this by extension.
Warnings/tags: Alludes to mental breakdown, no comfort, very brief gore, fem!oc x dottore, reader x dottore but reader will get personality and backstory, isn't really an x anything since assistant oc doesn't show up until very last bit (and doesn't do much) but it's part of a long fic I've started writing which will be oc x dottore.
Minors do not interact
It was by no means an imposing door. Made from worn fir planks it had an almost domestic feeling to it. The more he looked at it, the more out of place something felt. Although it was currently impossible to determine whether that 'something' was him or the door. It was ridiculous how much a simple piece of wood could annoy anyone, but compared to the otherwise sterile and metallic surroundings this stuck out like a sore thumb. His brow furrowed as he caught his mind slipping, it had been doing so more often as of late, and the mere thought of such ineffectiveness was enough to make his fingers twitch at his sides. This would be a quick in and out, simply grab what he needed urgently and get back to work.
He could still recall the conversations he'd had with Pantalone when the lower levels of the Palace had been refurbished to house his primary base of operations. The banker had been stingy, insisting that he would not pay a single mora for something so frivolous as the storage rooms being remodeled to fit the appearance of the laboratories. At the time, Dottore had written it off as some ridiculous principle and complied. After all, he'd been more than content to forego aesthetics and instead funnel his attention into making his workspace functionally perfect. But right now, accompanied by already frayed nerves and the dull thudding in his head, it felt like a blatant attempt at establishing control.
So that's what Pantalone had been trying to do all along, limit and influence him? Just as narrow-minded and afraid of change as the rest of those miserable fools Dottore had dealt with during his long life. Years of bitter resentment flared to life, cradling his body in it's warm embrace as bile rose in his throat. No doubt a scheming leech like the damned banker wouldn't be above weaponizing something as trivial as interior design to subtly nudge him. A willingness to make small sacrifices was the first step towards being manipulated. What else had he agreed to over the years? His thoughts were jumbled and disorganized, a consequence of Omega's little stunt no doubt, and just sorting through all the memories made him queasy. He felt his pulse pounding behind his eyes, the capillaries no doubt on the verge of bursting. His mind barely registered it as his body took two unsteady steps forward, a calloused hand instinctively reaching for the wall to steady his weight. The cool stone against his skin didn't serve to quell the embers of his anger even half as much as he'd hoped.
There were the constant squabbles for funding.
Was he being spied on?
The compromises on subject sourcing.
One of his notebooks were missing.
It had been too long since he'd had something sweet.
He needed to get rid of the contamination in lab four.
When had he last checked on Haeresys?
Having to settle for parts and-
A faint laugh escaped his lips, the sound lost between the cracks in the walls. He'd done it again, forgotten his intentions and drifted into a string of preposterous thoughts. Being away from his work wasn't doing his mind any favors. A hand made its way towards the gleaming earring, the movement subconscious as he sought to disconnect from the network. For a moment placebo kicked in as he deposited the jewelry into his back pocket and all fell quiet around him. But ever the fast mind, it soon occurred that the voices, his voices dammit, weren't something that could simply be turned off anymore. They all- No, he just needed some time to assimilate and he would endure as he always had. With a renewed sense of determination, and a small shake of his head to clear his mind, he pushed open the door. Forcing himself not to wince as it creaked on its hinges, his jaw tensed. Another thing he'd need to get fixed. Not bothering to close the door behind him he stepped inside, hands clasped behind his back as he let his gaze scan across the shelves and stacks of equipment. Dust lingered atop the surfaces, a testament to how long it had been since he'd last had to restock he mused. The younger segments, not quite mature enough where he'd trust them, trust himself, to be in charge of any real research took care of such menial work as restocking the labs. Following the incident the laboratory had been stocked for a while, with material turnover naturally slowing down to match the available workforce.
