#yandere dottore x male reader

[yourheart-inmyhands]

My brain is acting up again 😭

Yan! Diluc, Zhongli (I swear I love this man) and Dottore having a conversation with their darling and out of nowhere they spill facts about how to hide a body or make it decompose faster.

If they ask how they know they just chuckle and continue their conversation.

They got it from Reddit fr 💀

- Weird anon ✨

ah i am also obsessed with death and decomposition, with a good mix of anatomy, though i try to avoid just finding random facts, i buy textbooks and research books about the topics to further my knowledge on the subjects :3c

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, mentions of violence, lots of talk about death and facts about death, creepy behavior, as well as other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Diluc:

He finds it amusing at first, not really commenting on it and simply letting it be. Soon enough though he starts sharing facts of his own, making minor corrections or suggestions to the ones you bring up. Sometimes he even adds on to what you already have, changing the course of the conversation momentarily.

It’s not talked about often but Diluc is no longer allowed in Snezhnaya for a reason, he’s seen more than his fair share of bloodshed and has no problem offering you better suggestions than what you previously thought to be best. 

He makes a little game out of it, even going as far as to offer to test your claims. Diluc doesn’t see the harm in it, if anything he’s merely indulging in your interests, bonding with you over it. Strange as it is, he thinks it’s fun.

“Did you know the main reason why corpses smell so bad is because when people die, their bladder empties out?” Diluc chuckles at your question, the conversation shifting from possible dinner options to that of death was nothing new to him, yet it never failed to amuse him. “I did. Did you know it’s because when you die every muscle in your body relaxes, which means anything in your bowels is emptied out, no longer held back?” A bit of a tangent never hurts, especially not when it comes to a topic you seem so sporadically fascinated with. Diluc could sit here and watch you talk about this endlessly, the way your face suddenly lights up as you blurt out a random, off-topic fact. It was like seeing a kid walk into a candy store.

Zhongli:

Zhongli takes it a bit too seriously, often correcting you on common misconceptions or myths. He’s still lighthearted about it, but he doesn’t want his beloved darling to be in the wrong about this kind of thing.

He’d hate to see your spirit crushed by someone else, their offense to the sudden topic change springing up as a rebuttal. He’s simply protecting you this way, making sure that no one can challenge anything you say.

All his knowledge doesn’t come from nowhere though, so do keep that in mind should you ever try to challenge him on anything. Not only has he lived far longer than you, but he and his spear have seen, and done, many things

“Zhongli! Did you know that after death, your hair and fingers still grow for a short period of time?” Pausing mid-explanation, Zhongli processes what you said before smiling fondly at you. “No, my gem, they do not. It is actually the skin shrinking back from loss of moisture. That movement of the skin gives the appearance of the nails and hair growing.” Zhongli doesn’t falter even the slightest in his correction, merely stating it as if it were common knowledge, which it ought to be. This is a fairly common occurrence, with your little interruptions being met with either encouragement from Zhongli, or simply corrections.

Dottore:

He’s probably the worst to bring this up around as he likes to make a competition out of it, going back and forth about gruesome facts until one or the other caves.

Not only has Dottore learned a lot about death, but he’s been responsible for just as many. His knowledge far extends past the random facts you collect.

It’s not surprising that Dottore knows more than you, he never holds it against you though. Every time he wins a little bit of the banter between the two of you he sees it as a win for both of you. You get more facts and he gets to assert his position of higher power over you.

“Rigor mortis occurs 6-12 hours after a death but can last 18-36 hours before the body returns to being soft and floppy.” Dottore doesn’t even falter as you shift the conversation, easily following your lead. “Suffocation is more than just a painful way to die. Oftentimes victims of suffocations will try to free or save themselves to no avail as their limbs will cease function, this is because their brain is trying to preserve oxygen which leads to them being unable to free themself and dying.” The smile on his face is only a few inches wider than normal, his eyes twinkling with the same challenging shine that always comes through when you bring up death. If you weren’t well aware of his affections for you, you’d almost believe he loved talking about death more than he loved you.

[throwaway-yandere]

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 [Yandere!Dottore/Reader]

a/n: this fic is 100% dedicated to @leftdestiny-posts and they would know just how much they had inspired me in this fic once they finished reading it HAHAHAHAH. P.S.: the classical songs mentioned are actual songs. Yes, the title is half a joke. Here's the spotify playlist if you're curious.

Unreliable Synopsis: You cannot remember your past, but your doctor has been with you every step of the way— and he's more than willing to spend some time with you outside the hospital. Still... did you always have pure white hair?

CW: yandere themes, light body horror, manipulation, its dottore, c'mon LOL.

Concert II "Tristezza Di Fine Anno", performed by the Morespoke Philharmonic with their conductor, Lady Columbina, began nearly an hour ago. And you had the fortune of hearing their songs for yourself.

The well-dressed crowd filled the seats, behaving in what was appropriate for their high station. It was fully booked. The music overwhelmingly masked anyone's breaths, if they had one to start with. Her program can be felt deep in the audience's bones. Rattling them in each sforzando before it lulls down through the sound of her handpicked musicians— with Lady Columbina as the lonesome soloist when the moment calls for it.

"This piece, Symphony No. 5 in C-Sharp Minor, is not Columbina's own making, she had failed to mention that," your company hummed. "This was by another composer who hid behind the name Safed. They were a self-fulling prophecy. Do you wish to know what they said about this piece?"

You said nothing as Zandik— Lord Dottore— stroked your unnaturally "white" hair.

"They said that nobody understood the piece and that they wish they could conduct the first performance five centuries after their death."

Zandik smiled.

"What say you? Do you think those words are true?"

Your company was a tall and thin man with artificially pale-ish skin and wavy blue hair. His eyes were reportedly bloodshot crimson, although you had not received proof of that in this lifetime. But, you were drawn to his deep ocean-like colors, and that was enough to keep you mildly complacent to his strange remarks.

Zandik is surprisingly a considerate man, but he must've brought you with him for a reason. He told you himself that the reason he brought you out of your prison-like hospital room was a mere experiment on his behalf. Paradigm-shifting consequences of his strange social experiments with you are likely to occur, and he cares not for its ethical debates. He won't ask for rhetorics; these to him are tangible outcomes and no questions will be entertained.

All except his.

"I think… "

The composition had a serene, slightly asymmetrical feel to it. You were certain this was Lady Columbina's creative liberties at play. Something about it did not capture its true authenticities. The show purported to narrate three stories: the first concerned a judge who had to find a loved one guilty; the second concerned a prince who drove their beloved into despair; and the final was a tale of a knight who disregarded his obligation to defend a loved one.

But it felt incomplete. As if there was a missing piece— a secret fourth act hiding between the notes and stage.

"A person can't completely mourn for something they would never experience," you told him. "But even so, if I were Safed, I'd feel like my effort would've been a waste."

His eyes remained trained on your hair as you spoke. Zandik seems to dislike it. Unlike his cells mixed with engineered nanomaterials, yours are uniquely… "natural". His hair has a color intensity, whereas yours was the presence of every color— as physics explained it.

"Something they would never experience…" Zandik repeated, tasting the words on his tongue— a smirk etched on his face as though it tasted like bitter irony.

You continued.

"I have a hunch that Safed put everything they worked hard on all their pieces because Lady Columbina wouldn't have performed it otherwise. Since all the songs on the concert's program are marketed as underappreciated compositions, I would… um… infer that they also questioned their works and ultimately themselves if it all had worth in the end. Hopeless for the lack of attention, they probably thought there's more hope if they lived in another generation."

You wanted to say, though you're not sure where this negativity came from, that they probably despised how their well-crafted works were ignored and their sloppy yet significantly more popular compositions angered them.

But you're not Safed. You don't want to put words in their mouth.

".... Hmm, an acceptable hypothesis— a decent one, even," whatever monotonous response Zandik wished to convey, his voice betrayed his grand satisfaction. "Yet I won't give you any confirmation."

"I know."

Zandik laughed.

"The next piece is Norn's Adagio for Strings Op. 11, before the closing Symphony No. 6, better known as Pathétique Symphony, in B Minor Op. 74."

You tilted your head innocently. "Pathetic?"

"Another piece by Safed. It's a Fontaine-translated title. It's originally named pateticheskaya, which meant passionate or emotional, not at all pitiable."

He crossed his arms, insulted as though he was the one who came up with the original title.

"Roughly half a millennium past, the masses attributed Safed's demise to the strains of their final composition, the so-called Pathétique, a mere nine days preceding their exit from this mortal coil. The prevailing narrative spouts a tale of a tragic surrender to the clutches of undiagnosed clinical depression. I find such simplicity in analysis rather pedestrian, wouldn't you agree?"

You took a while to process his inquiry before hesitantly nodding.

"I… I think so."

Zandik smiled.

It's hard to tell if it's genuine, especially when such a protruding mask hides his eyes. Should its existence vanish, you aren't certain you'd see a soul within his pupils either.

"Safed hated this piece, believing it should be cast aside and forgotten. They were living in the woodlands when they wrote it— and when they decided to live with their benefactor, it was suddenly difficult to tear them away from their work."

You nodded to cue that you were still listening.

"They have an incredibly deep connection with their works. One might say they see in tunes rather than color."

You nodded again.

"Your inclination towards a perpetual affirmation of propositions, presumably to veil any potential lacunae in your cognitive purview, does not escape me. It is, if I may be so bold, your agreement that conceals your specter of unfamiliarity, right?"

You rarely understand a word he says when he is in this passionate state. You just nod as if you knew.

"Adorable," Zandik chuckled.

His voice was chillingly low yet… comforting. 

"Your sincerity constitutes an enchanting facet of your comportment."

He had to be teasing you.

"Although…" Zandik grabbed a few locks of your hair as though it was slimy and unpleasant— quickly retracting them with a disapproving tilt. "You could stand to utilize more (h/c) hair dyes. How is it conceivable that it has returned to white yet again?"

You opened your mouth but Zandik raised a finger.

"No. I am the scholar here. Do not answer."

You giggled. "Understood, Doctor."

He grinned, inadvertently showing off his pointed canines.

"What a good test subject you are, my dear (Y/n)."

Whether good was a subjective or objective assessment or not was up to interpretation.

The mid-concert intermission began, allowing Lady Columbina's pressured musicians a 20-minute sigh of relief. Zandik ushered you to the back where the Lady Harbinger reposed on a white sofa, her cheek brushing a visibly soft and cloud-like pillow. The bright backstage lighting made her seem ethereal.

She looked like heaven, but Zandik would argue that "(Y/n)" is the true epitome of the word.

"Greetings. As expected, you'd initiate conversation at the earliest convenience." She cooed. "You look younger today, Doctor."

"You know very well that I do not take that as a compliment, Columbina." Zandik scoffed. "How many times will we rehearse this canned script until it is a learned lesson?"

"Perhaps it shall end on the day you refrain yourself from recreating… perspectives."

"Since my encounter with the Dendro Archon, I have not revisited that notion."

Columbina's gentle smile dropped coldly. "You know that your segments are not what I am referring to."

You looked back and forth between the two. Each of them was a distinctively unique person and it's a challenge to take your eyes away from the other.

Hence, when you felt Lady Columbina's eyes on you, you shook and straightened yourself before bowing stiffly.

"G-Greetings, Lady Columbina!!!"

Her gentle smile resurfaced.

"Greetings to you as well, dear Safed."

You blinked.

Dottore clicked his tongue, and Columbina laughed softly.

"Apologies, I meant to say (Y/n)— that is the name you go by in this era of humanity, right?"

You'd rightfully claim that between the three of you, you were the most human. Zandik has his clones, Columbina's origins are of strict secrecy, and you are a mere amnesiac patient. But the way she addressed you was sounding awful like stripping you away with that sense of humane identity.

"Yes? I guess?"

Columbina delightedly buzzed in your reply. "(Y/n)— truly a lovely name. That must mean that you're very healthy! It warms my heart to hear that name again. The other ones had terribly dull names, but if the Doctor had given you this title, then it must mean his research is finally drawing to a close."

Her remarks made little sense. You know little about yourself and trust only the Doctor's judgment. Should you trust her words, then it must mean (Y/n) isn't your real name…

But… that doesn't seem right either. 

"Not quite, the name deserves no celebration," Dottore replied happily. "I merely ran out of translations. Bianco, Wit, Bái— what else is there? Ancient Natlan?"

