Just imaging having Dottore cockwarm you while talking to lower fatui-
OKAY I SAW THIS ASK SUPER LONG AGO BUT. WOW. WOWOWW.
contains : sub!dottore, amab!reader, cockwarming, voyeurism, handjob, open ending bc i’m horrible at ending a smut <3
just.. nonchalantly talking to your underling though it was clear that they wanted nothing but to leave the room.
some of the fatui skirmishers working under you walking in on dottore squirming on your dick, embarrassed and face flushed red as he commanded for them to leave immediately. to their horror, you snapped at him, shutting him up immediately as you asked for your minions to continue with their status report.
the skirmishers having to stay on their knees in front of you to show their respect, forcing them to be at a face-to-dick level with dottore. they could see the way his hole clenched around your dick, the slight shaking of his thighs and the way yours were flexed, supporting the man on your lap. he was beyond humiliated as he could practically feel their eyes on him. him! il dottore, fucked a lower ranked fatui harbinger! the rumours wouldn’t sound good, and there was no way he could stop them from spreading.
it became even worse when you started playing with his cock, a bored expression on your face though he could see the way your eyes twinkled with amusement. the wet “schlick”s bounced off the walls as the fatui agent’s voice got nervous and shaky. at this point, it was obvious that you were just dragging this awkward situation out for your own pleasure, and to humiliate your lover, yet the people in the room knew better than to go against you.
Imagine what the first kiss between you and Dottore would be like, especially if it was back in your akademiya days. I'm just imagining Akademiya!Dottore being shy about it, it's his and your first kiss, and you have to initiate it while he's mentally freaking out for once in his life (all flustered in front of you).
You'd tease him about it every chance you could get, bonus if it's when you're having an intimate moment that involves you guys kissing!!!
Omg this one is so cute!! I could imagine Akademiya!Dottore being all blushy blushy. I see him as someone who's not familiar feelings. He's most likely someone who thinks logically but then you came along. And his feelings for you is something that couldn't be explained with logic and he gets so frustrated and confused. I couldn't help myself but to write a little something <3
Can't work on fics rn I have exams to study for. So to make up for that, I hope these little drabbles inspired by y'all's brain rot will do for now :')
You went to where the letter told you to meet up and it led you to a cliff. You pushed some giant leaves out of your sight and the view in front of you had you in awe.
You could see the Akademiya standing tall and proud in the distance. City lights were lit up, illuminating the streets of Sumeru city. And the sky... there were countless of stars up there, staring back down at you.
As you walked closer to the cliff, that's when you saw your best friend—Zandik, pacing back and forth.
What's this? You thought.
This was an unusal behavior from him. You thought he'd be back in his dorms; pulling an all nighter to study. And not here at the cliff.
You picked up your pace and called out to him, "Zandik!"
He perked up at the sound of your voice and he smiled a bit at you, "Ah, good, I was worried you didn't see my letter."
"Well, it was placed right on my desk with big red letters written on the envelope. It would be near impossible to miss it," you said as you held the envelope up. The words "To (Y/n) from Zandik (must read!)" were scrawled onto it, judging by the messy hand writting. If it were for the countless time of you copying his notes, you would've never learnt how to make out what he's written down.
"Soo, what is this "problem" that you needed help solving?"
It was surprising to you that he needed help with something. With how intelligent he was, you thought he would never ask for help at all.
"Oh, right." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper along with a pen, handing it to you.
"Take a look at this. I, uh, couldn't seem to figure out how to solve this..."
You took the paper and the pen and looked at it.
"9x- 7i < 3 (3x -7u)"
Of all the things you could've think of, you didn't expect it'd be this.
You looked at him with a raised brow. This was just some simple algebra. Something that he definitely didn't need help with. But oh well, you wouldn't turn down the oppertunity to help him.
"Okay, let's see..."
You went to the nearest tree trunk that you could find and used it as a support to write on the paper, began to solve the equation. After a while, you were done and smiled in triumph as you looked at the answer.
"This is way to easy! No need to thank me—" As you were about to give him back the paper, you blinked and looked at the answer again.
"i <3 u"
I... heart you?
