#dottore headcanons

[genshinimpactlife]

Psssst psssst could I request nsfw headcannons for c0ckwarming alhaitham and dottore? Have a wonderful day/night 😚

Cockwarming Headcanons

Alhaitham is a lazy man, so he would adore cockwarming.

Early morning hard-on? He will happily pull his pajama pants down just enough to let his cock out, slipping it inside you before falling asleep again.

He loves the feeling of being inside you. He would happily lay there for hours with you keeping his cock warm.

He likes to lazily grind against you but never fully thrust his hips into you.

When you're being a brat, he will have you sit on his cock, not letting you move until you're begging him to let you ride him.

"Can my Pet not keep still? That's another five minutes of having to sit here and look pretty."

After you have sex, he doesn't like to pull out. Instead, he lets his soft cock stay inside you as the two of you cuddle.

When you're connected like this, he can't keep his hands off you, always running them along your body, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.

He will do just about anything to keep you on his cock, keeping you distracted with sweet kisses and mumbling about "five more minutes."

Working in the lab? Of course he expects his pretty assistant to keep his cock warm.

He always has you sitting in his lap while you work, chest to chest.

You are not allowed to talk or wiggle while he's working. You just have to be a good warm hole for him to use.

If you move too much or make a sound, he won't hesitate to slap your bare ass, leaving a bright red mark before returning to his work.

But of course, he always rewards you when you do a good job. He will even let you decide how he fucks you if you were perfect for him.

Most of the time cockwarming is a punishment for you, to make you squirm, or simply for his own pleasure.

But some nights after you have sex, he can't help but keep his cock buried inside you.

If you try to move away to clean up or roll over, his arm will wrap around you, pulling you right back into place.

The two of you will fall asleep like this, connected for the entire night.

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[cyber-night]

Dottores younger segments have harsh mood swings, and so the lab equipment is extra durable to accommodate his anger issues. Things like glass beakers, rods, and specimen jars are made of extra durable glass in case he throws them. There's stim toys and chews everywhere so he can Try and deal with his emotions healthily. This is all more common in the teen and young adult clones. The older ones have suppressed their emotions so they can do more science™️. He has never gotten violent or angry at you though, he could never. If he hurt you, he'd go insane... well... more insane.

Smut below

There are only two ways to calm him down when he's like this. Wait or get you. It takes time still, and he's incredibly clingy because his mind is too loud, and he's frustrated, but he calms down. Sometimes his mind is loud in a way that needs to be fucked out of him. It has to be hard rough bordering on too much when he's like this, or else it just adds to his frustrations. Either way once he's finally calm he's exhausted even if you didn't fuck him he's tired that much rage takes everything out of him and he has to nap for like 4 hours.

[decayedgloria]

sundress szn

ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni

Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread

Capitano

Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.

The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.

Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.

“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.

Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.

“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you. 

“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.

“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…

Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?

Dottore

As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.

So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear. 

You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…

Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned. 

It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.

With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.

“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”

“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.

“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Columbina

You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it? 

You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold. 

Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice. 

Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.

“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more. 

“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair. 

Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.

Arlecchino

Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.

However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-

Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…

A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.

“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.

She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.

She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.

Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.

What a tease.

A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.

can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.

[angelltheninth]

Hiii! Can you write a touchy!dottore x fem!reader smut? Tysmm!

(p.s: I just adoree your writing and I hope your doing well!)

Oh man, you know he would never stop touching you, he's obsessed.

Pairing: Dottore x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, fingering, semi-public sex, dom/sub dynamics, objectification

A/N: Got a lot of good stuff today. Starting with Dottore.

Sees you like an outlet for his pleasure when ever he needs it

You can feel him watching you through his mask, his eyes alone enough to make you squirm in your seat

Watching is never enough for him, he needs to be touching you as much as possible, can never let you out of his sight

Rubs your thigh at every meeting

Giving the soft flesh a little squeeze he lets you know when to spread your legs open

Wouldn't fuck you in a meeting again, not after confirming you can't keep your mouth shut, but he likes keeping his hand between your legs, stroking his fingers up and down to make sure you're paying attention

Dottorefeels very entitled to you at any given moment

When he wants to touch you, no matter what he or you are doing he will make everything stop to fulfill his needs, he's a very selfish man like that

If you try to move away he simply pulls you back and sootgs your worries with a soft kiss

Would keep you handcuffed to himself if he could

Handcuffs have been used before but only to restrain you when he already has his hands on you

Keeps you from touching him, hearing you begging to touch him when he can touch you all he wants

Is cuddly after sex, he sits you in his lap and lightly bites your neck while your pussy stops fluttering around his cock

He keeps his cock inside you for as long as he can, waiting to see if you're gonna start moving on your own

There are times when you're way too tired and actually fall asleep on him so he feels bad about waking you up

Works together with you but he stands behind you with his cock pushed inside your warm pussy

From the back no one can tell what he's doing, his body and cape hide it

But if someone stuck around they would be able to hear your barely muffled whimpers and sighs

He claims he's cold and needs your body to warm him up but you know he's not telling the truth

Makes you think you can say no, and you suppose you could, but... his grin is enough to entice you to straddle his lap and melt into his arms

To his credit it doesn't always end with sex, he really does want to be close to you that much

Hates when you point out how much he likes to touch you

Knows he can't keep his hands off you but you don't get to be the one to tease him about it, you don't have that power over him, he has the power over you

He is the one who needs to snap his fingers and you're bending over his work desk and pulling your panties to the side

[etherealphosphor]

Cuddling Headcanons ♡

⟡ Contains: Character x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Fluff

⟡ Diluc, Albedo, Venti, Dottore, Alhaitham

Diluc ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

After an especially tiring day at work, the thing that Diluc needed most was to lay down next to his beloved. As he walked through the door, you took his coat and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He embraced you for a moment, breathing in your scent, which always seemed to calm him down. Once Diluc released you, you took his hand in yours and brought him to the bedroom. Hugging you from behind, he laid down next to you on the bed and rested his head on your shoulder. All the stresses from his day melted away, and the only thing he cared about was you. As you drifted off, Diluc gently whispered words of affection into your ear. He made sure you had no doubt that he loved you more than anything else.

Albedo ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Albedo, as an introverted alchemist, spent most of his time alone. On top of that, being an artificial human, he never knew that he could even experience love. But when you came into his life, everything changed. He hated being away from you, and you were the one person he always wanted around. As you and Albedo lay in bed, he slowly ran his fingers over your neck. The red marks of your earlier activities were scattered all over it, and Albedo couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of himself. Those marks showed that you were his—and his alone. Albedo moved his head down to listen to the slow beat of your heart; something about it always fascinated him. He loved every inch of your body, and he smiled gently as he pulled you closer to him. You played with Albedo’s hair as he drifted off, which was something that always soothed him.