"Scientists truly make for terrible poets— Why not try Inazuman?" Columbina offered.

Those words must have had a heavy weight to them because Zandik pondered for much longer than expected.

"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind," Zandik muttered. "Although it is preferable it does not have to reach that point."

"May I ask why did you bring them here?" Columbina asked.

"It's a bit of an unconventional experiment, but I've been exploring how to elicit positive associations with certain stimuli. Exposing them to music as I accompany them should cause them to associate the emotional response it elicits with being around me." Dottore hummed. "It would be asinine to put them in a chaotic yet controlled environment such as a theme park. While a racing heart may be effective, I shouldn't risk a (Y/n)'s well-being by subjecting them to roller coasters."

"Are you sure you're not the scared one?" You asked cheekily. Zandik rolled his eyes.

She shook her head.

"What a roundabout way of saying you're taking them out on a concert date…"

Columbina looked at you once more.

"Oh, but (Y/n), you appear unwell, my dear…" she pointed at stage left. "Why don't you fix yourself up in the nearest restroom?"

Dottore raised an eyebrow, which made you want to decline Columbina.

"I'm r-really okay, Lady Colum—"

"I insist."

Columbina smiled wider. Her laced mask cast a gloomy shade on her visage.

You had no other choice.

"O… Okay."

The halls that led to the restroom were mostly empty. Perhaps it was due to Lady Columbina's performance that made them patiently await the next song.

But there was one young man you encountered along the way. He had blonde half-way braided hair and purple-ish eyes. You paid him no mind as he circled a small rectangular paper, likely the concert's ticket, between his fingers. However, within a second, that paper vanished.

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously, wondering if your eyes played tricks. He laughed, noting your attention.

"Ah! Sorry," he cheerfully gestured a small wave. "Didn't mean to practice in public."

The blonde man approached you with a smile.

"You're #9805, right?"

Immediately, you both got on the wrong foot.

Your nose scrunched, "I prefer (Y/n)."

The man flinched. "Oh, yikes! I'm not making the best first impression— nice to meet you (Y/n)! I have something for you."

You thought he was handing you his concert ticket for a moment but when you took a good look, it was a grayscale brochure.

And a white tulip…

"Um…"

"Needless to say, I'm something of a—"

"Trickster?"

"Magician, but an astute guess nonetheless!" He laughed sheepishly. "I was waiting for you, I thought you wouldn't go to the restroom."

So, did Lady Columbina plan this?

You caressed the binding and skimmed through the pages. "What's this for?"

"Father said you might be interested in its contents," the young man said. "That's all."

You blinked.

"... Are you saying you missed out most of the concert just to hand me this?"

He laughed awkwardly again. "My dear sister says I have a habit of missing a hint of romanticism when it counts, so I guess today's just one of those moments."

"Did you not like the music?" You scoffed, temper rising.

"Did you hate the composition? Did you not understand the e-emotion behind the chords? Don't you understand just how d-disrespectful that was?!"

"Woah, woah, I didn't say any of that." His eyes widened.

He didn't expect your voice to crack.

"I'm so sorry if you're offended— are you one of the original composers?"

…

You took a deep breath.

… Why were you mad?

… Why did it feel like those songs mean more to you than meets the eye?

"Sorry, I just…" You shook your head. "I guess I'm not feeling well. Oh, no, I'm so SO sorry…"

An unknown part of you thrived to hear him praise the music. That same part pitied the composer who worked day and night to perfect their piece. It's an ugly voice, but it was sincere.

… What was wrong with you? Why did you suddenly lash out? What was going on?

"Oh, well there's no need to be sorry then." The blonde man took his hat off and bowed.

"Farewell, Mx. (Y/n)!" He grinned. "The greatest magician in all Teyvat will take his leave. Thank you for your time!"

With the sway of his dark cape, he disappeared.

You entered the restroom to wash your face. It didn't do much to soothe your nerves. The lingering dread for your strange emotional mood swing remained.

To distract yourself, you read through the article.

The Enigmatic Legacy of Composer Safed

In the annals of musical history, few figures emerge as enigmatic and hauntingly captivating as the orchestral composer, Safed. Born five centuries ago amidst the ancient woodlands of Sumeru, this ethereal musician seemingly materialized from Vanarama with no familial relations.

Huh… So it's about the one who wrote the previous compositions earlier.

No wonder that blonde man asked if you were one of the composers. He was being a smartass.

A Fiery Finale: The Pathétique Symphony

Legend has it that in their final act of emotional expression, Safed penned the "Pathétique Symphony," a composition so emotionally charged that, overwhelmed with disdain for their creation, they purportedly set ablaze their woodland home. Seeking solace and escape, Safed accepted the benevolent offer of a city-dwelling benefactor.

…

…

Safed… burned down their house?

No…

No, that's not how you remembered that.

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

That's not what happened. "Safed" didn't burn their house down.

Suddenly, you stilled. Your thoughts ran wild, but your inner rationale tried to force them to a halt. This peak in anxiety did not make sense.

… Why would an amnesiac like you know what happened?

A Swansong: Il Dottore's Beneficence

Their benefactor, now celebrated as our Lord Harbinger, Il Dottore, welcomed Safed into the city's heart. It was here that the truth unfolded: Safed had been grappling with hearing loss for years, an affliction that fueled their artistic brilliance yet cloaked them in a muffled world. They were unaware of their disability, yet thrived in their field.

…

…

Wait…

Before you began to read the final paragraph in Safed's brochure, you hurriedly went back to Dottore and the composer's vintage photographed portraits.

After seeing their face, you dropped the brochure in the restroom's sink.

You saw their face.

You saw YOUR face and Zandik's.

But not quite. That was you, but at the same time, it wasn't. Zandik looked stiff in those photos with "you", likely a product of the time since Kamera photography was used only in rare formalities that required a bit of dress up. But the "you" you saw was sickly way beyond the formal costumes. They had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair, but yours were all white. 

White…

Safed… That's the Sumeru translation for white, isn't it?

Bianco, Wit, Bái— they're all translations for "white", aren't they? And if Dottore and Columbina's earlier conversations were to go by, the one after you would be named Shiro.

…

The one… after you?

"Tut tut."

You trembled at the familiar sound.

You slowly turned your head around and there he was, leaning against the restroom door.

"You were in the restroom for too long. It appears my suspicions were not unfounded."

Without waiting for a response, he approached with large strides. His gloved hands seized your stressed shoulders. The grip tightened harshly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze. Blood trailed from the corner of your mouth, and your anxiety heightened. He angrily bared his sharp teeth as he watched it stain his gloves.

And yet Zandik looks…

Sad.

And distressed.

He pressed his earpiece.

"Test Subject #9805 exhibits troubling symptoms. Hematemesis suggests a severe physiological response. Persistent manifestations of albinism in ocular and follicular pigmentation indicate underlying deformities. Immediate isolation is warranted for the researcher and subject's well-being."

His hand was cold. Skin imbued with silver nanomaterials after several operations, reminiscent of the age-old philosophical question: "Is it still the same ship if you gradually replace all of its parts?" 

Then Zandik did something unexpected.

He dropped his hold and you prepared yourself by shutting your eyes as he swung his arm.

To hug you.

"I'm sorry, I have failed you again, (Y/n)," Zandik muttered. "I should not have raised my expectations."

"W… What? Why are you putting me in isolation?" You asked, rattled. "What have I done?! I just— I didn't do anything wrong! What did I—"

He shifted, dragging your arm to hug him back as though you were a little girl's doll. Zandik rested his head on your shoulder, shaking slightly.

"In your innocence, no fault lies. I thought I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and met unfulfilled expectations" Zandik gritted his teeth, voice somber. "Despite centuries of refinement, it appears that I still have room for improvement in perfecting the process… I was right. This deserves no celebration."

The doctor laughed sadly.

"When will I ever be proven wrong?" He asked himself as he wiped the blood off the corner of your lips.

He pulled away, pecking your forehead.

"I'm sorry."

Those were not the words you expected from his mouth, and yet you heard it more than once. I'm sorry. It does not fit his character, nor does the tender yet cold hug he had given prior.

You're scared. You're terrified. You know what was bound to come. You know what awaits you. White walls. Silence. Separation.

Solitary.

Far from a choice. Far from negotiable.

There's no amnesty.

And yet, the words flowed from you naturally.

"... I forgive you."

You have no idea why you said what you said. There's no certainty that you believed your own words. Zandik's lip twitched downward.

"You should not," Zandik croaked. "Why? Why must you always forgive and accept my selfishness? Do you derive satisfaction in seeing me in this state?!"

You opened your mouth to answer but were stopped abruptly as he grabbed your hair.

Zandik had always favored you compared to other patients. You know this very well. He's an evil man and the list of actions he had done that had harmed you in the name of science is at least two pages long upon your awakening. Yet, you were sure he liked you enough for he told you of his new exciting experiments. He scolded you when you left his research institute for fresh air. And he would hold your hand whenever you dreaded those thick injections.

You just didn't know he had it in him to fold from his intimidating facade just to kiss you like a desperate man. 

Breathless under his control, he softly pressed his lips against yours. His lips were chapped and cold, and he took you in gently as though he'd break you. Zandik, as strange as it was, still seemed to prioritize your comfort over his needs. Normally, this tension would've made him so short-tempered. But this will be your last interaction. The doctor tasted your blood in his mouth, and he was nauseous at the thought of hurting you more. But he stopped. Even though he wishes to force all his pent-up desires onto you. Even though he wanted to love you thoroughly that you'd forget your name again.

Zandik whimpered quietly as he pulled away— sounding like a dog that would not sleep that night. What was left in between was a thin disappearing line of saliva and blood that quickly broke off.

The doctor should be happy he finally got to have a proper date with you after 9805 failed attempts. 

But he's not content.

He was about to lean in for the second time but stopped himself. Selfish. To think he nearly saw you two finally walking down the aisle. Why was he always so selfish when it came to you? But those rhetorics mattered not in your head.

You were silenced. You were held.

You were loved.

"No." Zandik breathed in, laughing humorlessly. "No— I am the scholar here. Don't answer."

And you will be disposed of.

"Take them away." He spoke to his men calmly. They had entered long enough to witness what he had done. The men did not hesitate to grab you, thinking Dottore thought you no more than a mere toy.

But calm was deceptive. It does not convey the distress that chokes him.

Maybe…

Maybe in the 9806's trial… he'll have you as he always wanted.

The Fatuus that escorted you in was gentle. A silent guide. The expression on her face was clear that she wanted to extend her apologies as well but mustn't.

You already have a white tulip in hand.

Arlecchino already sended her regards in advance.

When she opened the door by tapping a card against the lock, she bowed her head. You let yourself enter without a fight. The room was pure white with the rest of the furniture matching the drapes. But Dottore didn't just provide the necessities. There were books, sketch pads, and other recreational materials.

As you were about to approach the center, something was off on both sides.

You looked to your left.

Two clear mirrors divided your room from the others. There's a sign on the left wall. Code #4135.

You stood, shocked, grieving at the sight of your predecessor. They were a mirror of you but with a different name— and an even worse state.

One had made a slight sound coming off their skin— rotting slightly. There's a tube connected to their mouth and you could see yourself— you could see them dripping. They had your face. Their hair and eyes were white. The nose was gone, leaving a gaping hole. Their neck was cricked back at an unnatural angle. You don't know if they're still breathing. They're still bleeding. They must've bitten off their tongue.

There's a lone white blanket that covers the rest of them.

You think they might be dead.

You think "you" might've died more than once.

THUD!

You jolted at the sound coming from the wall behind you. Upon seeing their body, you froze.

Code #032.

They were but a head. You wish you could only focus on that aspect, but you looked lower and your hair raised. They cannot feel the same, for they were almost only a spine left. The rest of them were their skeletal frame, guided by thin lines one can barely call flesh.

Their head banged against the mirror. The thought that the sound was what made you flinch earlier made you unwell.

They seem to be telling you something. Their breath fogged up the glass and their thinned white hair splayed across your view. Their mouth said something urgently you couldn't comprehend because their tongue was paper-like in size.

#032 was shaking. Their pain grew vivid in every movement that the room was starting to spin. You sensed their turmoil.

They looked like death.

You all looked like death itself, both the pretty and ugly ends of it.