You looked at Zandik and he was looking at anything but your eyes. His hands were fidgeting with his clothing. Realizing what was happening, you smirked and leaned closer to him.
"Hmm... why do you look so nervous, Zandik?" You asked in a soft voice, with a hint of playfulness in your words.
"I-I'm not nervous! Ha, you're c-clearly delusional if you think I, uh, look nervous," he spoke.
You leaned back and placed a hand under your chin, "Really? Then why are you shaking?”
“It’s cold out.”
“Uh huh.” You were trying your best to hold your laugh in. He looked so adorable right now… The way his cheeks went from pale to a rosey red. It didn’t help they looked so squishy either. This might be a risky move, but you decided to go for it and test the waters.
Your face got closer to his, as you did that he let out a gasp. His cheeks got even redder if that was even possible, at the close proximity shared between the two of you. Your noses were inches apart and your gaze was solely focusing on him. Once you saw he didn’t pull back and stayed still, you began to lean in even more. He subconsciously copied your movements as well. Just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and smirked at how red he looked.
“I believe… you have something you wanted to say to me first?”
His face scrunched up in embarrassment. He looked away and mumbled, “I… you…”
Even if you couldn’t hear him, you still knew what he said. But being the tease that you were, you wanted him to say it again in a clearer voice.
“Hm? I didn’t hear you… Would you look at me and say it again?” You asked, with a coy smile on your face.
He grumbled and took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze with yours.
“I… I love you.”
You smiled and placed both of your hands on his cheek. They were a lot more softer than you have imagined them to be.
“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”
Feeling satisfied, you closed the gap between the two of you. Giving him his long-awaited kiss.
“I love you too, you silly goose.”
Pantalone + Dottore x gn Reader Smut Documentary
When dominant both would be mercilessly rough..however will you feel the difference between their hard thrusting..?
❥Pantalone would fuck your hole with a his usual smiley face,brings you to his work or rather fatui meetings he likes to shamelessly showing you off by spreading your hole with his cock-whether it would be in front of his subordinates or in front of his fellow harbingers he doesn't seem to care who's watching both of you,Pantalone likes to dress you up in expensive items from all over the nations of Teyvat while fucking you stupid-and coo's on how your obedient to him and to only him.
❥Dottore would fuck your hole while you being spread out on top of his experiment desk and him biting your neck with his razor sharp teeth-sometimes though when he's got somewhere else to be Dottore let's some of his chosen clones to fuck you in his stead with certain rules he strictly told them about-When tired he sometimes just watches you get stuffed by cock by his clones-absolutely loves injecting aphrodisiacs on you,mainly because he just loves it when your needy.
When in submission...
❥Pantalone would be delighted being taken care for once-even if it meant his hands were being tied up on the bed post, I mean-he doesn't mind? your making him feel good
❥Dottore would be slightly upset-never mind he's very angry-especially when you basically placed a muzzle on his mouth as your pleasing him-It was torture by itself that you’d injected him with aphrodisiacs instead of him
Both of them together would be the definition of a nightmare whether your into it or not-well to your hole that is-
❥You find them taunting each other as you feel them both speeding their paces on thrusting onto your poor leaking hole
❥Pantalone would spoil you a lot after-buying you more outfits, jewelries , food, or anything really that would please the both of you ♥
❥Dottore would be going back to work soon but not immediately-as he gives you one more love bite somewhere and not before he makes sure his clones watch over your overstimulated body♥
Of wishes and explosions
Somebody was going to be killed.
You glared at the dead frog, which had been waiting for you all morning, chilling on your desk. You grimaced, frowning at the small red droplets staining the polished wood while the gears in your mind turned and turned, trying to identify the culprit. Suddenly, you felt your fingers twitching.
Needless to say, it didn’t take long to connect the dots.
So, there you were, angrily stomping in the halls, feet leading to the school laboratory. Its dull white walls greeted you with the scent of chemicals and powders along with the razor toothy smile of your (self-proclaimed) science partner. You never agreed to be his working companion, but somehow the other students decided you were the perfect sacrificial victim for the crazy prodigy. He didn’t mind the arrangement, you did.
