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Yandere !! Neuvillette x Reader

Summary !! My take on Yandere Neuvillette becuz he’s cute just very short :D and random !! (I skipped most of his voicelines in the archon quest, dont hate the player, hate the game (bro yaps like so much like cum on dawgs))

Oh he’d drive himself crazy. In my opinion, Neuvillette gets extremely jealous over nothing, only because he’s never been inlove before, he’s read about it, has seen it in others, he’s never understood why humans would go through such lengths, would deprive themselves, would kill themselves over such a thing as love. Neuvillette trusts you, it’s just that the problem lies within himself. He doesn’t understand it, it’s just, whatever he does, wherever he is, he needs you there. Somewhere close. And he makes this clear. Over time he starts to get too… primal with you. He starts to become insecure, he always has been. He’s a sovereign. Maybe he’s just too different. Maybe he’s not meant for you. Maybe he should just stop. All rationality is slowly being etched away when his mind begins to be plagued by images of you, all his logic and common sense, all his self preservation slowly fades when he realizes he just can’t stop. He can’t stop loving you. Whatever you did, it’s changed him and he can’t stop the growing warmth in his chest with every new thought of you. Everything about you drives him mad, and if he’s forced to watch from afar, watch you with someone else, whether you know or not know about him being the hydro sovereign, a raging storm would suddenly strike Fontaine. One way or another he will bring you back to him, just like how he always brings himself back to you. He is an unstoppable force, just like the love you hold for each other, is it not? Despite his more… dangerous tendencies, he would never hurt you, willingly. I’d say, even if you did notice his possessiveness and obsession with you, you’d find yourself loving him anyway. He’s just too sweet. He does genuinely feel sorry when he hurts you. He makes it clear he loves you and he just can’t help himself. He is the Iudex, but with you, he’s just himself. This vulnerable ‘man’ who just wants your love and attention on him. He still believes in justice after all. So devote yourself to him. Just as he has to you. It’s only fair.

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Are you going to make any more dottore x reader anytime soon? I really enjoy your works and hope to see more!

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→⟩°⌊FATHER DOTTORE X DAUGHTER READER⌋

.;`~☆ NSFW .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ TW : , Father-Daughter Incest, Noncon, Grooming, Experimentation, Use of Toys, Segment Orgy, Audience, Gaslighting, Manipulation .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

ᶻ 𝘇 Z Authors Note ?

- ⋮ ` Please Read @ Your Own Risk .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ I DO NOT ADVICE OR SUPPORT THIS IN ANY WAY .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ This Is For COPING PURPOSES IN NO WAY DO I SUPPORT THE FOLLOWING .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

Please ;  Keep Yourself Safe, Love From Author , Remember , You Matter 𓈒𓏸

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Finding yourself hiding in his lab coat during surgeries, fiddling with his pockets, minutes might as well be hours to a child like you, looking at all the machines he would work with, hiding behind his leg while surrounded in his lab coat as you stared up at the way his hands held a mutation of sorts. Being a child and witnessing all the colorful buttons on the various interesting machines, any child would be frustrated after so long, just standing still, waiting for your father to finish his surgery.

So you would often fall asleep by his foot, an adorable and amusing sight to him once he looked down to find your head snuggled against his boots, a genuine smile. Was his smile genuine because he genuinely adored your adorable behavior? — Or was his smile genuine because he admired himself for his intellect and brilliance that led to creating you?

Your adorable childish attitude has indeed amused him, unfortunately, you would most likely just get in the way of his mobility, most likely to affect the surgery. He placed his bloody instruments back down, the snap of the rubber as he took his stained gloves off echoed through the operation room. With a soft dark chuckle he scooped you into his arms before a segment took you away so you wouldn’t bother anything.

You were no stranger to experiments, regularly having scheduled checkups or surgeries to study you. As a child you were used to the cold, used to the cold air in his lab, the freezing sanitized metal table you would sit and lay on, even your fathers cold gloved hands. Your fathers segments within the room, studying you as their prime examined every bit of your body. Various x-rays and scans, even spreading your legs and examining your folds. You were no stranger to crowds of segments just observing you as you solved various advanced equations and riddles, testing your iq, eq, even creativity. Studying until the next day had been built into your schedule, your fathers segments often lecturing you on various scientific fields.