"Don't." You whispered, begging as you knelt to their level. "You don't have to speak."

You laughed deprecatingly.

"We're not the scholar here. He is."

In every syllable, you saw the outline of their esophagus strain. The nerves were blueish purple. The little skin they have left on their cheeks is sunken. Their lips were gnawed, likely as a response to the pain they'd gone through previously. Fists of bone tapped against the glass, and you quivered, imagining their pain.

You were not afraid of them. You only mourned their anguish. In fact, you feel at ease to be in the presence of yourself from the past.

It reminded you of what "Safed" had allegedly spoken years ago.

Nobody understood the pieces you made and you wished you could conduct the first performance five centuries after your first death.

And now, here you are.

Seeing two "people" who do understand you.

And they share your face.

"Pathetically", the only one that can understand you is yourself.

You're all flies trapped in a web that the predator refuses to wrap and consume out of pity. Compared to the others, you looked fine.

But your lungs were blistering.

Despite their deathly ill and mutilated bodies, you were the one bound to die soon enough.

His experiments worked.

You love him.

You love Zandik.

And how tragic it was that the person who learned how to love him was doomed to perish.

In your last minutes, you recalled something vital:

As an outsider, your body was not meant for this world, but after encountering the woodland creatures and Zandik, it became tremendously difficult to part ways with it.

You coughed up yet again with a gentle smile on your face. Maybe you're not dying…

Maybe you're just returning home, for every atom in your multiple bodies was once part of the galaxy.

You are (Y/n) (L/n).

And you were not from Teyvat.

Much like the rest of the descenders, you have a quirk about you that sets you apart from the norm. For the travelers the world reveres today, it was their distinct determination and questionable age that was remarkable. Yours slightly titters to an inhuman level.

You can "clone" yourself.

Zandik and the "original" you wouldn't phrase it in that manner, but it's the easiest way to describe your talents.

"So, it is cloning." Zandik paused. "Mind letting me in on the science behind the process?"

He was an ordinary student when you both met. Far from a doctor, but at least he was a registered scholar in the Akademiya. Zandik didn't have an eloquent tongue as he does in the present, yet his curiosity burned all the same.

Which is why, back then, you thought his questions were cute.

Not dangerous.

"It's not that I can make copies of myself without consequences," you humored with a grin. "I'm just making… fragments of myself. Segments, if you prefer to call it that. It's a common ability for the people back in my world. None of us do it excessively— especially since we're kind of an invasive species." 

Zandik raised an eyebrow, "is that a commendable trait?"

"My kind says so. Whether good is a subjective or objective assessment or not is up to interpretation." You answered noncommittedly. "I don't think that's right. Our soul splits apart until we're just… empty. We lose some memories in the process."

"But functioning?"

"In a sense, yeah, but we lose a part of ourselves like memories and well, hair color, I guess." You nodded. "Why are you so curious?"

"Since you have rejected my confession, I want to try my hand at seducing a copy of yours instead," Zandik said. You couldn't tell whether he was joking with his naturally piercing red eyes. "Until then, you are not allowed to asexually reproduce without my authorization. Understood?"

You laughed. Unaware of his arsonist crimes, you willingly indulged his words.

"I owe you my ears, so it's only right that I'll listen to your commands, Zandik."

"Good." Zandik grinned, shark-like.

"What a good test subject you are, (Y/n)."

Centuries later, that closing sentence will continue to remain true.

Since then, his life has changed. Multiplied, even. Upon studying your genetic makeup, he found ways to duplicate himself as well. Despite his feats in science, Zandik remained unhappy.

Deep down, all the Harbingers pity the Doctor who cannot save his most loved one. That includes both Columbina and Arlecchino.

No one protests even when harmful orders are given; everything appears fine until the symptoms are felt. Because the organism— the astral descender— has no nerves or voice, he continues to assume that the patient is not in pain.

The patient needs peace but because they are not to speak, they remain silent, and the need persists.

The patient wants to eat and breathe fresh air, but because such desires might hurt the feelings of the doctor who thinks he has done everything needed, the patient remains quiet, contemplating desires out of fear of reprimand.

The original (Y/n) (L/n) suffers in silence. In a white room only accessible by a man who continues to nurse his unrequited love: Zandik.

No one else can enter this room.

He won't allow it. Only he can be obsessed with you.

The thought of you haunts him like a smiling reflection upon window panes— like a gift of a Trojan horse with nothing but your echoing laughter and hospital monitor beeps inside. Your thin limbs were marching clock hands with rusted gears that miraculously function till the end of time.

What is immortality for if every day was a death loop?

It is such a lonely concept…

You ought to be thankful that he's willing to be your eternal company.

"I endeavored to elicit a reciprocation of my sentiments from the latest subject. Regrettably, their discovery of my antecedent experiments transpired prematurely. Nevertheless, as asserted several times, it remains but a temporal inevitability until an iteration of yourself succumbs to having an interest towards me." Dottore hummed.

He held your feet.

He held Test Subject #01's feet.

If you spoke up, he would've bragged about how he was right. How people do love your songs. But no one knows if you can't or won't answer him. This one-sided conversation is the punishment for his hubris.

He took out a sharp knife and cut off one of your toes. You no longer feel any pain as you bleed into his hands. What a kind man the doctor is, for he blocked all your pain receptors years ago. It's a good thing you regenerate quickly.

That's what he loved and hated about you.

You only gave and gave.

But you never ran out of soul. You never ran your heart fully dry— and that left you ill. Zandik could never let you go.

You're already a part of him.

Hence, he must not make clones of exaggerated memories. He wanted your perfect yet healthy replica.

Praise be the white corpuscles extracted from your veins which had brought him new life. You were the reason for his research. You were the breath that gave his segments life. You were his muse, much like he was yours.

"Fear not, (Y/n)," he reassured with a measured tone. "Upon my mastery of the arts, I intend to reinstate your autonomy and awareness. Perhaps then, you shall find the organic inclination to reciprocate affection toward me by the 9806's trial. Until then…"

In other words, give him more time and he'll reinvent love.

He leaned his forehead against yours.

"I'm so, so sorry."

And ultimately, he'll reinvent YOU.

"Can I have another piece of your scalp?"

"No."

"Do you not understand the weight of this research or must I expound on it further in another three-hour presentation?"

"Alternatively, you could start by saying that you're sorry," you raised an eyebrow. "I'm still not over the fact you randomly cut a piece of my ear when I was asleep, doctor. You know, I heard from the aranaras that white tulips are given to someone when they ask for forgiveness."

Zandik smirked.

"Regrettably, it seems that such an occurrence is unlikely to transpire. Do not expect such words and gifts from me."

You smiled.

"We'll see, we'll see."

Taglist (pls notify if you wish to be on the taglist for the last two): @average-yandere-enjoyer @pix-stuff @sagekun @vennnnn-diagram @dilucragnidvr @tnsophiaonly @lsleepysimpl

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Alphabet with Il Dottore

Yandere Dottore x reader

This man is something else. (Yandere alphabet request here)

Masterlist

Warnings: murder, violence, torture, experiments, isolation, Dottore is a warning in himself

Word count: 2559

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

His love is extremely intense, it swallows you whole. He’s really outright loving, but his eyes reveal his deep obsession. He will gift you expensive gifts. He also loves to engage in intellectual conversations with you and he uses that as a way to bond with you. Of course you cannot even compare to his intellect, but he still enjoys your insights in different matters.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He won’t stop at anything. You will be his and that’s final. He will kill everyone standing in his way. He doesn’t care if they are your loved ones or not. He will betray the Fatui and the Taritsa if it so comes down to it. He will even burn down Teyvat and take great pleasure in it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He loves to mock you. He finds it amusing how you are so utterly naive as to trust him. Sure he did abduct you against your will, but you decided to give the madman a chance. This soon you came to regret. In the earlier stages of your captivity, he won’t miss the opportunity to criticise your intelligence. When you have stayed in his mansion for months, he won’t mock you that much. He really does love you after all, but he still find your naivety and stupidity amusing.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He will experiment on you, but worry not he will be gentle. It’s just that Zandik cannot get enough of you. He needs to know anything about you, so if he has to pry you open so be it. He really promises he will be as gentle as can be. He will also do anything in his power to protect your health. He will be strictly monitoring your diet and sleeping schedule, and he will do daily checkups. He can be really overbearing, but he promises he means well. Is just that it can be quite hard to believe so when he’s grinning from ear to ear reveal his sharp teeth, a syringe in his hand filled with your pretty crimson blood.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Underneath his big ego, he’s insecure. Though his insecurities aren’t that many, it still bothers him. His childhood still has an imprint on him deep down, even after all those years. He is afraid of you seeing him as a monster (he is well aware that his actions aren’t exactly helping). He hates how an intelligent man as himself allows himself to have such insecurities. Despite his rather well collected being, he will latch onto you at whatever given opportunity. He deep down seeks your approval, though he will never admit that out loud.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Zandik would be both angry and amused. He would laugh as you attempt to kick him and he would grin when you managed to scratch him. He let you fight back till his patient runs thin. You need to remember your place beneath him. He won’t admit it out loud, but he’s hurt when you don’t reciprocate his feelings. He will isolate you further with no human contact for two weeks. Your food would be sent through a hatch in the door.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is a game for him. He loves watching your pathetic attempts at escape. Who needs a good opera when he can watch you make a fool out of yourself? He will purposely plant ideas off escape in your head. He will laugh when one if his segment brings you back to his feet. Of course he will punish you, but you will also be rewarded for your creative escape method. Don’t be fooled even a man like Dottore has his limits. If you try to escape multiple times after one another, he will reach his limit. He will secure your chambers more thoroughly and spend more time watching over you like a hawk. You are his after all.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience was when you woke up strapped to a operating table. You had noticed Dottore standing to your left with an expressionless face. His scrubs where speckled with red spots. Your blood. You have tried to kick agains your restraint in an agile attempt at escaping. To your horror your feet didn’t move an inch. When you stretched your neck as far as you could, you could see neat stitches on your heels. Not short after you were thrown into a small room without any windows. The walls where padded in white cushions, keeping you from harming yourself. Your anaesthetic didn’t take long to wear off, leaving you with unbearable pain. He left you in that room for days, having some servants bring you food through a small hatch.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wishes for you to truly love him. You will get married after some months. He really doesn’t care about kids, but if you beg enough he may agree to having maximum two. At first he wished for you to contribute to his experiments, but he soon changed his mind when he saw how weak and pathetic you were. You needed to keep your innocence and he will not let you see his experiments unless if they’re completely finished. That is however, only if you have been good. If you as much as think about going against him, he will drag you to his lab. He will have you staying in one of his remote manors, safe form the Fatui.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Dottore gets easily jealous. When he sees someone else talking to you, no matter the gender, he will immediately get jealous. How dare they to talk to something that belongs to him? How dare you talking to other people than him? He will creep up behind you and snake his arm around your waist and pull you flushed against him. His grip bruising. He will stare the person down with a gaze as cold as ice. With a tight grip he leads you to your bedroom and bids you farewell with a gentle kiss. It’s not hard to track down the poor soldier in a remote corridor inside the Zapolyarny Palace. Dottore brutally mauls the soldier with a hunting knife making him suffer as much as possible before he leaves him to bleed in the dark and empty hallway.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He is found of physical touch only with you. He can be quite doting, but only in the privacy of his mansions. He will give you gifts fitted for you taste, but if he feels like you need a reminder of who he is, he will throw in some morbid gift in order to get a raise out of you. What do you mean by that you don’t like the shrieked bunny head? If you push him enough, he will surprise you with a elegant packet present containing some human limbs or intestines.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He will at indulge in intellectual conversations with you. His obsession will blossom from the first day I sees you, already sealing your fate. It doesn’t take long before he pricks you in the neck with a needle, causing you to subsume to darkness. He will lock you up in his mansion and do his courting there. He’s really confident and he won’t tolerate any snarky comments about his so called flirting.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He can be quite the gentleman when it comes to you. He is however not trying to conceal his true personality, so he lets his sadistic tendencies run free. The first time you meet him, he seemed like a sophisticated gentleman with tremendous intelligence and knowledge in both technology and medicine. His gentleman mannerism was however only extended towards you. You quickly became familiar with his rather eccentric personality.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

