#dottore imagines

[angelltheninth]

I'd like for you to consider genshin men fucking you until you pass out I feel like Dottore, Kaeya, Diluc, and Zhongli really embody this but if you have ideas for others I'd love to see those as well

I think a lot of you have the same tastes in these things because I've seen an ask much like this several times.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Dottore, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, rough sex, degradation, somnophilia, aftercare, fucking Reader back into consciousness, dub-con

A/N: Dottore really unlocks the words in me. Don't stop him, I like it.

Kaeya is pretty damn smug about it. He knew he was good but that good? Oh he will gloat about it when you wake up for sure. Until then he takes his time admiring how pretty you look, how calm you are even when you still have his cock balls deep in your cunt.

You wake up to see his overly smug face staring down at you, his head in his palm, other hand over your stomach and his dick still very hard. Can you go for another round? That was really hot and he'd like to see if he can do it again. Now that he's had his ego bolstered he's not letting this go until he can make you pass out again. Or you make him pass out, now there's a challenge. Or ideally you both pass out in each others arms and his cock stays inside of you all night long.

Diluc is a little worried at first. He thought he pushed you too far, too fast, that maybe he should have stopped earlier. He holds almost perfectly still, only moving to pamper kisses across your cheek, cooing softly for you to have a nice sleep.

He makes sure you're comfortable and warm before he leaves the bed, stretching and looking back at you one last time before hopping into the bathroom. When he's got a hot bath going he wakes you up, once again apologizing for pushing you too far but he'll make it up to you with a bubble bath. At least he thought so. Once you're in the bathtub you straddle him and slide right back down on his dick, you make have passed out but he has yet to finish, you don't want to leave him rock hard like that.

Dottore pauses only for a moment, not sure why you suddenly stopped letting out those pretty moans. When he sees you passed out a wicked grin spreads across his face. If you thought he's stopping just because you can't keep up you're dead wrong.

He grabs your ass and holds you up, fucking his cock into your wet pussy even faster then before. Even in that state your pussy can't help but clench around his cock, it's amazing, you're a whore even when you're unconscious, you're still begging for it. Right now you're no different then a fuckdoll, there only for his pleasure and nothing else. He groans loudly, back arching along with yours as he empties all that he has into your needy hole, the force of it bringing you back into consciousness, still riding his cock despite how sensitive you are.

Zhongli stops the moment you go limp. He gets really scared that he hurt you some how. It's only your content breathing that reassures him that you're alright. Good, he can relax then, even though he'd much rather be looking into your eyes right now.

What do you expect when he's still coming, his hips jolting with him not being able to hold back. A darker part of him might enjoy taking you like this, but he would much rather you witness every thrust, every stroke, feel everything. He pulls out slowly, not wanting you to wake up if you're tired. But its precisely him pulling out what wakes you up. Lazily and sluggishly you're barely able to wrap your legs around him and pull him back, letting out a sigh of relief when his cock is inside you once more.

[scaranation]

hi hi !! could you write an ANGST with Dottore and Zhongli where we break up with them? maybe in dottore we break up because we can't bear(?) his experiments anymore and in Zhongli one we feel not enough/that he loves someone else (maybe Guizhong?)

Gn reader or Fem!reader(if u write for fem. sorry if u do not,i couldnt find rules and im really really sorry ! :( ... )

p.s will there be To love another 3rd part? it's my fav fanfic ever !!

love your work ♡♡

hihihi i know this is like super late but this prompt is literally so good 😭 also im thinking of writing another part to that fic, but i just dont know where to take it so ive been procrastinating haha

dottore’s part is kinda ooc bcs let’s be real if he’s that whipped for reader he wouldn’t let them break up with him, but im going to pretend that he’s not as much of a red flag as he actually is 🤭🤭

༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅

Pairing: Dottore x GN!reader, Zhongli x GN!reader (separate)

Content: Angst, no comfort. Mentions of canon typical violence, assumed past Guizhong x Zhongli

DOTTORE

“It seems my beloved has finally thought to visit me.”

You cringed from the overpowering metallic scent as you stepped into your boyfriend’s laboratory, trying hard not to look at the borderline gruesome sights on the clinical beds.

Dottore cleaned the blood off a bone saw he was holding, setting the instrument down carefully before walking towards you - eyes lit up, but holding a gleam different to the maniacal one he usually possessed.

“How was your day, my love?” His voice was humorous. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming lightly while opening the door for you.

“It was fine.” You sighed as you felt the weight of Dottore’s harbinger coat settle across your shoulders, registering the touch of his hand as he pulled you into him and away from the Snezhnayan cold.

“Has that coworker of yours still been bothering you?”

“… Don’t try pretending.”

“Whatever could you be talking about?” The Doctor’s grip on you tightened.

“I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, even if they annoyed me to that extent.” You sighed, finally tilting your head to stare into the planes of your lover’s mask.

“Oh, they’re not dead. Rather, they’ve been subject to some biological modifications of an experimental kind - would you like to see?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I’m hungry, don’t make me lose my appetite.”

“Good thing I have a nice place booked for dinner, my love.”

His compliance was almost uncanny.

-

Normal couples gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes over meat and wine, fingers fondly interlaced over the dining table. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to return Dottore’s adoring scarlet gaze, and his hold on your hand felt more like a death trap.

“Is the food to your liking?” He asked. He hadn’t touched any of the vegetables on his plate, only biting into the steak.

“Yes. You should eat greens, too.” You commented.

“Mm. Why don’t you feed me, then?” Dottore only tilted his head, smiling eagerly. Recently, a fear of you being turned into one of the harbinger’s countless experiments had taken hold, and it was this same fear that drove you to play right how he wanted. And so, lifting your fork, you fed him with all the patience you could muster - staring into those deep red eyes, feeling like nothing more than prey. Those eyes would’ve been the last thing many others had seen before their death, the end of their lives marked by that sadistic grin. You almost shuddered at the thought.

Normal couples slept under starry nights reflected in their star crossed hearts as they cuddled close under soft sheets. Normality was such a strange concept, you decided. Despite the fact that you were doing just what normal couples should, the situation was still absurd. However, your fear of becoming another one of the harbinger’s lab rats wasn’t unfounded. You mulled over this fact, almost snorting at the juxtaposition. Here you were - wondering if the man who cradled you in his arms would strap you down to a table in the name of research.

“My love, are you still awake?” You felt Dottore’s breath ghost over your neck, his face pressing into your nape. With a rustle, he readjusted the blanket over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

“Nightmares, perhaps? I have a pill you can use for those.”

“No, just… thinking.” You squirmed in Dottore’s hold. His comment only reignited your spiralling train of thought, pushing you further to the point of resolve.

If he could kill his clones - literal versions of himself - then what would stop him from doing the same to you? Even if you remained alive, would you have to continue to tolerate being exposed to such grotesque horrors?

It was simply better to break things off, before you no longer had the option to.

Breakfast.

The first meal of the day, and the last meal you’d share with your boyfriend.

“Dottore.”

“Yes?” The Doctor’s head jerked up immediately from where he was chewing. You could feel the undivided weight of all his attention sinking into you, and for a moment, you faltered. He was notorious for paying little mind to anyone else, and yet, he treated you with the utmost attentiveness. You steeled your resolve.

“I think… we should break up.”

Silence. Then, the grating scrape of cutlery against crockery.

“Why.”

Not a question, more of a demand. You gulped.

“Do you want me to be honest with you?”

“Yes. Is it something I did?”

“I can’t bear your experiments anymore, Dottore. They’ve gone too far, and I don’t think I can stomach living normally with you as if I don’t know the kind of things you do. Even worse, every day I’m wary that I might be your next test subject - whenever I walk into your lab, I wonder when I’ll be the one under your needles. It’s exhausting.”

Another beat of silence. You could see Dottore’s chest rising and falling at an increasingly fast pace, his jaw tensing.

“I would never, ever do that to you. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that, and as for your prior reason… I can arrange for you to come to the lab less often…”

“So you’re just going to cover my eyes and act like you’re not doing anything with those experiments? I just can’t be ignorant here, nor can I trust you. If you can get rid of your clones so easily, then what am I? What value do I hold-“

“Those creations do not even compare to you.” Dottore finally snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. You flinched, and he felt as though his lung capacity had been halved. His head spun in tandem with the rapid tightening of his heart, his mouth twisting into a scowl.

It hurt Dottore, realising that you didn’t trust him. That all those fond, intimate memories together were just you acting out of fear - or at least, the most recent ones were. It hurt, beyond anything Dottore thought he could inflict on his patients. And even worse, you were frightened of him. The light shaking of your shoulders and the way you flinched were enough indication.

The Doctor enjoyed seeing his victims become terrified, but that same terror on you almost made him feel like he’d been the one stabbed with a scalpel. Foolishly, he’d fallen victim to his own maniacal research tendencies.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant to say… that you can trust me.” Dottore raised his hand towards you to cup your cheek, wincing when you avoided the action.

“I tried to, I really did. But I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“My love, please.”

The second harbinger was begging. What a strange sight.

“Let me go, Dottore.” You murmured shakily. You saw hesitation, hurt, and anger flit through those vermilion eyes you’d used to love. But that love you held for him had only smouldered into disgust and fear.

“… Then go. Get out of my sight.” Dottore hissed, his teeth clenching at the wary expression on your face.

It was painful, how you walked out without a second glance.

“My love…” Dottore whispered. He stared at the closed door, almost expecting you to return. He repeated the phrase, over and over to himself - his face contorting into an expression he himself couldn’t name. Was there truly an emotion as human as this? It was a twisted, unimaginable feeling the Doctor couldn’t categorise. The syllables came off his quivering lips, as though by uttering them he could make you come back.

But the truth was, your not-so-normal relationship was over. Perhaps, Dottore would return to the normality of his heartless experiments, and you’d return to the normality of a better fate than one you’d endure by his side.

He only regretted not being able to hold you more.

ZHONGLI

There were only two letters between you and your lover, but those two letters seemed to stretch wider every day - ‘I’, and ‘M’. The seemingly infinite synapse between mere ‘mortal’, and ‘immortal’.

Zhongli was undeniably a mortal vessel, but he as a being was not. He’d lived eons before you, loved and hated thousands. He’d experienced things you couldn’t even fathom, and yet, you couldn’t comprehend how he treated you as though your fleeting existence was the centre of his much larger world.

Whenever you looked into Zhongli’s amber eyes, heard his deep laugh, or felt his gentle caress, you could only feel insignificant. After all, he used to be a literal god. You couldn’t help the guilt that gnawed at your conscience, couldn’t stamp out the incessant feeling that he was too good for you, that you couldn’t compare to whatever lovers he’d had in the past.

“How’s the tea, darling?” Zhongli prompted. He sat with his back to the window, basking in an almost ethereal glow.

“Ah, I have yet to try it.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts to raise the cup in front of you. Zhongli only smiled warmly, but the gesture made your hand shake a little. You’d planned to break up with him today, and yet the way he still stared lovingly at you - full of infinite trust - made you feel terrible.

But how many others had he also treated this way? In his life, those others were probably far more special than you, possessing talents far more worthy of a god’s attention.

Suddenly, a shattering sound pierced your ears, and a scalding warmth set into your thigh. You looked down in a daze, before snapping out of it upon realising that you’d dropped the teacup.