You marched right in front of him, already blowing a fuse. Ruby eyes peered curiously at your menacing aura through the half mask.
“Why was there a dead frog on my desk?”
He smiled wider, you tried to keep calm.
“Why? You didn’t like it?”
You huffed, before shaking your head.
The teacher’s voice was drowned by the shuffling of fabric and the clinking of glass. Your partner grabbed some slime concentrate and an energy nectar.
“Wait- these aren’t the right materials-” he shushed you with a wave of his hand.
“Who said we are doing the assignment.”
Your words were interrupted by his sigh, wordlessly, he passed you a small vial with blue liquid. “Take it, I’ve already done it.”
You stared at him, baffled.
“An hour ago- he said disinterested before grabbing a red powder from one of the shelves -now, watch, we’re going to blow something up”
You widened your eyes, watching him calmly mixing the two ingredients as if he didn’t just say he would create an explosion on school grounds.
“No, you aren’t going to do anything dangerous. We could be expelled.”
He dismissed your worries with a shake of his head. Your nerves twitched at his audacity.
It wasn’t the first time that Dottore (it wasn’t his real name, but he always insisted on being called that) completed the assignment beforehand and decided to do whatever he wanted. And though you always wanted no part in his shenanigans you couldn’t help but watch every time. Your blue-haired (again, self-proclaimed) friend tinkered with the sticky substance. Feeling your gaze on him, he gave you a sharp grin and proceeded to mix the nefarious liquid with some unidentified ingredient you didn’t even know existed.
He then poured the deadly mix into a bubble shaped glass he had pulled out of his bag just five minutes before. He let it rest for a few seconds before turning on the small stove at the base, creating a small and joyful flame.
The liquid stirred and before you could even blink, small fireworks exploded in the top part of the glass bowl. Their colourful sparks melding into a bright “Happy Birthday” sign.
Dottore smirked, arms crossed on his chest and chin proudly in the air at the sight of your widened irises, reflecting the small fires.
[e-c] met with ruby.
“Can I blow up something, now?”
Long story short
Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXIX
Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really?
Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc.
On AO3 here.
Assessing damages to neural networks…structural integrity…Initiating self-repair sequence…
Not that Prime did much damage to begin with, Omega noted. He held back on purpose. Prime may have intervened but he would not ruin the chance to get the necessary events back on schedule.
All for her.
Did the fool even understand what he was doing?
He’d set up the perfect experiment to deal with her. Omega wove memories together as one would a tapestry, assembled a life with her without the need for an archaic system such as soulmates, and kept her shut away from everything. She couldn’t interfere with anything; she was too busy sleeping. And if her mind was occupied in another space in the Akasha, she couldn’t dream with Zandik, with the Prime segment that could not afford distractions.
Besides, hadn’t he proven himself to be better, more efficient? Emotions had no place in his synapses; the only value worth considering was the potential outcome, if the benefits outweighed the costs.
Something Omega, inorganic and playing at being human, would never feel. He had the notion of it, had his own priorities and drives and processes that dictated his existence. But the gap between human and machine…Prime was close to sealing it but even then…he never truly got it just right.
All the while, circuitry fixed itself, wires corrected their positions, his repairs as easy as breathing. Omega rose from the floor slowly, testing joints and limbs and sensing for areas in need of further repair. Steam hissed through the pipes, and the floor gave a low rumble beneath the Segment’s feet, the energy making its way elsewhere as it powered the facility.
He would be better than any human in every capacity, not bogged down by emotions, by the necessity of constant maintenance.
Fundamentally, that meant he would never truly exist as Prime did. He was not driven by insatiable curiosity, by a need to ask the questions people were too afraid to, only by the selfish desire to meet his goals as dictated by his parameters.
Omega was as alive as anyone else, deserving of recognition, of adoration. Wasn’t he?
Why did Prime get everything?
He was the better Zandik in all but organic matter and name.
And therefore just as deserving of…
Of what, precisely?
If soulmates were nothing but divinity pulling its strings, why did Omega want it at all? That would be taking several steps backwards; he had no use for such trivial sentiments and yet…
Yet he could only think in circles.