If he hears about you misbehaving from his segments or catches you in the middle of an escape attempt, he will with crazed eyes drag you into the nearest laboratory. He will inject you with liquids that burn inside your veins (don’t worry he won’t use anything that will cause you harm, only pain). If your misdeeds are grander, he will see fit to breaking some of your toes or fingers with great joy. However if you didn’t do too much, he will only lock you in a remote room with no stimuli.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You have no right to venture outside without him. If you even are allowed outside that is. He will have complete control over your diet. You are not allowed to meet or even mail your family and friends. He lets your read to your heat content, but the books have to be approved by him. When a year has past since your abduction and his trust in you has increased, he will plant a tracking chip in your neck. You can only hope the chip will grant you more freedom.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He prides himself on being an extremely patient man, but when it comes to you he really struggles with being patient. He has a thoroughly thought out plan when it comes to getting his hands on you, but it all seems to crumble quickly. He is not used to not having control over himself and it frightens him. It doesn’t take long for him to isolate you in his big manor.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He would be completely devastated if you ever died. He would work day and night in attempts at restoring you. His long nights do pay off when you finally wake up. If you end up successfully escaping, he will find you. He won’t rest until every stone in Teyvat is turned. He will avoid missions from the Taritsa in favour of bringing you back into his arms where you belong.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He feels absolutely no guilt for abducting you. Why should he? He takes great joy in your discomfort. You are the most perfect specimen and you need to be protected from the horrors of the world. He will never let you go, no matter what. You will be his for eternity and he will never leave your side.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Zandik had a terrible childhood. He never fitted in and got driven out off his village with pitchforks. When he first saw you, he was entranced by your kindness and beauty. Kindness didn’t fit in the Fatui and he hadn’t experienced it in all the years that he had lived. He quickly fell in love with you. He is also really curious about all the different emotions you stir in him. It’s all so very new, but not unwelcome.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He finds it both extremely amusing and a little irritating. He will mock you and laugh at your misery. If you get too loud he will get annoyed. If you isolate and refuse to speak to him, he will get extremely angry and punish you. Even though he is cruel, he still wants you to love him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Il Dottore will experiment on you. The experiments he preforms on you are however quite mild (unless it’s a punishment). He doesn’t want to permanently hurt you. He often makes you feel like a rare specimen under a microscope, with his eerie blood red eyes staring at you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Zandik have never fitted in. He has always been an outsider and it has greatly affected him even though he claims that it hasn’t (he knows it deep down, but is way to proud to admit it). If you give him a sense of belonging he will trust you almost wholeheartedly. If you use this in order to escape he will be absolutely furious. He will find you and drag you to some remote place and isolate you for how long he sees fit. You will never be able to escape him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Zandik will hurt you if he sees fit (which he most definitely will more than once). He takes great pleasure in seeing you shaking in fear. It makes him feel a need to protect you. He loves being in control and loves to heap you into whatever he pleases, but worry not he will always keep your personality. He does love you after all.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He absolutely adores you, though it can be quite hard to notice. He will do absolutely anything for you (except letting you go of course). He will burn down the entire world in your favour, nothing can escape him, but he won’t need to. Not when his silver tongue convinces you to stay with him. He does however prefer if you put up a fight. He needs excitement in his life after all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It can either go weeks or years. When he’s younger it’s most likely going to take a year or two before he makes his move. He’s so engrossed in his studies and experiments so he doesn’t have much time for courting you. After a few years he will snap and kidnap you. When he gets expelled from the Akademiya he takes you with him.

When he’s older it will only take weeks from when he saw you, to him kidnapping you. He has lived for so very long and can’t be bothered to wait. He is the second Harbinger after all, he have all the power one could want so he doesn’t need to wait.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would break you over and over again if he feels like you needs it. He will fix you again only to break you the next time you disobey him. He doesn’t want you as a shell of yourself since he finds that boring, plus he really does love you in his own twisted way, so he won’t break you too much.

[yanderehsr]

Yandere Lyney, Zhongli, Dottore ((why not)) Neuvillette and Tighnari bring up the idea one day that they want a baby but darling dislikes children so she keeps changing the subject or ignoring the idea all together completely shutting that thought down plus the very idea of it makes her stomach cringe having a baby with them

I have a good idea which 4 I'll pick here, Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Suggestive in all of them, proceed at your own risk

Zhongli: You can't tell me this guy doesn't want children with you at all costs, so when you change subject and reject the idea, it honestly hurts him a bit, did you not want to have children with him, isn't he good enough. He can't deal with that, he is going to have a child with you no matter what you say.

All Zhongli needs is to slip you some nice sleeping aids, and he'll whisk you away to somewhere so far removed from society that only he knows about it, you have only yourself to blame here, if you hadn't rejected him then this wouldn't be happening at all, you will wake up sore with Zhongli cuddling you, you have no idea where you are and you feel strange, weird huh.

"This wouldn't be happening if you just accepted it from the very beginning. I am sure you'll be a great mother"

Dottore: Let's be honest here, this freak doesn't do this because he has a kink or because he genuinely wants a family, these children serve two reasons. One, they will bind you to him, it's something of a possessive bond. Two, they are experiments plain and simple.

Dottore also finds a bonus in all of this, he can use children to threaten you to be compliant, he doesn't care about your refusals or your discomfort, he just wants to pump a baby into you so it's easier to get you to obey. He doesn't even hide it and that's what is scariest.

"Wake up, I have confirmed that it worked this time... why are you crying, aren't you happy to have a child? No matter, you are having it whether you want to or not"

Neuvillette: He has brought it up to you so many times and each time you either change subject or completely shut the idea down, it's honestly starting to get to him a little, shouldn't the ultimate goal of any female be to have a child, that is atleast what he understood from other humans.

Neuvillette isn't someone who would force you to have a child, that would go against his morals, or the little morals he has left after kidnapping you, you can at the very least be happy he isn't someone who would force this, he will continue asking tho, hoping that one day you will say yes.

"I just wanted to bring up the subject of potential future childre-... Oh, ok, I understand, could you tell me how your day has been at the very least"

Tighnari: Fennec foxes mates for life, meaning they only get together with one person ever, and that so happens with you, Tighnari does want children but wont force anything if you don't want it, that is until he enters his heat.

Tighnari before a heat will force you away from him, but this time he forgot, and you happened to walk in on him during the heat, he would catch you quickly to have his way with you, he can't really control what he's doing here, but when he goes back to normal he finds himself happy instead, he is sure you'll make a great mother.

"Well there's nothing we can do now about it... you don't need to be so sad about it, I'll be with you every step of the way, MY mate"

[ezri261]

Personal Assistant...

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 3

Part 2

Warnings: Belly bulge, size kink, hair-pulling, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, cursing, pet names, creampie, nipple play, teasing, sir kink, overstimulation [tell me if I missed anything]

NOTE: This is my first time writing smut, so if it's bad, please don't mind it

"ngh-... Sir- I don't think we should- aGH! Be doing this..."

The two were currently at the place that Scaramouche was hiding in currently [yk, bc he basically disappeared after the gnosis disaster] and the so-called 'reward' that Scaramouche promised... Was this.

"Relax, don't you want your reward? You should be grateful that I'm even doing this to you, brat"

Scaramouche spat on (M/N)'s dick and started licking the tip, pre-cum already there

"You're turned on just by this? Pathetic"

He then proceeded to put his whole mouth in his dick, swirling his tongue around the base, (M/N) couldn't control himself any longer so he grabbed Scaramouche's hair and slammed into him, making Scaramouche gag.

"Fuck- Sir, your mouth is so good..."

"mngh!"

Of course, he couldn't say anything as he was busily deep-throating (M/N), he couldn't say it didn't feel good though.

The (H/C)-colored male suddenly felt something form around his stomach and he didn't want to cum yet... So he took Scaramouche's hair and pulled him up- And oh my... The face that he was making turned on (M/N) more.

"What the fuck are you-!"

(M/N) carried him to the bed and threw him there and immediately pinned him, with both of his arms at the top of his head.

Scaramouche was angered, to say the least, but it quickly went away when (M/N) started kissing and biting his neck, quickly forming a hickey.

"You idiot-! That formed a mark- ngH~!"

While Scaramouche was busy trying to get away from the male, (M/N) slithered his other hand under his shirt and started playing with his nipples.

"Sir, please let me."

"Tch- Fine, if you this doesn't satisfy me, then you're good as dead"

That's all it took for (M/N) to completely undress Scaramouche, leaving his boxers on, the cold air brushing over his porcelain skin.

"Hey! It's not fair that I'm the only one that's naked!"

(M/N) quickly undressed and immediately went back to kissing Scaramouche's skin, going down to his v-line.

He went to his thighs and kissed near his private area, teasing him a bit.

"Please..."

He tugged on his boxers and took them off, carelessly tossing them aside, making Scaramouche's dick feel the cold air, and honestly? It made him shiver a bit.

(M/N) got the lube from the nightstand [how convenient] and poured a generous amount on his fingers and prodded his finger at Scaramouche's entrance, wanting to tease him for a bit.

"God damnit-! Just put it in!"

"Shut up, slut."

"What did you just call me- o-oHh~!?"

(M/N) shoved his finger inside, making Scaramouche squirm and try to hide his moans

"mmph- ah.."

He was already close to cumming from just one finger, but don't worry, that's why (M/N) is here.

"If you cum just by this, I won't hesitate to leave you alone and deal with this yourself."

It sounded like a threat, and Scaramouche was not taking any chances- even if it ruins his pride.

(M/N) smiled to himself and kissed Scaramouche's forehead, telling him that he's a good boy.

He then inserted a second finger and felt a bump inside.

"GOD-! AGh~"

'Oh? So this is his good spot, huh?'

(M/N) started thrusting a bit faster and It made Scaramouche moan in ecstasy, making (M/N) smirk.

He started scissoring him so he loosens up more.

"Ple...Please...- AHg~! GoD- Put it in al- already!"

"How impatient... But I guess I'll do what you say, sir~"

(M/N) pulled his fingers out, making Scaramouche whine at the lost sensation, but it was quickly replaced with the taller male's dick sitting at the top of his entrance.

Scaramouche stared at it with wide eyes, wondering how it'll fit- Now he regrets being impatient.

"I'll put it in now, sir, tell me if I need to stop."

He slowly inserted his dick into Scaramouche's ass, it was tight and it made Scaramouche tear up from the fullness and how it was stretching him, it felt like his ass was on fire.

"Shhh, shh... You can take it, right, sir?"

(M/N) kisses his tears away as Scaramouche babbles incoherent words, making (M/N) only whisper sweet nothings into his ear, before fully bottoming out in Scaramouche.

Scaramouche arched his back before going back down, trying to catch his breath before looking down and seeing a bump on his stomach, well- not really a bump, it's more like an imprint of (M/N)'s dick.

"Oh~? Look, darling, it's me inside you."

(M/N) pressed down at his stomach, making Scaramouche groan.

He wiggled his hips, giving (M/N) a sign to move.

He kissed Scaramouche as he started moving, [as I am writing this, everything is getting blurry LOL] making both of them moan into the kiss.

"Go- AH- fast~er!"

(M/N) obliged and went faster, putting both of his arms on either side of Scaramouche's head to balance himself and not fall on top of the male under him.

Scaramouche, the supposed scary harbinger, broken down to a moaning mess, under a person who's an assistant, a person who is supposed to be under him.

But did he mind? No.

"hAH~ NGh... P-pleAse!"

"Please- hah... please what?"

(M/N) knew what he wanted, but he wanted to make the harbinger say it out loud.

"gAh~! Hha- Hah- breed me- fuck into me like you mean it!"

"Haha... How slutty of you, sir."

He pressed down on Scaramouche's stomach, making the male moan, even more, not being able to form a single word, and had tears rolling down his cheeks. (M/N) smirked at him and kissed his tears away, saying sweet nothings to him.

"Such a good boy, taking my dick so good"

Scaramouche could only moan in response, and it seemed like (M/N) didn't like his response, so- he trailed his hand towards his neck and started choking him, just the right amount where he could still breathe.

"I expect an answer."

"YE- YES~ I-I'M YOUR GAH~ GOOD BO-Y~"

Scaramouche started twitching and tightening around (M/N), meaning that he was about cum.

"Cum for me, baby."

With that, he released his seed onto his stomach, some of it going onto (M/N)'s stomach too.

But even with Scaramouche finally done, (M/N) didn't stop his thrusts, making Scaramouche try to squirm away.