“Are you okay?” Zhongli was at your side in an instant, mopping up the spilled tea and collecting the broken fragments of the cup.

“Yeah.” You gritted your teeth again. How dare someone as insignificant as you make Rex Lapis get down on his knees to clean the mess you’d made. It simply made you feel as though you didn’t deserve such a wonderful man at all.

“You’ve been distracted lately. Is there anything I should know about?” Zhongli asked slowly.

“No. Well, yes.” You stammered. You hadn’t planned this out very well, and your heart squeezed tighter.

“Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, darling.”

A warm hand came to rest against your cheek. You closed your eyes, feeling tears build and slip down your face.

Zhongli wiped at your tears, holding your hands in your lap as he looked up at you worriedly - his thumbs tracing comforting circles on your knuckles. He thought of saying something, before deciding against it. He knew it was better to let you speak first.

“Let’s break up.” You blurted, feeling Zhongli’s fingers come to a complete stop.

“We can work through this, tell me why first. Has something been upsetting you?”

Your tears fell harder. He still showed you so much kindness, never jumping to any conclusions.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, it makes me feel guilty that someone like me can have you.” You sobbed.

“Darling, you know it makes me happy to just spend time with you. That in itself is fair exchange, no?”

“But what makes that so special? You’ve lived for so long, you could’ve done this with anyone else, and you probably have. Who am I in comparison to someone like Guizhong?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still see Zhongli’s form kneeled by your side. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.

“You and her are both special, in your own way. Why don’t you calm down a little first? I can pour you some more tea.”

“I’m so selfish, Zhongli. I really don’t think I can stay with you.”

“Do you really want to leave that badly?”

Your heart twisted. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace, his soft understanding gaze. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“… Yes.”

“Very well then. You know I won’t stop you, because I just want what’s best for you.”

The light grip on your hands released, and as you stood up everything seemed to spin.

“Thank you… for everything.” You murmured, stealing one last glance at the man you loved - before leaving.

Zhongli remained where he was for some time. In his life, many things came to an end, but this hurt a little more. When Guizhong had left him, it was due to her passing - the youthful Rex Lapis had found someone to blame, to ventilate his grief. But the most crude fact in this situation was that you were still alive, and had chosen to leave him of your own volition. Zhongli himself had made this happen.

However, an archon’s most prized trait was impartiality. Therefore, Zhongli knew that he had to maintain indifference. He refused to let himself chase after you, or force you into anything. It was only unfair, if an immortal were to impose such a fate onto a mortal.

And so, he could only watch as you faded from his life, like the cyclic ebb of waves on an ocean shore.

[selenescribes]

Dottore Imagines.*⁠♡

- take this as a merry christmas from me !! <333

Imagine if Dottore didn't have to get rid of his segments.

Imagine if you were in Genshin Impact and Dottore was your lover (how? we don't ask that question here).

Imagine how he would indulge and ravish you every night spoil you with the stuff you want wherever it may be in teyvat.

Imagine spending time with him and his clones how they would pass share you with each and every one of them in your daily lives and in bed.

All the sweet moments, cuddling, experimenting, genocide, mind-blowing sex etc.

Imagine~

[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

[honeydazai]

Il Dottore -> aphrodisiacs

content: nsfw, drugging, power imbalance, riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, you're his lab rat <3 reblogs & comments appreciated!

~0,7k words | kinktober masterlist

Life as a fairly new Fatui recruit wasn't easy.

Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't the ridiculously difficult training or the harsh Snezhnayan temperatures that gnawed at your resolve most, but the attention of one particular Harbinger that was on you almost constantly.

Dottore, it seemed, had taken a liking to you, and there was absolutely nothing you were able to do about it.

His sheer presence made you feel on edge, his deep voice causing a shiver to shoot up your spine whenever his warm breath grazed your ear — though you would have been a liar had you said you didn't enjoy it to a certain extent.

That, however, was your biggest mistake; you had gotten too used to him and his shenanigans, had let your guard down with the thought that you knew him well by now.

It was why you hadn't even thought to protest when a syringe, filled with some glowing liquid, had been pushed into one of your veins, though you now knew better.

It had been a mistake, a situation in which you had failed to be cautious.

Now you were suffering the consequences of your naivety.

“You're panting quite a bit”, Dottore commented, his tone entirely even as if you weren't currently bouncing up and down on his dick. “How are you feeling? Talk to me, darling.” A chuckle. “There's hardly any need to be shy right now.”

Your shyness was not the issue right now; the aphrodisiac coursing through your body was making it hard to form a coherent thought, yet alone to word an explanation about what you were feeling.

You had no idea, honestly; everything was terribly overwhelming, and even though you had already cum twice, you were still riding Dottore with sheer endless desperation, your need for more pleasure never quelling.

Sweat dripped down your neck, down the swell of your tits and, Archons, had it always been this hot in his lab?

Suddenly, a sharp pain caused you to flinch as Dottore meanly pinched one of your nipples between his fingers; you clenched around his dick on instinct, the action accompanied by a lewd squelching noise.

“When I ask you a question, sweetheart, I expect a response.” Smooth leather dragged over your skin as his thumb circled around your pebbled nipple, making you mewl. “How are you feeling?”

Your mind felt hazy; your thoughts entirely muddled. You were barely able to focus on anything but the way your thighs trembled in exhaustion as you continued to lift yourself up before dropping back down onto his dick, the fat tip nudging against what you swore was your cervix as you did so.

“Hot”, you eventually choked out, your voice shaking just as badly as your body did. “So hot—, wanna cum, sir, please.”

Dottore merely hummed in response. He tilted his head to the side, strands of blue hair spilling over his cheeks while he wrote your, arguably lackluster, description down on a notepad. Then, his lips curled into a smirk. “You want to cum? Again? You're quite selfish, love.”

“Sir, please—” Your sight blurred with tears, though you didn't even dare hope for any pity.

If you had learned one thing in the meantime of working underneath him, then that Dottore enjoyed seeing you cry.

“Seriously, didn't you already cum twice? Why don't you focus on pleasuring me first? You don't want me to think of you as greedy, or do you?” Dottore snickered as he reached down, his gloved finger only so much as feathering over your aching clit, and yet you came almost immediately with a high-pitched keen.

Your back arched as tears spilled over your tears, your cunt clenching down hard around his dick and, Archons, you really weren't sure just how much more of this you were able to take. You already felt like you were close to passing out; you all but collapsed against his chest a moment later, your muscles having turned into jelly.

“Heightened sensitivity”, he observed, a teasing lilt to his voice. “As well as enhanced stamina, or so I'd believe. Perhaps you're just a slut, hm? A whore who likes to fuck herself stupid on my cock. That's adorably pathetic.”

“Sir”, you whined in response, though, before you were able to continue, Dottore clicked his tongue at you.

“Did I say you were allowed to stop? Come on, now. I still haven't finished.” The corners of his mouth twitched into a grin. His next words made pure dread spread through you; “Though, if you're not motivated anymore, I guess I still have some more doses of that aphrodisiac left.”

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[suguru-getos]

genshin men x favorite sex positions:

characters included: ayato, itto, dottore, pantalone, childe.

ayato: he loves to see your legs straddled as you face him, eyebrows scrunched up as his fat cock plunges against your sopping wet cunt, loves how your tits bounce when he whispers and demands you to try harder. “i don’t think we both are getting a release at that pace, my love,” loves pinching your nipples between his index finger and thumb, loving how you whimper and clench around him even more at that. “god— you are so needy, i love every second of it. do you ache for me that much, darling?” when he sees you are getting slightly exhausted, leaning your forehead against his shoulder; he switches positions slightly, holding your thighs up with just his palm, and railing you over and over until he finds your sweet spot, until he makes you tip off the edge, sobbing with pleasure.

itto: mmm, this man screams full nelson. he is big and buff, his long fingers wrap around your plush thighs perfectly, nails making just the right amount of indents as he thrusts inside your weeping hole, smirking at how your moans turn into screams. “gosh~ aww! you are soo little, just too fit (thrust) of a fuck hole (thrust) for me,” he loves how messed up, how surrendering it is for you. you can’t do anything except take it, like his champ! “fuuck~ look atcha~ milkin’ me like that, makin’ a run for my mora eh lil slut?” you whine and let your walls wrap around his cock, choking his veinny member until he groans out. “agh- fuck- god~ y’ wanna cum sweetheart? y’ wanna cum my lil babygirl? go ahead, make a mess over the one and oni, and i’ll fill you up until you can’t take it, kay? that’s a promise. you know i’m not the one to half-ass things babe? ;)”

dottore: listen. idk why 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i just feel like he loves to see you fuck yourself with a dildo just as his size while he is working. the sight of you naked, whimpering and moaning as it vibrates against you and kneeling down as the machine fucks you just right? idk -,-‘ just fits right. “sshh~ need to concentrate,” he smirks while putting the setting higher, watching your mouth agape at the feeling as you cup your mouth with your hands, trying your best to be obedient for him. “please- sir, i- wanna-” you whine, getting close to the edge again and watching the movements disappear. “no, don’t be filthy enough to cum with just anything, patience and i’ll reward you, got it?” and he does, with his own member shoved snug between your folds. ;)

pantalone: loves the cutesy and adorbs 🥰 position of the bench press :3 he loves shoving your legs up, locked beneath his arms as his cock hits all the right spots for you. “my god, angel. you sound breathtaking. come on, moan for me more, feel free to scream my name, okay? you are owned by the richest harbinger in snezhnaya. so put on a show for me darling,” he kisses your already sore nipples. (he likes to gently tug at em with his teeth okay?). he ensures you feel him deep, cockwarming you after making you cum and filling you up with his. he likes none of it to escape. “don’t you dare, let any of it go to waste. you got it sweetheart?” he gently; yet somehow intimidatingly cooes. you nod with a soft smile, blissful exhaustion all over your face as you hug him and cuddle him all night xx

childe: mirror sex, mirror fucking sex with doggy style. he loves to make you watch yourself, as your breasts jiggle with every thrust, just in front of the mirror. “god, you like that don’t you? like watching yourself? mm? why won’t you— you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, girlie,” he cooes, spanking your ass and tugging your hair. “look at that expression, you little painslut, do you like it that much huh?” his other, gloved hand is eager to stimulate your sensitive, swollen clit. (his fingeyz are LONG ok?) “mmngh~ childe- please! wan-” you are reduced to incoherent babbles, tears welling up your eyes from feeling oh so good. “go ahead lovely, go ahead my princess, come all over me,”

[i9eto]

This can be sfw or nsfw but enemies to lovers Dottore?

fatui doctor

i wrote this at the crack of dawn like it’s literally 5:44 am right now UMMM also idk if this is good cuz it doesn’t really feel like enemies to lovers 😔😔 but dottore is hot so i enjoyed writing this

warning(s): nsfw (minors DNI), dottore x fem!reader, dom dottore, spitting, degrading (he calls you a slut and a whore), pet names (darling, love, good girl (i think)), slight choking, overstimulation, slight size kink, slight pain kink, i think there’s some power play(?), dottore being himself <3

masterlist | part two

you weren’t quite sure how you were put in this situation. one moment you were stressing out about your mission of capturing a certain fatui doctor that you have little to no information about to a stranger who was nice enough to listen to you ramble, and the next you were in your house — in your room — about to hook up with the very same stranger that you just met.