He pushed down the intrusive thoughts reminding him that he'd been cutting corners and compromising on various things the past couple of days, actively avoiding having to leave his experiments to pick up new pipettes, tubes, plates, glassware, spare mechanic parts… He'd need some of the chemicals as well, unwieldy containers that took more time moving than what it was worth. He wanted to curse at himself, he should've written a note of what he needed. A glance over his shoulder and across the corridor was all it took to remind him how close his laboratory was, it would be easy to do a quick check. The thought had barely formed before a scowl settled on his face, going back and forth was hardly a necessity, he should know what he needed to bring over.
As his focus returned to the dimly lit room, a feeling of unease seeped into his bones. Nothing was placed as he remembered it. Granted, it had most likely been more than a century since this body had last been in here. The shelves were lined from floor to ceiling with various necessities, and he had to stop himself from swearing as he realized none of the boxes were labelled with anything save for some seemingly random assortment of letters and numbers. No doubt they had meaning, but the symbols refused to part with their secrets as his eyes roamed over them. He'd recognize his own handwriting anywhere, this version a little more legible than average. One of the youngsters had made the system then, that would only make figuring it harder. His hand ran through his hair, a small voice briefly reminding him how long it had been since he'd last washed it properly. Every box had a letter and between one to three numbers, the digits appearing random in their placement along the shelves. So they didn't indicate position in the room, meaning it must pertain to the content of the box. In that case, they were likely numbered so the things most often used had the lowest numbers, a simple yet relatively clever system. Perhaps the letters were some sort of category indicator, it could be based on the type of work it was required for? It wasn't a system without fault of course, the value having needed to be assigned based on subjective opinion. The youngest segments had likely never looked through any documents that could indicate how much or how often everything was ordered.
His headache was pushed back at the satisfaction of having cracked the code, now he'd just find the box with the lowest value and use that as a reference to grasp what things had been ranked as 'important'. A small smile tugged at the corner of his chapped lips as he perused the shelves, crimson eyes systematically skimming across the stocks. The heels of his boots clicked against the flooring with every step he took into the maze of shelves and loose containers lining the floor. Incredible how much had been shoved into the modest room. An accident in here could set his research months back, the thought in and of himself bringing some odd semblance of comfort which should by no means be there. A small hum of approval left him as his eyes found what they'd been looking for, bringing his scattered thoughts back to the present. Reaching out with gloved hands he grabbed a box, the container surprisingly light in his hold. Labelled as 'G-3' he'd expected it to contain something like glassware, but the feeling of it in his hands suggested it must then be largely empty. He set it down on the ground, kneeling to get a better look as he impatiently pried it open.
"Cotton?"
The word had left his lips before he could stop it, the sound grating his ears. He could already hear the mocking laughter in his head, wanting nothing more than to rip whatever nerve cells were responsible for it out. Too distracted to put the crate back, he simply stood up and gave it a small push with the tip of his shoe, having already forgotten it as his mind ran rampant. If cotton was labeled so high, surely it couldn't be based on importance. What did he even use cotton for? Could it have been of use to one of the others in case a subject was bleeding? His stomach churned involuntarily, shoving aside memories of mangled bodies, picked apart for nothing in particular. It had been a disgusting endeavor, spearheaded by his worst perspective. But why should they have bothered with first aid when most of those subjects weren't even reused? An utter waste of materials.
He grasped another box, desperate to find what he needed and get out. The air weighed heavily on him as he kept pulling out crates and containers, all of them landing unceremoniously on the floor. Within just five minutes his movements had become erratic, almost desperate in the need to find something, anything he could use right now. This was his creation, fostered by his mind and realized by his hands. Another perspective, but ultimately him. The Doctor. A Fatui Harbinger. There was nothing he couldn't solve if given the tools and time, and he most certainly would not let something as inconsequential as…
Glass crashed to the ground, the sound rattling his bones and pulling him back to the present as hundreds of delicate glass pipettes shattered. The fragments spilling from the crate he'd so carelessly tossed on the ground. He'd needed those. The realization made his movements falter, the jumbled voices in his head screaming for him to continue, stop, cry, anything and everything really. His finger tapped against his thigh in a quick rhythm, counting the taps in the back of his mind. A shaky hand reached up to unclasp the mask as he found himself desperate for anything to cool his burning skin. This was too much.
