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yuutx · 1 month

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 ? ! (𝐼𝐿 𝒟𝒪𝒯𝒯𝒪𝑅𝐸)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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uplatterme · 1 year

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a/n: did somebody say another writing style?? is this zandik? (idk). is this modern au? (idk). you can decide for yourselves really. dottie may not be a girl but he’s babygirl. therefore, onahole.

cw: sub!dottore, dom!reader (gn!terms,reader penetrates) | pwp, objectification, deepthroating (character!receiving), slight asphyxiation, crying, toys underneath clothes, humiliation, overstimulation, aphrodisiac, semi-public (why are there so many. i may have gone too wild, i fear.)

5 Important and Essential Steps To Remember Into Becoming the Perfect Onahole <3 (ft. Il Dottore)

1. Open Up! Nothing is too big. If you think it is, you’re simply not trying hard enough. Your throat is there for a reason!

Dottore’s in tears as he tries to take in your entire length, not even halfway. The edges of his mouth hurt, he can’t breathe, and worse of all, you’re judging him while he pathetically gags, saliva dripping all over his legs.

“Teeth, Dottore.” You say.

He sobs even more, the fact that he has to adjust and open up wider due to his sharp teeth is agonizing. He needs air, he wants to breathe deeper but he knows that’ll only mess things up, pulling you even deeper into his throat.

He uses his hand, pulling down his jaw. He can take you—he can—he can—he will!

Dottore practically almost faints once you’re all the way to his throat, he rolls his eyes, he can’t say anything or think at this point. His groaning is vibrating on your skin, if he tries to speak, he’ll die.

You drag your finger down his throat, you’re bulging, the soft skin barely doing anything to hide your curve.

“Such a perfect sleeve, my love.”

He can’t hear you anymore.

2. Always Be Ready! An onahole must always be ready for its owner’s use. Make sure you’re always lubed up and stretched out!

Dottore shudders as the vibrator shakes inside his walls, he wants to buckle over, it’s been so long since he’s taken it out. He wants to, but he can’t. What if you were to pull him away right now? He can’t be caught unprepared and dry! He has to please you after all.

His wetness damps his pants and he hastily tries to cover it with his laboratory gown. Each step ruins him, sending the vibrator even deeper. He breathes out his moans, it’s embarrassing. Climaxing due to walking like this in public? Dottore shivers as he thinks.

He needs a release, please. He begs silently, in whimpers, hoping that you were able to somehow magically hear them.

He has to assist himself on a wall, walking and finding somewhere he won’t be seen. The Doctor ends up in an alley, collapsing on his knees as he finishes, his legs shaking against one another. The vibrator ruthlessly pounds into him even after that, making him remember that he can’t turn it off. He trembles as he stands up, he can’t stay here.

Dottore licks his lips and smiles.

3. Be Quiet! As an onahole, you have no right to argue with your owner. Whether they fill you up or thrust ruthlessly, that is up to them!

Dottore’s body is limping as you keep pushing. He’s exhausted, how many hours…? The aphrodisiac has made it hard to tell.

His lab is ruined, secretions everywhere due to the different positions he has been in. Right now, he’s flipped over, unable to see your face, not even for comfort. He swallows down a cry, anybody could walk in right now. It’s been hours of gasping and panting, just so he avoids specific lewd noises that may come out of his mouth.

“W-When will we finish?” He asks.

“Be patient.”

Another vial is forced into his mouth. The immediate effects are already showing. His skin burns, touch him, please.

“Oh god…” He yearns.

He agreed to this, he tells himself. Still, he’s barely able to do anything except lay down on the laboratory table, on top of his very important studies, cumming all over them.

“S-Stomach’s full…I can’t—”

4. Stay Still! Where are you going? You aren’t done until your owner says so, silly! An onahole lets their holes be used in any way they want.

Dottore flushes in embarrassment. The bathroom stall had such a limited space, and yet he still grinds down on you. He silently cries, begging you to be done.

You don’t even bother to close the door. His reputation would be at risk here! He’s warm. When you called him here, he did not expect for such a thing to happen, and yet, here he is, bouncing up and down, liquids audibly mixing and painting his walls.

The toilet is clean and he may as well replace that instead with how much you’ve excreted into him. He does a far better job than that.

This is not for his pleasure, he allows his body to be used by you like this. Yet, he still wallows in it, as if it was him using you instead.

Dottore yelps once his body is pushed down by his waist. He chants out your name, pleading for no more due to how tired he is.

He hopes no one hears that.

Unfortunately for him, the sound of a toilet flushing follows.

5. Keep Practicing! In order to achieve perfection, you must have lots and lots of experience first. Once you’re confident in your skills, that’s when you can truly call yourself the perfect onahole.

Dottore’s insides have been carved out just for your shape. His body knows just what to do to please you.

Starting with his mouth, which can now open wide. Not gagging anymore as it’s filled to the brim. He uses his throat to his advantage, learning how he can effectively control it by studying the folds that move whenever he speaks. He still cries in pain, but he promises to do better next time! He’ll get there!

Then his thighs, you’ve used them so much to the point it feels as if nerves of pleasure have started to sprout there. His body arching just from a simple pinch of his skin. He can’t get enough of it.

Finally, his hole. Unclenching and clenching at the right rhythm, now knowing how to keep everything you give him inside, not letting a single drop spill. He can take you whole now, his guts having the pleasure to remember you well.

Such a perfect cocksleeve.

No matter how many times you’ve used him, it never gets old. Like every single time is perfect, a repeating cycle of pure pleasure for each of you.

Shit, you’re addicted.