you had met him at the bar you were in as you were trying to drink all your stress away. he called himself dottore, and was fairly interested in what you had to say; engaging in your ramblings, asking about your well-being, even suggesting that you should take a break from work, and in your stressed out state, you found him to be charming.

sure, you weren’t actually planning on sleeping with him, but one thing can lead to another, and you weren’t actually complaining about it, it wasn’t like dottore was unattractive — oh he was far from being unattractive. plus, it’s not like you couldn’t fend for yourself if he turns out to be dangerous. you were strong enough to be put on a mission to catch a fatui harbinger, after all.

he had you pressed against the wall, your back leaning against him as you felt his hot breath fanning against your exposed skin. you were trying your best to stop yourself from whining at the slight feeling of his knee pressing against your cunt. you wanted more, but you were also too embarrassed to show how needy you were.

dottore’s lips ghosted on your neck, and slowly to your jaw. you could practically feel him smirking as he glanced at your slight flushed face from either the alcohol, or from this entire situation that the both of you were in. “you’re very shameless, love,” his voice was nothing above a whisper, “inviting me to your house like this when you barely even know me.” he continued, his smile growing wider.

you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, desperately trying to look at him as he spoke to you. “for you to do this, oh i can only imagine just how pent up you are down there,” he roughly grinded his knee against your clothed cunt, letting a moan out of you. he almost chuckled at your behaviour, amused with how compliant you were.

he brought one hand to your head to slowly caress your hair from behind, “you let out the sweetest sound, y/n, i wonder what else can that pretty mouth of yours do,” he said, his words made your face heat up with want and desperation. the hand that was gently caressing your hair made its way to your chin, tilting your face so you would properly look into dottore’s eyes.

his pupils were slightly dilated, but you didn’t have much time to study his features, his lips already pressing against yours. the kiss was sloppy and desperate, you genuinely just wanted to feel more of him — meanwhile dottore? he was more than happy to give you more.

he slid his tongue into your mouth, his tongue felt hot against yours, making you slightly whine against him. you felt him chuckle to the vibration it produced, his hot breath once again brushing against your lips. you stretched out your hand as you tried to hold him in any way possible given the position he had placed you in.

“please,” you pulled away, panting and still trying to hold him, but he seemed to like seeing you struggle, smiling at you. one of his hands grabbed yours, pushing it to the wall, pressing your palm against the wall — but still holding it, “please? please what?” he asked, his eyes once again staring into yours, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, your gaze immediately dropping to somewhere else. “i need you to give me more, please,” you said it so meekly, it was enough to make dottore’s cock hard, he loved just how submissive you were. he hummed lowly, grinding his cock against your ass, “you look so helpless, it’s hot.” he whispered, his tongue licking the top of your ear, earning a gasp from you.

“tell me, y/n,” he paused, his hands roaming down your body to slide your dress off of you, the piece of clothing immediately pooling around your feet. “this doctor you’re trying to catch — did he made your life hard?” he asked, his voice had a hint of worry in it, but you didn’t know that he was just faking it. he couldn’t believe it himself — him making your life hard was just so attractive to him, he was even getting turned on from the fact alone. it felt like he had control over your life in some way. but of course, you didn’t have to know that.

you nodded your head, “yes,” you replied, although you were unsure why he was even bringing up the topic. his gloved hands gently caressed the sides of your waist, before slowly turning you around to face him, your body completely bare in front of him. he couldn’t help it, he wanted to study your body in more detail, he couldn't just turn the opportunity down. “you’re beautiful.” he smiled again, you felt your cheeks heating up again but you were unsure how to respond.

you grabbed onto his dress shirt to pull him closer to you, this time to kiss him properly. dottore gladly obliged, one hand holding you by the small of your back while he tries his best to get himself undressed with the other hand. his lips were cold, but soft against yours.

once he was done undressing himself, his free hand slowly slid up from your thigh, and to your cunt, he wasn’t even slightly surprised to feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers. “i can only imagine the pent up frustrations you’re having, darling,” he teased, he watched you break eye contact and once again, he found himself enjoying just how meek, and incredibly submissive you’ve become, he didn’t even have to do a lot of work to get you like this.

“i like hearing you beg, why don’t you be a good girl for me and beg?” he asked suddenly, you were once again embarrassed with his demand, but you were also way too needy to refuse. “i-i,” you choked out, trying to find the right words to say, “i need you, please, i need you to fuck me,” you sounded breathless as you were begging, your eyebrows furrowing as you spoke.

“louder.” he ordered, his voice was stern this time which made you gulp. “please, dottore, fuck me — please just fuck me!” you begged again, this time it was purely out of desperation. you couldn’t understand what kind of expression he was making, it was mixture of lust and amusement from hearing you beg alone. you felt two of his fingers slowly rubbing the entrance of your cunt, the feeling making you moan almost immediately.

you can’t even remember when was the last time you had touched yourself, let alone had sex. “like this?” he asked, watching you nod your head eagerly, “m-more, please,” you said softly, you grind your hips against his fingers once but dottore stopped you, “don’t do anything without my permission.” he once again ordered.

he felt your body go stiff around his fingers, watching you slowly nod you head at his order. seeing how good you were for him, he decided to be nice and pushed the two fingers into your cunt. the foreign feeling felt both good and painful. you let out a soft moan as your body almost stumbled forward if it wasn’t for how strong he was holding you still.

dottore didn’t wait too long to start moving his fingers, stretching out the inside of your pussy so easily, you were sure he’d done this a thousand times. he had his fingers knuckles deep inside of your cunt, and you were so sensitive that you could feel every little move he made with his fingers.

dottore pulled his fingers out completely before pushing it all the way in again, curving his fingers upwards once he reached deep enough, making you gasp. your cunt tightening up around his fingers already. he chuckled, “who would’ve thought someone as powerful as you would be nothing more than a common whore behind curtains?” he laughed, you would’ve felt embarrassed, felt humiliated and even angry to hear anyone saying that to you on any other day, but at the moment? you were reduced to the exact thing he labeled you as; a whore. you wanted nothing more than for him to just fuck you hard.

realising your lack of response, he decided to shove another finger into your cunt, all three fingers pushing deep into you at the same time. “not even gonna deny? aren’t you pathetic,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. after he was sure that he had stretched you out enough to his liking, he pulled his fingers out. you whined at the sudden lack of friction.

dottore wasn’t in the mood to hear you whine, instantly shushing you up by shoving the fingers that he used to fuck you into your mouth. “clean them up for me, darling,” he smiled. you hadn’t realised just how long his fingers really were until you found yourself struggling to lick all three of his fingers clean, as they were long enough that it almost reached the back of your throat.

you brought one of your hands to hold him by the wrist to keep it still as you tried your best to clean your own slick from his fingers, bobbing your head for better access for yourself. seeing how occupied you were with his fingers, he took that opportunity to slide his cock into you, the size of the head alone made you squeal, the grip on his wrist tightened.

you weren’t even sure when he had taken the rest of his clothes off, you hadn’t realised just how occupied you were when he had his fingers in you that you didn’t even notice him undressing.

you knew he was big in size, but you didn’t expect it to be this big. you weren’t even sure if you could take it all. it only drove dottore crazier seeing how you were already struggling trying to take him, hearing your muffled moans with his fingers still in your mouth. your cunt was wrapping around his cock so nicely, maybe it’s due to the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while — or maybe it was simply because dottore was just big.

he was nice enough to be patient as he slowly slid his entire cock into you, your legs already staggering as you felt him bottom out. a low grunt leaving his lips as he tried to steady his breath, “fuck, y/n, you feel so good,” his voice was deep when he spoke, and his grip on you tightened as he was using your body to hold himself up.

“i’ll fuck you real nice, love, you’ll start thanking that fatui doctor for keeping you all pent up.” he said. you didn’t have time to even process what he meant when you felt his cock moving inside you. you started realising just how sensitive your pussy was when you could feel every vein on his cock just moving and stretching your walls out.

dottore pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip of it remained, and contrasting the first few thrusts that he was so generous to give you, his thrust this time was quick, harsh — painful even. he knew what he was doing, and did it on purpose, he is quite the sadist after all.

your cunt once again tightened around dottore’s cock, a muffled whimper mixed with a moan leaving your mouth which caught him by surprise. your eyes were shut closed, your head leaning against the wall behind you as you finally start to relax and got used to his pace — even if it wasn’t a steady one. “do you like it when it hurts?” he asked, which made you open your eyes.

you shook your head, he noticed tears had welled in your eyes, his cock twitching as he continued fucking you in a harsh pace. dottore removed his fingers from your mouth to give you a chance to speak, “you- you just feel so good, dottore, it doesn’t h-hurt,” you managed to choke out in between your pants and moans, although he didn’t miss the sound of your breath hitching in between your words.

he chuckled again, he liked the way you say things that are exactly what he wants to hear. he leaned closer to you. the first thing that came to your mind was that he was gonna kiss you again. instead, he started latching on your neck, leaving trails of kisses on them.

you tilted your neck for him, giving him more space to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck, which made him groan slightly out of approval. between the nibbling on the soft and sensitive skin of your neck and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you in a pace you could only imagine to do on your own, you weren’t sure what you were moaning for anymore.

being so close to you, dottore loved hearing you moan and call for his name. he especially loved it when you begged for more, or to go slower, or faster, he was gladly giving you everything that you were asking for.

one of his hands moved up from your ass all the way to your breast, gently cupping them at first. once again moaning his name as you tried to reach for his hand, desperate for any kind of gentle touch from him. surprisingly, dottore intertwined his other hand with yours. the sweet gesture was the exact opposite of the way dottore’s hips were thrusting into you, the way his other hand was playing with your breast, and the way he was biting into your skin whenever you grind on his cock in the way that he wanted you to.

you let out a whimper from all the stimulation you were receiving from him, “too much…” you cried out, “it’s too much,” he could hear you slightly sobbing, “don’t be like that, bunny, i know you can take a little more.” he muttered. you were about to say something in retaliation but was cut off when he started kissing you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth once again.

dottore’s grip on your hand tightened, and his other hand finally stopped teasing the overly sensitive nipple of one of your breasts. he held you by your chin, as he pulled away from the kiss, tilting your head to look at him, he took a second to admire your fucked out face — he couldn’t believe your superiors had put you in charge of capturing him, when you were in fact, nothing more than a slut for him.

dottore quickened his pace, he knew you had been close for a while now judging from how sloppy your grindings were and how much your cunt was tightening up so nicely around him. he let go of your hand, putting his thumb and his index into your mouth.

you were confused with what he was doing, feeling him tugging at your tongue as you forcefully stuck your tongue out for him. “such an obedient little slut,” he mumbled, almost like it was to himself. you looked at him through your blurred vision from how much you were crying from the overstimulation dottore was giving you. you weren’t used to being fucked the way dottore was doing you, it was only natural that your body became sensitive so quickly.

“you wanna cum, don’t you?” dottore asked, and you eagerly nodded, your hips trying their hardest to fuck yourself on his cock. the next thing you knew, you could feel his spit dripping down from the tip of your tongue to the back of your throat, your eyes widened. “swallow.” he ordered, finally letting go of your tongue. seeing you still stunned by his sudden action, he thrusted his cock deep in you, finally getting your attention.