His inorganic systems did their best to process the raw data and emotions that Prime flooded his system with. One moment, it felt as if he were undergoing maintenance, his circuitry on a table before him while his physical form lay empty, hollow.
Another, as if he’d absorbed Electro energy and the only places it could go were his own wiring, the energy jolting through his systems.
Notes played through his memory banks and his artificial heart pumped so out of rhythm that he thought it would burst at their mere sound.
No, as if it was trying to imitate the rhythm, to sync up to them. He only ever followed his own beat and his own melody but every part of him… yearned…
Had Omega not also been hopeful? That the cellist would have provided some kind of insight into the workings of Celestia, how soulmates were chosen and tied together? That perhaps, like Delusions did for Visions, the Celestial Bond could have been subverted entirely and no one without such a connection needed to suffer in solitude.
Prime clearly hoped for something different, however.
Omega felt what he could only frame as a steady fire in his stomach that undercut everything else; passion never dying, never stopping.
A different perspective that still understood, fundamentally, what it was to have this sensation inside oneself that fueled everything. A Segment would never meet that need, Omega rationalized. How could it? After all, he was only a branching path off of Zandik himself.
He was Zandik but he also was not.
So then, who was he? What was he, Omega, if not Zandik? Why did he suffer as Prime did, if they were not the same?
Were they not both monsters? What monster deserved happiness?
With every segmentation, all Prime ever seemed to do was further give credence to the notion that he was never going to be accepted, fulfilled, loved by anything other than his creations, than himself. It drove Omega to the brink time and again when the hivemind began to quietly chatter and then tear one another down. Jealousy was not uncommon, especially among the older Segments who longed for the years of the Younger ones, uninhibited by all but experience.
Peace. Hope. All things that supposedly soulmates helped with.
But there was none to be found inside Zandik, deep in the bowels of the wretched organ that was considered to be his heart. Or at least, there hadn’t been.
A flash of white crossed Omega’s vision, not unlike a refresh reboot of his operating systems, obscuring the corridor in front of him. Instead of his interface, Omega saw her , unafraid, a gloved hand brushing away a strand of unruly hair, felt a hand in his as fingers flexed in response to her touch, awed not only by beauty but by the sheer unwavering steadiness of it all. Something inside his chest cavity gave a small ‘pop’ and the sensations stopped, the scene disappearing in an instant and replaced by a slightly blurry view of the metal grating and pipes.
His ocular sockets felt damp.
Omega adjusted the mask across his eyes and then brought a hand up to his hair, shaking slightly as he laughed to himself.
No, no segment would ever be able to provide that .
Prime was such a fool.
MY FUCKIN BELOVED @mayhapsart WENT TO COMIC CON YESTERDAY AND SHE GOT ME MY FUCKIGN HUBSAND AND MALEWIFE (I'LL LET YOU DECIDE WHO IS WHO)
I GOTTA BUY FRAMES NOW BUT LOOOOOOOKKKKKKK
Dottore & Outlast
Pantalone trying and failing to teach Dottore about economics 📈
(mspaint doodles in class)
All this sub!dottore is getting to me, I need more.
I can just imagine him being a little slut and dressing up in cute pairs of lingerie when he desperately wants to be touched. Even better when he’s being denied an orgasm and the only thing he’s allowed to do is grind and get himself off on your shoe.
Him crawling around on all fours after you begging, whining and whimpering for your touch as you walk away from him.
Calling him ‘baby’ and praising him when he’s good is enough to make him cum untouched.
Dottore would be so cute when he sucks you off and you’d be close to cumming down his throat when calls you daddy/mummy. He’d relish in the aftercare, but would get so embarrassed every time you bring up and remind him how much of a needy whiny bitch he is when he’s horny.
Lord have mercy, we must stay focused brothers.
damn i think this ask has been around since feb 😭😭 so sorry anon..
but i agree!!! i’ve said this so many times before but reducing dottore down to a pathetic mess might just be the best thing in the world… he denies it but he’s so absolutely desperate for you, your touch, because he’s so starved of it. he loves your affection, and just for you, he’d work hard to get your approval
Since I can't sleep still, I'm just going to comply with my Dottore brain rot even more :')
Imagining being in Dottore's lab being bandaged up after fighting some treasure hoarders and getting hurt, he's scolding you for getting hurt while tending to your wounds but also being gentle with you. As a “Thank You” you give him a quick peck, but he demands more, because you "wasted" so much of his time already.