#ugh dottore content again??#dom reader #sub genshin impact #dom!reader #sub genshin #genshin impact smut #plattered writings #genshin impact x reader #sub dottore #sub!dottore

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acid-ixx · 9 months

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knife play with yandere! il dottore, except you fear he'd actually hurt you with one until he carefully takes your palms in his and offers a newly brandished knife. you can't discern his emotions under his mask, but you can feel his heavy breathing (of excitement?) as his body pushes itself against you and he sits on your lap that's atop a hospital bed. you're scared, rightfully so— but with the way he whispers that you shouldn't be. after that you have all the power to hurt him: the 2nd strongest harbinger, an arrogant man with the power to create a God— that you feel a hint of exhilaration.

it's not long 'til you find yourself pinning him against clean, white sheets, your right knee harshly pressing against his hard-on, and dominant hand faintly pressing the knife against the plush skin of his neck. it's not long 'til a faint warmth encapsulates your body and you feel yourself equally drunk in pleasure as your head dives in the opposite side of his neck, biting and sucking, and uncaring of the knife grazing and drawing blood. you don't even notice the faint grunts of the man beneath you, too focused on releasing your hell-bent anger towards the harbinger.

a/n: hello ^^ nice to be back!! this is a short sagau drabble that'll soon turn into a full-fledge one-shot

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere dottore #dottore x reader #sub genshin #yandere genshin #sub yandere #sub genshin impact #drabble #genshin self aware au #self aware genshin #sagau #sub dottore

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mystolli · 1 year

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## . . . ANGELS & DEVILS

degraders vs. praisers ft. diluc, ayato, zhongli, heizou, il dottore, & kazuha

꩜ genre: smut

꩜ cw: afab! + sub reader (no pronouns specified), degrading (but somewhat light bc i’m sensitive), edging, bondage (dottore), light spanking (heizou)

꩜ a/n: consider this my apology for missing kinktober </3 i’m so sorry that you guys can see my biases here . . . (this is my first time writing for zhongli and I’m definitely going to again 🤭)

DILUC, angel :

diluc loves loves loves to eat you out, it’s basically his favorite thing in the world.

“hah—diluc—! oh, just like that, please…!”

he eats you like it’s his last fucking meal, his tongue giving messy yet calculated licks and twirls to the best places. he knows you inside and out, and he knows exactly where and how to touch to make you go absolutely crazy.

“shit, you taste amazing,” he says breathily, sending vibrations to your clit as you grip his hair. he practically gulps you down, lapping lewdly and gripping your thighs. his licks get so much wetter and sloppier while he’s rutting himself on the mattress, the feeling of your pussy drooling on his tongue all too much for him.

you feel yourself thrown over the edge as he presses his tongue in your hole, gripping him tightly as you cum. as soon as he sees your heavy lidded eyes and pink cheeks, hot desire streaks through him like a flame. he’s practically fucked out too now, slurping up all of your juices, messily and desperately. he pushes himself harder and harder against the mattress to release the friction in his lower half. the lewd noises and your taste on his tongue drives him absolutely crazy. “mmph, so beautiful, so perfect for me—oh fuck—“ he groans deeply as he cums, his grip on you tightening. he pants heavily, sweat dripping down his temple. he rests his cheek on your inner thigh for support, hand sliding to the side to intertwine with yours. “I can never get enough of you.”

DOTTORE, devil :

dottore is an ace up the sleeve, a powerful figure with a glint of mystery behind his smile. you can never guess his next move, how he plans to unravel you. alone time spent with him is never boring, always unique and something you might even refer to as a wild-brained fantasist’s dream. on this occasion, you’re tied up in his lab as he fucks you with a toy he created in his free time, specially designed to pull that lovely fucked out expression from you that he adores. oh, but there was always a twist. which is probably why he left the toy inside you, keeping the controller in his palm as he works at a seperate table across from your naked body.

“mm, ‘ttore, that feels good—“ your back arching as he upped the power, the toy thrusting into you faster.

“shh,” dottore silenced you. “what did I tell you? I need silence to focus. you and those slutty noises you’re making are preventing me from that.”

you fell quiet, noting his rather kind tone with you. you knew from experience he could get much nastier if you kept pushing his temper.

the pulsing in your hole dimmed as the machine slowed, and you relaxed your body, which you didn’t realize was tensed. sweat dripping down your temples, you placed your head back down on the table, panting. finally, a moment to catch your breath.

which is of course when the doctor decided to turn the power all the way up.

you jolted back upwards, biting your lip to prevent the moan pushing itself up your throat. you couldn’t even see dottore’s perverted grin. with the way he was teasing you, pulling each orgasm up and then tearing it away from you, you knew if you came it would be quite impossible to silence yourself. what would he do to you if you made any more noise? what would he use or do to punish you? the thoughts rushing into your mind were heightening the sensations burning through you, driving you past where you even thought possible. a whimper escaped your lips.

dottore was silent as he stood, placing his pen down on the table lightly. slowly, he walked towards you, leaning over your frame with a face you couldn’t decipher. “what did I request of you?” when you were silent, he laced his hand up your chest. “say it.”

“you—you told me not to make any noise,” you whispered, gasping as he grabbed your face.

“so, have you heeded my command? do you hear yourself? all of those terribly erotic noises you seem to be unable to slow?” he peered in closer, almost grinning at the way your eyes widened in his grip.

“I’m sorry doctor. it won’t happen again.” you murmured under his fond gaze.

“good.” he smiled.

he continued to stand over you as he switched on the toy, faster and even more uncontrollably pleasurable than before. “now let’s try again, shall we?”

ZHONGLI, angel :

zhongli is a powerful yet comforting man, one who cherishes every treasure in his life. the way he adores you shines through his thoughtful states. he showers you with anything you could ever need. touch, words, affection. and what better way to present these things to you than during sex? in his mind, you’re the most perfect spirit to walk this world, a nonpareil compared to everyone else, whose auras dim as long as you’re around.

“fuck, I love you,” he whispers as he sinks into you, cherishing the way you tilt your head and run your hands through his hair. “so good for me, the way you’re squeezing around my dick…”

you gasp, clenching your eyes shut. no matter how many times he fucked you, it always took some time to adjust to his size. he coos in your ear while you relax your body, rubbing your hand or kissing your cheeks.

“I’m ready,” you murmur, and he smiles softly.

he spares time in the beginning, moving slowly and sensually. only when you begin to whine about how much you need him, how you need to feel his cock splitting you does he begin to pace quicker.

“that’s it,” he groans at the feeling of your tight pussy, the way you cry his name just the way he likes it. he leans to your ear, cupping your face and speeding up once again. “you’re doing so good for darling, you feel incredible.”

his thrusts are always accompanied with deep kisses, hands lingering up your torso and sweet murmurs. you know he’s close when he starts breathing deeper through his nose, telling you each and every thing he loves about your body. zhongli always prefers you cum first or the two of you cum together, but either way he’s sure to entwine your hands with his, clutching your waist with an almost possessive power.

any kind of teasing or toying with you is silent, shown only through his quiet smirk and eyes searching you for your pleads. slowing just when you need it fast, thrusting harder when you least expect it. zhongli has a tendency to only let small sadistic sides of him show, but maybe if you asked nicely he’d let loose…

HEIZOU, devil :

heizou is tricky when it comes to the bedroom. some occasions he’s kind and loving, murmuring sweet praise in your ear as he slowly plays with you. other times, he tends to be the opposite of that.

he wets his lips as you take him from behind, grinning at the sound of your breathless voice and the way you’re clenching the bedsheets. he’s going so quickly, you weren’t prepared for the way he was mercilessly thrusting into you.

he rubs a smooth hand over your ass, the perverted squelches striking a hot flame of arousal in his stomach. “such lewd noises you’re making for me. you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

you gasp as he slips a finger to your sensitive clit, practically throwing you right over the edge. “ooh, you like that, don’t you? fuck, I can picture your face right now, probably looking all fucked out, like a little slut.”