“swallow, and i’ll let you cum.” dottore repeated. you obediently swallowed his spit, you wished you could hide it, but you secretly liked it. your cunt once again tightening around his cock from thinking about what he just did to you. you stuck your tongue out for him to see, it almost caught him by surprise. “good girl,” he praised.

as a reward, dottore’s hand made its way to your cunt, almost immediately finding your already swollen clit, he started to play with it. one second he was gently rubbing circles on it, and the other he was roughly flicking on it. the constant changes on the way he was playing with your clit drove you crazy, the familiar euphoric feeling started to pool in your stomach, only it was building up faster than usual.

your eyebrows furrowed as you pushed your head back. you started holding onto his shoulder a little more for support, as you constantly moaned his name. dottore grinned as he looked at how completely fucked out you looked like, his cock twitching just from the realisation of how hard he had been fucking you. “i-i think i-i’m gonna cum…” you said weakly, panting as your breath started hitching as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

he wrapped a hand around your neck, grabbing you by your neck to pull you into a kiss. upon feeling how hard his grip was around your neck, and feeling his soft lips against yours again, the knot in your stomach finally snapped.

you felt yourself cumming so much that you had to pull away from the kiss, almost screaming in pleasure as you rest your head against dottore’s shoulder. he didn’t quite mind it, pushing your body straight against the wall so he could fuck you better to chase his own orgasm. “please s-slow down, dottore,” you had no more energy, your voice was soft when you said it.

“be good for me and just take it,” he demanded once again, the hand around your neck tightening once more. dottore took notice that you had enjoyed being choked, he was able to find out from the way your cunt was once again wrapping itself so nicely around his cock whenever he chokes you.

as he was fucking your overstimulated cunt, dottore realised he liked you a lot — not romantically, of course, but he liked you enough to want to keep you around him. just from the thought of having you all to himself, brainwashing you into giving up your line of work, giving up on catching the fatui doctor — him — oh, he needed that to happen.

he absolutely needed someone like you who can help accompany him on nights when his test subjects fail on him, nights when he’s finally done with the mission the tsaritsa had given him. he needed to see you waiting for him in his room every single night.

just from thinking about all the other various things he’d do to you was enough to rile him up, he could feel himself reaching his orgasm. dottore grunted, a small “fuck” leaving his mouth as he looked at you struggling to take it — take him.

the way you were quite literally crying from how sensitive you’ve already become, but how you were also holding back your sobs because you were so desperate to please him. you were so considerate of him, when you barely even know him. “you’re such a good girl for me, you could just tap out if it’s really too much,” he wasn’t sure where his generosity had come from, normally dottore wouldn’t even care if the other person came or not.

you shook your head, your trembling hands reaching out to hold the sides of his face. “i-i want you to feel good too,” you said, you sounded so sweet as you said those words. dottore didn’t even have time to react when he felt his cum shooting out into your cunt. his eyebrows furrowed as his head was pushed back slightly. he moaned out your name quietly, but it was enough for you to hear it.

with a few last thrusts, he finally stopped as he kept his cock in your cunt. both of you were trying to catch your breaths, your arms holding onto him like your life depended on it. your eyes were closed as you were trying to calm yourself down, you were oblivious at the fact that dottore was staring at you.

he surprisingly found you beautiful, to say the least. with the coat of sweat covering your body, some of them dripping down. the way your chest was going up and down from how hard you were breathing. you were more beautiful than any of his creations, any of his experiments, it was impossible. nothing was better than his own creations, yet there you were.

he wasn’t sure what other way to keep you by his side, so he decided to just go for it. even if it was on impulse, and even if it would potentially jeopardise his entire career, “i can take you to the fatui doctor, you just have to promise to stay by my side.” he said suddenly, making you shoot your eyes open. you were shocked, of course, and curious, but you didn’t feel like the current situation you two were in was the right time to talk about that topic. “let’s not talk about work right now. i like this moment to be just about us.” you smiled at him.

he was a little shocked by your response at first, but quickly smiled back. “yeah. you’re right, just us.”

[antichildeismoving]

il dottore/yandere!reader

gender neutral, sfw but depicts an unhealthy relationship, darling!dottore

relatively tame for dottore content, but does include mentions of manipulation, obsessive behavior, etc.

notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for like a year. probably ooc bc i haven’t played sumeru

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As much as I love yandere Dottore, I really don’t think he has enough interest in other people to form any sort of intense attachment on his own. Darling Dottore on the other hand…

Think about it. He wouldn’t care what you do as long as it doesn’t get in the way of his research. Hell, he probably likes having someone obsess over him, especially if it brings out all your worst traits.

This means that you have free reign to be as touchy as you want with him. You can kiss the top of his head while he sits at his desk, or cling to his arm while he walks. He doesn’t interact with you much or see you as a companion, but sometimes he’ll offer you tiny scraps of physical affection and you can’t help but latch onto them.

Though he’s never openly encouraging, Dottore doesn’t mind playing along with your fantasy. He rests a hand on the top of your head, lets you sit on his lap while he goes through his notes, even allows you to braid the longer sections of his pale blue hair. He tests the waters of manipulation early on. Dottore’s something of a master when it comes to playing games with people’s feelings, (side note: he’s also a cutthroat Uno player) and he’s genuinely curious to see how far he can push you before you break.

You’re clearly very attached to him, and sometimes he wonders if this is what Enkanomiyan generals were talking about when they said it was best to pair soldiers with their romantic partners. There’s a fierceness in you, a conviction that only appears when you’re with him, and despite his general lack of feelings towards other people he can’t help but admire it. Obsession is a heady drug it would seem.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how you try to win him over. Seduction, manipulation, bribery, blackmail— the result of your confession will always be the same. Dottore isn’t bothered by your feelings for him, nor does he take any particular interest in them. As long as you stay out of his way you can do pretty much whatever you want.

[silvervinewine]

oooo i jus wan dottore to hold me,, would you mind? 🥺 feel free to ignore <3

ALSO OMG you're posting so much im barely opening tumble these days lemme binge read when im not busy SOBS,

JUST THE TWO OF US (W/ IL DOTTORE)

to be frank, the feared IL DOTTORE, rank two fatui harbinger is the softest person you know.

though often obscured by his mask, his features were soft, giving him an almost delicate appearance. his face easy and gentle to the eye, in contrast to his manniacle grin and sharp red eyes. even then you thought, he still looked fragile, a fine example of a perfect dichotomy.

his personality was soft, despite his stern and unforgiving character, he was still a person. a living, breathing person, a person with want and needs. for him, you were an absolute need. he never seemed to get enough of you. stares linger, as you notice him looking at you with kind eyes, once again obscured by his mask. you know him well enough to notice his gaze piercing holes into your skin. turning, intending to catch him in the act, you smile, his face taking on a pink tint his scowl clear, eyes turning away in embarrasment.

his touch was soft, it was in his nature as a doctor for his touch to be precise and calculated, experiments having to be handled with care. even if he was often rather rough with test subjects, he still cared enough for the outcome, the final report and thesis to be turned in. with you though, his touch was soft. he handles you like glass, nervous, fleeting touches, unsure where to go next.

laying in his chest in the middle of an open field, you feel his fingers caressing your face. strong arms around your body. you feel his heartbeat, the rythm strong and steady, just like any other. you bury your face even deeper in his neck. DOTTORE leans into your touch, ghosting his lips over your neck, unable to commit, you tilt your head to the side, his mouth briefly kissing your neck.

a gentle breeze blows, and ZANDIK shivers, hugging you closer seeking the warm comfort of your body. the warm rays of the evening sun shines on your skin, as you lay with your lover, your darling you could say.

the scene is awfully domestic, sickengly so but you couldn't wish to be anywhere else. after all, it was just the two of you, you and your lover forever and ever.

[burnedwriter]

i was listening to the song salvatore by lana del rey and i got this image in my my head of going at a fatui ball and having pantalone and dottore fighting over you👀, so here it is:

Warnings:slight suggestive,gender-neutral reader.

You  were invited to a fatui celebration and as a higher up of your nation you were obligated to go.The guards greeting you as they open the door for you as you step in the huge ball room with hundreds of guest dancing to the sound of music with their partners but unlike you,you were all alone and with no date,so what better way to drown your sorrow and jealousy than to go to the bar ,you always wanted to try snesznaya’s special drink,firewater,as it was a strong beverege as some have described it,so it would do you just perfect in your case.

walking  slowly to the bar,you noticed someone, a man marching towards your direction as he came closer to your field of view,immediatly realizing who it was,number nine of the fatui harbingers also know as pantalone.

‘‘Greetings....you must be Mr/Mrs Y/n,i’m glad you were able to join us,im pantalone,its truly a pleasure meeting you up close’‘leaning down a bit and taking a hold of your hand,pressing his lips against the front of it to kiss it,introducing himself in the process.

‘‘would you like to have this dance with me’‘he said,you nod in agreement as he went behind you,guiding you to the dance floor,his hands barely touching you,one hand touching  your own while the other touched your waist,a bushful expression started to form on your face,as you felt like you were being set on fire as you looked up at the tall man that you were now dancing with.

As you enjoy your dance with pantalone,all of a sudden a man approached the two of you,now both you and pantalone turned to look at said man,from what you saw ,pantalone’s mouth twitched a bit in annoyance upon seeing who it was but immediatly returning to his usual soft smile not wanting to show that it bothered him.

‘‘Dottore,dont you have research to attend to?’‘pantalone said looking at the man,annoyance still in his voice.

‘‘I heard we have an important guest from another nation and of course,it would be rude not to introduce myself’‘he said,pulling you swiftly out of pantalone’s embrace to shake your hand.

‘‘Ah~You must be Mr/Mrs Y/n!im glad we are able to meet up close finally’‘dottore said now taking you all to himself and away from pantalone completly.

‘‘Did no one taught you how to share Dottore’‘pantalone exclaimed,even though he was smiling his annoyed tone said everything that needed to be said.You were squeezed between the two men as their silent rivaly became more obvious as both of them started to fight over you in subtle way on who deserves to take your hand to dance.

‘’how about this Dottore we take our ‘’guest’’ somewhere else.....and finish our rivaly once and for all hmm~,what do you think?’’pantalone asked turning to look at you for approval,his usual soft smile turning into a mischievious one,giving you small hints of what he had in mind.

With both you and Dottore nodding in agreement,the two men guiding you to a room the was upstairs,you really didnt know what you just got yourself into the only thing you knew was that you will not be able to walk for days.

[angelltheninth]

Dottore Reluctantly Giving Oral

Pairing: Dottore x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, begging, fingering, clit stimulation, name calling, degradation, gaslighting, mentioned blowjobs

A/N: I have no idea where the request for this went but I do remember seeing it. Here it now.

He loved fucking you silly, loved feeling your mouth on him, your pussy walls tightening and relaxing around his cock, he loved you begging

Except Dottore never expected you to beg for his mouth

"Now? I'm two fingers deep. Don't tell me my little toy doesn't appreciate my efforts." His voice, while irritated, sounded sickeningly sweet to you in your needy state

Of course you liked what he did for you, there was a reason you kept going back to him every night

He knew your body better then anyone else, knew where and how to touch to make you come and leave you begging for more

So maybe you were selfish, maybe you wanted more when he was already giving you so much, but damn it all you wanted his tongue on your clit, you wanted him to eat you out

He rolled his eyes, taking his fingers out and parting them, looking at the slick string between his digits, "And what will you do for me in return?"