At least he didn't see any shattered or broken chemical containers meaning this was still only a disgraceful inconvenience, not a health hazard. Laughter erupted from his throat, the sound foreign and intrusive as he felt it worm its way inside his skull. His knees hit the hard stone before his mind could catch up. His head lowered, eyes widening as he saw a few unfamiliar droplets wetting the ground in front of him. The laughter died down to a faint chuckle as his throat constricted, only serving to make the sound of his gloved finger tapping more prominent in the ravaged room. His entire body stiffened as something not of his making reached his ears, the breathing pattern recognizable enough by now that it made him want to sink into the cracks beneath him. Instead, scarred hands moved by themselves to clip the mask back on before he straightened his back.
"How. Long?" the words were by no means rude, a faint voice in the back of his mind praising him for not lashing out. If nothing else, he could cling to that small display of control to remind himself that all was well.
"Long enough," she sounded like she'd wanted to say more but refrained, at least it seemed his technician was learning to control that damnable tongue of hers. The relief at her lack of further questioning had barely manifested when her next words washed over him like a bucket of cold water.
"But pray tell, Doctor, how am I supposed to prepare the new solutes and buffers when you've seemingly decided to break all the clean glassware?" His fists tightened at the accusatory tone in her voice, making him feel like a scolded child. Making no effort to tread lightly, he got to his feet, hard heels slamming into the ground hard enough that the thought of looking for additional cracks in the ground briefly flashed through his mind. Within seconds he'd crossed the distance, no thoughts spared for the mess of items that cracked and broke beneath his feet. Towering over the young woman, he bit into the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing anything rash. She had proven too useful for his research, especially with the segments gone. He only had to endure until they were rebuilt. He leaned forward, hands clasped behind his back as he brought the beak of his mask uncomfortably close. A thin smile stretched across his lips as he saw her resolve crumble just enough for her to take half a step back.
"As resourceful as you are, surely you can think something up, hm?" His voice was laden with derision as he straightened back up, fingers itching to dig into her skin hard enough to draw blood. Once more he found himself grateful for the mask that covered half his face, letting him close his eyes unnoticed for a brief moment of respite before striding past her. He had half a mind to grasp the door handle and slam the door behind him as he stepped into the hallway.
"Ah, one moment Doctor. There's no system to it really, Xi simply had it memorized. I made an overview of sorts for my own convenience, it's on the back of the door," he swore there was a smug sort of satisfaction to her words as she continued, "in case you need it in the future."
His hands had tightened into fists while she spoke. Of course it had been nothing but wishful thinking that such a foolish child would've created anything as worthwhile as a storage system. Despite his wounded pride, curiosity plucked at the edges of his thoughts and spurred him on. He'd already sunk low enough for a subordinate to see him in such a disgraceful state, satisfying the question on his mind would hardly make matters worse.
"The codes. What is their purpose?" The words came out more clipped than he'd have liked, but just the act of forming a coherent sentence proved troublesome. He wanted to roll his eyes as he heard her sigh softly, it was a bad habit on her part, six even breaths followed by a sigh. Another miserable tool to fix.
Her words were drowned out by the ringing in his ears, vision blurred at the edges as he marched across the hallway and into his laboratory. The lock clicked into place as he shut the door behind him before ripping the mask off and tossing it aside, gloves following soon after. Fingers swiftly tangled in his locks, massaging at his scalp in an attempt to ease the tension. If he was lucky, his technician would get the message. Even if she had a key this was no time to intrude. His body slumped onto the nearest chair, his forehead almost immediately making contact with the table. Raspy chuckles mixed with quiet sobs as his nails scraped off the bloody scabs that had recently made themselves at home on his skin. His thoughts raged, mute voices mocking him for not having predicted this outcome.
'The codes? Oh, they're for Pantalone's convenience. It's how he prefers the materials we order to appear in the expense reports. Something about product codes.'