Venti °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

On some days, Venti would stumble home at night completely drunk. Ignoring your scolding, he’d throw himself into your arms and beg you to cuddle him. Despite being annoyed by his bad habit of drinking so much, you found it very hard to stay mad at him. The way his eyes sparkled as he smiled at you with flushed cheeks instantly melted your heart, and you agreed. Leading him to the bedroom, you laid down and pulled him into your arms. You could smell the scent of wine all over him, but you found that you didn’t really care. You quite liked having him in your embrace, even if he smelled like the tavern. Venti nuzzled his face into your neck, squeezing you as tight as he could. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he was smiling widely.

Dottore .𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆

After spending the whole day cooped up in his lab, Dottore was glad to be able to relax. He simply couldn’t sleep without having you in his arms, and he had been eagerly awaiting spending time with you after his awfully boring work day. You were waiting for him in bed, and you smiled as he opened the door. Dottore took you into his embrace and rested his chin on top of your head. In that position, your head was nestled gently against his chest. The slow rhythm of Dottore’s heartbeat lulled you to sleep as he stroked your hair. Something was magical to him about how defenseless you looked as you slept—a silent reminder of how fragile your mortality was. The way you trusted Dottore with your life made his heart flutter a little. Nothing could ever compare to how much he loved being close to you.

Alhaitham .⋆✮ ✧̣̇˳·˖✶

Alhaitham always stayed up too late at night, studying and whatnot. You’d always wait for him to come to bed, but oftentimes you became impatient. This evening, you walked out to the living room, where Alhaitham was sitting. Absorbed in another book, he didn’t even look up as you walked over to him. Without a word, you pushed the hand holding the book out of the way and wrapped your arms around his neck. Looking up, Alhaitham couldn’t even speak before you kissed him. Seated comfortably on his lap, he embraced you gently as you told him how much you missed his company. Moving one arm under your legs and one around your back, Alhaitham picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room. Only you knew the sweetness hidden by his prickly personality.

[whoistartaglia]

genshin men as types of influencers—part two

part one

cyno has a prank channel, but “prank” is a loosely-defined term. sure, he acts like everything he’s filming are pranks, but are they really? he laughs at them meanwhile the person being pranked ends up more confused than anything else. the ends of the videos include an in-depth explanation as to why the prank is funny and why the audience should be laughing (they’re still not).

dottore has a very bland account dedicated to his research and experiments. this includes hours long, unedited videos of him going through the procedure, and barely explaining anything at all. he doesn’t get a lot of views, except for one random video with millions of views, likes, and comments. it’s definitely not pinned on his channel either.

albedo also has an account dedicated to his experiments, except that his videos are more like tutorials. he’ll explain the procedure, what materials you’ll need, and go through step-by-step on how to set up and complete the experiment. struggling high school and college kids love him, and he even takes his time to respond to some comments.

heizou is the host of a true crime podcast. what started out as him bragging about his escapades turned into biweekly uploads about true crimes around teyvat. sometimes he’ll bring on co-hosts, other times it’ll just be him. heizou knows the ins and outs of the detective side of things, and he’s such a naturally-gifted narrator that he’s swiftly amassed a legion of loyal fans.

tighnari has an account dedicated to nature and the environment. you’ll find several videos of animals, wilderness survival guides, and even a glimpse into his own day in the life. he most certainly has a couple rants about travelers and adventurers getting a little too friendly to hostile animals—he tells his audience to learn from their mistakes, no matter how funny the story may be.

kazuha posts pictures of short videos of his travels over teyvat, and his account is very aesthetically pleasing. he has an overall neutral color scheme and the photos he takes breathe serenity and peace—even if his day-to-day life can sometimes be anything but. he always includes where he’s currently visiting and comments on the county in the caption.

lyney posts card tricks. he is able to captivate his audience with such tricks, even fooling the most keenest of eyes. his shuffling is also impressive; can he split the deck and have the cards arranged in whatever order he wants in under a minute. his audience begs for a tutorial that lyney will never give—a magician never reveals his secrets, after all.

[becstxr]

Could you de headcanons of Yandere Dottore with fragile reader 💕

Please continue with requests bc I have no idea what to write about😭😭

At first Dottore didn't allow his Segments to leave their research but that changed when you were sitting in the lab and one of his test subjects managed to get out and pushed the table you where sitting on, it caused you to fall of and break one of your arms.

This mans Segments are just as obsessed with you as he is, when he's not with you one of them certainly are and they aren't leaving unless Prime says otherwise.

As much as people might think this Dottore would never experiment on you. You are to fragile after all, he would never dream of harming your pretty body.

The only times Dottore has allowed you to go out is when the harbingers have too attend a ball. even then you aren't aloud to leave his side lap. Although the few times you've gone Dottore may or may not have added a few bodies to his subject list.

One of those said times a nobleman decided it would be a good idea to try to force you to dance with him, in the process he managed to sprain your wrist. Dottore and his Segments had a fun time with that one.

The Segments favorite thing has always been to cuddle with you, specifically the younger three Kappa, Gamma and Lota. Those three are often the ones who are keeping an eye on you. Although you don't particularly care, they cuddle you and keep you company when Dottore cannot.

[s0ulryo]

Headcanons for dottore in his time in the academya with a crush who's nice and friendly with him?? Love seeing this loser obsess with someone who showed him kindness for the first time lmao

Il Dottore Having a Crush Headcanons [Sumeru Akademiya Edition] ⋆*.✩‧₊˚

[Dottore x Reader]

Synopsis: Il Dottore having a crush on another student.

Tags: Mostly fluff, a little crackish, soft headcanon, slight cw obsessive Dottore, and slight violence.

Notes: Oocish? Proofreadish??? I love Dottore. I ran out of ideas after the third sentence #igetstuckeasy. Gets really rambly. It's not super great so i might fix it later Also, it’s like 4 am :sobs: ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON <3333. Please tell me if you enjoyed!!

(Reader is always gn unless otherwise specified.)

Dottore being shunned for being a "monster" and "madman" wasn't anything new – he was kicked out of his home for his scientific experimentation concepts, and now he is being rejected by the students and teachers at the akademiya for the same thing.

However, you are the exact opposite. Most of the time at least. Before you associated yourself with Il Dottore, you were admired and respected by your peers. You weren’t as smart or as talented as the other students, but you were a pleasant person to be around and that’s what the other people at the akademiya liked about you.

The way you met Dottore wasn't the most...conventional. You saw Dottore getting beat up by one student in a classroom, and you were feeling like a menace that day; so you simply hit said bully over the head with a book – hard. He’ll be fine right? A small blackout never hurt anyone anyways.

Dottore was confused. He also was quite concerned, you were standing over him and the other guy with a book in hand. Why wouldn’t he be concerned? 