“hei-heizou, slow down, please, can’t—!”

he tsks, delivering a light slap to your ass. “oh, don’t say that baby. if you don’t like the way I’m fucking you, why are you so wet, hm?”

you muffle a loud whine as he hits your sweet spot. the only words you can make are his name on your tongue and shameless gasps. he throws his head back as he groans, holding your hips in place with his firm hands. “shit, you look so hot stuffed full of my cock…” his eyebrows crease as he feels himself getting close. from the way you’re clenching around him, he knew you were close too. “come on baby, cum on my cock for me…”

he slips a finger to your clit again, rubbing fast circles as you feel the coil tighten further. “fuck, fuck, heizou! oh—!” it snaps as you clench your eyes closed and cum. he keeps snapping his hips against you, leaning forward as the sight of the creamy ring at the base of his cock sends him over the edge. he lets out a deep moan, deepening his grip on your skin as he releases. slowly, he falls to the bed, wrapping his arms around you. you feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his chest heaves against you. he holds you against him as you both enjoy the bliss that washes over like a wave. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with a grin. “think you’re ready for round two?”

KAZUHA, angel

kazuha is nothing but kind and perfect towards you, an angel on earth. he simply adores you. that’s why making out with him is never boring. his hands dance up and around your hips, his breath staggers, and you can tell when he’s changing moods when his kisses become so much more controlling and desperate. he bites your bottom lip slowly as you tangle your hands in his hair, slipping your tongue in his mouth. he moves to get up from the chair, but you push him back down.

“let me handle things,” you give him a doting smile.

he nods, eyes becoming bright as you decloth yourself, like a personal show just for him. you palm the tent in his pants, removing his attire achingly slowly as he sighs.

you pump his length a few times before lining yourself up, ever so slowly sinking down on him as he covers his mouth and shuts his eyes with a gasp.

you ever so carefully begin to bounce, modestly at first before picking up the pace. “shit—!” he stables his hands on your hips, brows furrowing in pleasure as he sinks into bliss. “that’s so good…”

a layer of sweat starts to appear on his forehead, somehow giving him an angelic glow of lust. “you feel incredible,” he groans, tilting his head back a little.

you lean forward onto his shoulder in response, letting out a breathy moan by his ear. his cock hits all the right places, almost like you were molded to fit him.

kazuha knew you were close, as he memorized the sly signs you gave into his mind. he was too, the way he was almost shaking in pleasure. he pulls your face back up to face him, heavy lidded eyes meeting yours. “I want you to look at me when you cum, okay?” he murmurs, tilting your chin.

you nod, only able to whimper slightly in response. you grip his shoulders, letting out a cry as you cum on his cock, keeping yours eyes locked on his as he keeps you going through your high. you continue to move on him, pushing him oh so close to his orgasm. “kazu, ‘s too much!”

suddenly, his hips seized and he let out a choked moan. looking down at your slick cunt sucking in his cock added a flame to the bonfire in his stomach. “fuck, you feel like silk around me baby,” he pulls his gaze back up to meet yours, staring deep into you as he feels himself right at his peak. “you’re so perfect, I love you so much—fuck—!”

he cums, his voice stuck in his throat as he pulls you close to him against his chest. he breaths next to your ear, his arms around you. “I love when you interrupt me.”

AYATO, devil

ayato is absolutely merciless when it comes to matters like this. matters like intense kisses that are far too short, touches much too light, and fingers not deep enough in your gushing pussy. he sits you on his lap, slipping his fingers around before finally sliding one in. it’s hardly enough to solve this deafening ache, this override of lust as you push the back of your head onto his shoulder.

“no, ayato, please, need more—”

“shhhh,” he whispers sweetly, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “you’ll take what you’re given. or would you prefer I leave you here like this?”

you fall silent, his warm and shallow breath by your ear sighing. “there we go.” he grazes your clit and chuckles as you stifle a cry.

slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to thrust in and out of you, adding a finger or so as he moves along. at this point, you’re not even sure with the ecstasy clouding your mind.

“goodness, don’t tell me you’re going to cum already,” ayato’s voice is laced with faux surprise, but you can hear the sly intentions behind his words. “my, you’ve been excited for this, haven’t you? what a dirty little thing you are.”

he caresses your thigh with his other hand as he plunges in and out of you, keeping you still when you squirm. “that’s right darling, cum on my fingers.” he murmurs sweetly as your legs shiver. “then let’s see how long it takes for me to break you, hm?”

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boundinparchment · 4 months

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - LVI

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. This chapter is not suitable to those under the age of 18. Chapter on AO3 here.

As soon as the doors to your rooms shut and Zandik removed his gloves behind you, you reached up to undo your mask only to feel his fingers already working at every fastening. He lifted the headpiece and discarded it on a nearby surface without a second thought.

Several steps ahead of you, as always.

A smile crept onto your lips as his touch returned when he began to remove each hairpin one by one, as methodical at removing them as you had been placing them. They fell to the floor in quiet pings, like rain tapping on glass during a storm. Your scalp ached from where you had wound too tightly and you melted as Zandik’s fingers carded through your hair, eyes fluttering shut as a low moan escaped your lips.

You felt his hot breath against your neck as he chuckled. “I’m barely touching you, rooh 'albi. We have the whole night ahead of us.”

“Good,” you replied, leaning further into his touch. “I’d like to put that abundance of patience you have to the test.”

Fingers left your scalp to trail down your neck and your exposed spine. You stiffened visibly before you shivered, heart skipping as though a spark ignited against your skin, permitted to burn. There was no shame in your desire, you reminded yourself. Your body’s initial response was a familiar one, a hated one, and it always broke you out of the moment as soon as you had to recall you were safe.

Zandik’s large hand flattened against your back. Warmth flooded through you at the grounded touch and you turned to face him. You reached up and unclipped his mask with practiced ease and discarded it, revealing a gaze that was only ever earnest towards you.

“We’ll see about that,” Zandik murmured. “For you, I have eternity. Contrary to what we discussed downstairs.”