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YOU WRITE SO COOOL, ok here my request if they are still open. What about y/n is a fatui lower cadet who has a bad backstory in the akademiya with dottore before he become a harbinger. And now that y/n has to go in dangerous missions in the name of the tsaritsa, dottore is doing everything in his power to stop y/n cause he loves them secretly. (In other words enemy to lovers)
How do I say I love you?
Dottore x reader (Romantic)
Warnings:Swearing/Dottore's referred to as Zandik/Dottore is not part of the fatui yet
Pronouns:He/Him (Dottore) You/Your (Reader)
Agnst/Comfort/Fluff
Explanation:You've known Dottore for a long time, you even went to the Akademiya with him, but you two weren't exactly close. Later in life Dottore found himself falling for you, but you've joined the fatui and now Dottore's trying to convince you to to quit
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Zandik paced back and forth in your house, he was waiting for you to get home. He knew you'd yell at him for trespassing but today was the day that you'd return home from your mission, it's been one month sense Zandik last saw you, and he wouldn't admit it, but he missed you. You were running late, you were supposed to be home three hours ago, where were you? Were you dead? Did you get kidnapped? Were you forced to move to Snezhnaya? Zandik sat down on your couch and gripped his hair, he felt tears forming in his eyes, no! He couldn't cry! He was the the most intelligent person in probably the whole of tayvat, he couldn't show weakness!
Zandik heared the door to your house open and his head shot up, he was relieved when he saw you, but that feeling of calmness was quickly overturned by pure terror when he saw the huge gash on your shoulder. Zandik leaped off of your couch and rushed over to you. "What happened to you?!" Zandik said, he forgot to hide the worry in his voice, but that wasn't important right now. "Why would you care?" You hissed while glaring up at Zandik, Zandik was about to snap back but decided that this wasn't the time to argue with you. Zandik scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom to heal your wound, luckily you didn't try to fight back.
Zandik sat you down on the bathroom countertop and started to search through your cabinets for medical supplies, you had quite a lot sense you were constantly getting hurt. (I don't know a lot of things about medical stuff so this might be inaccurate.) Dottore pressed a cloth to your gash, trying to stop the bleeding, Zandik continued to put pressure on the wound for a full 15 minutes and then started to clean the wound with a damp (different) cloth.
"This has happened to many times [Name] you need to quit." Zandik said. "No way, this job makes good money, why do you care so much anyway?!" You snapped back, you were so stubborn. "Because... Because it would be bad for my image if my rival died, everyone would think I murdered you." You rolled your eyes at Zandik's bad response. "Tell me the actual reason." You said in a clam, but still frustrated voice. "I told you the actual reason." Zandik hissed back, your questions were annoying, well this one specifically. "I know you're lying." You glared at Zandik. "I'm not lying!" Zandik said in a more frustrated voice. "Zandik-" before you could finish your sentence Zandik yelled: "Because I love you!" Zandik covered his mouth when he realized what he said. Your eyes widened. "You... Love me...?" There was a hint of happiness in your voice, it made Zandik feel better about what he said. "Yes... And I can't stand to see you hurt... I... I hate seeing you get back from missions all bloody and bruised, so please... Please stop..." There was desperateness in Zandik's voice. Zandik closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears. "Zandik... I can't-" You were cut off again by Zandik. "Why?! Why can't you?!" Zandik's voice was breaking and there were tears streaming down his face. "Please [Name]!" Zandik held your hand tightly. "Zandik... I can't quit... I... I signed a contract..." Zandik's eyes widened and he slowly looked up at you. "What do you mean you can't quit...?" You stayed silent for a while before talking. "The contract said... I couldn't quit..." (Let's be honest, the fatui probably don't let people quit till they drop dead.) Zandik stayed silent in shock for a few seconds, then he took a deep breath and spoke. "Then I'll join the fatui." Your eyes widened. "What...? Zandik you can't..." Zandik shook his head. "I need to protect you [Name], I'm joining the fatui and you can't stop me." You hugged Zandik with the arm you could actually move. "Please... be careful..." Zandik kissed your cheek. "I will my love."
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