You handed Dottore the book and left the classroom after that. You didn’t know him that well, you saw him around campus once in a while and you heard the rumors about him, but you never really talked to him. In all honesty, you didn’t care about him or his rumors. ‘Madman’ this, ‘homicidal maniac’ that, he’s passing his classes with higher marks than everyone else so he has to be doing something right. Right?

Ever since Dottore ‘met’ you, he’s been preoccupied with trying to find out more about you. Most people don’t hit a stranger over the head with a book. He’s overheard conversations about you and has been trying to find out what kind of person you are. Most people at the akademiya despise him – do you despise him too? Did you want a favor from him? So many questions about you plagued his mind since that day.

The first time you had a verbal conversation with Dottore was after one of your classes. You were having an existential crisis behind a building because you slept through your lecture and didn’t understand half of the material, and he was trying to hide from other students.

“I’m so going to fail, what does this even mean – maybe it’s not too late to drop out...”

“[Name] it’s halfway through the second semester, yes it’s too late to drop out now.” 

At that moment, you started to realize that you didn’t really like Dottore. He’s not…awful, it’s more like he laughed at you mid-breakdown. Yeah, you can have inhumane experimentation ideas, but laughing at your panicked state was a big no-no. (It’s fine, you started to like him more as you got to know him better.)

You proceeded to try to subtly avoid him after that. You were polite to him because you had to be, but you didn’t want to deal with him too much after that conversation, but that’s hard to do when you saw him almost everywhere. Dottore was like gum stuck to your shoe that you couldn’t get rid of. 

Honestly having him around you wasn’t too bad, and after a little bit, you started to enjoy his presence. You kept the bullies away from him, and he helped you pass the classes that you tended to sleep through. Sometimes you felt sorry for him though, he is a little odd – if you count inhumane scientific suggestions as odd; but they’re just suggestions, right? So no harm done. Plus, his ideas were slightly interesting if you thought about it. 

The more you willingly hung out with Dottore, the more he grew addicted to the feeling. After a certain point, he starts to think of you as a close friend. Seeing how you were his only friend.

Dottore as your friend is a good and bad thing. It’s a good thing because he’s extremely helpful when it comes to your classes and he’s an entertaining person to be around, but it’s a bad thing because he’s such a wildcard.

He’ll bully you and pull pranks on you all the time. Your least favorite prank that he pulled on you was when he hid your Sumeru Akademiya uniform from you. Or when he promised to help you study but spoke in Fontaine/Fontais (French) the whole time.

I think Dottore’s feelings for you kind of snowballed. It slowly built up till the realization just kind of…crashed into him. He confirmed his feelings for you after he received a birthday gift from you. It was something really trivial honestly. He offhandedly mentioned that it was his birthday a few days prior and was surprised to see you with a neatly wrapped package the next day at his front door.

“Why are you here [Name]?”

“This is for you Dottore.”

Dottore looks at you puzzled “A package?”

You sigh “A gift you idiot. A gift for you – for your birthday.”

Looking at you like you're the weirdest thing he has seen he says “A gift for my birthday?”

“Yes Dottore, a gift for your birthday.”

“Why would I need a gift for my birthday?”

“Have you never received a birthday gift before Dottore?”

“...No?”

He was pleasantly surprised to see a mini tool kit inside the package. You knew he liked tinkering with stuff, and he was surprised you remembered that. He just kind of stood there in thought for a bit after that and was like 'wow this is nice, someone cares about my wellbeing'.

I also think Dottore would try to impress you by complimenting you or trying to “flirt” with you. Keyword – try. He’s so shit at it, it’s not even funny. He tries, he really does. He just wants you to feel like how he feels when he’s around you. He’s just not as good with his words as you are, though that could be because he was shunned by mostly everyone in his life for his whole life. 

When he’s complimenting you it either doesn’t make a lot of sense or it’s extremely backhanded, and when he’s trying to flirt with you he either forgets what he was supposed to say or just starts to insult you.

“[Name] if you were a…”

“If I was a?”

“I forgot what I was going to say [Name].”

Dottore isn’t really the type of person to do anything when he has a crush on someone. He won't actively try to seek out a relationship with you mainly because he doesn’t want to ruin the relationship he has with you. He may be bad with social cues, but he understands if you don’t reciprocate the feelings he has for you it could mess up your guys’ current relationship.

On a different note, he’d do anything for you. You were the only person who really showed him any form of kindness, even if that kindness was extremely minuscule at first. He appreciates everything you've done for him – whether that’s getting him gifts, or cooking him meals, he’s really thankful you do that for him. He’s just so whipped for you.

Il Dottore is a man that found an obsession with the feeling of being wanted. A feeling that you have provided for him, and one day he hopes he can tell you how he feels.

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the cadence within [il dottore x reader] — prologue.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is through their fourth and fifth ribs.  But few men would allow you to just skewer them like that, and Dottore was no exception. So you took the classic route. No, it wasn’t through his stomach; it was through sheer force of charisma alone.  However, charisma is shaped like a double edged blade. Pantalone sent you to Dottore’s lab like a flying dagger, and not until it was too late did either of you realize you’d been lodged in his chest. 

co-written with noodsies, however, they’re shy and wish to stay anonymous! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will contain mature content, including explicit sexual acts, violence, dottore himself, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

“Check,” you whispered.

Queen to C6 check, in response to white’s bishop checking on F3. Your D7 pawn guarded your queen, but your bishop was stuck in B8 while his king was vulnerable on A6. His only other piece was a knight on A4.

Did he blunder?

After placing down the chess piece, you glanced back towards him, your eyes searching his face for any readable signs or expressions. There were none, save for the hint of amusement that remained eternally etched into both his features and demeanour.

You mentally sighed. Dottore was as indecipherable as ever, leaving you confused about what to do with the nagging itch that tugged at your heart. You tried to push it aside, to dig a hole and bury the feeling six feet underground where it was never to resurface again, but you found yourself unable to. Instead, you found yourself caving into that emotion, the tension thickening the very air that now felt suffocating to breathe in, each of Dottore’s answers only leaving you with more questions to ask—none of which you should’ve paid any mind to, yet you still couldn't resist, barely holding yourself back from asking the one thing you really wanted to know.

You coughed softly, clearing your throat before speaking again.

“My turn,” you tried to steady your voice and sound as confident as possible, pushing past the dryness in your mouth. “Question nineteen, are you going to continue with your plan?”

It shouldn’t even matter. If you were being rational, you wouldn’t have bothered to ask that; whether or not he planned to continue should not affect your judgement in any way. He had done enough wrong as it is, committed far more crimes than could be excused or remotely justified.

Still, you couldn’t help but succumb to your own weakness, the question leaving your lips alongside a silent prayer that you hadn’t exposed your intentions—be it the one to put an end to him, or the far worse one, the one to give up on your original task. The task you should adhere to, despite your traitorous feelings wanting to get in the way. But you were not strong enough.