The words were paired with, not a smirk, but a faint smile that seemed to make his eyes light up. He always looked so enthralled when he was in the throes of a breakthrough that you once thought nothing would ever compare. When had that changed, you wondered. When had his expression softened to extend that excitement towards you, show itself because of you?

You returned your hands to his face and brushed your thumbs against his cheeks, your thumb grazing icy blue eyelashes.

Was it the bond? The time together? The entire culmination of the last months’ events?

Did it even matter?

Words failed as you scanned his face. You angled your head and brought your lips to his, the kiss instinctual. Pressure released from your chest, not from a held breath but from the remnants of distant memories your body held falling away.

You deepened the kiss slowly, knowing the movements by heart but wanting to savor every second. The last hints of wine danced across your tongue as you tasted him, tart and full-bodied.

Zandik’s arms wrapped around you, familiar warmth returning to your back as another hand buried itself in your hair. Expert fingers found the same spots as before and rubbed small circles in your scalp. Somehow, you managed to turn, your back now to the door as you stepped carefully over the hairpins and made your way further into your quarters.

Your hands slid down to Zandik’s neck, fingers teasing the neckline of his shirt, before they traveled further along his chest and the lines of his suit. His muscles were hard as you snaked your hands underneath his jacket’s shoulders and pushed the coat away slightly.

The kiss was broken only long enough for him to let go of you and tug on the sleeves to toss the jacket to the floor with a thump.

As soon as you were joined again, your hands wandered and searched for purchase, never settling in one place. It was as if your fingers wanted to memorize him, as though if you touched him, you might burn him into your veins alongside the growing fire in your blood.

When was the last time you’d felt this desire and wanted it?

Zandik smirked into the kiss as his hands covered yours and brought them back to his chest. Beneath one hand, you felt the steady thrum of his heart (biological or biomechanical, you wondered), breaths as shallow as yours. His touch trailed up your bare arms, fingers grazing your skin and dancing along the delicate fabric and strap of your dress; your breath hitched when he followed your shoulder and brushed along your spine again.

Your core pulsed and you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips.

“You’re not the only eager one,” Zandik whispered. “I want to find every sensitive spot and hear every sound you make, see every reaction. But I want to savor it, rooh 'albi. Don’t you?”

Of course you did, you wanted to reply. If you could find a way to freeze time, for this bubble to exist separately in its own little universe, you would do it in a heartbeat.

He ran his fingers over the exposed small of your back one more time and you jolted, pressing yourself against him further as you hummed in needy agreement. Just like before, he flattened his hand and rested it against your back, this time keeping you in place. Through your dress, you could feel his arousal, his pants straining.

You pushed ever so slightly against Zandik’s chest, leaning forward as if to take a step. Savoring one another could be done a little further away from the door, in your opinion. One step, and then another, you fell into a rhythm as Zandik followed your directions until he collided with the arm of the couch near the fireplace. You parted, breaths mingling in hot gasps as your eyes traced his swollen lips, flushed face, hooded eyes. Your handiwork.

Gorgeous.

All yours.

Forever yours.

You reached for his necktie, slipping your finger through the knotted fabric before pulling it away and casting it to the floor. Zandik angled his neck and you unfastened the top button of his shirt, and then three below it, exposing his warm skin to you before the waistcoat stopped you. His hands gripped the arm of the couch, knuckles white, as if restraining himself from touching you.

This sight was nothing new, for you watched him get ready countless times by now, but you were aware of every motion, every inch of him.

Slowly, you traced kisses from the corner of his mouth to his jaw and then down to his neck. You found his pulse with ease and your heart skipped at the stifled groan that rumbled through his chest. The pads of your fingers explored his exposed collarbone and the definitions of his muscles as they flexed beneath you. Your lips followed, and you pressed a kiss just below his Adam’s apple before delving lower, listening for every sigh and change in his breathing.

A soft laugh ghosted over his skin when you remembered how he compared exploration of one’s body to sight-reading. How right he was.

Venturing lower, your hands traced the dip in his waist, a natural curvature that your eye always felt drawn to. You teased the hemline of his pants and skimmed over his belt to brush against Zandik’s clothed erection. He hissed and bucked against your hand as you palmed his length and squeezed slightly.

You’d felt him before, an inevitably of sharing a bed, let alone the overwhelming desire that swept over you some mornings. As much as your body ached to be joined with him, it ached more to know him, explore him properly.

When you looked at him again, his pupils were blown wide, face flushed. Hunger, tempered only by a softness you could never properly name, carved itself along his lips and eyes.

You didn’t look away as you unfastened his belt and pants, pushed the fabric away from his hips to expose him to you properly. His brow twitched and he swallowed when you took him in your hand, heavy and thick and already dripping with precum. Your thumb teased his tip, spreading the wet bead along his sensitive skin, and you caught the audible hitch in Zandik’s breathing, his eyes wide.

His eagerness fueled your own and a deep ache settled between your thighs as you sank to your knees. Zandik’s mouth opened and you shook your head.

“I want to,” you said, looking up at him as you kissed his tip.

He gave a sharp inhale, whatever words he was going to say dying on his lips. You angled his cock, kissing and licking along his length before easing him into your mouth. Precum mixed with your saliva as you moved your head in slow strokes before you took him deeper. Zandik bucked his hips as he released a throttled gasp and his hands shot your head, fingers tightening in your hair.

Looking up at him beneath your lashes, you held his gaze as you ran your tongue over his length and then teased the underside of his tip. He threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, cock twitching in your mouth.

Had anyone ever seen him like this, you wondered? Composure all but lost?

Your thighs were wet, your own slick arousal having soaked through the lace panties some time ago. This act never turned you on before, the gestures merely mechanical, all knowledge and no passion. But the deeper you took him, it seemed as if your walls were intent on matching the pace of your mouth, pulsing in time and driving you closer to the brink.

You reached around to get a better hold, hand finding purchase on relaxed muscles. Another part of him you admired but rarely touched. Viewing him from behind when he was without a coat felt one was holding a secret, something clearly his tailor must have known too for every set of pants fit him perfectly.

One hand left your hair to cover yours, urging you to touch, to squeeze. You gave a low hum of understanding, the vibrations eliciting a delightful groan from the man above you.

Emboldened, your other hand cradled and massaged soft flesh at the base of his length. You pulled away slightly to focus on his tip again, tasting a salty tease of more precum.

Zandik tugged on your hair and pulled you away, his cock leaving your lips with a slight pop.

“Continue like that and you’ll finish me far too soon,” he said.