(I'm sorry if these are out of the asking zone/criteria, I JSUT WNAT SOMEONE TO HEAR ME OUTT </3)
Omg this— Dottore would worry about no one but his Darling. He couldn't care less about somebody else's corpse on the side of the road but would freak out over a paper cut on you LOL. He just loves you a lot more than he's willing to admit. And I just love that he only accepts kisses in payment <3 And no worries, nonnie! I'm open to any Dottore brain rot you would like to share. Feel free to keep em' coming! Again, I couldn't help myself but to write this.
Today's task was supposed to be easy. All you had to do was to gather some materials Dottore had asked of you, piece of cake, right? That was until a bunch of treasure hoarders appeared out of no where and thought it would be a good idea to fight a random, innocent citizen. In this case, that was you.
You've had experience in combat and your skills weren't too shabby. Even so, you were outnumbered and barely made it out of there alive. They hit you hard and have possibly broken a bone or two in you.
You limped all the way back to Dottore's lab and pushed the doors open. Alerting him of your pressence.
"Welcome back, my dear. You took longer that I've expected. Is everything alright—" He stopped talking mid sentence when he noticed your bloody form. There was a huge slash on the side of your waist, red blotches scattered across your body. He could tell you were in a lot of pain judging by the way you were limping.
Without saying another word, he quickly went over to your and took the materials out of your hands and put them onto the nearest table. He wrapped an arm around you cautiously, careful to not touch any of your wounds and guided you to a chair.
"Sit here," he said, before going around his lab to gather a few medical supplies. As you watched him move from one spot to another, you were trying tosee if you could make out what he was feeling. But it was a lot harder with his mask on.
Was he worried? Scared? Nonchalant, even?
It didn't take too long for him to come back with what he needed to treat your wound. He grasped the helm of your shirt and gave it a little tug, letting you know he was going to lift it up.
He lifted it up to where your chest was and took a look at the slash on your waist. Thankful for how quiet the lab was, you were able to hear his breath hitched. He took his glove off and gave your wound a little touch. He didn't stay long, however, when you hissed.
He applied some alcohol onto a clean cloth.
"This is going to hurt a bit, but I will be quick."
Before your mind could process his words, the cloth was already on your skin. You held onto his shoulders for support as the burning sensation was too much to bear.
"I'm almost done. Just keep holding on to me."
A few minutes that felt like hours for you had finally passed and he was done with cleaning your wound after he deemed it as good enough. He put the cloth away and took the bandages and began to wrap them around your waist carefully.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?"
"It's, um, treasure hoarders."
"Those pesky little—" He cut himself off by sighing.
"—why didn't you just, run away?"
You stayed quiet for a while before answering, "I wanted to get the materials you asked for..."
"You idiot, I couldn't care less about them if it means putting your life on the line." He continued, "Next time you're in any sort of danger, just run away as soon as you can, alright? They're just materials, I could always get them later..."
He was now done with covering up your wound.
"But you, dove. There's only one of you and I couldn't risk losing you."
You knew he was a master at concealing his feelings, but you could still hear the worry in his words.
"I'm sorry... I'll be more careful next time."
You raised your hand up and took his mask off, smiling at the handsome face before you. You gave him a little peck on his cheek.
He tsked, "If you're really sorry then... give me another one. You wasted my time, got blood on the floor and had me worried. It's only fair."
You giggled at how he was acting like a kid and gave him another peck. After all, he deserved it, did he not?
Oh!!!! Here’s a silly little idea, maybe an angsty story where reader is like, and adoptive kid of dottore’s or like an experiment he somehow got attached to, and they meet and become freinds with collei?
I think that they would be so silly and so sad, maybe reader looks up to collei as a big sister!!! Omg I’m already attached to the duo
Okay so this contains spoilers for the archon quest, gender neutral reader. Reader is going to be an adoptive kid of one of Dottore's clones. This landed up becoming more Tighnari centric, but Collei is the reader's friend and Tighnari's more of the father figure.