Dottore’s silence permitted you to keep ruminating over the same thoughts that had ceaselessly plagued you each time you faced him, the same thoughts that had insidiously grown in intensity throughout your interactions, leaving you to realize far too late that at some point, your actions towards him became genuine.

“Perhaps,” Dottore responded at last. You fought to keep your face neutral, trying your best to mask your disappointment at his answer. As much as you had wanted to, you were unable to deny that you had indeed wanted him to say ‘no.’

As shameful as it was, you pushed for a different answer.

“You’re supposed to answer yes or no,” you stated, keeping your tone light and indifferent.

How ludicrous, you thought. Your job was to pretend to be interested in him, yet here you were, desperately trying to act like you weren’t.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, I can’t do that,” Dottore replied. “The answer is dependent on certain variables.”

“Like what?”

“That’s not a yes or no question.” His face did not betray anything, yet you could hear the smirk in his voice, evident in the satisfaction he spoke with.

“But—”

“—My turn,” Dottore interrupted, and though you wanted to protest, you had to maintain an air of calmness, leaning back in your seat as you waited for him to speak.

“Question nineteen,” Dottore drew out each syllable with emphasis, “you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”

His sentence caused you to freeze, a chill running down each ridge of your spine as you shivered, goosebumps breaking out over the surface of your skin, your hair standing on end as you stared at him, motionless, eyes wide.

That wasn’t a yes or no question. He knew. Dottore knew.

You didn’t need to see yourself to know that blood had drained from your face. There was no need for you to say anything; even if he hadn’t already known, your expression alone would be enough to confirm that everything he just said was true.

“Go on. Why don’t you answer me?” His voice was sharp enough to cut through the pounding of your heart, the pulsating of the organ reverberating in your eardrums being the only sound to muffle the deafening silence of the room.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Dottore continued. Though the syllables reached you, your mind struggled to process the meaning behind them. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

Dottore scoffed, indignant.

“I find it rather insulting that you think so lowly of me.”

“N-no,” you scrambled to find the right words. “I don’t—”

“—Is that so?” he said, cutting you off while clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Do you have a more plausible explanation for that gun strapped to your thigh, then?”

Your heart sank, his words the anchor that plunged it into the bottomless pit in your stomach. It felt like the life was drained from your body, rendering it an immobile marionette whose strings dangled from the tips of Dottore’s slender fingers. As if his words were coated in a paralyzing agent, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak further or move an inch. The only reminder that you were still alive was the harrowing thump of your pulse, each beat accelerating faster than the last.

How did he know?

For a split second you wondered if you’d been betrayed, but that was impossible. You had premeditated the perfect plan, meticulously memorized every step, and followed through with flawless execution.

With clandestine sleight, you acquired the perfect trump card—a gun loaded with bullets meant to destroy both visions and delusions. It was exactly what you needed to put an end to him, to put an end to this madness and absurdity. You’d be done with this once and for all. You’d have your old life back; exactly as it was before.

So how?

And what was more pressing than how, was the question of just what Dottore was planning to do with this knowledge. The urgency that question posed was unmatched by anything else, the answer pertaining to whether you would live or die.

You couldn’t help but wince, unable to conceal your expressions any longer. Dottore had seen through it all, seen through all your plans. You were dead, and you could only hope that your death would not be as unpleasant as some of the others by his hand. You knew what he was capable of, and you knew he was capable of far worse.

“I didn’t think so.” Dottore’s words were firm. Unwavering. And in those very seconds you were forced to accept the reality that you were going to die. This was the end.

“Go ahead,” Dottore said, slowly holding out his hands with both palms facing you. “Shoot me.”

What?

“I won’t stop you,” he finished his sentence. You were still gaping at him, but he was gazing back straight into your eyes, unflinching.

“Is this a joke?” you breathed, unable to comprehend what was just said to you.

“Is that your final question?” Dottore returned, his words somehow snapping you out of your daze and paralysis for a split second. You instinctively reacted by reaching to your thigh, pulling out the gun that you had prepared for this very moment and aiming it directly at him.

You tried to still the tremble of your hands as your index finger hooked onto the trigger, tensing it frozen so it wouldn’t pull.

A moment went by.

“Is that all?” Maybe you were imagining things. You had to be, but you couldn’t help but feel his eyes scan your face, searching for something.

Just what was he looking for? Could it be the same thing you sought?

“Allow me my final question, then.”

You couldn’t help but anticipate, that minuscule flame of hope, that lingering spark that refused to be snuffed out, flaring back to life.

“Sure.” Your voice was low, but you knew that he had heard you, nonetheless.

“Question...” Each second felt like it had been split up into millions, leaving you to experience time a microsecond at once. You were breathing heavily, your blood pulsating in your ears and adrenaline rushing through your veins. “...Twenty.”

“There is something stopping you, isn’t there?” 

next chapter -> any interactions are appreciated (´･ω･`) thank you very much for supporting my work! ♡

[uplatterme]

thinking about sagau!dottore (i hope im doing this au right 🙏)

—dottore gets really confused when it comes to you. he doesn’t know how you know so much about him or why you adore another one of his segments (webttore) when this is the first time he’s presented on screen.

—he doesn’t really know what to make of you.

—when he first appeared, he expected to hear you curse him. after all, he’s one of the few straight up evil characters the game has to offer. so when you scream, there’s a feeling of his pride rising in his chest. that is until he deciphers the tone of your voice as not fear, but excitement.

—“oh, he’s so silly.” you say. dottore wishes he could argue with you through the screen. him? are you illiterate? did you not read of what horrible things he has done?

—he says his lines, and he can hear you gushing over his words. taking pictures of him moving on screen, not wanting to forget this moment. he’s absolutely dumbfounded. did you perhaps think this was some kind of joke? when he’s literally manipulated the people of sumeru to do his bidding?

—once he’s played his part, he supposes you aren’t that bad. he would never admit to this, but he enjoyed how often you praised him and his work, no matter how unethical they were. or how you would go throughout sumeru, looking for traces of his past self, trying to uncover his life back in the akademiya with the scattered pieces of notes.

—since he’s a non-playable character. he doesn’t get to see you often. not that it mattered to him since you were just an overseer. every time you two did meet though, he’s faced with a horrible screech and your utter nonsense of adoring him.

—you meet once again when the story proceeds to tell of when he worked on an assignment in inazuma. although it was a remnant of his past, he remembers this part, the scene where he visibly kills someone.

—your reaction of this did not disappoint him in the least.

—it’s quite unfortunate he won’t get to meet you anytime soon. however, he’s not that worried. since you promised to get his signature weapon to its finest refinement and have him fully maxed out, using his abilities to its highest peak, no matter if you had to spend your way to get it.