In return? You were sucking his dick not even half an hour ago

"Selfish whore." He pressed his thumb against your clit and didn't more, "You want so much, you're so needy. You take my cock every night just how you like it and you're still asking for more? I should leave you as you are."

There's no way that was happening, you might be shaking still but you can still use your mouth to get him to stay

Only it doesn't go exactly as you planned, instead of being firm your voice came out rather shaky, and worse yet, trailed off into a long groan when he moved his thumb in a slow circle, clockwise then counter clock wise

"You want my mouth that badly, I can see that much. You're ruining my sheets. Perhaps we can make a deal. If I give you what you're asking for you, my little fucktoy, will let me do whatever I want to you. Not just tonight, but every night after. Every night when you enter this room you will be mine to use and to fuck. No more going as you please. You leave when I say you can. You come when I say you can." If his smirk was any indication of the things he wanted to do to you then your legs might never work properly again

Was it worth it for a full night of having Dottore lapping at your cunt like a frenzied animal? Yes, yes it was

He was one messy eater and smeared your slick all over your inner thighs as he did so but he was dedicated and determined to win his prize

His prize, you screaming and falling apart only for him to put you back together with his mouth sucking your clit all over again

His prize of you squeezing your thighs around his head in a vice grip while you wildly bucked your cunt against his mouth, chasing your next orgasm

His prize of seeing your legs shaking and falling open for him to finally sink his painfully throbbing cock into

[tiens-letters]

The only hope I had was the freedom of death by your hands that held me together

Dottore (Angst) 

9k words

tw: gore 

not proof read

It was a burden. The weight of the power you hold in all the land. Any human who has enough ambition would dare to covet it and any god even given divine powers would lust after it. You were powerful, able to end civilizations and make a new world altogether. Many would think that you are a sovereign being but you too are limited to mortality than what most would believe. You were human with a blessing of a god and you felt cursed and dirty. All your younger years was spent on trying to outrun those who wanted you, trying to escape tradition the elders placed on you when you tried to live a normal life as a child and then to the gods who would descend from their high place to take you away. No one was there to protect you, it was you all along that had to fend for yourself because everyone else wanted what you didn’t want. Thus, your hand was tarnished by blood, both by mortal and immortal, you had no choice, it was the heavy decision you always had to make in order to survive and live. Every night, however, you would remember what they looked like, how their eyes burned with greed and desire, even in their final moments they still tried to touch you. Their screams still reverberate in your head as you burned them alive, of their covetous nature. Each and everyone was the same as you tried to conceal yourself from their prying eyes.

That is until you met him, the doctor. That was during your brief stay in Sumeru did you meet this man who shunned by his peers and teachers. You did not think much of his appearance for you thought it was beautiful. Long wavy blue hair that resembles the ripples in the ocean on a bright summer day, his eyes twinkled like rubies under the sunlight and like blood in the shade, his skin was that of snow, now you just wondered how it felt like under your own skin. You were not one who easily comes to trust people, no, you were paranoid, as countless encounters of those who wore a mask before you were soon broken by their own selfish desires but you knew kindness, one thing no one has ever given you. You helped him that day to figure out a problem he’s been trying and failing to get right upon seeing the familiar scritches of his notes and diagrams, you knew what it was upon seeing it as it was presented, more like forced to you by one of the elders whose fate was met by drowning in his own quarters. He thanked you, though skeptical at first as to why someone would even bother to help him. He found you intriguing, eccentric even with the way you presented yourself and how you were clueless as to most of the things in the world. You did not have time to even enjoy the small things in life as you were to busy trying to stay alive. You were both the same in some way.

Soon that one meeting turned into two and then three to four times a week ,you seemed to stay longer in sumeru as you spent more time with him. Both of you found the meaning of friendship, one he did not even think of having in his closed off life. He liked how things were, you were there, his only companion and his passion for the vast knowledge the world has to offer.

“Please come with me.” he asks you one day, it was after man had approached him late into afternoon as he tinkered with one of his new experiments.

“What for?”

He explains everything calmly, though the excitement in his eyes were hard to miss as he speaks about the many possibilities of changing the world.

“I can protect you properly there. Away from the humans and gods that dare lay a finger on you.”

“Did you tell the man about me?” Right, with all the excitement and promises the man ‘Pierro’ brought he forgot to mention you

“No but I am confident they will welcome you as well.” he looked a bit desperate, you were his only friend after all. One who he has come to cherish and one who soon he realizes as someone he can never leave.

“Please?”

How could you say no when he asks you like this, you were always weak to his entrancing eyes.

“Alright.”

…

You followed him as he left the academy, the same place that shunned him and called him a monster. The man, Pierro, though surprised did not show it as he simply acknowledged your being there. He took you both to the snowy and unforgiving alps of Snezhnaya and inside a fortress that you’ve only seen in picture books. There were people who loitered around in different uniforms all fit for the bitter cold weather. You two were also given warmer clothes once settled in your own quarters not far from each other. The room was spacious, something you’ve never had before and it felt daunting for everything made you feel alone. Your eyes wandered to the bed, Pierro did mention to rest before meeting the Tsaritsa.

You could only hope for the best that she was not like the rest of the gods as you settle in the large bed, trying to get comfortable but to no avail, it was as if your body didn’t want to let you rest even if you so much has desired it. And then you remember how you slept back then whenever you were unable to, which was almost every night when the fear of nightmares has presented itself once again, you would seek him.You sought for his embrace, it never failed to bring you peace and deliverance away from your dreams. You opted to leave for his room, you own pillow clutched to your chest, you opened the door to the man himself

“Oh.” his crimson eyes widened in surprise, a hand froze midair in a gesture to knock, so it was a mutual feeling after all

“I couldn’t sleep.” you sheepishly say, warmth rising up to your ears in embarrassment

“Me too.” he states and then silence followed, just a moment of just looking into each other’s surprised and tired eyes

“Then, would you like to come in?” you ask and he nods

He enters the room glancing around, his stature looked elegant under the cold moonlit night, it was as if he truly belongs in this place, like a perfect piece to a large puzzle. He then turns to you, hand outstretched.

“Shall we?” you couldn’t be more happier to oblige as you both lay down on the not so large bed anymore, faces in line together, sleepy expressions on your faces as your body finally allows you to get comfortable.

“What will happen now?” you ask to which he smiles, a gesture that he reserved for you and you only, it was something rare, different from the ‘smiles’ he would give to others, this was genuine and filled with gratefulness.

“I finally become someone who can pursue what they want without any restrictions, I get to make a great contribution without people throwing scorn at me and most of all, you get to witness it all. This greatness you spoke of, that man spoke of, we will have it. Together.”

It made you happy, over the moon from his answer, it was more than what you needed to reassure yourself that you are finally free from the chains of the curse you carry.

“I’d like that very much.”

…

Affection, neither of you knew what it was, not even when it started nor when it became a deeper thing that one simple word could not even define it anymore. You don’t know how things even came down to this but you just floated along for the ride, you watched him blossom into the person he was meant to be, and as part of the Harbingers that served the great cause of the Tsaritsa, the possibilities were endless. He enjoyed creating, learning and becoming more powerful day by day. He shared it with you, the dream he’s had, it became true.

“Good morning dear.” majority of people knew you are lovers, only the new ones would assume that you both were simply close friends because of how discreet you are whenever it came to public appearances but behind closed doors was different story in your shared home away from the palace. It was found in morning caresses as both naked bodies tangled in the sheets held each other close, in the day where both of you had your respective tasks to do was the glances that stayed longer every time you ran into each other and at night, they were where you both could be just yourselves as lips met each other, conveying pent up feelings on when one of you would be assigned far away from each other or the simple readings and lighthearted chatter by the hearth.

“ ‘morning.” you smile up at him, he looked so beautiful in the morning light you could kiss all over again if it weren’t for the time and duties you both would attend to. You were assigned to a  small village in the outskirts to visit due to the sudden rise in a certain disease. You sat up first, naked body opting to move towards the bathroom only to be pulled down by none other than Dottore.

“Going so soon?” he asks you,  a lopsided smirk on his face

“We must, our duties await us I’m afraid.” your hand finds the back of his neck pulling him down

“I hate for this to end.” he whispers in between kisses

“Me too.” another lingering kiss “me too, my love.”

“How long?” he sighs against your lips

“Best I can do is a month. Depending on whether the snowstorm will hit or not.” Snowstorms were common occurrence in Snezhnaya, you’ve been used to it for quite some time now but the only downside to it is the travel time to get between places. Sometimes it can be deadly and sometimes it was like a passing breeze, it all depends on how prepared one is and by far everyone in the land are all pioneers to handling such a weather.

“That’s a long time to wait.” You can hear the disappointment in his voice as his hand trails up an down your neck

“You lasted 6 months without me.”

“And Tsaritsa forbid I’d have to go through that again. It was horrible!” there was that dramatic side of him again “6 months of not even touching you or having you in bed!”

“Are all your ideas geared towards sex?” you lift an eyebrow “if it is then I’m really going to put in a request for a longer stay and I promise you it wont be 6 months only.”

Only you and whoever above has bothered to know that this man is a monster during your intimate moments and the many days were you unable to walk because of his inhuman stamina.

“Wait!” you begin to get up from the bed “Hey! I was joking!”

“Sure you are.” you wink back at him as you slide into the bathroom.

“Get back here!”

…

You’re finally prepared to leave and after a lot of convincing by Dottore to atleast bring one of his clones for the sake of his inner peace. You sat inside the carriage, his clone opposite to you.

“You better be back in a month.” he tells you from the end of the patio steps, Fatui coat hanging off his lithe figure

“And if it takes long?” you were testing him and he knows it “What will you do then?”

“I’ll come to you, whether you like it or not.”

“You just can’t keep your hands to yourself can you Doctor?” you chuckle

“Give me a break.” his clone mutters in front of you, clearly annoyed at how mushy you both were getting with the real body.

“Alright. Let’s leave.” you roll your eyes at the antics of the other one, though they may be the same but sometimes the personalities differ, just like this one. You then turn to your lover “I’ll see you soon.”

“Safe travels, dear.”

And then you were off, the mansion getting smaller and smaller from your view until it was truly gone from your line of sight. You grabbed the reports sitting beside you, archons, it going to be a long day.

 “Doctor.” the man turns towards the source of the voice, there stands the man who brought him here and away from the palace that scorned him “There is something we must discuss.”

“Well? Spit it out then, I havent got all day to gossip.” Dottore still had so much projects running at the same time that he has to attend to and idle chatter was not his forte unless it was with you

“I prefer to discuss this with you in private.” Pierro states. “I believe it has something to do with your, companion.”

Pierro knew how to pique the doctor’s interest, if it not for new experiments or ideas that involved creating a higher power then it would be about you, the person he confided in the most.

“Alright, let’s go to my study.” he huffs, wondering what else it could be that he did not know of about his dove.

…

‘It was the one of harbinger’s that spread the plague’

‘impossible! It couldn’t be one of them.’

You overhead two recruits chatting as they set down boxes of supplies, you were in your tent, finishing up on a few more reports before calling it a day. Conversation topics do not really bother you but this one in particular seemed to entice you, so you found scribbling away as you listened in.