"I- I ju-st came! MhN~ Pu-pull away!"

"You can take one more, right? Tell me you can, right baby?"

He nodded as he couldn't form a single sentence, he was already seeing stars from the overstimulation he was receiving.

"Such a good boy, just for me."

He pulled out and he switched Scaramouche's position, so now his ass was up, head down on the pillow.

He thrusted in roughly, making Scaramouche arch his back and moan into the pillow, some saliva dripping down.

(M/N) coos at him and pulled his hair and pushed him down at the pillow even more.

'Shit- I'm about to cum...'

His thrusts were becoming more sloppy as he was trying to chase his own release, making Scaramouche cry out in pleasure and pain, trying to chase his own release too.

"I'm cumming-"

"Inside-! Inside pl- haH~ Please!"

He thrusts in one last time and painted Scaramouche's walls white, while the said male moaned in ecstasy and came on the bedsheets.

(M/N) pulled out, seeing the white fluid run down Scaramouche's thighs, as the male plopped down on the bed, exhaustion taking over him.

The taller male caught his breath and cleaned up the mess before finally going onto the bed with the already sleeping prototype.

BONUS

While the two were sleeping, the smaller male scooted next to (M/N), making (M/N) unconsciously drape his arm around the smaller male

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The ginger was looking for the (H/C) haired male and sees that he wasn't in his room, so he informs the other harbingers.

A/N: BRO, I STARTED THIS ON 11PM AND ENDED AT 12AM, BYE

Taglist: @kyaaii @sarahyumiko2 @yunadxd @yourdadisabitchboy @justakiro @leafinapuddle

Part 4

[onirique-amaranth]

⎮The Doctor's Assistant⎮

⏤ Characters: Dottore⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Dottore, top/dom Male reader, fingering, getting caught, implied obsessive behaviour, jealousy, size kink, tongue fucking

⏤ 4.400 words

You were one of the last recruits of the Fatui. You haven't been here for long and unfortunately, you were accepted in for your strength and knowledge about weapons, so you knew nothing about the Fatui itself. When your superior proposed you to work for someone since you were new, you were confused, none of those names that he was giving were familiars.

You said one of the numerous names you remembered, uncaring of the outcome when you pronounced the name 'Dottore', your superior's face lost all his colours. With shaky hands, he wrote down your application before leaving in a hurry, mumbling something about 'living a great life'.

You learned later on that he was the 'Doctor' that famous Harbingers for being a monster and killing anyone that would even just dare breathe next to him. This famous doctor who had no to little regard for human life.

Everyone was already considering you as a dead man, they were sure that you would not be here anymore the following week. He had no reason to keep you alive after all, and his temper was as bad if not worst than the Balladeer, there was no way you would not make a mistake that would cost you your life. The day you left to meet him, everyone bid you goodbye, most did not even try to learn your name, knowing it was over for you.

And like they all thought, you made a mistake. But one thing saved your life, your knowledge about Ruin Guards and history. Theses were the only things that helped you staying alive. It happened the first day, while he was working on one of his experiments, you noticed how he misplaced a piece as he was rebuilding a machine. When you tried to tell him, it was your mistake, the interruption made him lose his temper, as he turned to you suddenly, he took away your left eye. You fell to the floor at the sudden pain, holding your face as you look up with difficulty when he ordered you to talk.

“Now, talk. You dare interrupt me, so finish your sentence at least…

Before I kill you.”

It was your end, you knew it, there was no way you could escape this fate. So with angry eyes, you look up at him, ready to spat on his face.

“My apologies, your highness. You misplaced this.

But since you're so smart, you know it's supposed to be on the left shoulder, right?”

Silence took over the room, the tension sending shivers down your spine, but you refuse to look away. His red eyes almost glowed as he glared at you, the pressure making your legs shake as you knew you had already done it. He looks at his experiment, moving the piece you talked about and suddenly, the machine lit up as it seems like it was the last thing that needed to be changed. When Dottore turned back to you, you closed your eyes, ready to accept your death.

But the pain never came, as you thought he was going to torture you instead of giving you a simple death. A hand was placed onto your cheeks, his thumb stroking your jaw gently.

“Tell me more.”

Your knowledge was the only reason why you were still alive. It took you some months to earn his respect, but finally, after some time you became his assistant. He has never been a nice person to begin with, and even less sympathetic to work with, but you made it work. You asked yourself why he kept you alive, and the answer was simple: you had the brain, and it was a good enough reason for him to keep you around. He was not nice nor bad with you, he was just doing his thing.

He got used to your presence rapidly, as you were around him most of the time; he was always working for hours, slouching over his desk as he spent more time on any fragile part of the new experiment. He could sense you in the background, preparing what he needed without waiting for him to ask for it, you were so used to him and his antics that you could almost predict everything he would say or do.

Dottore tolerated you, you were still only someone useful to him, but you were still treated better than any other subordinates. You were well-behaved, not talking without a valid reason, and would ask for permission before doing anything particular. He would always say to the other Harbingers that you were annoying, but any time someone would suggest to him another assistant and to get rid of you, he would refuse immediately before leaving.

He could admit that his workplace has never been this clean and easy to work in before. And slowly, he started to be nicer, you weren't expecting much from the start, but he grew comfortable enough to sometimes ask you your opinion, and let you have a day off once a week.

It was as if you always knew what he was thinking, before he could ask for someone to drink, it was already placed beside him. He needed something? It was already on the metal table. He wanted a report, it was written on his desk with every annotation he required. A material was missing, you were already out buying it. After some time, he decided to make you move into the room next to his workplace, so you were never too far away.

At first, you never had the time to meet the other Fatui, they all thought you were dead when you did not show up after a week. In reality, the work hours with Dottore were hellish, and you had little to no time to do anything, so your day was just: waking up, going to work, finishing all the tasks of the day, going back to your room and sleep. Your disappearance became a mystery, since Dottore himself was not going out too much, neither of you were seen.

But at one meeting, which Dottore was forced to come to, Pierro's order, he entered the room with you following just behind. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, the three Harbingers present has, themselves, never saw you once. And your appearance was quite surprising, but not in a bad way. Childe could not help but send a wink your way when you looked at him accidentally, which earned him a glare from La Signora and Scaramouche.

Except for your person that was quite attractive, what surprised them the most was your position, as an assistant, for the Fatui, you were a nobody. But you were here, walking as if you were a high-ranked member. They had never seen someone standing so close to him without dying, the only exception being the other Harbingers… and yourself, now. Quickly, the rumour spread and you became someone respected among most, some other rumours were circulating about how you managed to stay alive, but they were all quickly shut down anonymously. Among the Fatui, you were untouchable, rarely seen outside and if you were, it was along one of the craziest men.

Most of your new subordinates respected you and your life was quite peaceful. But this peace was sometimes disturbed by Dottore, anytime he would have a random excess of rage about a recent failed experiment. If you remember good, it was after the fifth time that he stopped injuring you in the process. It was not like it was calming him down to hurt you anyway, since you got used to the pain, and after some time, you stopped reacting as it became something typical. You would just stay in your spot, unmovingly, waiting for the rage to vanish.

It took you another set of months to meet the rest of the Harbingers since you had no reason to see them in the first place. You had the occasion when Dottore send you to deliver a report to Pierro, surprisingly, he trusted you enough for this. On your way, the other nine Harbingers were getting out of the meeting room. As you bow immediately, hiding your face to not get into trouble, you hear someone stop in front of you. You never raise your head, even as a hand was placed on top of your head. The calm voice of the 11th Harbingers reaches your ears.

“Hm… Isn't that… Dottore's assistant?

My My, what a pleasure to meet you again.

Such a great surprise. Is that my birthday gift?”

As he urged you to stand up, you hesitate, unsure if it was a trap to give you a punishment. Thankfully it was not, as he just wanted to talk to you. Actually, he was the one doing the talking since, after months of working with Dottore, talking was not something you were used to anymore. And as you replied, your raspy voice send a shiver down everyone's spine.

You're taken aback when Childe throws his arm around your shoulders casually, or as casually as he could, since you were taller than him, and it forced him to stand on his tiptoes. La Signora was snickering behind him as the Balladeer was looking at you up and down. Childe suddenly asked you if the next day was your day off, making you suspicious, since he had no reason to know this. Even if it was, you weren't really trusting him. In the end, he still invited you to spend some time with him, which you were forced to accept or else you would get killed. Behind your back, Childe was showing a victorious face to Scaramouche, giving him the occasion to talk to you without Dottore in the way.

The next day, Dottore was working as always, in complete silence, since you weren't here, there was no sound of you rummaging through something behind his back. At first, like any of your day off, he was enjoying the silence, but as minutes and hours passed, he grew tenser as if something was missing. Usually, even if you were free to go, you would at least pass by once, just to make sure everything was all right. But today, he never saw you or heard of you, leaving a strange feeling consuming his mind. He left his workshop in the middle of the night, frustrated to an infinite extent as you never showed up like he expected you to. He even brought your favourite drink, which he threw in the bin as he left, angry.

He heard loud voices in the corridor, familiar annoying ones as he recognized immediately who it was, Childe and Scaramouche. He hated them, actually, he hated everything and everyone, but these two particularly, with how insufferable they were. As he passed by them, Childe greeted him with a big sincere smile, his behaviour took him by surprise, even Scaramouche has a gentler smirk than usual. He stopped dead in his tracks out of shock but turned around suddenly when he heard your name get out of Childe's mouth. The sentence that he pronounced made him grit his teeth.

“See I told you that you were going to have fun today.

Isn't he great? And this face and body~ ”

Everything became clear in his mind, you did not show up because you were out with the Balladeer. Who in their right mind would go out with that thing? Suddenly, he noticed how he was not really liked by his subordinates either and took back his words. But still, why would you see him, it made no sense, you never had the occasion to speak with him or Childe anyway. With a frown, he heads to his room, talking to himself, promising that you will never have a day off again. He would not allow it.

And that's how, the next day, when you entered the room, Dottore was standing in front of you angrily. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and an annoyed look on his face, he did not even start work on his new experiment yet, which was surprising.

“So… The Balladeer, uh?”

Your blood ran cold, how long has it been since the last time he frightened you that much? You try to remember any rules related to having no contact with the other Fatui or Harbingers, but nothing came to your mind. Your hands started to shake, knowing it was over for you, you had made your second mistake. As he took a step forward, hand raised, you close your eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came, a hand was placed on your torso as Dottore pushed you, making you fall back on the chair behind you. Your mind spiralling, trying to understand what he was going to do, torture perhaps?

One of his hands found its place on your shoulder as the other was resting on your thigh. Before you could process what was happening, he sat down on you, legs on each side of yours as he looked still quite angry. He grips your jaw tightly as he spat each words with so much venom.

“Whose assistant are you?”

“Your assistant, sir.”

“Then why were you with this fucking brat?”

The silence was loud, your mouth opening and closing uselessly as you didn't know how to respond. Dottore had the urge to slice your throat open, but at the same time, he knew it would be a shame to lose someone like you. The Balladeer was the one who needed to get taught a lesson, as he needed to understand that he should not take what was not his. But for now, he had to make sure you understood your mistake. You have been so perfect until now, he gave you everything, but you still left to go out with someone else. With his twisted mind, he was not able to notice how bad his logic was, as he is just your boss, nothing more, but he could not accept it.

He listens as you apologize, but the confusion was still noticeable in your voice as if you did not know what you did wrong. How could you not understand? It was as if he was going to let someone else enter his workplace as you weren't there, it was inconceivable. He had no rights to do so and neither did you have the rights to be close with any other Harbingers. He did not care about the other subordinates, he could just kill them if they were becoming annoying.

You were lost in your thoughts when he grabbed your jaw again, dipping his fingers into your mouth suddenly, forcing your tongue to loll out. He leans forward, sucking on your tongue as he starts to grind onto you, your body reacting on its own as you get hard. What you did not knew, was that he had no experience, and he was already on the edge. But how could you notice it when he was moving like that on top of you. Each roll of his hips was hypnotic, and you could feel yourself drool at the thought of him sitting on your face. You needed to keep your mind in check before it becomes uncontrollable.

You lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up, hips jerking forward as he grew more and more sensitive. He needed more, but his body was already out of stamina. He feels your grip on his hips tighten as your rut against him, an animalist look in your eyes as you lost control of yourself. After all, you spend the last year following him everywhere he went, without a break, never having enough time to be alone and tend to your urges. So what does happen when finally someone offers themselves to you? You go crazy.