[astravv]

【✰】 ➤ ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ — ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✰ — 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▸ i’m a stoner so and i want to make a fanfic for all my genshin stoners out there so if want more characters with this headcanon just request me cuz id be happy to do it :))

✰ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ▸ smoking weed, some cursing, overall some silliness, dottore has never smoked weed before

✰ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ▸ dottore x fem! reader

✰ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ dottore knows you like your weed, but he’s never been bothered to try it with you. until one day, you ask if he’d want to, since he’s been so stressed lately.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ 〙dottore has never smoked before, but he knows you do, but he doesn’t really care. he watches you while you smoke a joint or hit a bong, but he doesn’t participate. he thinks it’s a waste of time.

♡ 〙dottore had been super stressed out recently since all of the experiments he was working on kept failing. he would come to his room and constantly moan and groan about how he feels like he can’t do nothing right with it. which is extremely weird for him, since he’s usually not venting to you about all his troubles.

♡ 〙you pull out your bong from your shared closet and a bag of weed. you fill it up with some of it, giving dottore a small glance.

♡ 〙”smoke with me, maybe it’ll make you feel better.” you tell him. he’s hesitant, but he honestly doesn’t want to be up all night thinking about how he failed all the experiments he was working on, and he will have to start from square one.

♡ 〙”fine.” he groans, pushing himself to sit beside you on your guys shared bed and watching your every move. “is this even safe?”

♡ 〙”what do you care about safety?” you laugh. he gives you an eye roll in response.

♡ 〙”i have to show you how to do it,” you say, turning over so you’re facing the harbinger. he nods and looks you in the eye.

♡ 〙”i’m going to light it, then suck on it so i can pull the smoke up. after that, pull this dish out and suck all of the smoke you just pulled up out.” you explain. he looks a little lost, so you just laugh and shake your head, then proceed to show him a visual example.

♡ 〙once you show him the visual example, you hand it over to him. his breath hitches and gives you a glance then lights the weed and takes a big hit.

♡ 〙”dottore!” you yell out. he proceeds to throw his head to the side and start coughing his brains out. “not that much..”

♡ 〙”oh my god,” tears well up in his eyes from coughing it up so much.

♡ 〙”suck the rest of the smoke in.” you tell him, pointing at the smoke slowly rising out of the bong. he presses his lips back to it and sucks the rest of it out, handing the glassware back to you.

♡ 〙”you okay?” you laugh, giving him some hard pats on his back as he coughs loudly. he nods and gives you a thumbs up, still coughing harshly.

♡ 〙you both take turns taking more hits of it, until you look at dottore and he’s staring at the wall, like he’s in a trance.

♡ 〙you throw the rest of the burnt weed away, putting your bong up on the side table and sit in front of your boyfriend, who’s still completely messed up.

♡ 〙”are you okay?” you ask, staring at dottore who’s currently in another world right now. he gives you a nod that seems like he didn’t even hear what you just said.

♡ 〙you guys talk about random things, then he starts to get the giggles, really, really bad. he says his face is stuck in a permanent grin, and honestly it was hilarious to see.

♡ 〙then later, he tells you that he’s really hungry. so you and him walk out of your room and go downstairs to the harbingers shared kitchen and dig through the cabinets for anything you two can stuff your faces with.

♡ 〙pantalone walks in the kitchen, seeing you both absolutely shredding into a bag of chips, laughing and carrying on about some random shit that pantalone does not want to be apart of.

♡ 〙he shakes his head at you both and grabs a small snack out of the pantry and walks by you guys giving you both a judgy look. you look up and realize that he was looking at you both and you clear your throat.

♡ 〙pantalone mouths the words “is he high?” and points towards dottore who’s staring deeply into the bag of chips. you nod and laugh, which pantalone shakes his head and gives you a wave goodbye.

♡ 〙you’re hoping pantalone doesn’t go around and tell everyone that you got your mad scientist boyfriend high as fuck.

♡ 〙you pull dottore back into his room, and he flops onto his bed. you pull him up into bed and under the covers so he can go to bed, since he looked like he was gonna pass out any second. he looks at you and says something completely inaudible and falls asleep.

♡ 〙let’s just say this whole night was filled with lots of munching, the giggles, and some shushing from dottore as falls into your arms every five seconds. in the morning he tells you that he wants to do it again sometime. you nod and kiss his forehead. probably one of your favorite moments with him.

[catscidr]

YANDERE DOTTORE X READER JAHEKWHZBAKNA

happy to see most dottore enjoyers sharing the same braincell. even happier to provide that good good dottore content (〃ﾉωﾉ) answering two asks in the same post bc it would be too repetitive if i made them separate agshfjns- next post will feature either childe or al haitham (depending on which one i finish first) (giving everyone a break from dottore for a hot sec) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: yandere dottore (obvs), not quite proofread, dottore is named zandik in the mini-fic includes: gn!reader, dottore, his clones are kinda there, pierro and the tsaritsa are also mentionned. a handful of headcanons + a mini-fic wc: 1,8k

-ˋˏ Despite what most people might think, Dottore isn’t a sadistic man. He only hurts people if it’s necessary- if it helps with his research- and even then, it’s not like he enjoys inflicting pain, he enjoys the knowledge he gathers as a result of such experiments

-ˋˏ ...That doesn't apply with you though. He likes to see you squirm, to do things that make you react, whether positively or negatively. He’s that desperate and needy  

-ˋˏ He’s a man that doesn’t go out much because of his work. So how could you blame him for wanting your attention? 

-ˋˏ I think he’d be the type of yandere to just be incredibly obsessed with you. Always having someone checking in on you (his segments, of course) to report back to him so he knows what you’re doing at all times, probably the type to have an entire folder with your personal information in it as if you were one of his test subjects

-ˋˏ Not to mention he would be extremely manipulative, too. Dottore is the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing; a handsome face with dubious intentions. 

-ˋˏ He wants to have your attention 24/7, to never have you take your eyes off of him, but he can’t do that if he stays holed up in his lab. Unfortunately for him he's very clingy

-ˋˏ But Dottore is a patient man (he was able to create an artificial God y’know- that kind of thing doesn’t happen overnight), so he takes his time with you- getting to know you, having his segments stalk you (he’s not the one doing it, so it’s fine, right?) 