Your dad had shipped you to Sumeru, a location you have wanted to visit after hearing all about the forest life that was there. He explained that, due to work, he would be unable to join you and visit the areas you enjoyed the most. Your understanding of your fathers work was him working patients that needed treatment, and you thought the world of him. You never knew you biological parents, them seemingly dying before you can form a connection, and your dad said he took you in because your parents wanted him to do so.
Tighnari was informed of you, and he decided against kicking you out for association with the Fatui. You were travelling alone, your father telling you he trusted you enough not to get lost too easily. Of course, he kept a close eye on you due to his concern that this could be some facade you're putting on. Collei seemed drawn to you, and you both land up becoming good friends.
When you get informed that your father 'extended your visit time for an unmentionable time', you were initially sad. You were looking forward to seeing your dad again, to enjoying his food and hearing about the patients he has saved. Collei sits with you, making you feel as welcome as she can. She understood that you missed your dad, and she heard many good things about your dad.
Tighnari, however, was working closely with the authorities.
See, when Dottore took the deal with Nahida, your father died. Nahida was the one who heard your father screaming out your name, begging Dottore not to hurt you in his experiments. She knew about you, her knowledge on Dottore connecting you.
He had to figure out how exactly to break the news. This wasn't easy. Dottore himself was still alive, but anyone with half a brain would figure out the real Dottore would use you for inhumane experiments. After a meeting with Alhaitham and Cyno, Alhaitham decides that he can break the news. Tighnari states Collei shouldn't be there for the news, letting you process the situation on your own terms.
"Your father is dead." Alhaitham states, Tighnari looking over in shock at the bluntness of the statement.
"No...No, that's not true." You retort. "Dad is alive!"
"He has died." Alhaitham states once again, Tighnari regretting the decision to let someone like Alhaitham break such devastating news.
"How are you feeling, _?" Tighnari softly asks, you shaking your head out of dissapproval.
"Dad is a good man! He helped so many people with treatment." You protest. "Dad can't be dead, he knows how to heal himself."
"Your father was a horrible man." Alhaitham coldly lets out, Tighnari nudging him harshly. "He took you away from your parents and used them for experimen-"
"That's not appropriate for this discussion, Alhaitham." Tighnari grits through his teeth.
"But dad told me...He was working on treatment." You weakly let out, trying to convince Alhaitham he was wrong. "Dad wouldn't do that to my parents." you croak out, Tighnari glaring at Alhaitham.
"He did." Alhaitham corrects, showing you the letters your parents sent out in an attempt to escape as well as the dates attached to them.
"But dad... Dad wouldn't..." You tear up. "My dad wouldn't do this to someone. I know my dad!"
"Alhaitham, that's enough."
"I think it's time they knew about their father. Nobody else thinks so nicely of him, and for good reason." Alhaitham tuts, getting up and leaving.
Tighnari looks over at you, seeing you in a mess as you're reading over the letters your parents sent out. The fact your name was there, and they had your date of birth correct. You read through them, morbid curiousity grabbing you as you read about how horrible your father was to those unlucky enough to not be you.
Your father never got permission to take you, and your parents were desperately trying to find you. They both landed up dying, a final letter from the Fatui mocking the people responding to these letters with a confirmation of death.
You run out, Tighnari hot on your heels as he gets a bad feeling about what you were going to do. By some poor luck, you both ran all the way to Dottore's getaway boat, him waiting there for you. Before you take another step, Tighnari grabs you and clamps a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he picks up on a whisper between two agents.
"Once that brat comes running, we'll get going." The agent states, Dottore nodding.
"Of course. I can never have too many experiments." Dottore chuckles. "That clone of mine was far too soft for my own liking, and that rat he's been keeping as a pet holds no value alive."
You start to shake, crying softly as Tighnari slowly lets his grip loose as he knew you wouldn't run off. Turning to face Tighnari, you look up at him with a mixture of negative emotions in your eyes before he pulls you in for a hug.
ah yes, batman and a freaky clone
highly underrated sumeru moment imo