A flare of smug pride dashed through you and you pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh and then his tip before you rose to your feet. You squeezed your legs together to ease your own desire, the taste of his cock lingering on your tongue.

Zandik’s fingers skimmed across your arms and slid beneath the straps of your gown, pushing them away to let the bodice of the dress fall down to your waist. Your skin broke out in goosebumps and your nipples stiffened from the slight change in temperature. He found the tiny zipper that kept the dress over your hips and the dress pooled to your feet, leaving you in teasing lace and your shoes.

Those, too, joined the pile of discarded garments, and your stocking-covered feet were thankful they were finally flat on the floor again.

You pressed your bare breasts against Zandik’s chest, a flash of heat and a plea for more as his throbbing erection pressed against you, before you reached up and kissed him again. You were intoxicated and dizzy from your own need, as if your very person might never know peace if you were to leave this unresolved. It threatened to overwhelm and consume you entirely when familiar hands traveled lower still and slipped between your legs. Your head fell back as you writhed when he touched a particularly sensitive spot at the curve of your behind.

Tugging at his shirt, you pulled him away from the couch and towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of his clothes as you went.

Zandik perched on the edge of the bed, with you standing between his legs, and wrapped his arms around you. He peppered kisses to your sternum and the soft flesh of your breast, one and then the other, attentive to every curve. A precise thumb rolled an already-stiffened nipple before hot lips replaced his touch, tongue lapping at your skin. You arched your back and carded your fingers through his hair, pushing back the long strands from his face, supported by a hand splayed at your back.

Words were whispered against your skin in a language you neither spoke nor recognized. You only picked up how Zandik said them, the kinds of things befitting reverence and honor and awe.

“What are you speaking, mon rêve?” you whispered.

“It doesn’t have a name, not anymore,” he panted. “The words don’t translate but feel...correct.”

Zandik pressed his lips against your belly and, reluctant to let go, pulled you atop him when he shifted onto the bed. An idea sparked as your bare chest brushed against his; pressing your hands to his chest to keep him flat, you shifted until your knees rested on either side of his head, thighs resting on his shoulders.

His face was more flush now, hazy with desire, but Zandik gripped your thighs and pulled you further down, settling your weight on his chest. He kissed the bare flesh of your inner thigh, shiny with your essence. Hooking a finger to pull aside the lace, he revealed you swollen, soaked core with a low groan that rumbled beneath you. He whispered again before teasing your entrance with his tongue and you whimpered, never breaking his gaze.

He continued, tongue playing with your inner lips as his nose brushed against your clit. His red eyes gazed up at you, only closing in intense concentration in time with your reactions. You clenched and spasmed, occasionally bucking against his face as your body longed for more. Zandik’s tongue delved deeper, entering you and tasting your warm velvet walls, and you gasped, heart pounding. You reached down and gripped his hair with both hands in attempt to keep him close or to beg him to stop. No, not the latter, never the latter.

Heat pooled in your lower belly, churning with every flick of his tongue and every gentle suck to your clit, ready to snap. Not now, not yet. You wanted this night to last, to reach that peak with him, not…

You pulled your hips back, panting, your blood on fire and your body screaming for more.

“Not yet,” you managed. “I want…”

The words caught in your throat, your own desire choking you. How did you articulate that without sounding ridiculous, without feeling selfish? The guilt came out of nowhere, long buried, the source of many dissatisfied evenings and attempts to make others happy.

But that was not what this was about, you reminded yourself. And the man between your legs would never stand for you pushing away your own desires for the sake of others. Not now, at any rate, not when you only recalled his other selves in a vague sense of awareness, rather than a solid memory.

His lips and lower face wore evidence of your presence, his skin glistening. He opened his mouth as if to speak but with trembling hands, you brushed his hair back softly, stopping him.

The words spilled out like water from an overfilled cup. “I want to feel you first. Inside me. I want to be joined with you when I come.”

Beneath you, Zandik he kissed your thigh again, grazing the skin with his teeth before he swirled his tongue against your clit. You jolted and your soulmate chuckled, delighted with himself.

“As you wish, rooh 'albi.”

You shifted, moving your legs to free Zandik’s upper body and crawling backwards. His hands made quick work of the lace at your hips, pushing the material away, which you kicked off without a second thought. When he sat up and angled himself as though to turn the both of you over, you pressed your hands to his chest. You expected a question that never came, given his ever-observant nature. Wordlessly, you lowered your hips to grind your soaked heat along his length and sank atop him, chest to chest, skin to skin.

A throbbing pulse ran through your core and you paused, savoring the sensation of his hips between your legs, his solid form beneath you. You rolled your hips, eager for any kind of friction, slick heat passing between you. Your entrance caught his tip and your mouth opened in a silent cry; Zandik let out a delicious hiss as his hands shot to your hips, stilling you.

Every fiber in your body tightened and you wondered if his grip would leave bruises, the way his fingers dug into you.

You swallowed, a passing thought that your body was more than prepared flickering through your mind, and eased yourself further onto his cock as you captured Zandik’s lips with your own. Inch by inch, you rocked your hips, Zandik’s hold guiding you, taking him a little more each time, the pace excruciating and exquisite all at once. A rumble escaped Zandik when you finally buried him deep inside you to the hilt and you swallowed it, kept his passion for yourself. You broke the kiss to catch your breath in the crook of Zandik’s neck, willing your body to adjust. Unaccustomed to the sensation of being joined after so long, your walls clenched, squeezing him as strong arms wrapped around you and he cradled the back of your head.

The initial shock wore off and you rocked your hips in slow, steady movements. At first, you tried to take his length with every stroke, as if you couldn’t bear the idea of his absence; that was, until Zandik whispered your name and guided your hips, focusing not on depth but sensations from shallower strokes.

Once you had your bearings and your rhythm, you pulled away from his neck, panting and trembling over him. You melted into another kiss, uncertain where you ended and Zandik began.

The familiar heat returned to your lower belly, coiled tight, stoked carefully so fire ran through your veins and burned all it touched. Beneath you, Zandik gasped as you took him deeper again, the sound mingling with that of your joined bodies as his cock twitched. You needed more, to feel him in a way that seared all that came before, a forest destroyed so new life could grow.

Every orgasm previously, your only other experiences, were forced, coaxed from you like an amateur learning their instrument, demanded as proof the moment was forgivable. Now, you felt as if you were floating among stars, hazy and lost among the bliss.

“Look at me, rooh 'albi.”