‘They say it was the doctor.’ you halted, now that was impossible

‘hmm, if it was him then it would be possible. Seeing as we’ve been ordered to bring in a few healthy villagers to his lab.’ Gossip, you were sure of it. It was probably from his enemies or from those who just did not like him. Many people didn’t like him and it still continued on up to this day.

‘do they know?’ now they were talking about you, you knew Dottore was not someone to hold back secrets from you but this, this was simply unbelievable

‘The twelfth has always been with him, they probably know or even planned it along with him.’

You did not even have any idea of the disease until a week ago and he could not have gone here for you knew it would take long to journey back and forth unless,

“Here’s todays report.” Dottore’s clone comes in, a file tucked under his arm as he lifts the flaps of the entrance

 Of course.

The man had genetically manufactured replicas of himself, this was just one of them.  You looked at the one before you, the resemblance painful in his face and clothes.

“Were you here a month ago?” you ask him, quill gripped on your hand tightly

“No.” he states as a matter of factly, “Would there be a reason for me to be here?”

Then it wasn’t this clone. Or the recruits were lying, after hearing it from a another source.The grapevine twists and so is the truth as it gets passed from mouth to mouth.

“Forget it.” You shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought away “Hand the reports over.”

“People are getting better thanks to you.” he states, placing the file on your desk

“It’s my duty as one of her Majesty’s subordinates.” Right, you were fighting for a good cause, it would be impossible for Dottore to become the cause of all this suffering.

“You and your devotion.”

 Little did you know that today was the start of all the doubts you would be encountering about your lover. Slowly, you began to hear things about him, the things he did were almost the same things that the people who coveted your power wanted to do to you. The small details of the inhumane experiments he did behind the doors of his lab from recruits that passed by your tent and those who lingered for a second. It went from men to women being altered to somehow fit being a vessel of a deity, the failures he had along the way as they spoke about how much bodies they had to dispose off. Even children were no exemption from his cruelty in pretense of wondrous breakthrough for his goal. It made your stomach churn as they ran their mouth carelessly about what they witnessed,

‘he made them fight each other while being enhanced, I saw it myself and I could not spend a second longer looking for it was truly disturbing!’

‘ they tore at each other like animals, it was as if they lost their reasoning, it was gruesome. We had to clean the remains afterwards and I tell you, it was not a simple task! There was flesh and blood everywhere, other even excused themselves from cleaning because they felt sick.’

‘Archons! How terrible that one of the lord harbingers would do this!’

‘it is The Doctor after all, he’s always striked me as someone who do that.’

‘this is why I avoid him at all costs, you never when he lays his eyes on you!’

 You never know when he lays his eyes on you. You couldn’t breathe, everything seems to twist, your focus zooming in and out, the mind was not even helping at all. You began to imagine what it looked like, the experiments, the torment he caused and all the works. It made you doubt him even more and as the mission was ending you somehow dreaded going back. To finally confirm the idle chatter of some recruits about the man you’ve been with for many years now. Could he have thought of you the same way he did to the people he used as lab rats? Did he want to take you apart as well for his own gains of achieving godhood that he never had for he was not blessed with a vision. So many thoughts drowned you, you know it was better to confront the man himself, if it was a lie then you could just simple dismiss it as some gossip made by bored recruits but if it was real? It frightened you to the core, because then everything you had with him was all a lie. Nothing of it was real for he was only using you to get what he wanted his whole life. To finally spit in the face of the gods above. Through you he had a chance to do so.

“Lord Harbinger?” you forgot you were in a meeting with one of the captains of the troop you came with, their eyes were full of concern as you werent listening, too busy paying attention to your own destructive thoughts

“Apologies, what were you saying?”

“Oh, I was confirming whether we should move the date of departure a bit farther because of the sudden spike in diseases.”

“Yes, yes. Let’s do that captain.” you agreed immediately, the words coming out of your mouth smoothly, that was what you wanted right? A bit more time to clear your head enough to face him after the sudden rush of doubt that  clouded your mind.

“Alright, I will take my leave then Lord Harbinger.” The title made you recoil but not enough to be visible in the prying eyes of the captain. You just nodded as you watched him leave. Sinking back into your seat with a sigh, you could feel the headache coming.

‘Get a hold of yourself, there are patients waiting for you.’

 …

  Dottore was feeling antsy as you did not arrive by your expected date from the mission. He did promise that he would go to you if you did not arrive on time, knowing you hate it when he does that. Conflicted at the moment, he forgets to pay attention to the person in front of him laid upon the gurney. To even describe them as a person was the least out of all descriptive words in a normal human’s vocabulary, maybe a monster or an abomination would fit best. The dark red veins that ran across their body along with the bones that grew and morphed into a gruesome shape that altered the appearance of the human, the red sceleras too were no exception as a result from the altering of cells.

“Will you please shut up for once!” the harbinger yells as he hits the screaming person below him which only increases in volume, not caring if its vocal chords were in the verge of exhaustion.

“I cant think with all the noise you’re making!” another hit to the already bruised and swelled up cheek of the person. A disobedient animal would be the better fit for this abomination he’s created. He grabs a syringe, green glowing liquid gushing out of the needle as he presses it into the neck of the experiment.

“Maybe this will shut you up.” he hisses, crimson eyes watching it spasm and settle down as if it were sleeping. Removing, the syringe from its flesh he tosses it aside not caring if it it broke into two because of his strength. The thoughts of you in his mind was bugging him all day, unrelenting as it was as he tried to work on his projects.

“You killed it.” he finds the eyes of those that are identical to his, a disappointed scowl on his face as he writes down on the clipboard that hung on the gurney

“It was a failure anyway.” Dottore scoffs, loosening his tie to get rid of the stuffiness he feels in his chest

“It may be but that was the last one we have in our list. The rest are just weak to even go through with this process and because of you and your worry about the twelfth we are compromised for better results.”

“You don’t get to talk to me like that.” hisses the original, his creations were his pride and joy and sometimes also a pain in the ass. He did not need the nagging of his own right now for he was more hung up on the thought of you not arriving on time. The things you do to this man was even beyond him himself.

“But you know I am right and now we need more volunteers.”

“You know full well where we get them. Do your job and get out of my sight!” Yells Dottore, the agitation in his veins becoming stronger every second he stands there. There was no letter from you or whatsoever that you would be prolonging your stay and archons above know how much he tries to tell himself that you forgot or were to busy to inform him. He just simply found out from one of the official reports that came in, courtesy of Pulcinella.

He grabs his coat in a rush as he yells at one of the recruits to ready a carriage for him. He knows he is acting on impulse but he could barely give a shit at the moment.

 Pantalone looks on from the window of his study at the small figure of the Doctor leaving in a flurry. The mirage that stayed long for so long before you will finally settle to revel dry hot sand that settles in your throat. Finally this show is slowly coming to an end and has the front row seat to it.

“What will you do then Doctor?”

 …

You should have expected him to be there after going past your promised return. He stood before you, lips upturned in mild dissatisfaction. You don’t move, your lips shut in silence as you look at him. You didn’t know what to say, those stupid rumours shook you so. He shakes his head and just takes your hand and leads you back into your tent with a steadfast grip.

“Dottore---”

“Sweetheart.” he cuts you off with that cold tone of his, “You didn’t tell me you were extending your stay here.”

“I apologize, I was busy with tending to the patients and forgot to send you a letter in time.” You spoke with a controlled tone, as if it were simply talking to your subordinates but this? Never did you speak in this manner with him.

“And you didn’t greet me in when I arrived,” he looked dejected now as he stepped closer, lips a hairsbreadth away from you “Are you that tired to even grant me your time?”

“Like I said--” he loves cutting you off only this time it was with his lips and like usual as if by default yours moved along with his as well in longing, the nights where you both slept alone and days where you did not see ach other boiled down to that moment as lips brushed against each other. Your hands clutching his coat as he held your face, fingers leaving small caresses along the way.

“Did you miss me?” he asks in between breaths

“Always.” it slips out of your mouth as if it were as simple as breathing. Your heart meant it, every single letter of it down to the emotion conveyed in the kiss. A small whimper leaves you as he bites down on your lower lips, drawing blood but it does not deter his purpose to devour your lips in earnest longing. And when he finally reared himself back from stripping you then and there, he pulls away.

“You’re coming back with me today.” he states

“Why? I still have patients to tend to.”

“Then leave it to the rest!” he seemed to be in a rush for some unknown reason he wishes not to disclose with you. “That’s what these idiots are here for anyway.”

“As much as I’d love to come home with you but I can’t leave these people just yet.” what are you hiding?

Dottore still tries to convince you to go home with him but you stood firm. People are dying and your heart goes to them but you knew in the back of your mind that you weren’t ready to truly find out about the truth behind those rumors. So you distanced yourself a bit more from going back home to him, thankful that fate has allowed you a little bit more time. You just wished that after all this was the opposite of those rumors when you’ve finally had the courage to ask him about it.

“Fine! Stay here then! Stay here with the humans you oh so love!.” He yells as he leaves your tent, you couldn’t move at all. His words rang throughout your head, the trauma of the past simply shows how much it impacted him, he still hates humans, his own kind. The rumors then came flooding in, slowly fitting in one of the many spaces in the paragraph of the stories about him. When you started working as a harbinger, you were admittedly wary of everyone, always looking behind your back just in case someone would try to hurt you but in most of your encounters, there were more kind ones than the bad. Something changed in you when you had been subjected to more good that it almost made you forget the bad. You slowly grew out of your shell, it was a tough journey but you still came out on top, now working in a specific unit that caters to helping people.

You watched him leave for the center and you let your doubts followed him.

  …

“Have you ever wondered what’s behind the closed door 12th?” Pantalone speaks beside you, he does not  look at you as his eyes were too busy looking for a book to read from a higher shelf

“What do you mean Regrator?” you pause from looking over the table of contents of the book held within your grasp. Its been three days since you’ve returned and Dottore was nowhere in sight. He was avoiding you, always making excuses or simply vanishing, probably off to his other lab.

“You are quite the naive one aren’t you? Or do you just pretend not to know?” Did he know? You finally look at him, to find him already staring back at you, a smile that hid the serpent beneath the flowers so well painted his face,

“Know what?”

“Dear me, you are still stuck in that mirage.” he shakes his head in mock pity

“Just get to the point you bastard.”

“It’s better for you to find out yourself, that way I’d be more entertained.” and then he leaves in a whirl of dark blue, a leather book intact in his hand. You wanted nothing more than to throw a book at him, that snake! But what he said did intrigue you, it pulled at you the same way the rumors did to you during your mission in the outskirts. Now your mind is telling to you to search for answers. and you will have them one way or another if the man in question does not give it to you.

 Fool.

You should not have crossed that bridge. You should have simply turned your head away and held your hands to your ears away from the rumors that circulated him. You should have listened to him only and went back with him that day. So much what if’s of a better outcome yet it could never escape the harsh reality of it all. You thought that they were fighting for a greater cause but they too were the same, only greater with more resources unlike the rest of the humans who tried to take you.The whole time you’ve been looking through rose tinted glasses and you were so naive to question things but what can you do when you’ve been fed false reassurance the whole time you were taken in. They’ve shown you only what you wanted to see, as if it were all planned from the start.