Dottore feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he felt his body heat up, a powerful warmth coursing through his body as he was captivated by your blissful face. It seemed like you saw Celestia, you looked at him as if he was your god, finally offering you a sweet release. He gasps as you become rougher, his insides clenching around nothing, he felt too sensitive and wanted to take a break. But as he was going to lift himself up a bit, you forced him down by his hips, you grab his hands, moving them to your neck. You lifted your own hips, rutting your crotch against his clothed ass.

He could feel your length, your breath itching as you bite down on his shoulder, drool covering his shirt as your body is quivering. Your eyes were closed as your body falls lax against the chair, your head rolling back as the sweet feeling takes over your senses. The man on top of you was taken aback, was it that good for you to almost pass out? He starts to think about how you could make him feel that good too, and his thoughts send him overboard.

For the first time in his life, Dottore was not seeing you just as a smart assistant, there was something else. As something clicked in his head, the way you would talk to him, when you would take care of his needs, and the way you move. Nothing about you was innocent or sweet, it was screaming intimidating and lustful, but he never noticed until now. His eyes were going from your parted lips to your blissed-out eyes, before going down to look at your pants. He never saw you in this light, as an attractive man that could, if he wanted to, have anyone kneel in front of him. But no. This man was his assistant, staying in his workplace all day, not caring about anything else than his well-being and experiments.

He leaned forward, licking your lips before kissing you, a strange taste now lingering in his mouth, but he could not recognize it. The way your lips were pressing against his, was making him blush crazily, he wanted to make you feel the same way as he was. He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his pants and yours, your dicks sprang out as his mouth waters at the sight. He could not help but feel embarrassed at the length difference, not only his was shorter but also thinner. But he was sure that he was in the norm, so why were you so big?

As he tries his best to wrap his hand around both shafts, his cheeks heat up at the laugh coming from you, and you look amused as his small hand could not do much. It could barely wrap around your cock only, and this guy was trying to hold both at the same time. You let go of his hip, placing your hand on top of his, holding both your length with one hand, as you start to move it up and down slowly. Teasingly, you look at the doctor straight in the eyes, seeing how he was panting, fighting the urge to cum.

His eyes widened as he just realized that he was in the middle of his lab, perched on your lap as your hand was jerking him off. Anybody could enter the room, most Harbingers doing so without knocking, at any moment they could see you. But as he was going to tell you to stop, your thumb started to play with his tip, forcing him to hold onto your shoulders for dear life as he was losing his mind. Your hand was so warm around him, and the way your cocks were rubbing together was driving him crazy. Slowly, you move your face to his neck, licking the side before biting down, hard. The pain sends tingles to his arms and brain.

The doctor was practically choking on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out loud moans, fucking into your hand. Your thumb playing with his tip, gliding slowly as it lit his nerves on fire, pleasure overwhelming. He was sobbing against you, drooling all over your shirt, so embarrassed at the wet noises filling the room as your hand was almost drenched in his precum. He was crumbling slowly, and you used this opportunity to tease him, stopping all movements of your hand as you lean back, removing your hand from his length. He chased after you, he was so close, and he needed your touch. Your kisses on his jaw paired with some bites distracted him for a second, before you play with the tip of his cock one last time, making him cum instantly.

You watch with hungry eyes as he keeps cumming all over you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching uselessly.

Before he could process what was happening, he was laying on his back, the cold metallic table sticking against his damp and hot skin. As you kneel in between his legs, he wraps them around your head tightly as your tongue slid deeper into his ass. He was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, the feeling of being eaten out made his mind go crazy. Your strong hands holding his thighs apart, head squished in the middle as you lap and suck at his hole, your nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

As he grinds against your tongue, head rolled back as he cries out, unable to keep his noises in, he could feel the knot snap against. He spilt all over his stomach, some drops falling onto your face and hair. As you gently lap at the cum oozing out of his tip, the sound of a door opening is covered by his loud whimpers. The two Harbingers freezing at the view in front of them, Childe and Scaramouche were flustered to no end, seeing you in this position as you make Dottore loses his mind. They leave immediately, but the image could not leave their heads. As they stand in the corridor, still processing what they saw, they look at each other, cheeks red and body temperature rising up as they head to their room, hiding the front of their tight pants with their sweaty hands.

You wanted to fuck him so hard, but his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out on the metallic table told you it was enough for today. He was pathetic, but he was still your boss, and so you decide to please him one last time as you watch his cock hardening again. Dottore whined when he heard some wet sounds, he raises his head, legs instinctively closing as he saw you wet your fingers, your eyes meeting. If you could not use your cock, you could at least help him a little, so he would be able to correctly jerk off to the memory later. You brought one finger to his hole, followed immediately by another one, the foreign feeling heightened his sensitivity, each drag of your fingers into his body send him closer to the edge.

He moaned raspily, throat dry after crying and whimpering for so long. He could see his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling freely from his eyes, the stimulation making him discover something new. When your fingers hit a particular spot, you can't help but smirk, the third finger being added quickly as you slammed them against his prostate. He cried, hips grinding down as he forced two fingers into his mouth, silencing himself. You stretch him more, thrusting your fingers in and out. And before you knew it, he was screaming, cumming untouched as he empty himself over your face, mumbling your name as he gives you the most fucked out smile ever.

His fuzzy mind was not able to comprehend whatever was happening around you, but you were able to. And when the door opened, a single person entered the room too lost in their thoughts to notice the scene in front of them. Pantalone froze on the spot as he raised his head, Dottore laying on his work table as you're kneeling in between his legs, face covered in his cum as you lick your lips. He watches as the doctor's head lolls to the side, too out of it to see who he was looking at, a dumb smile spreading across his face. As he was going to turn around to leave the room, thinking you did not notice him, he sees you licking your lips with a satisfied face when you looked at him, straight in the eyes. You give him a big smile before sticking your tongue out, the black-haired male blushing violently as the door slam behind him.

Dottore barely understands that someone saw him like that, embarrassment hardly reaching his brain, as he grabs a tissue to clean your face. He was weak in the knees, his body too tired to move correctly as he stands up, motioning for you to help him. With shaky legs, he falls onto the chair, panting. He tugs your face closer to his by your hair, kissing you softly, moaning as the gentle feeling eases his aching heart.

As you were going to leave the room, still hard but glad you gave your boss a good time, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you. Jerking you off quickly before letting you cum in his awaiting mouth. Immediately, he tucks you back into your underwear as he buttons your pants. He stands up, leaning against the wall for support as he grabs your jaw to kiss you one last time, acting as if he was not blushing like crazy.

Dismissing you for the day, satisfied with what happened, convinced that you were not going to see anyone else. You do as he asks, just taking the time to squeeze his ass before doing so, just to annoy him. You doubt your life was in danger anymore anyway, after what just happened. When you got out, Pantalone was still there, back leaning against the wall as he looks at you up and down. He makes a strange sign before leaving, hips almost swaying as he walks, as you stand there half-confused at what he meant. While somewhere else, Childe and Scaramouche were separately jerking off to what they saw, imagining themselves instead of Dottore. It's true that you were his assistant, but it did not mean that you could not give a helping hand to the other Harbingers too, right?

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

[becstxr]

'Princess... Darling... Sweetheart... Lovely... Angel... Babygirl...'

Petnames... that was something the two had common apart from both being Fatui Harbingers and highly unhinged that is. But the two each had a set, both had only three names they would use for you. Dottore would use Darling Lovely and Babygirl whilst Pantalone would use Princess Sweetheart and Angel. To others when they hear those simple names and the person they are reserved for, they will most likely die within the hour, you where reserved for them, and them alone. You were their soulmate as they where eachother's, anyone who laid there filthy eyes on you would have them cut out and be used for experiments, whilst their family's and familiars would lose their jobs and bank up a great debt.

[ghostlspirit]

The Fool's game

Genshin men headcanons on their love

tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, dark themes, suggestive content (kinda nsfw), maybe ooc

note: I woke up and just had to write this lol. This is just a quick drabble and the list might not be complete. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Masterlist

The bruise

Tears stain your face even though you already stopped crying long ago. Scars little your skin and they feel like open wounds. You remember every day you got them, from him. He promised that you are safe, and you fell for it. His sadistic smile burns in your nightmare as he rises the blade to your skin. Another scar for his collection. May it be his initial that he carves or just random patterns, he loves your whimper, your begging and your crying face as you fully submit to his mercy. He thinks you look eternal like that, you make him feel so giddy. He makes it clear that you are his, your body is his. You know by now that the only way to experience the sweet smell of freedom is determined by him, through his blade, and only when he desires to cut too deep. But until then you'll have to live in a constant state of bruised legs, hips and neck as the pain and his 'love' overwhelmes you.

Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Ayato, Kaeya, Wanderer/Scara

The kiss

He can't keep his hands off you. He wants to explore every nook and cranny of your body, with his eyes, hand and lips. You taste marvellous and your moans are addictive, your shivers driving him over the edge. He has reached places you never knew existed as he holds you, hands moving, rubbing and lightly squeezing you. He's never too rough, always treating you like a piece of glass as he worships your body. You gave him a taste, let him indulge, and now he's hooked. He never leaves your side, he NEEDS to be around you, touch you. Without the warmth you radiate, his worlds seems so cold. But don't worry, you won't leave him. He makes sure you'll always be back in his arms, at the mercy of his kiss.

Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Alhaitham, Cyno, Albedo, Diluc

The affection

You don't have a choice to love anyone but him. He served his heart on a silver plate and you accepted it. You were a fool to be swept up by his sweet words and charming smile as now it's the only thing you whish to never see again. He would do anything for you, everything you desire. Isn't that so romantic? He tells you he loves you 24/7 and that you're so pretty and beautiful. He can't help himself as he remembers the days you would still blush at his words. He knows you still feel the same deep deep down. You said you loved him forever, didn't you? He knows you never stopped loving him, just as he will never stop loving you. If he keeps smothering you with his affection, surely you'll finally come around?

Thoma, Kaveh, Diluc, Xiao, Itto, Cyno, Tighnari

[blzzrdstryr]

hey, what about the harbingers of fatui, when they find out that someone tried to poison the reader, but still failed to kill

CW: Torture and death

All of them will be livid, Darling will be put under the utmost care with constant vigil of doctors and nurses, the poisoner will die. The main difference is how long the poisoner will live before meeting their end.

Childe will probably kill them in a fit of anger, seeing red, the abyss in him thrumming and roaring, someone will have to drag him from the mangled corpse, bc he won't stop with their death.

Pantalone and Arlecchino will probably torture the fool for hours. They will oversee the entire process with the cold and distant demeanor, slowly memorizing each small detail, before giving a curt order to put the poisoner out of their misery.

Columbina will hold the poisoner captive, letting them to witness the destruction of everything they have ever loved. Columbina won't stop at anything or anyone - she'll ruin everything they could've held dear. Family, friends, even neighbours and colleagues - she will whisper to them how it's all their fault as she will throw at them one magled body to another. And then, once they beg her to kill them, she will comply with their request, but fo it in the most painful way possible, stretching seconds of agony into hours.

Now, Sandrone and Il Dottore are the worst in this list, because they won't kill the poisoner in the literal sense - they will destroy their personhood, their humanity and identity, turn them into a thing, sort of I have no mouth and I must scream abomination.

[underfaller]

My Doll

18+ Pairing: yan!Dottore x reader Tw: noncon, yandere, doll fetish Notes: dead dove. slightly OOC.

“Ah, is my darling awake?”

Dottore hovered over you, smiling gently. His heart swelled upon seeing your open eyes gaze back at him. He never tired of seeing you wake. He kissed you on the forehead. 

“Did you sleep well?”

You do not answer. It’s to be expected. After all, that drug Dottore gave you was a resounding success. Oh, how he loved being correct. It was almost as satisfying a feeling as his adoration for you. Though… Dottore supposed it’s quite unfortunate for you. You are unable to move now-- completely paralyzed and immobilized. You couldn’t even speak. The only thing you could do was look at him with those beautiful, emotionless eyes like water colored, glass marbles. 

Oh, how Dottore loved those eyes. 

