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Being the favourite patient of Dottore

A repost from my old blog that was shadow banned.

Okay, but what if we feed the idea of Dottore mayyybe having a favourite patient, and mayyybe be falls on the yandere side of things with them, like there are no records of you bar the initial entry documents, a few minor experiment logs and a sighting or two by lab assistants, just enough to let everyone know your not dead or dying yet not enough for anyone else to try an have you for one of their tests, before having you be swept away to whatever test or lab he had sequestered you in.

Being kept under sedation most days and only waking to see one of the segments bringing you food and feeding the idea that your post-op and in recovery, there is nothing to worry about and that your doctor will be in to check on you in a few, upping whatever is being dripped into you and waiting till you drop back into sleep before wandering off to continue working.

Maybe his hands shake for the first time in years when he comes to see you, drinking in how you look in the bare minimum patients of his get the thin cloth gown giving him such giddy enjoyment at the sight of you so bare yet still covered.

Fighting off the want to mark up your skin, to burry his teeth in the meat of your thigh as he pushes your legs open, gloves thrown away for the moment as he knew no one would be coming through those doors, no one but perhaps one of his segments and they can't truly judge him.

No matter how many times he wet his lips they still felt dry, as if the sight of you, chest rising and falling so softly was enough to make him need to lick his lips but maybe he wouldn't need to, maybe he could, he could just kiss you, feel your lips against his own and use your spit to wet his lips.

While your lips are slightly chapped, they felt like heaven to him, a perfect mix that would drive him wild, so he would devour every touch of your lips that he could, hands firm as they roamed down your hips dragging against every line and bump, every mark that smattered your skin as he finally drags his fingers to the apex of your thighs, hoping that you would still be able to respond, to enjoy this even in the sleepy haze of drugs.

There was never a moment he had felt missplaced fear like this, not when your eyes had flickered and slipped open and looked at him, slurring words and whining as your mind took stock of the feeling of his fingers working you open, the rough material of his slacks against the back of your thighs, the lack of warm breath fanning across your face as he leaned over you, his face a mess of blurring muted colors and bright blue streaked movement.

"Shhh, Shhh, It's just a check up your surgery was a success, Now we only need to make sure everything is okay, back to sleep- that's it... It's okay, it's all okay, just let your doctor check you over, You'll let me do that won't you? Make sure nothing goes wrong, and that your kept perfect-nothing if not perfect for me..."

The mumbling and whines die off as he fiddles with the drip and increases the sedative, the moment your limp and back in that soft state is all he needs before moving to press further into you, eager to have you more fully than ever before, and the short moment you had been awake, had said his title as you woke was all he needed to finally go through with the final claim on you, to pull back and shuffle his slacks down just enough to free his cock, to sigh with the satisfaction of just how much of you was going to be his.

Lets think about this, cause I am.