-ˋˏ You’re just like a frog in a pot boiling water. If you put it in the pot immediately, it’ll jump out as soon as it makes contact with the hot water; but if you put it in room temperature water and boil it slowly…  

-ˋˏ The Harbinger knows your “relationship” isn’t an experiment, but at the same time it’s hard to say that he isn’t studying you. Having a mask that obscures his wandering eyes is definitely an advantage  

-ˋˏ It doesn’t matter who you are, he would bend his schedule just for you. He’s that thoughtful! Since he’s practically his own boss (aside from various deadlines and meetings) he can do whatever he wants. Who’s going to tell him off? Pierro and the Tsaritsa don’t care how he achieves results as long as he gets results. So, expect to “accidentally” run into him more times than a regular person would  

-ˋˏ You’re a fatui agent? Suddenly one of his experiments requires him to watch how soldiers (you) fight and train. You’re just a normal civilian? He’ll figure out where you work and find excuses to come see you just to chat 

-ˋˏ It’s even better if you work a customer service job. You work at a cute coffee shop? What a coincidence, he loves coffee! Now he’s a regular and you know his order by heart. (I like to think he actually hates coffee but powers through the bitter taste and energetic aftermath just because it gives him an excuse to bond with you) 

-ˋˏ You work at a grocery store? That’s perfect, he’ll start doing his groceries at your store from now on (you don’t point out how every week his groceries- without fail- consist of mozzarella sticks, a whole rotisserie chicken, cheap red wine, a pack of cigarettes and a singular loaf of whole wheat bread.)  

-ˋˏ If you’re not in the fatui, chances are you don’t know who he is (he doesn’t go out much, after all) so it’s easier for him to play up the “good guy” role (wolf in sheep’s clothing from before nudgenudge). He’s a very smooth talker 

-ˋˏ Of course, you’ve heard rumors about “the Doctor”, one of the Tsaritsa’s Harbingers, a feared man all across Teyvat. So it’s a good thing that your new friend’s name is Zandik and he’s just a normal surgeon that works in a private hospital! Nothing suspicious, 'course not

-ˋˏ Both of you engage in small talk whenever you cross paths. He’ll ask questions about you (even though he already knows the answer to them), all so that you can feel seen and heard- who cares about him, about what he does? This is about you. He wants you to tell him everything 

-ˋˏ The kind of person to use the excuse that he had a Ph.D. for a lot of things. You whine that your shoulders have been sore for longer than usual? He’ll get up from his seat and get behind you, sliding a hand just under the collar of your shirt to press and prod at your muscles to check if there’s anything wrong (good thing you can’t see his expression from behind you), saying he "knows best" whenever the (your) human body is brought up

-ˋˏ His patience isn’t endless, however. If he sees that this isn’t going anywhere, that you seem to be keeping him at arm’s length despite your “connection”, he’ll just take things into his own hands. And even though he doesn’t really get off from causing pain, he’s not afraid to make you squirm either

It wasn’t unusual for you to grab a bite to eat with the Doctor occasionally. Working at a local coffee shop had its perks; one of them being how you could make drinks for free and eat snacks at a discounted price. Though you never needed to worry about money since your friend would always tip you handsomely, basically paying you for the snacks you brought to the table. 

Closing shop was easy enough when you had someone to keep you company while you swept the floor and wiped counters clean. He sat at one of the booths, cup of coffee in hand (you started making it decaf when you noticed his nose scrunch one time when he drank his usual order), watching you work idly. 

“Rough day?” you ask with a gentle smile, looking over where Zandik sat. Being quite some distance away from him you couldn’t catch the twitch of the corner of his lips as he sighed, bringing one hand up to rub his face beneath his pointy mask. 

“You could say that” he grumbles, laying his arms on the table, holding his cup of coffee with both hands. The man tilts his head to the side, focusing on you rather than his pesky thoughts. You put the broom away and saunter over to his booth, sitting across from him with a plate of various pastries in hand. 

“What’s on your mind? Maybe I could give some advice and help! Or you’ll feel better if you just... talk about it,” you chuckle softly, taking a sip of your own drink. Zandik’s gaze never leaves your form, his gaze burning the sight of your lips into his mind. 

If he told you even a smidge of what he was thinking you would, without fail, run and never look back. Even the tamest of things he’s thought about you would drive you away. From him fantasizing about how your skin would taste, to how your heart would look like in a jar on his desk when he worked... he shudders, swallowing down the urge to do something impulsive. Zandik takes a slow sip of his coffee, eyes flickering from your lips to your wide, innocent eyes. 

“Thank you for offering,” he begins slowly, “but that’s alright. I wouldn’t want you to worry about it,” he says smoothly, losing the tension in his shoulders to seem more approachable. With the first two buttons of his shirt undone, hair lightly tousled, and overcoat thrown over the back of the booth chair, he looked nothing like the deadly Harbinger he was. Looked like an overworked businessman at most. 

You puff your cheeks, disappointed that he wouldn’t open up to you. You’ve been doing it this whole time, and yet he won’t talk about what was bothering him to you? It made your heart flutter- he was so considerate- but at the same time you couldn’t shake the idea that maybe he was hiding something. Inhaling slowly, you calm your nerves, deciding that today would be the day you confront him. After all, a good friendship is built on trust, and you can’t stay good friends with someone that hides things from you. 

Oh, how naïve you are. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” you say gently, placing one hand on his. The feel of his rough hand beneath yours made you shudder, almost instinctively- are surgeons’ hands supposed to be this rugged? 

“I want to be there for you in the same way you’ve been here for me...” you add, voice trailing off as your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I think you’re nice to be around. Don’t I owe you for the number of times I’ve complained about customers to you?” you say, chuckling lightly at the memory. 

Zandik doesn’t react, not at first. His eyes fix your face with an underlying threat, gaze hidden by his mask. Although you can’t see his eyes, a shudder runs up your spine at the feeling of being watched so intently. Where have you felt this before... 

“You’re right,” he responds quietly, voice hoarse. “You owe me.” 

His words caught you off guard. Owe him? That was a joke! You were trying to lighten his spirits, to take his mind off whatever was troubling him for even just a second. How come you felt your nerves screaming at you to get up? 

His free hand covers the hand you had laid on his, the grip on your skin becoming firmer the longer you two sat there. Your heart rammed against your ribcage, ears ringing from the sudden wave of adrenaline washing over you. 

“You said you wanted to help me, right?” Zandik says in a sickly-sweet tone, leaning forward to stare at you, gaze unrelenting behind his mask. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you nod dumbly, staring back at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He grins in response. 

Did he always have teeth this sharp? 

“Then you won’t make my life harder than it already is by resisting, right?” he adds. You could hear how heavy his breathing had become in just a few seconds, how his hands had a death grip on your own. His cup of coffee was long forgotten; how could he possibly focus on something as useless as that when you were giving yourself to him? 

The snow pelleted the windows harshly, essentially trapping you inside the coffee shop with him. Even the weather outside couldn’t compare to how cold your blood ran in the face of the Doctor; maybe if you had listened to your gut earlier you wouldn’t currently be skewered in the jaws of the shark that had been circling you for months. 