The other versions of him loved the chase. They liked to see their prey squirm and struggle. But not him. He preferred his subjects a bit more compliant. He always thought subduing them took way too much effort to be any fun. It was a bit similar for you. He knew you wouldn’t be as willing if you had free will. It was honestly illogical. If only you knew the extent of his love, his fondness, his methodical planning-- you would know that it was better for him to control you anyways. After all, the Doctor only wanted the best for you in the end. Because of this, Dottore preferred you to be completely at the whim of his actions. You should trust him. That’s what lovers do, correct? 

He never understood love. In his many years of existence, he never believed he would experience it so he deemed it useless to strive to understand such a foreign concept. Then, he met you.

It was an unceremonious meeting. He'd simply passed you on his way to the Palace. You shouldn't have looked his way. You should not have acknowledged him. You should have kept your head down and hurried past him as everyone else did. Your eyes met his. He locked onto your gaze. In that instant, he suddenly knew what love was. Love was you. And he had to have you.

It was then that your fate was sealed-- and you were too naïve to even know it.

The Doctor sat you up, before making his way towards your closet. He rummaged through it a bit before pulling out a thin, white dress. He turned to you, beaming with delight.

“How about this, darling? Shall you wear this today?”

Silence. Dottore laughs softly. 

“Ah. I knew you would like it. I picked it out myself, after all. I do have a good eye, don’t I?” 

Dottore sits on the bed beside you, kissing your head once again. He inhales deeply, taking in your luscious and intoxicating scent. 

If he could bottle up your smell, he would keep it with him at all times. 

“Let’s get you dressed now, my little doll.”

Dottore lifted you up, leaning you against the wall. He delicately lifted your nightgown as he removed it. He does the same for your undergarments. He was careful not to harm you. You were so fragile --and he does not want to break his toy. He could actually be quite gentle when he wanted to be. And for you, he would always be gentle. Dottore pulled the dress over you, buttoning it up with nimble fingers before straightening it out. He could see the goose bumps on your arms as he did so. Were you cold? Now that he thought of it, this dress was quite inadequate for the Snezhnayan cold.

A small sacrifice for perfection.

Dottore dug into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a red satin ribbon. He picked up the ivory comb on your bedside table next to your bottle of pills. As he brushed your hair, he hummed a familiar tune before tying your long hair in a neat bow. The Doctor stepped off the bed, admiring his handiwork. He smiled widely. He couldn't help it. 

You looked so, so perfect. 

“I knew it would look beautiful on you,” Dottore simpered as he checked his watch. "Ah, I almost forgot..." He once again made his way towards you, picking up your pill bottle and giving it a small shake as he untwisted the cap and picked up one of the light blue pills. It could almost be mistaken as candy if it wasn't in its labelled bottle. Dottore carefully grabbed a hold of your jaw, squeezing your mouth slightly ajar. He pressed his fingers delicately places your medicine in the back on your throat, before closing your jaw. He watched as your throat twitched, signifying you'd swallowed the pill. He kisses you gently on the lips.

"Good doll," He cooed. Dottore sighed before carefully lifting you from your spot and carrying you out the open door. 

“Up we go. Let’s go now, darling. We have a lot of work today.”

Dottore brought you to his lab, setting you on his desk before preparing for the day’s experiments. He always brought you with him to work, even if the other segments teased him. He did not care of their opinions-- your presence was absolutely necessary and they were absolutely dim-witted for not seeing that. 

However, if any of those imbecile pieces of him even dared to look at you for too long he wouldn’t hesitate to cut them down where they stood. 

Dottore looked at you one last time before he began his work. Despite your close proximity, he hated to leave you. If he could, he’d have you by his side every second of the day. However, he did not want to get any of today’s subjects’ inferior blood on such a fine object. You would have to stay where you were, safe from any harm or filth. 

“Don’t go anywhere, alright Y/N?” Dottore winked. 

After work, the Doctor carried you back to your bedroom, bridal style. Dottore laid you back down on your bed, kissing you softly as his hands explored your body. He barely hid his excitement. He had been thinking of this all day--so much so that he was close to making quite grievous mistakes multiple times throughout his experiments. He didn't blame you, however. It was not your fault that you were so distracting. 

How could I not be captivated by such flawlessness?

Your breathing quickened as he groped your breast under your dress. His fingers twist your nipple, chuckling quietly when it becomes erect. He was pleased to know that despite your paralysis, you could still enjoy such stimuli. He does the same to the other, playfully rotating it with his finger as he looks at your eyes. They were a bit wider, now. Dottore presses his head against your chest. 

“Your heart is beating so quickly, are you excited, my doll?” He murmured.

Silence. 

Dottore’s kisses trail from your slightly agape lips to the side of your face, down to your neck. They become more sloppy as he ravenously planting kisses up and down your neck. Suddenly, Dottore leaned even closer, sinking his sharp teeth into you and instantly breaking the soft, delicate skin. He mentally scolded himself for damaging you, but he simply couldn’t help it-- it was if he needed to devour you. You were something to be consumed by him and only him. He greedily licked your fresh wound, savoring every last drop of blood and even lightly sucking it as if he were trying to coax more of that sweet, red liquid out of you. 

When he's had his fill, Dottore doesn’t even attempt to prep you, instead opting to penetrate you immediately as soon as his hardened member is freed from his pants. Your only solace is that he starts at a slow, methodic pace. Even if it was a bit uncomfortable, the Doctor relished in breaking through your tightness. Soon, your juices lubricated the painful friction and he quickly picked up the pace, pushing deep into you as his length filled your insides over and over. Dottore let out a soft groan as he gazed at you with ruby eyes. 

Sometimes Dottore regretted taking away your ability to speak. This was one such time. It would’ve been lovely to hear your lovely, lewd moans as he fucked you. But he digressed, the silence was welcome as well. After all, dolls couldn’t speak.  He bites your earlobe hard as he lets out a deep growl. 

“Look at you ...so beautiful laying there… all mine...”

Your pathetic body flaccidly lolled against the sheets with each thrust. You looked as if you wanted to cry out, but you could only clench your eyes shut, avoiding the gaze of your captor as he slid in and out of you. He could feel every groove and bump in your walls as you clenched around his dick. You drove him insane. He grabbed your hips as he continued to fuck you, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic as he felt his climax build.

You were his. His doll to dress and fuck and do as he pleased. You were his plaything and no one else’s. You would stay here until he broke you. Even then, Dottore would preserve your body and keep you in his lab. He’d pluck out your pretty eyes and keep them on his desk so he could always peer into them. Dottore groaned loudly as he finished deep inside you, spilling his hot semen in your womb. He caresses your cheek as you once again look at him. As he pulled out, he peered at your limp body filled with his cum that oozed onto the bed sheets. Dottore gave a contented sigh

You would always be with him. You would always be his. Forever.

“My toy, my little doll. This is how things should be.”

[beloved-blaiddyd]

A/n: this drabble has been on my drafts since April 2023 apparently so might as well post it lol

Allying yourself with the Fatui would certainly earn you glares that were hateful, concerned, or perhaps a mixture of both. But of course, that uncomfortable feeling is amped up when the masses become aware of who you worked for. The man doesn't need to call your name. He doesn't need to treat you as an employer would.

He only needed to whistle.

"Coming, Lord Dottore!"

The second harbinger already garners quite the unwanted attention with his getup alone. Your master in particular donned a pink bowtie and a black-and-white mask. The latter in particular makes ergonomic designers raise an eyebrow at its lack of breathing room. Perhaps in the oxymoronic frigid nation of love, the people wouldn't mind if you were beckoned with a whistle. It's not the strangest thing in Snezhnaya— some fatuous were summoned with the sound of a whip.

But in places like your homeland, the old Mond? Chances are, he won't whistle because he craves your attention— no. He'd do it to show you off. You'd have your old neighbor Seamus Pegg himself praying to the Anemo Archon that your mind remains intact. Not that those prayers would work on those who linger with the heretic. You've likely lost your mind before you agreed to become his test subject.

Still, this Dottore is quite impatient compared to his predecessors. Be glad he has yet to tinker with your vessel to make it more akin to an actual dog. So don't test him.

"Hmm. At least with you, I see no issue when it comes to loyalty like that Krupp— whatever his name was," Dottore scoffed with blatant disinterest. "Still unimpressive, however. You're 0.0035 seconds late. Do better."

"Yes, Lord Harbinger."

His words are cold, but his half-mask hides the smirk that creeps on his face as he ruffles your hair. With enough conditioning, he'll have no need to reassemble your insides to make you as un-aesthetically pleasing to anyone but himself as possible. Your behavior and inflicted phobias would be enough to mark the mad scholar's claim.

Go on, little (Y/n), run. Aren't you afraid of what happens after the whistle?

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do Headcannons for how the Harbingers (Separately) would handle a reader who gets overwhelmed after being around crowds all day and wants physical contact to recharge. Oddly specific but if you feel comfy writing thus I'd love to see it!

this one was interesting to think about so I did only two harbingers for now but you're free to swing back around and request others as well :D i tried to pick two on opposite ends of the scale to show the difference between them, i hope you enjoy!

Warning: This post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behavior, relationship neglect, Dottore being an ass, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Pantalone: 

Your best bet is Pantalone, as he’s the most understanding and affectionate amongst the Harbingers. This isn’t to say he’s an absolute doll, but that he’d be the most accommodating. He understands that not everyone is made for crowds and parties and the large events he typically attends, which is why he always extends the offer for you to simply sit them out. 

That’s not to say he doesn’t want you to accompany him, because there’s no one he’d prefer by his side, but he knows that you don’t do well amongst others. If you do choose to go though, he is more than happy to oblige in your need for comfort. Whether there is a ride back or merely a walk back to your shared quarters, you can expect him to be touching you in some way. 

It could be a hand holding yours as you walk down the halls back to your bedroom, it could be holding you close to his side on the carriage ride back to the palace, it might even extend to him pulling you into a secluded corner and smothering your face in feather light kisses before re-entering the party crowd.

Regardless, Pantalone is the easiest and best to ask for comfort from, his job is one of the more stressful ones amongst the other Harbingers and he’s always more than happy to allow himself some relaxation time with you. 

Dottore:

While Pantalone is the best, Dottore is on the opposite end of the spectrum. This man is too busy chatting up elites for more funding to really pay any mind to your growing unrest. If you try to talk about it beforehand he’ll simply insist you stay, rather than be a burden to him. Should you refuse to back down and go regardless, he’ll brush off any requests you make of him for affection or to leave.

If the event is taking place in the Palace, he’ll simply tell you to wait outside in the hallway and send one of his segments to collect you. If it’s away from the Palace, he’ll tell you to either suck it up or go sit in the carriage and wait for him there.

When the event inevitably ends and he is no longer preoccupied with kissing the ass of those around him, you can still expect to be largely ignored. This man is a genius scientist who is always in the middle of a huge breakthrough! Do you really expect him to drop everything to cuddle up to you because you’re too soft? If you can’t wait for him to become so sleep-deprived that he finally gives in and crawls into bed, which can take days unfortunately, then you’ll just have to make do with being comforted by one of his segments.

It’s happened enough that his segments have come to know you personally. And while they are technically still Dottore, they’re merely fragments of him that have grown into their own partial beings. The comfort they provide doesn’t extend much beyond the physical aspect, but there’s a small bit of comfort in knowing that they’re here for you. That someone is willing to give up their time to be by your side.

[l1tw1ck]

Aja- Dottore?!

Dottore disguises himself as your boyfriend

Bottom!FTM Dottore x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

CW: Dub-Con, Cheating, Oral, Daddy Kink

Words: 680

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"Ajax..?" You wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes and look down, a head of pretty ginger locks bobbing up and down your length. "G'morning babe...thought you had a mission."

Ajax blushes deeply, something you think is unusual but you brush it off.

"Mmh...how long have you- shit- been doing this? 'M already gonna–"

Ajax brings his head all the way down, swallowing your spend with a crazed look on his face. He pulls away and covers his mouth, preventing you from seeing his insanely wide smile.

Already naked, he crawls on top of you and sinks down onto your length.

"So early in the morning and you're already this eager, did you have a good dream?" You run your hands along his body, causing him to moan and shiver. "You seem more sensitive too."

"Ahn~ daddy~" He starts to lose his composure from your touch.

You tilt your head, smiling. "Daddy?"

He bites his lip, your amused voice making him squirm.