Zandik whispered your name again and you held his gaze, attentive and earnest as you lost your rhythm, too close to the edge. He took over, thrusting into you as you shattered, walls fluttering and squeezing. Staccato gasps ripped from your lungs and your eyes burned with tears but you couldn’t look away, not when—

You watched Zandik’s eyes go wide as he rocked you through your aftershocks before he gave a choked groan and buried his face in your neck, whispering incoherently. He grabbed your hips, keeping you in place as he spilled inside you, your core convulsing around his twitching cock.

Dazed, your tongue was heavy in your mouth, all but useless. Zandik pulled away just enough so you could kiss him but made no effort to move otherwise, your bodies still tangled. He broke the kiss first, eyes skimming your face the way moonlight touched water. His curiosity was tempered not by selfish lust but with the desire to understand far beyond the surface.

You brushed his hair back softly, heart skipping, your very skin wanting to memorize every sensation. His groan matched a note you knew by heart and already, you were trying to piece together more, as if you could translate the moment and capture it forever.

“Sleep feels very far away, mon rêve,” you panted, brushing your nose to his.

“I did say we had all night, didn’t I?” Zandik teased.

“Eternity, actually.”

He hummed in reply, lips pulling into a soft smile that made his eyes burn like hot coals. You melted against him again as his lips captured yours and he turned both of you over, never once breaking away from you.

“Eternity it is, then.”

#dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #fic: dream a little dream of me #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #smut #tw: smut #cw: smut

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straightouttheslendermansionn · 1 year

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𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹!

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: Il Dottore/The Doctor

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem! reader because this is horribly self-indulgent, sadism, dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, degradation. lots of scary and spicy things. Oh and choking. iykyk.

These are just general nsfw headcanons for my problematic fave <3

He is totally into choking. This is only half a joke, because if he sees that you enjoy it he’ll probably question it for a bit but keep doing it. Or deny you this pleasure. Depends

He likes incorporating his experimental nature into intimate practices. Which means he will absolutely edge you and/or overstimulate you and excuse his actions with his reason being experimentation.

Oh yeah and he most definitely likes the sound and look of you crying and begging. It's a motivator for him.

"It seems you like this, but why are you crying? Cheer up or I'll give you a reason to cry." he coos and wipes a single, shiny tear from your eye, a toothy grin across his face.

How utterly fucking pathetic.

He would commission Sandrone to make new erotic devices to try on you every once in a while, While she hates this idea, Mora is Mora. And he's her superior. Not like she hasn't created instruments of torture for him in the past.

And if you enjoy getting hurt, he won’t shy away, especially if you’ve been disobedient. Though if it’s just you wanting it, rather deserving it, you’ll either have to to do something to make him want to punish you or beg him. No in between.

Use your words, you’re babbling like an idiot. Would you like more marks on your body? Are you addicted to the sweet stinging against your skin?

He grips your thighs/ass while saying the last part. Just… imagine it.

Oh yeah he’s a thigh guy btw. He likes thighs and waists. Especially ones with a bit more squish. More to cut open, more to grip onto.

His weakest spot is his neck. Either go for that or bite down while giving head to earn a chuckle and a quick change of pace (meaning he either starts roughly topping or he starts fucking. This man doesn’t play).

Hell, he'll screw you on an autopsy table. He'll make sure it's nice and clean just for you. With a mirror set up and everything so you can watch as he wrecks you, the way your face looks as he bruises your insides. His gloved fingers in your mouth and your hair a mess as you're tearing up and begging for release.

On that note, he's either almost entirely clothed or not clothed at all. Most of the time it's the former.

But of course, you only get him when he's in a good mood. Obey him and be his obedient little partner if you want your hole fucked good! He can definitely satisfy, but only if you act like a good girl and obey his every whim.

It's really difficult to completely make him hard. It's hard to bring him over the edge and have him begging. He's completely a top, and a really rough one at that. Submission is more attractive to him than being dominated, though he does admire the inner fierceness in his partner when they attempt to top.

He also eats out really well but he almost never does it unless he feels you REALLY deserve it. He personally just doesn't like doing it but will very rarely make an exception.

Aftercare? Never heard of her. If he thinks he has time to spare or if you quite literally can't properly move after that, he'll scoff and then carry you somewhere where you can rest. He might even send for someone to bring you things to eat or to draw up a bath for you. It's rarely ever him though.

While this is true, he does run constant medical tests to ensure that you're nice and healthy. Biweekly blood tests, makes sure you take your required meds and vitamins, all that good stuff. This is the only factor that would, in essence, make him a caretaker dom. But only barely.

Call him Zandik in bed and he will lie you on a dissection table so fuckin fast (he hates it, seriously hates it)

Is very possessive but certainly wouldn't mind sharing you with a certain other harbinger (come on, we all know who).

Just as long as that Regrator bastard remembers who’s in charge.

A/N: The atrocious things I'd let Dottore do to me. The absolute horrendous acts I would let him perform. I am down diabolical for this man. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the content, and stay slutty my friends.

#il dottore x reader #genshin dottore #fatui harbingers #dottore #the doctor genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #dottore smut #smut headcanons #smut fanfic #female reader #x reader #harbinger smut #il dottore #fatui #fatui smut #genshin impact

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stray-dog · 1 year

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50 Shades of Dottore (Il Dottore x Male!Reader)

A/N: Woah I actually made a male reader version. I really thought I made the first one male - embarrassing I don't even know what I write, also he lost the gun - not proof read

WC: 1.4K

CW: Dubcon?, blindfolds, light bondage, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, cum as lube, hair-pulling, blowjobs, dacryphilia, pwp, light choking, minors dni

You stood there, wondering what you did to get to this, you’ve tried so hard to avoid him. Yet there he was, in front of you stood one of the highest ranking Harbingers, Il Dottore. He was staring at you with a smirk and a gun on hand. The aura of the room had already made you want to leave the room, not wanting to get involved with Dottore too much.

“You look tense,” he starts, lazily walking towards you before looking down on you, circling around your personal space. You felt his hands trail around your body and grip your hips before you felt his lips on the back of your neck, you harshly flinch and attempt to step forward to create more space between the two of you, unfortunately, his grip was tight enough to keep you in place.

He presses his body against yours, closer and closer until you feel his crotch rub against your ass, his hand snaking up and tightening around your neck, making you let out a strangled whine. A shiver was sent down your spine when you felt Dottore lean near your ear and kiss it, softly biting on the shell of your ear before he whispered threats, “I’ll make sure you won’t be able to avoid me this time.”