 ‘do you think they are ready?’ It was the voice of Pulcinella, muffled as it may from closed doors but you it bled through nonetheless. You just happened to pass by on your way to submit a report to Pierro. But the man himself was also in the same room as The Rooster. So you listened and archons, did you regret it so much.

‘ They will be once Dottore has finished up with his own experiments, he did report on a close breakthrough.’

‘ Then he better get a move on, her majesty has been asking and I have not given her a satisfactory answer!’ Pulcinella exclaims,

‘ Give it time my friend, it will be ready by the time our envoys arrive in Natlan.’ you couldn’t hear any longer as you left in a rush, papers clutched tightly, you made it into your own office. Everything was spinning, the room was closing in on you as you tried to breathe but to no avail. Instead, you were on the floor, a hand to your chest as you struggled to chase oxygen that eluded you.

You do not hear the man who calls out to you, only that you saw the monster who was the base of all the rumors that made you spiral into madness.

‘Don’t touch me!’ you scream, crawling away from his grasp that follows you

‘Sweetheart, breathe!’ his face was blurry through your tears, your heart pounded in fear as his touch felt like acid on your skin and when you didn’t let up, you felt a sharp pain to the side of your neck making you cry out in pain. You wondered if that was it, the end you wondered about by his hands.

‘I apologize for this dear.’ he whispers, finally holding you in his arms as you feel your consciousness slipping away. It scared you for what he might do to you, what they will do to you, what they will use your power for. After all, they were all the same.

  …

There was a letter by you window sill, within it was a key and small eloquently written note.

‘ a small gift for your recovery.’ there was no name under but you knew who it came from. The thought of that serpentine smile of his made you shiver. You eyed the key, thinking back on what he said that day in the library. After your unfortunate eavesdropping, you were in bed the next day, exhausted down to the bone. What’s worse about being left alone with yourself was the thoughts that ran amok, they began to tear down the rest of the good things you held dear about your lover, painting him a diabolical character in your story. Destructive as they were, you listened to them intently just like the old days where it was just you alone in an abandoned shack or beneath a tree during thunderstorms. So you let them run and free, to torment you for trusting way too easily and to even falling in love. And you cried, you let the pillow soak up the salty agony of your emotions as you once again feel the comfort of sleep.

You avoided him, even when he sat by the bedside to take care of you and all you could think of was how much longer was he going to keep up the facade he has been showing you the whole time. You avoided him even going as far as to change your walking route towards places where you are needed only to not see him and have your focus break. You only spoke a few words whenever you were behind closed doors. Sleeping in the same bed was not the same anymore as it felt colder and more spacious.

And then this day, where you decided to finally go to the lab within the central Headquarters of the Fatui, the strong pull led you to a door in the cold murky dungeons of the fortress. Maybe this was where Pantalone wanted you to go to, and maybe it was because of his ‘pity’ that he gave you the key in order to finally free yourself of the lies they constantly fed you.

You turned the key with bated breath and steeled yourself as to what you will witness once inside.

And then you saw.

It was a large lab and as you walked about yous aw many other contraptions you’ve never seen before, each and everyone can easily take a life. Large tubes that looked large enough to hold a fully grown adult within it stood in the  middle as if they were pillars holding up the whole place of what seemed to be like a cold metal hell for those unlucky enough to be taken in. You stepped closer to unravel on of the tubes and the sight was haunting. It made you want to hurl after seeing the contents, it was of a child well at least what resembles it, large boils covered its whole body each and every one of the lumps seemed to have its own life as they throbbed and wriggled. It was eating away at the host whose face was also covered in it, the only things that looked human to it was its eyes, they were empty, void of life as if simple waiting for its end. Unsatisfied, your hand moved to unravel the rest, it was a the same failed experiments of humans as marked on the label below, others had boils, some had more limbs than normal,  and the rest had a tentacle like worms coming out of their body, all of them had the same expression of emptiness. The curtain was pulled away from the last tube to reveal a human in pristine condition, it was asleep without a care but what shook you the most that it felt like you were looking at yourself in the mirror. It was you, another you in a glass tube. So he made a clone of yours too, this was what Pierro and Pulcinella was talking about behind closed doors. This is the breakthrough they spoke of, a clone of yourself, a perfect vessel for your powers. What will happen to you then after they take it? Discarded? Killed? Many possibilities but all of it leading to your own demise.

Having fallen below, you let your body take control as if were a puppet. You went through his desk, reports upon reports of failed experiment were written out meticulously and in great detail, the next stack was about potential vessels all of them unnamed, he did not care whether they were women or children, as long as it fits his standard of candidates they were then all the same lab rats in his eyes. The clear disregard for ones life shows how much he’s become, how worse he got over the span of the years, feeding into his ideals and heresy. You wondered then were you just a long term project of his. Perhaps he too did not care about your own name as he’s ever called you through pet names. One of the drawers were locked and you assumed it was about the clones as you did not see any of it atop his desk nor in his shelf.

Like a marionette, you let yourself be guided by the destructive curiosity of your to wander even more, and like a helpless prisoner in your own mind you simply watched through the bars in agony as every truth was revealed.

 The other room was more abominable than the last. Within it was a large cage in the corner and you were thankful it was empty, however you could not say the same for the gurney, and broke your mind further.

A woman, no older than twenty-two lay atop the gurney, skin painted in the sickly color of black, blue and yellow. She does not have long as her chest heaved in shallow laboured breaths. There were countless needle marks on both of her arms, you held her hand as she stirs from her slumber. Bleary eyes looking up at you, they were a beautiful forest green that reminded you of the calming and vibrant greenery back in Sumeru.

“Are you the twelfth he spoke of?” she asks you weakly

“I am.” you wanted to cry seeing her speak, she had more to life than this cruelty

“You know,” she begins, a lone tear leaving her eye “I was home tending to my the flock when they took me. Im glad lord harbinger that they didn’t take my family or celestia forbid my little siblings.” She still had faith in the archons even in this state. So you listened to her story, as if it were to compensate at least a little bit for the pain she has gone through. It tore through your own walls as every word she let go of were like a mallet against the bricks.

“I’m so sorry.” apologizing was pathetic, they were mere words at this point but you meant it even if they weren’t your sins to commit, you still asked for forgiveness if only your words could reach those who have passed then you would beg them too. “Im sorry.”

“I’m glad that its you to see me go than that demon. Thank you for listening to my story.”

You didn’t say anything as you continued to hold her dying gaze.

“May I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Please look after my family when I’m gone and if you can, tell them that I’m doing alright.” The woman tells you, a smile of relief stayed on her face, she trusts you.

“I promise, Nadya.” you try to mirror her smile but fails when more tears come out

“And please leave this place, someone such as you who is more sunlight than the bitter cold of this place do not belong in a place like this. You are meant for something far greater, I know it.” The vibrant thriving forest in her eyes began to die faster as he breathing became slower and her temperature dropped lower. This was it, to see another person die before you and you could do nothing about it. You mourned her and let the last wall break. Your heart  went with hers.

  …

  “What do I get in return if I help this family on the outskirts Twelfth?” Pantalone stands across you from his office

“ Everyone of my assets. I won’t be needing them anymore.”

“To give up one’s assets is the same as giving up everything you’ve ever worked for and your position and yet you’re willing to do that just for a family you never even met?” you could practically hear the gears in his head turning,  thinking as to what may be the cause of your appeal and when it clicks he smiles up to you

“So you know. Now will you accept?” you hate how he knows everything

“If I do, I would like to know what you will do after.”

“How about I surprise you Regrator? You love don’t you?” you sneer as he just smiles on

“I love surprises Twelfth.” he pushes a contract to you “Sign here please.”

You wasted no time in signing it and you felt lighter, all these did not have meaning anymore to you after yesterday. The weight was lesser as you left his office and heading towards your own quarters within the palace, you didn’t want to go to the place that was built from lies and deception, it was not home anymore so you opted for the nearest place you can at least get lesser memories from.

What you didn’t expect was that the man you were trying to avoid was there, expecting you inside already. He stood on the balcony that overlooked the jagged cliff below.

“Darling, I was expecting you.” he greets you, a hand outstretched towards you. You say nothing as you step forward, your heart already burning from hurt, anger and guilt. Holding his hand wasn’t the same and gone was the heart fluttering feeling you feel whenever he kissed you.

“I saw it all.” you spoke, not once did you look at him as you told him all you’ve seen.The things he kept from you, the conversation, all the things you’ve heard and felt.

“So you’ve been there,  darling--”

“You deceived me and I loved you blindly, Dottore. Now I wonder if anything of this was real ever since you became a harbinger.” tears began to flow down your cheek no matter how hard you tried to fight them back.

“It was all real my love, let me explain.” why did it hurt even more to hear him call you that, you didn’t believe it any longer

“Don’t you dare come to me and justify your crimes!” you never screamed at him like this in your whole relationship and you felt something break further and further within “You are just like them…”

It was true, the things he did was nothing different from how those who came after you, wanting your power. It was truly a burden, that damned blessing they coveted so, it destroyed you inside. And in your broken mind you dared to look up at him, the man was speechless for the first time.

“You changed so much over the years and now that I am presented with the truth, I could not see you in the same way as I did before. It hurts because until now there is still a part of me that loves you.” you hold your hand towards his cheek, maybe if times were different then it would not have come to this. “and I am sorry to do this.”

You are not willing to give them what they want and if this is the only way for their plan to fail or to set them back then so be it but it does not reassure the idea of them still bringing innocents into this grand conquest of theirs.

“What are you--” he feels warmth spread throughout his being, through every nerve, pore and fibre, he sees everything backwards but as it rewinds the memories of you are terminated from his memory drive, the conversation you have right now was even removed and instead replaced by one that made you into an enemy of the tsaritsa.

And in this fake memory you conjured he was ordered to kill you by a dagger to the heart. You released your hand, it took a toll on you, back finding itself against the doorway of the balcony. Manipulating memories were simply a part of the gift you carry and as you looked at the man before you once again, it felt different. You never told him about this part of your power.

“So the rat was here all along.” he smiles to himself, congratulating him for a job well done. He steps closer a dagger lurking beneath his coat as a gloved hand trails its way down your face. “It’s a shame to let a pretty thing like you go, you would have been a suitable specimen.”

“I will not submit to that foolish archon’s will.” you spat, making your acting more profound and then you feel it, the cold sharp sting that made itself home in your chest.

 Finally.

  It felt so light, so peaceful and so serene. There was no more weight on your shoulders. You felt free and you wondered as you look up to the sky with your tired but relieved eyes. Has freedom always felt like this? It was like being a bird in the sky, that soared through the clouds, eyes taking in anything and everything they see from above. Was this how those beautiful creatures felt like whenever they spread their wings?

It felt so warm even as your body touched the floor, all you could see was the sky, gray and gloomy as it may be but you saw your memories flashing by, the happy ones were stronger at least you would be carrying the memory of him not as the monster but as the man whom you’ve given your heart to, the man who held you when nightmares came to torment you, the man who read to you whenever it was your day off, the man who kissed you the hardest but held you softly, these were the memories of him you wanted to keep, even when it was fake you still wanted to keep it no matter how foolish it was  because to you it was a good lie.

You close your eyes, the very same ones he loved to hold gaze to. And as you feel your breath come to halt all you could ever feel and think was freedom. You were so tired of running back then and now you were weary from the painful truth. Selfish as you may be, you left the world with a satisfied smile.