[ikebo-simp]

Dottore's a very logical man, so he isn't the best at emotionally understanding why you feel anxious in public, he's definitely effective removing you from the situation

Of course, he isn't so much removing you, as he's scaring everyone away with a few simple words:

"Back off or you're all becoming my next experiment"

He'll pull you under his big fluffy jacket and put your head near his beating heart

"Ignore those fools and focus on me"

If you want to leave the event, he'll go with you

If he has to stay, his clone will escort you out

Dottore's a very logical man, if there's a problem, he'll solve it

A/N Blue man to help cheer up your blue mood

Thanks for Reading

[windwheeler-aster]

a rivalry for the ages

summary: you’ve been rivals with him for ages now, bickering back and forth with each other all the time. but it seems as though he thinks of your relationship as... something more, and it’s high time he told you about it.

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pairings (separate): arataki itto, childe, alhaitham, and dottore x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader is a rival of the character, and reader is not traveler

word count: 546 words per character (2 mins~)

genre: romance, rivals to lovers/more, confessions

format: headcanons and blurbs

warnings: bickering/competition, boss/employee relationship (dottore/childe x assitant!reader), kind of suggestive in dottore’s part, and open-ended endings

a/n: i wanna thank @dawndelion-winery for helping me come up with dottore’s part, as well as @cxlrosii for helping me pick out characters (luv you two sm <33) hope you guys enjoy this piece, have a good day!! B)

itto hated losing to you

he almost mimicked the same reaction his young opponents made when they lost agaisnt him

because it's not fair!

itto has been battling with beetles for years and you had beaten him just like that?? with little to no experience??

he's practically fuming as he calls for another rematch

but itto is also embarassed

because how is he going to shoot his shot with a hottie like you if he keeps losing??

You yelped in delight as your beetle pinned down Itto’s. The large oni chewed his lip with worry as he watched it struggle as you chanted and cheered. Normally, he’d have a gaggle of children—or at least his gang— to join in on your cheering. However, given the real reason why Itto dragged you out here, he made sure no one else tagged along for the battle. Not even his best wingmen, who thought up this idea for Itto’s “big lovey-dovey confession with all that mushy gushy stuff” as Kuki had called it, would be present.

“C’mon, just— yes! Yes, that’s it!” you cry out, becoming more animated as his beetle stills.

Itto nearly bites off his lip as he urges his beetle to keep fighting, “come on, man! There’s a lot riding on the line here!”

You looked up to him, your interest piqued now, “I thought we said this was just for—”

“Yes! Yes, that’s it lil guy!” He hollered as his beetle emerged from underneath yours, ready to turn the tides in its favor.

Until it inevitably gets pinned right back under yours, draining the little beetle of all its strength.

Crap, Itto thinks as he runs a hand through his white mane. Now I have’ta tell ‘em. 

“So,” you drew out, your lips breaking into an adorable grin, “what’s my prize?”

“What prize?”

You scrunched up your brow, adorably so, and Itto felt like he had the dumbest smile on his face. Cute, is all he can think of as you roll your eyes. 

“Uh, the ‘there’s a lot riding on the line’ prize?” you questioned, holding your hand out to him, expectantly. “C’mon, Itto. I didn’t peg you as a liar, so don’t—”

“It’s nothing,” he lied, practically hearing Kuki’s scolding for being a big chicken.

“Then can I make up my own?”

Itto shrugged, now truly and utterly defeated. Another chance missed.

“You have to tell me the truth,” Itto whipped his head back to you now, fear clutching onto his heart as you continued, “and I mean the truth, Itto.”

He nodded, trying to act as nonchalant as he could manage, “Shoot.”

“Do you… do you hate me?” you asked, in a voice so tentatively that it shocked him. 

“I hate losing to you,” Itto responded, “but I don’t think I could ever hate someone like you.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Itto snickered to himself, a sense of delirium taking over him as he uttered out his simple confession. 

“Because I like you, dummy.”

it wasn't unusual for most fatui recuits under child's leadership to find him... difficult to deal with

but for you, the eleventh harbinger was especially annoying

he managed to tease you constantly, smiling with glee whenever he managed to make you squirm or fluster

and you sensed that childe reveled in the pleasure whenever he started illogical arguments

he loved to see you groan and tell him to go away, too stumped to find a rebuttal to his nonsense

however, it does get to the point where you seriously considered requesting a position under another harbinger’s guidance

perhaps capitano would work... but then again, you worked better off the battle field

oh, but if only you knew that this daily annoyance was childe's way of expressing interest in you.

maybe if he works up the courage to one day to be blunt with you, you’ll get it

The door to your office cracked open, the sound of the doors’ hinges creaking making your headache worse. Your paperwork was already driving you up the wall. The last thing you needed was some company, even if it was someone you admired and respected like—

“Ah, comrade! I was wondering where you got to!” Tartaglia called, beaming with joy as he closed the door behind him. 

Someone like Childe was the last person I needed, you think as you massage your temple.

“Sir, now is not the time,” you grumbled, your handwriting becoming more loose than before as you tried to scribble down your findings. “I’m really busy and I cannot afford to be distracted, right now.”

He smirked, “Oh? You’re saying that I’d be nothing more than a distraction to your work? My, I never took you for such a flatterer—”

“That wasn’t even flattery!” You nearly shouted, raking your hands down your face. 

“Sure it wasn’t.”

“Just go away, sir,” you murmured, defeated. “Whatever you needed to deliver me can be placed on my desk.”

He frowned, but he did comply. 

Childe placed a small bouquet of flowers on your desk, your name written neatly on a small card attached to it. He also set down an envelope, your name printed on its front with some lopsided but charming hearts. With a brief glance, you could tell that the handwriting on the envelope matched the small card on the bouquet. 

“Are… are these for me?” you asked. “You’re sure there isn’t some other—”

“Of course they are!” He replied. “I know you’ve been having an influx of paperwork, so I thought the least I could do was this.”

“Oh,” You tentatively grabbed the bouquet and tilted the flowers to your face. “These are… surprisingly nice. Thank you, sir. It’s kind of you to be looking out for me, not many employers do.”

Childe raised a brow, a nervous chuckle escaped his thin yet perfect lips, “As… as your employer?”

“Yeah. Why else would you give these to me?” you asked, now looking at the envelope. As you gazed at the lopsided hearts decorating your name, a thought occurred to you. Was this one of his pranks? A way to provoke me and get in a fight with him?

“Well, maybe because I like you?”

some would think that a little competition between coworkers would be harmless

however, the competition between alhaitham and you parallels no other

and you two bicker and argue more often than alhaitham and kaveh do!

truly, it’s unbelievable that you two can’t even agree on something

but there’s something even more unbelievable about it all!

which is the fact that alhaitham managed to catch feelings for you in the midst of all your arguments

which, after a lot of self evaluation and questioning, led alhaitham to try and plan a confession to you

but all of that seems to go out the window once alhaitham actually tries to sit down and talk 

so it seems he’ll need to go “off script” to get you to listen

Alhaitham watched as you pulled books from the shelves, tucking them under your arm as you muttered to yourself. He smirked and crossed his arms as he looked at you, hearing your incoherent ramblings much to his delight. Adorable, Alhaitham thought to himself as you sighed and fixed your appearance. Who knew being a scholar could be so draining?