In a blink of an eye you felt a slight pain above your knees before finding yourself on all fours, head resting on the sofa. Dottore’s heel rested against your back to stop you from standing up, he leaned down until you succumbed with you sitting down on the floor; arms laid lazily beside you, your head resting on its side.

You felt a light tickle of a fabric on your thigh, “Put it on” Dottore commands, your hands slowly revealed what the fabric was for, assuming it was for your eyes, you tied it behind your head tightly before your hands returned to your thighs, anxiously gulping when silence enveloped the room.

Your weight felt lighter when Dottore finally decides to retract his heel, his fingers curled under and over the fabric over your eyes before giving it a sharp tug along with his hands tracing your adam’s apple, you hear a soft hum before he kisses you roughly, wrapping his fingers around your neck to choke you, you whine at the sudden cut of air, feeling dizzy and light headed before Dottore releases your neck.

“Turn around”

His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, inserting his thumb before dragging it down to make your lips wet. He pressed his cock on your mouth, tapping lightly on your lips before he forced it the moment you opened your mouth.

You gag, tears start to form and dampen your blindfold, but Dottore won’t show mercy, he holds you in place, gagging and unable to breathe, “Relax,” he instructs, “Breathe in, and out through your nose.”

You did as he said, finding it slightly easier to breathe, once you had adjusted to the size of his cock, he started an unforgiving pace, pulling you by your hair, uncaring about your muffled cries that just added to his pleasure. He lets out low groans, still looking at you, your pathetic cries echoing throughout the room making Dottore chuckle at how ‘weak’ you were.

He finally pulls out his cock from your mouth, still hard. You cough and lean down to hopefully get to breathe more than you did earlier. A few seconds of silence was already enough for you to feel scared, feeling a light reassurance on your crotch. “And I thought you wouldn’t enjoy this, are you just a shameless whore?”

He drags his foot up and down, just enough for you to feel it, but not give enough pleasure. Your hands quickly gripped his leg to stop him from rubbing you more. You heard his tongue click, before he kicked your hands away, “Maybe we should do something about your hands.” You flinch, feeling the tight rope wrap around your wrist before you feel his hands on your waist, hoisting you up to the couch.

“Dottore-”

“Unless you want us to do something about your mouth as well, I suggest you keep quiet.” He threatens, “Turn around.” He demanded, your hands rested on the head of the couch, ass up and your head buried on your hands from embarrassment. You felt his hands on your ass, hands trailing down before he tore through your pants and underwear, exposing your thighs and already hardened dick.

You tried to close your legs from further embarrassment, but Dottore forced them back open, sliding his dick in between your thighs before he thrusts back and forth painfully slow, he even made sure that your dick felt every thrust from behind. His speed increases, holding your thighs together, mixing his precum with yours, feeling your thighs all sticky and messy.

His hands slide from your thighs to your dick, tugging on it while you let out a surprised moan, “Oh? Maybe you do want the other harbingers to hear you. Maybe they’ll fuck you as well, does that get you excited? Hm?”

“T-that’s not it–”

Your words were cut off when you felt your orgasm wash over you, biting down your lip to suppress a loud moan, biting hard enough to draw blood. You felt Dottore’s fingers smudge your cum on your tip, swirling and rubbing on your tip before he let go of your cock, his gloved fingers pressing against your asshole, inserting one finger and plunging in and out.

“Wait– Please! Dottore–”

Your pleas fell to deaf ears as he flipped you over, thrusting his cock in you. With a harsh sting, you cried, tears once again dampening your blind fold, some managed to slip pass through and roll on your cheeks. The burning sensation made you cry even more, his slow thrusts lubing his cock enough for you to feel just a slight sting.

He stops for a moment, leaning down to kiss our tear stained cheek, tearing your shirt to expose your chest. His tongue trails around your collar bone, to your neck, and to your ear, he bites lightly before licking it, making you shudder and pull your body close to his. His lips soon found yours, messy and sloppy kisses while his hands were busy with your nipples, rolling the sensitive bud in between his fingers, giving it a pinch and a tug.

His hips started to move again, pulling out until the tip of his cock was just at your hole before thrusting in, the tip of his cock kissing your prostate. You moan in his mouth, feeling a little overstimulated with his hands on your nipples and your previous orgasm. He pushes your legs to your chest, giving him more access to hit your prostate.

He bites down on your neck, increasing speed while you sat there, taking him in, a moaning mess with nothing to cover your mouth. Tongue stuck out, your nails digging into your palm, covered in a thin layer of sweat while he fucked you continuously, your legs feeling strained. You felt pleasure pool on your pelvis, your hole tightens as you feel your second orgasm come close.

Dottore’s thrusts were sloppy and uneven, chasing his own climax and feeling more turned on with your cries. With one more deep thrust you both came, dicks leaking cum while he buried his in your deepest parts, feeling his warm cum completely fill you. He pulls out, watching as our hole shamelessly dripped with his cum before scooping it and pushing it back in with two of his fingers.

Your chest heaved, heavily breathing while he undid your blindfold, seeing his satisfied grin through hazy eyes. You felt too tired to care that you’d stay but a minute longer, your head rested on the sofa while you felt Dottore undoing your restraints, kissing your wrists and your hand before his thumbs brushed on the bruised part of your wrists.

“You must be cold,” He points out before throwing you one of his spare coats, covering your naked body while you rested. “I don’t mind you staying here for the night.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear, then down to the bite mark he gave you before kissing your lips again.

“I assume you won’t avoid me from now on? Unless you want to do this again, then I won’t mind.”

The sound of his footsteps slowly faded while you felt yourself fall into a deep slumber, still feeling his cum drip out of you while you tried to reposition yourself. He smiles to himself, looking intently at you that he finally had you for himself, and you couldn’t get out without needing help from him. After all, whose clothes were you going to wear to get to your own room?

#genshin il dottore #il dottore x male reader #genshin smut #il dottore #genshin impact #dottore smut #genshin x male reader #genshin fanfic

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sgcairo · 8 months

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“I hate you. I hate you so much that it makes me sick even thinking about your face. But… I will indulge myself selfishly tonight. One last time.” “...What’s that suppos’ta mean?” “It means come here, you foolish Doctor. Kiss me, before it is too late.” Drunk and hopelessly pining for his married rival, Il Dottore makes a mistake. A human child sized mistake, that looks suspiciously like one as well. In an effort to draw Pantalone's eye one last time, Il Dottore makes himself a new segment. A vessel, complete with all the "attractive" features Pantalone adores. However, like many of Il Dottore's experiments, this one goes awry when the incubator stops early, leaving a lost and helpless child in its wake, one that Pantalone just happens to stumble across and take pity on. Now, faced with a furious Pantalone and agonizing feelings, Dottore is forced to play father to this little monster (which he hates). That is... until he starts getting attached to it. Oh no. He's caught feelings to it already, and he's only had it for two seconds. Not only that, but Pantalone is growing ever closer to him, too close to be "just" coworkers any longer. Tsaritsa help them both.