  …

Ah, but that was your mistake.Overcome by your emotions you forgot that there was another. One that resembles him so much, one that represents him when he was too occupied with you in his grasp, one that was not your lover.

One that could never be him.

Your murderer.

  His mind that has solved so much complex problems could not even comprehend why you were lying on the cold balcony floor, his clone staring down at you as if you were just on one of your weird antics.

“What are you doing darling?” he asks, a foot away from the doorway. You meters away from him

“Oh? You’re here.” his clone smiles at him, something’s changed he can tell by the way it smiled sadistically towards him “If you were here a bit earlier, you would’ve enjoyed torturing this human but here we are.”

“Torture them? What the fuck are you talking about?” that was until he gets closer, a better view as to what has actually befallen you.

Deep dark crimson liquid bloomed from your chest like a slow moving fountain from the knife that was his, it was kept in the drawer of his desk in the mansion but alas, you were too good at bringing forth objects from different places. Your clothes soaked it up greedily, akin to how grass thirsts for water. It was not beautiful at all, not when it was you who was in that situation.

Dottore stills, it was as if he himself was frozen in ice. He looks at you, eyes as red as the blood that poured out of you. Time has stopped and he seemed to feel the cold nip at his very being. How could this have happened? Finally a question he does not know the answer of. And it frustrates him, it eats him up inside bit by bit. His heart thumps within his chest, he does not know of this emotion but it hurts, it hurts him physically, his whole body just aches and he does not know why.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” he finally snaps in rage, an emotion he’s quite well aware of, which he knows personally.

“I just did what her majesty told me to.” shrugs the other, the same face as his and the he realizes that this was the same face you saw before you died. The Tsaritsa never told him anything at all, as all orders are always relayed through Pierro and then to him, never had he directly received them from her.

He concludes that the clone did it on it’s own but for what motive he did not know of as it claims it was from the Tsaritsa herself. This one has become a failure, the closest a clone can be to being its creator.

If a creator can give life, it can take it away.

And so he did. He takes away the almost perfect creation that was made from his own flesh, with one bullet to the head it was all over. A gun, it was the most efficient way for someone who was not blessed by the archons he hated.

He does not feel any satisfaction as he watched the clone stumble back into the railing and fall into the cliff below. In fact he feels the numbing cold of the storm that razed throughout the center. He kneels down to pick up your limp body in his arms, were you this light? He does not care whether the blood soaks him too, in fact he embraces it as he embraces you.

 This was not supposed to happen, he was supposed to save you from further decay upon looking at your results from the day you collapsed. That was why he made the vessel but what use is it when you are dead. It was all for naught and he still does not understand why this happened. Had someone threatened you? Were you ordered to?

What’s more he does not get it when he looks at your face, the serenity painted permanently on your face, like everything that was weighing you down left you and now you’re free and happy in relief that you can be whatever you want.

“You promised you were never going to leave me.” his voice comes out as a whisper, hands pulling your body closer to his. He does not even realize he’s shed tears as he buries his head into your shoulder.

“Why. Why. Why. WHY?!” it sounded so miserable at this point as if he was sent back to being a child who was scorned by his whole village. The cold nights where he would curse at celestia for how pitiful his life is.

 He sat against the wall, behind him was the raging storm outside. Your body still encased in his arms with his coat wrapped around you as if to keep you warm. Time has long gone become irrelevant at this point, he just feels and feels until there is nothing else within the cavity of his chest, All of it going with you to wherever you are right now. And in the morning, when he has woken up, he does not find you in front of him, instead there was gold dust on where you once lay. Right, you too were an ethereal being.

He gathers it with no word, pale almost bluish hands struggle to put them all in the vial he has and as he gathers them, he leaves the pieces of himself instead, never to be part of him again.

 Maybe that was why the Doctor always has that ridiculously large earring that contained blue liquid but if you did happen to look closely, there were millions of tiny gold dust in it.

Maybe that was why the Doctor covers half his face in order to not be reminded of the color that drained from your body that day.

Maybe that was why the Doctor has become more cruel to people, more ruthless, calculating and toyed with everything beneath and before him.

Maybe that was why the Doctor kept the file of you still locked in his desk, the one you could not open. It was there where he put a detailed procedure on how to extract the power in order for you to live longer and in harmony and bliss with him.

Maybe that was why the Doctor let the other you stay in that tube forever, because he wanted to remember what you looked like, frozen in that age you left him.

Maybe that was why Dottore had completed the part of who he is right now through your death. 

    Dedicated to : @kozapple  (they requested it)

Happy Birthday :> mwah 

ill try to get some doodles done. If i dont feel lazy lmao

[silaswritesthings]

Pov: you’re one of Il Dottore’s test subjects

Summary: This is almost like a very short character study of Il Dottore where you are one of his test subjects.

Starring: Il Dottore, reader

Genre: Dark themes including experimentation and imprisonment.

Warnings: Dottore is a warning on his own, implied experimentation and tortre

Author’s note: I absolutely despise Dottore. As a Scara simp this is to be expected however he does have an interesting character so I wrote this.

Word count: 400 words

The touch of the sun was such a foreign sensation to you that the weak rays of sunlight burned your skin.

The doctor hummed as he observed you. “You seem uncomfortable, would you prefer a more customary environment?” You shook your head swiftly, why would you ever prefer the familiar confinement from your cell to the natural sunlight: albeit weak due to the snow that tickled your skin. Wasn’t snow supposed to be so cold? Not anymore. Everything about the way you interacted with your surroundings changed after you met the doctor, or rather after he orchestrated your meeting and kidnapped- saved you. He saved you, why did you find it so hard to remember that? Was the pain getting to your head?

The doctor sighed before tugging the chains attached to your wrists. “The medication must be so effective it has begun to numb your senses.” He walked around your form to stand before you. “Speak, how do you feel?”

You didn’t intend for tears to fall down your cheeks. It had been a rule you had set for yourself to never allow yourself to cry in front of him for if you were good he would allow more moments like this. Moments where you could look for the small humanity left within you to admire beauty. Not chemicals, not the screaming of children in the labs, not the breaking down of another prisoner- you mean patient. They were patients. You need to keep reminding yourself of this.

“I feel numb.” Your voice was hoarse as it echoed out into the cold morning.

“How peculiar.” He commented. “Your time is up. It has been 35 minutes, 5 extra minutes for not struggling against the chains.” He tugged on your chains as a signal to stand from the step you had settled on to admire the snow covered forest, rays of sunlight reflecting off the ice.

Dottore looked down at you, seemingly bored of your sentiments. “I don’t enjoy watching you cry when I’m trying to help you,” He drawled, he had much better things to be doing but he supposed you were deserving of his patience. You were a very cooperative test subject. And with that, he tugged your chains once more and you stood up before you followed him back into the lab.

You walked past various people screaming for help, some gazed lifelessly at nothing at all.

[staycait]

ofcc 💕I dont know anything about him but its okay 💗

might not be accurate so im so sorry hahahaha this isn't what I usually write but I have one more request on hold so please bare with me 💔 ALSO IM SORRY ITS SUPER BAD🥲😭you've been warned!!!

You were new to the Akademiya-- But no one was willing to show you around the school. Like, no one. The principal had to go off duty to show you around since the students were busy. (not)

You were seat mates with Dottore, and he took a friendly little liking towards you. He said he'd help you get around and tutor you in exchange of becoming his assistant in the Akademiya.

You were in no position to pass up in an offer like that, and you were desperate for friends. So you said yes. "It can benefit you both" you thought.

You usually found him in empty classrooms and alone in lunchtime in the cafeteria, no one wanted to sit with him no matter the circumstance.

A lot of people viewed him as an "Insane Sociopath", you never understood why. You sat down next to him, and that's what caused you to have no other friends and a reason for people to give you weird looks when you walked across the hallway with/without Dottore.

Also the more of a reason for people to target you to bully. But they were scared of Dottore so you always told him what would happen when you get picked on.

You both made great friends, shutting both yourselves from the world and talking about machines and how they worked. Making them as well.

People and classmates gave you weird stares whenever your eyes lit up and lips moving slightly upward just at the sight of Dottore, the teachers never cared though, they were too busy teaching and checking students' homework's and tests.

Having a stable friendship with him made people view you as a maniac as well. But you didn't mind, you could even care less if people called you a prostitute. If Dottore didn't care, then you didn't either.

Though people made fun of you two, you didn't mind. As long as you both had each other's backs then everything will be fine. Now the only thing you both have to worry about is the project that the teacher has given the class..

Dottore had done most of the work, but he'll be kind towards you and say you both had a 50-50 contribution. Since you've been the only kind person towards him, he'll treat that kindness back with well.. Kindness. He wouldn't wanna be rude to the only person willing to befriend him anyway.

You two came in 3rd place and you both celebrated that! Most of the people talked about how you both didn't deserve it and how this pair deserved it more. You were really happy and hugged Dottore out of happiness, it was unexpected because he hadn't had a hug so big before. He let out a sigh and hugged you back, smiling throughout it.

He was as happy knowing that he finally has someone to care about him, someone to spend time with him while not calling him a freak., someone to finally accept who he truly was.

[honeykaes]

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ

✵ death’s infatuation [part 2]

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✵ brat tamer hc’s

last updated: 04/21

[suguru-getos]

heyooo! dottore simp here 😩

congrats on 2k!!!

and since i plan on using that for my own selfish desires *insert evil laugh and sounds of thunder* here is what I think my relationship with dottore would be like 😌😌

i can imagine being zandik's work partner, like his assistant most likely and also the only one who calls him zandik! and while everyone's looking at him like "dude tf is wrong with u" I'm just standing behind with heart eyes like "yes, that is the love of my life"

he is a busy man for sure, so if he doesn't have me running a few errands and he's just sitting there and writing notes and all, he'll have me sitting on his lap 👀👀

kissing him on the lips is hard with the stupid visor/mask thing so he'd just kiss my forehead instead!

I'm a short bitch, and he def takes that as an advantage for teasing.

y'know why he got 'em chubby cheeks? it's because i stuff his face with food i make <3

he'll just hide me in his coat when I'm cold, i know it.

he'll also just be tinkering around and shit, and just start randomly making things for me <3 (like a ring, I mean-)

though he's a sadist at heart, i don't think he'd ever hurt his lover to bring them anything but pleasure because he's never really felt that acceptance from anyone else

also likes his hair being played with. will never admit it, but he does.

i am aware that wasn't a little but like, I'm a material gworl, en

Thank you for sharing the things in detail love, I love me a material gworl 💅🏻

En’s 2k Event

“Come on, let me show you just how much value to me you have,” Zandik’s voice echoed through your throbbing cunt, your legs wrapped around his shoulders as his nose nuzzled more into your core.

“Look at how you tongue fuck someone,” he smirked, chuckling gravely when your hands landed onto his hair, tugging at his scalp for more, wanting him more, blinded by pleasure.

“Zandik— I’m so close, please—” you knew he was sadistic and at most, how much he loved being in true control over you. How much he loved watching you quiver under him. “Such a good little thing,” the pace of his tongue toying with your clit increased.

“Hold on for as long as you can,” he took out a stop watch, smirking as he put the timer on. “If you cum in less than a minute, I will have to punish you pet.” He started lapping onto your cunt again, as if it’s his last meal. <3