Unfortunately, like your father, you had no friends. Often alone and entertaining yourself with a book or with a piece of scrap machinery. When you were given the opportunity to interact with other children your age, you were baffled and disgusted by their lack of knowledge, making it almost impossible for you to communicate. Your father had always told you how different the two of you were from the rest of society, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for it. It wasn’t any different with adults either, treating you like a toddler. Often making comments about your wide vocabulary, often saying such things as ‘Oh, that’s such a big word!’ It was truly tiresome and so you chose to spend your time with your father.

Reaching into your preteen years your father began a new routine. Your body is changing and developing, afterall, he must examine his treasured creation, he would say.

Your naked body laid on the pristine white hospital bed. Vulnerable to his gaze, looking at your chest, he gazed down your torso and to your hips. Your figure had begun to develop, focusing his attention onto your stomach before dropping his gaze further down to your hips, observing the growth of your pubic hairs. You had been softly mewling to yourself as he poked and prodded at your skin. With a cold gloved hand, he grazed the side of your hip, a signal for you to flip onto your stomach, his hand slipping under your hips, bringing your ass up. He squeezed your ass, his thumb pulling back the soft skin to reveal your hole. He remained silent as he mentally took note of all the changes that he had observed, his eyes drifting back to your flushed face, he couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that crept onto his face.

“Someone’s a bit frustrated, aren’t we?” He teased, his deep dark voice made your knees weak, as if he was mocking you for being so aroused. His gloved hand softly rubbing your ass.

Already well versed with human anatomy and reproduction at a very young age, you didn’t show much interest in the traditional ways of reproduction. But your hormones were working against your mind, the carnal desire rising every second your untouched hole and clit ached. It was freezing but you felt so hot, with his hands touching your naked body while your ass was propped up to reveal more. He was obviously just toying with you at that point.

You were an intelligent child, you knew what your body wanted, so with a devilish grin his finger trailed your folds, earning an unexpected soft carnal moan of desire from you. A side of your face was buried into a soft white pillow. Your father was a cruel cruel man, you knew that much. You were so utterly wet, you desperately needed relief, so at a desperate attempt you rubbed your hand against your folds. You looked so pitiful. His little creation, his daughter, on her knees, with her ass up and face down, itching for release.

His lips to your ears, sending teasing little breaths down your neck, taking pity on you, he decided to give you an ounce of satisfaction. ���Look at yourself, utterly pitiful. A shame we all must bend to carnal desires, don’t you think, my child?” He let his middle finger slip through your folds, rubbing your aching clit for you. You whined in response, hoping he would rub harder. “You’re familiar with the concept of masturbation but I suppose you’ve never had the urge to do so until now. Poor little thing, yet to discover the pleasures of the flesh… the feeling of coming, and wanting to do so until your vision fades. But not to worry your pretty little hole” He spoke as his index finger pressed up against your opening “I’ll teach you very very well…”

You soon felt his finger press harder against you, screaming as you felt him circle your entrance, he began to drag it up and back down slowly, with a certain rhythm. His thumb playfully toying with your swollen clit, rubbing circles around it. You were left weak and crying, your moans getting louder as a knot in your stomach began to build. Moaning to your father about the strange sensation while his other hand had been leisurely playing with your ass, squeezing and slapping it to his content. Everytime you sobbed about the sensation, he merely shut you down, repeatedly telling you “not yet” until finally, you heard him calmly say “go ahead…” And so you did, you let yourself come undone by just his hand. A scream left you as you rolled your eyes back. Your first orgasm, achieved by your fathers skills. He pulled his slick finger out, the insane thought of licking his finger covered in your orgasm came to mind, and since when was he one for being selfless? You rode out your high and let your body collapse back onto the bed. Your mind still dazed, all you could think about was the pleasure.

Since that day your daily routine had changed. He’s been more affectionate to you, you used to think nothing of it when he kissed your neck and jawline but after the day he opened your body to new overwhelmingly addictive feelings, arousal was always in the air. Everything became so utterly lewd to you, surprised to discover your new test were to use dildos, vibrators, even having to ride a segments face to ‘check your endurance’. You were becoming a whore for your father well into your preteens, your evenings with him spent in lewd activities. He absolutely adores seeing his most precious creation be needy for him. He records, or rather films everything. When the two of you are alone at home, he loves to film you riding him. While he’s lecturing you, your face is buried into the pillow as your eyes try and focus on the words on the page, his hips slamming against yours as his words fall deaf to your ears. Loves to play with your clit and finger you while you still wore your underwear when he’s bored doing some menial important documents he can’t trust his segments with.