I finally posted the Telegraph rewrite pilot! Onward, my fellow creatures!

#genshin impact #fatui harbingers #il dottore #pantalone #anastasiy #danya #babytorre #ao3 fanfic #a little on the nose because of the recent release but TAKE IT #this took so long #but I DID IT

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sodalitea · 4 months

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One Eyed Crows (handmade Il Dottore keychain plushies)

Since I played Sumeru Archon quests those little guys got stuck in my head. Since then I'm making more and more of them... Maybe it's time to think about releasing them to other homes? Those little guys are pretty interesting. Their design shows how incomplete Dottore is - instead of having two eyes, they are cyclops. You won't witness birds like that anywhere in the world of Genshin recently. They can symbolize segments or the fact that Dottore has multiple personalities (which I think is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde reference), but I also think it shows that all his life he really had his own company. In the deep sadness there are only those little birbs, parts of him that can soothe him or at least understand how lonely he is as someone who doesn't fit in to the societal standards. He probably wants to belong but also doesn't think he deserves it as he knows himself and the darkness he carries.

Don't repost my artworks please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. ♡

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explicitred · 2 years

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How will the streamers react it yn's VA singing once a upon a December from Anastasia after his prince kin was released

I can already tell how many fanarts,comics and animation this will have

Once Upon a December - Streamer AU, Prince Skin (Male Reader)

October 19 (3)

Tumblr Posting Marathon: https://at.tumblr.com/explicitred/tumblr-posting-marathon-oct-17-cyno-headcanons/8sy6ewfg7r6k

Y/N??? The Genshin character’s VA, singing Once Upon A December from Anastasia???? They are very ecstatic! TOO ecstatic.

These following characters would listen to your song on loop. It doesn’t matter where they are, whether they're at school, in a meeting, wherever. Kazuha, Venti, Itto, Cyno (He'd be really secretive about it), Tighnari

They would spend most of their stream reviewing and watching animations, reading comics, and searching up fanart of you singing your song. Albedo, Childe, Xiao, Alhaitham (He'd just stare at a fanart of you for four hours straight lol), Tighnari

Albedo would spend his stream sketching and drawing you more frequently. He made an animation of his own using the original video (Once Upon a Dec) as a reference. The Chalk Prince also has drawings that he keeps for himself, not even letting his stream viewers see it. He has a smile visible on his face whenever he sees his private fanart of you.

These following characters would spend huge amounts of money for more merchandise of you. They definitely already have more than enough merch, yet they continue wanting to buy things related to you. Pierro, Columbina, Pulcinella, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Tartaglia, Sandrone, Scaramouche, La Signora, Il Capitano, Il Dottore (All Fatui Harbingers)

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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you and Ajax who have been friends for years, since you were both children unaware of the world. before everything, you were both sweet, quiet children. while most others your age had a large circle of friends, you and Ajax had only each other, but that was okay, because it was all you needed in your little town of Morepesok. days were spent at one house or another, inside or out playing in the snow to your heart's content. you even had a special song; an old lullaby you learned from a ratty book in the library. before that day, the day Ajax turned 14 and went missing, your life was quiet. when you finally found your friend, he had changed. gone was the sweet little boy from before, the sparkle in his eyes replaced by a hollow dullness. he began getting into fights- and winning, no less, with a type of horrid joy painted on his face. it scared you, scared you so much, but somehow he never turned his newfound desire to fight and defeat and win towards you- it seemed more like part of the reason he fought was to protect you. in a way you both grew up too fast- Ajax in the three days he never spoke of, and you from simply staying by his side. soon his father had enough and shipped him off to the Fatui, letting you say goodbye one last time. he promised to visit with tears in his eyes, the first time you've seen him cry in years. you grew into someone much like your childhood self- quiet, but kind- only now with the knowledge of life on your shoulders, and soon you found yourself working a good job with the Fatui. a desk job, perhaps, but it was peaceful and easy and paid well, and Pantalone, the head of your department, treated his workers well enough. you knew Ajax was a Harbinger now, going by the name "Tartaglia", but he was often away from home on missions. besides, who were you to expect him to recognize you after being apart for so long? you suppose his duties kept him too busy to visit much in the end, but you never were one to hold a grudge. your stride is easy and relaxed as you make the trip to Pantalone's office, a stack of papers due for review in your hands. idly you hum that old song from your childhood as you walk, before your peaceful monotony is broken by the sound of faint, inhuman screeches behind you. at first you wonder if someone displeased one of the Lords again, but it draws nearer, along with something akin to claws scraping at the floor. shivers run up your spine as someone- or something- makes its way towards you, your heart turning to ice when whatever-it-is lets out a deep growl. it's behind you. your world falls away until it's just you and the thing looming over you, and despite every fiber of your being screaming not to you slowly turn and look up. the monster staring down at you is beautifully terrifying- or terrifyingly beautiful- with its crimson mask and glimmering wings that seem to hold the cosmos in them. a final note from the lullaby you were humming escapes your throat, and the creature tilts its head, listening intently as you stand frozen, the papers in your hands crinkling under the force of your grip. the beast takes another look at you, and the light in its singular oceanic eye brightens as it kneels to your height. you stumble backwards, nearly falling, but are quickly caught by hands much larger than yours and tipped with razor-sharp talons. with movements much more delicate than you'd expect, you're gingerly lifted and set onto the monster's lap, the cold mask-like face now buried in the crook of your neck making you tremble from chill. purr-like noises rumble from the beast's chest, like it's trying to soothe you, as normal human footsteps approach from the same way the monster came. Il Dottore stands over you and the creature, looking down with apparent interest. his lips curl into a smirk when the beast snarls at him and tightens its grip around your body, before the Harbinger snaps his fingers and orders it to release you. the monster is unwilling at first, but something about the look Dottore gave it must've silently conveyed meaning, because suddenly it flinches and the arms curled around your waist retract. without another word Dottore shoos you back to your post, the mask on his face doing nothing to conceal the acute gleam of interest in his eyes. the next morning, you receive a note from your superiors. your position has been changed, and you're to report immediately to your new one, in Lord Dottore's lab.

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