When you turned around, Alhaitham’s smirk widened when you startled. Although, you did not seem to feel the same way. Instead, you began to glower at him as you shifted the books in your arms. 

Time to turn on the charm, he thinks as he adjusts his gray hair.

“What are you doing here?” you sneered, causing Alhaitham to chuckle.

“Oh, is that really how you want to greet me, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning closer to you. “It’s pretty cold, don’t you think?”

“E-excuse me?”

Alhiatham’s cheeks warm as he begins the next part of his plan, mostly composed by Kaveh. Who looked a bit too giddy writing it, now that Alhaitham thought about it. “Do you want me to take those books for you?”

You narrowed your eyes, now clutching the books with a new passion. “So you can steal my research for my thesis paper? Again?”

“What?” Alhaitham furrowed his brow, dropping the charm instantly. “I told you that wasn’t what I was doing—”

“Oh, but you just so happened to need the same books as I did?”

“Our thesis papers covered the same topic, we were bound to—”

“Sure. If that’s true then—”

“Look, if anything, you should be flattered that we chose the same topics and sources,” Alhaitham interrupted, massaging his temple now. “What do they say? ‘Great minds think alike’?”

“‘Though fools seldom differ,’” you finish, shocking Alhaitham. Not many knew the entire quote, and he dared not say it but Alhaitham’s adoration for you seems to have doubled— no, tripled.

If you weren’t careful, you’d make this scribe fall even deeper in love with you. Your appearance had already intrigued him and your intelligence left him speechless at times. He loved your bickering sessions, how you teased him with that cocky smile. And, although he’d never admit it, Alhaitham got some sort of thrill— no, pleasure when he saw how angry you could get at him. 

All of it made the renowned scribe blush at times, thinking of how unintelligent Alhaitham came across each time you flustered him.

Especially at a time like now, where we stood there with a stupid blush and an even stupider expression on his face; love.

“Hello? Teyvat to Alhaitham?” you questioned, waving a hand in front of his face. “You just kind of spaced out there, did my rebuttal really shock you that—”

“You have no idea how much I like you, do you?” Alhaitham replied.

dottore looks down on everyone, no matter what

from assistants to fellow harbingers, he thought he was above them

and it certainty didn’t help that no one argued otherwise

and you took issue with that, of course

so, you, his newest assistant, challenged the doctor’s intellect

oh... dottore likes you

it’s not everyday that he has someone challenge him

especially with such fiery passion in your eyes, causing his smirk to widen and his heart to swell

although, he’s afraid that you’re completely missing the fact that he adores you

and maybe dottore is taking his teasing to far...

so... maybe it’s time to finally let you know how he really feels

The Doctor and you patrolled the hallways, his oversized coat dragging behind him like a cape. You rolled your eyes at the act, envy gripping onto you as you held yourself. Even if Dottore looked ridiculous with that large coat, at least he was warm. I always forget how cold Sneznahya’s winters can be, you think bitterly as you begin to rub your hands together.

Dottore looked at you curiously, causing you to let out an impatient, “What?”

“What are you doing?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m warming myself up,” you murmured. When he remained silent, you looked over, “did they not teach you that? In the Akademiya, I mean.”

“They didn’t teach me much to begin with,” Dottore’s lips flattened into a firm line, and you chastised yourself for looking so intently at them. “But I do know that your method isn’t the best way to warm someone up.”

Your cheeks were set ablaze as you detected—or maybe mistakened— a flirty tone in his voice. Is he saying implying what I think he’s saying? Does… does he really want to... here, of all places, too, oh my—

“Like taking my coat,” Dottore clarified as he began to unbutton his. But then he paused and looked at you, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. “Unless you had something else in mind, my dear assistant?”

You felt the rest of your face burn as your jaw dropped. Then you remembered the small shred of dignity you did have, and tried to close your mouth before you could look like an even bigger fool.

“I— I wasn’t—”

“Oh, sure you weren’t, dear,” Dottore said, a devilish smile turning his words sugary sweet, “just like how you aren’t flustered at the idea, hm?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled as he set the coat over your shoulders, although Dottore didn’t need to anymore. Now that he leaned so close to your face, your entire body felt uncomfortably warm. And it seemed that Dottore knew that, too.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you murmured as he began to button the coat for you. “Do… Do you enjoy toying with people’s feelings?”

Dottore stopped, and tilted his head to look at you. He titled his head to the side, looking at you as though you were an unpredicted result from an experiment.

“I would never toy with your feelings,” Dottore said. “But I do like flustering you, dear.”

“Flustering… what? Why?”

“Did I not make it obvious enough?” he chuckled darkly.

He smiled and leaned in closer than before, his lips now ghosting the shell of your ear. 

“It’s because I like you, dear.”

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[silvery-orchid]

The funniest dynamic in my mind belongs to Dottore with a darling who absolutely hates doctors but he didn't manage to get you yet.

He tries to manipulate you by giving you expert medical advice? Saying he knows best? You throw an apple at him. Of course. But then you taunt him saying hes not a real doctor anyways but you keep apples and apple flavored things everywhere.

And when the tsaritsa actually requires you to go on like checkups?? You demand 5 other people to be in the room that you trust and dottore has to take the anesthesia swab they use for kids at the dentist just to check your teeth. And then he has to give you bandaids with flowers and cats on them after drawing your blood.

And he gives you a lolipop but you throw it against the wall and leave. And he is just like,,, furrowed eyebrows but admiration sighs and longing and everyone else is just like ??!??¿

[angelltheninth]

I just love genshin and I was wondering can you do a dottore with a pregnant reader woman it would be awesome to fulfill my dreams I love the stories you do.

Well then I'm here to make your dreams come true.

Pairing: Dottore x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, pregnancy, morning sickness, massage, protective!Dottore

A/N: The least domestic of all Genshin men but I will make him domestic in this.

Well he might be using it for mostly messed up reasons but he is a doctor, of course he knows the early signs of pregnancy when he sees them

If he didn't want this with you he would have taken measures against it but he didn't so you can rest assured that he is ready to be with you every step of the way

Still has his sadistic tendencies when you're making love but they are very toned down during your pregnancy, which ends up making you even more receptive of them afterwards

Not good at babytalk, so do not ask him to do that

He will however gladly caress the baby bump once its noticeable and will kiss your pregnant belly

No need for doctor appointments, there's a doctor already in the house, anything you might need just ask

Cuts back on a few experiments to have more time to devote to taking care of you

Hates shopping to babyproof the home but knows he has to

Very protective of you when you start showing, so much so that he doesn't let a single person touch you, anyone who tries to might lose an arm, not a hand, an arm

Loves to stay up with you and come up with a list of names, he's secretly been coming up with them since you started trying for a baby