"I didn't know you wanted to call me that." You flip him onto his back. "You're so cute."

He clenches around you. "Fuc- fuck me~ please~!"

"You're so whiny Aj-" You pause, noticing a strand of blue hair in the midst of Ajax's ginger hair. "Um, did you dye your hair?"

He grabs your cheeks and moves your head to look at him. "Fuck me.."

You pry his mouth open. "My what sharp teeth you have, Ajax." You chuckle. "All the better to bite me with, hm?"

His disguise falls apart completely. "(Name) please..."

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked." You grab his waist and turn him onto his stomach.

Dottore's eyes widen, a large grin on his face.

Digging your nails into his waist, you start fucking him roughly. "Shit- you might be even better than Ajax-"

Dottore's mind quickly turns fuzzy, between the compliment, the marks soon to appear on his waist, and more importantly the feeling of your length inside him and fucking him so hard is enough to make him feel like passing out.

"Gods you're tight- it's like fucking a virgin–" You groan and spank him. "Is this one of your body modifications? Did ya make your pussy all tight and perfect for me, Zandik?"

Just hearing that makes him have an orgasm. Electricity runs through his veins as he squirts over your length, walls continuously spasming around your cock.

"Fuck." You bite your lip, your tone expressing your clear arousal. "Not even Ajax squirts.."

Dottore grins, a strong blush on his cheeks. "Am I be- better~?"

"At this rate, I'm better off dumping him." You chuckle. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I would be all yours, princess."

He shivers. "Ye- yes~!"

You lift his hips up and drill into him deeper, your cock hitting every spot that makes him go insane. He buries his face in the pillow, feeling like he's on cloud 9.

"I don't know if I'll be able to pull out—" You groan, feeling close. "You feel too fucking good, Zandik-"

"Insi- inside~!" He nods rapidly, about to come again.

You bury your head in his neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood as the two of you come simultaneously. Dottore desperately milks your cock for more, euphoria flooding through his body from being creampied by you.

You reluctantly pull out, watching in awe as your cum flows out of him with his cunt tightening around nothing. You get up off the bed and check the time on your phone, noticing a missed message from Ajax.

You open the text.

"We should break up."

You scoff. "I never expected him to be the type to break up over text. Oh well." You shrug and place your phone back on the side table.

"I'll start a bath." You ruffle Dottore's hair and leave for the bathroom.

He turns onto his back and plugs his cunt with his fingers, not wanting to lose any more of your cum.

A wide grin grows on his face, kidnapping the 11th was worth all the trouble.

[lavandulawrites]

Can you give us some Yandere Dottore please ☺️

Hurry Before The Dinner Gets Cold

Yandere Dottore x reader

Dinner with Dottore is never pleasant.

Masterlist

Word count: 794

The silver wear clinked against the porcelain plates. The room were dimly lit, making it a almost cozy atmosphere. A butler and a maid were standing against the east wall, almost like they were apart of the decoration. The wind howled outside.

In front of you sat Dottore. His gaze fixed on the beef on his plate. Blood was oozing from the rare steak as he cut into it with precision. Like a surgeon.

His eyes met yours. “Are you not going to touch your food dear?” his deep voice thick like honey. His expression one of concern. “I know that you do not trust me, but you need nutrition.”

Your mouth a tin line “I am not hungry”.

His stare unyielding. His eyes a replica of the dark blood in the many test tubes inside if lab. “Really?”

“Yes” you nodded trying your best to remain expressionless.

He hummed as his gaze bore through you. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” he tilted his head. He sighed and snapped his fingers. The butler hurried to him and bowed his head in an almost inhuman way. “Bring me the chef” he ordered. The butler nodded and hurried out. Not too long after the chef was standing beside Dottore.

“Is it perhaps that the food wasn’t to your liking?” Dottore raised a brow and nodded towards your untouched food.

You quickly caught onto his scheme and shook your head. “N-no! It’s not that at all!” you waved your hands and forced your lips into a tight smile.

The Harbinger’s eyes wandered over your features. “Are you sure darling? If your meal is not good enough, I will have to punish the chef. After all your happiness and comfort is the most important thing for me” his face twisted in concern.

Your eyes flickered to the chef who’s face was drenched in sweat. He was shaking. You gulped “I assure you the meal is not the issue”.

Dottore hummed. “Are you perhaps not feeling well?” his expression unreadable. “Everyone get out” he ordered. The servants and the chef all exited in a hurry leaving you alone with the blue haired man. “Let’s make a deal” he leaned forward and folds his hands hand rests his head on them. “You eat up all the food on your plate and I will spare the chef. Sounds good doesn’t it?” he said with a unsettling grin.

You looked down in your plate. With a shivering hand you lifted the fork to your lips. You closed your eyes to calm your nerves. A hum could be heard from opposite of the table “You better hurry for the dinner gets cold”.

You held your breath and shoved the fork into your mouth. The meat was tender and cooked after your preference.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it now?”. You opens your eyes and were met with a sharp teethed smile. “You were afraid I drugged the food.”

You swallowed. “I have my rights to be suspicious”

“Of course my love” his voice melodic. “You were indeed right with your suspicion.”

You dropped your fork. You entire frame shaking. “What…?”

“Oh come now. It’s not dangerous. It’s just a way to get you a little more relaxed. I am starting to get sick of your small riots, so I came up with a solution. This drug will make your mind slowly but surely more submissive. I really do love you you know, but u can’t have you keep hurting yourself” he smirked. “Though it seems that I have to find a new way…” he sighed. “But worry not… I will have your memory of this dinner wiped. Just like last time…” his red eyes gleaming with something sinister.

Your eyes widened. The hair on the back of your neck raising. “Last time?” your voice shaky.

Dottore smiled “Yes darling. Wiping someone’s memory so mere child play for a man of my calibre”. He chuckled and rose to his feet. The chair scraping against the carpet. Like a animal he stalked towards you. He stopped behind your chair and leaned down. Much to your dismay you had to admit the doctor smelled good. Really good. His smell always bringing you a sense of comfort.

He leaned hand on the arm rest of your chair. His lips mere centimetres away from your ear. “Relax darling. This is for your own good you know?” his lips kissing your neck. He pulled away and placed a device against your right temple. When did he get that? The device glowed blue and it hummed slightly.

“Rest now…”

Darkness swallowed your senses and you fell into a deep slumber.

Dottore stroked your hair with a living expression. “A pity… I have to start over it seems.”

[thetreefairy]

the puppet's heart

Warnings: angst kinda? swearing, Reader is great at hiding their feelings, wanderer be using his vision to unintentionally scare Reader, Reader is an anemo healer, dottore is a warning on his own but hes actually nice in this one, Reader is an esteemed alchemist

this is my first time for writing for genshin in a platonic sense, so I really need advice

Reader was over their head, a weird man was following them, claiming to be their brother.

"My heart, can you truly not remember me?"

Oh, how scared Reader was.

To the point they would even give their body to dottore in exchange for protection.

"You are a fool." Dottore chuckled. "Why would you give up your body for simple protection?"

"You are less scary than the man hunting me down." Reader admitted to Dottore. "Perhaps, I have a better trade." he grinned, causing Reader to tilt their head slightly. "Become my assistant."

Reader agreed, as long as he would protect her from Scaramouche.

But how angry the wanderer was for Reader's choice.

The traveler told him: "Dottore will destroy them, even if Reader thinks he's better than being around you. So save them, and prove them wrong."

And that is exactly what Scaramouche did. He hunted down the fatui agents, and Reader was getting paranoid. Dottore tried his best to comfort Reader, after all, they are his prized assistant.

But that comfort was shattered the moment that Scaramouche had find them and Dottore. They were testing out reader's anemo vision together with some plants when Reader was suddenly snatched up.

reader screamed, Dottore taking out his weapon ready to attack. But he couldn't see as to where they were. Reader could fight yes, but they were better at healing.

Reader was in the air, the man who they so desperately tried to run away from comforting them. "Such a pathetic fear of height you have." Scaramouche mumbled. "Don't worry my heart, I am here."

reader head-butted him, trying to do anything possible to make him drop them. Failing desperately. "Shh, you're save now."

"Stop it, I don't know you, what do you want?!" Reader shouted, as they tried to fight them the best. "Oh, my heart, I am your brother."

"You are even crazier than Dottore." Reader hissed, causing Dottore to gasp loudly as he tried to get to Reader. He was kinda amused by the air fight, but he would prefer to not lose his assistant.

"Now now, you shouldn't speak to me that way, you wouldn't want your precious Dottore to die."

consider tipping me on my ko-fi I am still working on content for that, so please excuse the bare look :)

[ezri261]

Personal Assistant…

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 5.1

Part 4

Warnings: Degradation, size kink, belly bulge, drinking an unknown substance, drugging, dacryphilia, spanking, cursing, crying, feminization, sadism, masochism, gagging, humiliation, collar-pulling, blindfold

a/n: oh boy, we're in for a ride.

(M/N) woke up and immediately felt something on his eye, and he immediately got up and looked in the mirror. It was an eye patch, it had a unique design to it, and it was on the eye that he had just lost due to Dottore going on with his outburst.

He could only sigh, it's not like he can complain about it. He does not want to lose both of his eyes and become permanently blind, no. Furthermore, he looked at the time and saw that it was four in the morning, the perfect time to get ready and not deal with the Doctor complaining that he was late.

Whilst (M/N) got ready, Dottore was at his lab, running around too excitedly for his own well-being, even his clones were confused. He was making an unknown mixture that specifically does something to your mind and body, and he was making sure that the effects were going to be strong and effective.

“Sir, I'm here.”

A voice called out from the other side of the door, before coming in and shutting it, making the light from the outside peer in for only just a second.

“Good, now sit down on that chair, we're still not done from yesterday, traitor.”

(M/N) quietly sat down without hesitation, not wanting another 'incident' happening. Dottore then went on with his work, wanting to perfect the unknown mixture, and when (M/N) saw what it looked like, he was pretty… Nervous per se, not every day you see the Doctor being passionate about something, which was unsettling, to say the least…

“Put on this blindfold, you brat. You're going to be my new lab rat for the next few days, we'll see if you can survive.”

“Yes, sir.”

(M/N) reluctantly put on the blindfold, not wanting to question any further, because if he does, Archons know what this man would do to him.

He suddenly got his mouth forced open and a cold liquid went into his mouth, and with no choice, he had to swallow it, the liquid itself was disgusting, he wanted to throw up, and his stomach felt weird, his body felt hot, his body was sensitive— wait what?

“What are you feeling right now?”

“Sensitive.”

“Good, anything else?”

Dottore knew what he wanted, it was right in front of him.

“… Needy… Hot…”…

(M/N) was inhaling and exhaling at this point, what was in that mixture? He doesn't want to know, he just wanted this feeling to end.

“It's working… Do you want that feeling to end?”

“Yes, please…”

“Well, too bad, pretty boy.”

Dottore walked forward and took his blindfold off, the cloth now sitting at his neck. Now (M/N) could fully see the Doctor, when did he become so hot—?

“You're staring, pretty boy.”

“Sorry.”

He wasn't tied up or anything, so what was stopping him from ravaging the man in front of him? Fear. The same man was grinning at (M/N)'s state, it was amusing for him to see that his own very emotionless assistant was making faces like this.

Dottore slowly took everything off until he was only wearing his shirt and some pants, and it made (M/N)'s mind go hazy, almost making his dick do the talking, but he held himself back because of the same reason— fear.

“What are you waiting for, hm? I want this experiment to be done as soon as possible.”

And that's all it took for (M/N) to pin him to the desk that was conveniently behind Dottore, and it made him groan out of pain, but he let the male take the lead, curious and excited about what he will do.

You started licking and biting his neck, making him squirm under you, he's quite impatient, isn't he? It looks like he's been waiting for this very moment to happen, but you were too focused on making him feel good, as well as yourself.

“Y-yeah, that's it, ravage me like you want it.”

Dottore panted and squirmed, his pants started to feel uncomfortable, he wanted to take them off, but you were preventing him from moving

(M/N) took his shirt off, along with Dottore's and it looked marvelous. His body was littered with miniature scars and some past bruises.

“Beautiful…”

(M/N) stared at him in disbelief

“Get on with it already!”

TBC BC I WANT TO UPDATE YOU GUYS AFTER HOW LONG GOD KNOWS WHAT

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