He’s become a very affectionate man to you behind closed doors, before he goes on a long mission he makes sure to ruthlessly love and fill you up the night and morning before he leaves. It’s required that you must make out with him before bidding him goodbye. You’ve grown used to the constant sex and affection, so has he, becoming separated for a long period of time without your presence is unnerving to him. Ever since he created you he had looked after you, cared for you, made sure you were well loved. It was hard for both of you whenever he had no choice. But once left alone, you can’t help but doubt his affections, wondering if it was just another way of manipulation. But once his segments and himself showered you with affections yet again, you’re reminded that he did admire you, adored your very existence, in his own sick and twisted way.

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About Me !

Name/s ;; Rei, Lain Pronounce ;; she / her Socials ;; Ao3 {propertyofthefatui} FYI ;; I am a genuinely mentally ill person and I write to cope — meaning dark tropes ex ! Suicide Derealization Pedophilia Incest ! There will be warnings on all of my works I can write any and all requests with no limitations

!!! Minors DNI , 18+ ONLY

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Dottore x Lab Assistant Reader

TW !! Light Angst !!

Dottore fell in love with a test subject. Now wouldn’t that be a classic cliché? The villain falls in love with the heroine. The difference is, you were no heroine. Just another character lurking in the background. You were just another one of his countless lab assistants and the closest thing he could ever possibly have to an actual friend. But, oh, well. It is what it is. That’s all you could muster up as you saw him almost flirt with the blonde. Hm. Ah. Oh, well, he certainly tried. You would say he was doing great but the expression he left on the traveler and Paimon would say otherwise. They looked absolutely mortified. All you could do was resume your documentation and keep quiet. Even if you were to do something about it, what would you do? And why in the first place? Because it was pathetic? Were you really going to tell your superior he looked pathetic trying to flirt with a test subject? Ha, if the madman were to gain some sanity, then you would. But let’s both be honest, that’s just never going to happen. It was certainly inappropriate. But who were you to tell a harbinger that? Il Dottore, nonetheless. As far as you know everything this man has done falls under the category of inappropriate. But there was nothing you could do, even if there was something you could do, you believed there was no point.

A sigh of relief escaped passed your lips as you saw the traveler hop off the examination table. You seemed to have been holding your breath for quite a while. Plopping the stack of documents down on a nearby table. A hand reached for one of the papers, paying no mind to you. His grin remained on his face. Menacingly chuckling like a madman. “Your results are astonishing, just as I predicted.

He continued on. You on the other hand could not wait to get out of this facility. But something inside you also dreaded the thought. You didn’t know why. Your eyes seemed to go dull, your ears began to start ringing, your vision blurred. Rubbing the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes for a little. Clearing your throat as you realized this wasn’t going to go away any time soon, might as well bear with it. Standing up straight you stood in silence, waiting. The traveler was no ordinary adventurer, you knew that much. You knew she had some connections with the abyss, she must be more than 500 yrs old yet she looked so young. There’s nothing wrong with that of course. Although to say Dottore had fallen in love with her was wrong. His love will always be in his work. By “her” you meant power, her abilities, the exhilarating fact that she was unknown, a mystery, the countless possibilities he could achieve with her. He didn’t care for looks. You knew your own superior that much. But the sight was odd. But why would you care? You didn’t. God, you wish you didn’t. You cared how much they were going to waste their precious time, yes. Only because you wanted to go home. You weren’t jealous.

Were you? No. No, to have someone like him have a thing for you was repulsing, insulting, even. So then why did you dread the thought of him showing interest in somebody else? Wait, was this really what you were doing right now? Analyzing why he was hitting on the traveler instead of you. This was ridiculous. Get back to work. You don’t care. You don’t want to care. And you don’t need to care. You don’t have, want, need to care and you certainly wouldn’t have to. You were a nobody, for crying out loud. The best you’re going to get in life is a stable income, a “safe” home, enough for you to survive. You don’t need this crap and you don’t want it either. Despite Dottores behavior and reputation, he pays well, although his tendencies to lash out didn’t exactly provide a “stable” job. Considering at any time you made a mistake you could end up in the dark back alleys of Snezhnaya. You knew one day you could no longer keep his attention on you. No matter how many times you’ve endured his retched thoughts, his constant rants, his tantrums. He didn’t and could never appreciate your presence in the end. But both of you didn't care. So really what’s the point?