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i live for dottore, pantalone and visual kei content ao3: myfunnyvalentinee

[myfunnyyvalentinee]

Hi hi idk if you take requests but do you think you could do a poly relationship with Dottore x reader x Pantalone?

I love your works btw,take care 🫶!!

I would love too! I am actually working on something like this, it’s just I don’t post much on tumblr (I’m not ao3 @ myfunnyvalentinee) One of my favourite things, I’ll def post it when I get around it.

Thank you for the request

myfunnyyvalentinee ✦

[i-will-write]

how i sleep knowing i write shitty fiction but at least don’t use chatgpt

[myfunnyyvalentinee]

The “experiment” ✦

Dottore x GN!Reader (Dottore likely is ooc)

“Will you be participating [Name]?” The echoing of the lab had a ringing sensation to your ears, despite his mask mostly shielding his eyes, his stare was intense, piercing straight at you. “Yes…” tilting your head to the side, you were aware of the experiment and were previously informed that you will be a participant in it. However Dottore did not make it clear what would be happening, you have some ideas of his previous gruesome work, but you reassured yourself that his intentions were not to harm you but possibly to test a theory of some kind. “Sit there.” His voice, firm and assertive, you placed yourself carefully on a cot, the soft cotton brushing against your resting hands as you watched the Dottore sanitise himself. When you did look up, his shadow was casting upon you, his face now maskless, highlighting his sharp and intimidating eye contact - his scarlet orbs striking through yours, staring intensely into your soul. You wanted to at least attempt to move but his stiff posture and eyes were enough to force you to stiffen too, the tension felt as if it was increasing by the seconds passing. You hesitated to squeak a word out while he was still bending over to stare at your face. You attempted to break it by turning your head to the side, only for him to grab your cheeks pulling it closer to his face. Trying to push yourself out of his hold was seeming to be unsuccessful for you. “Looking at me [Name].” His tone was rough and commanding. “Yes doctor…” you squeaked, his chuckle was loud, finally letting loose on the bruising grasp he had on you.

“I shouldn’t be so harsh on my little lab rat,” His canines smiled, while scribbling something onto a clipboard that previously sat adjacent to you, once he was done, Dottore utilised his right hand to pat your head. Your gaze at him continued to make him laugh softly at you. “Ready for the next part? It will require me to touch you physically. Are you ok with that?” Switching from his previous harsher tone to a more relaxed and calm one, his hands pulling your body closer to his. “Are you going to hurt me?” You questioned, his face curled up a smirk. “Of course not, at least not with you.” Clasping his hands around your face, Dottore’s digits this time were not as aggressive, contrastingly more gentle, his touch was comforting. The cooling touch of his gloves had such a cold sensation against your flustered cheek, rubbing them up and down your face. 

Muah, the kiss only lasted less than a second but its effect was still lingering with you for a minute. His taste spreading around your mouth as you attempt to reorganise your thoughts. His pupils dilated as he came closer towards your face, still cupping in his soft grasp. “Subject seems to be in a daze, maybe another kiss will be needed to observe behaviour.” Dottore spoke up, rubbing his thumb up and down your cheek. This time you pulled yourself to meet his lips, pulling yourself away from him for air. Before you could give him another kiss, Dottore’s pointer finger kissed your lips instead. “Patience.” You signed in annoyance, you assumed the sudden pause was for his note making but instead his crimson eyes stared back. Your arm extended over him to gently pat his head, only for a mischievous smirk appearing on his face, a swift grab of your wrist, pulling your arm back — intentionally not too far as to harm you. 

Confusion continued to rise as he blankly glared back at you, before Dottore broke the silence. “Do you want another kiss?” His question wasn't absurd but did cause more confusion, but you took the opportunity to kiss him once more. Allowing your wrist to become free, seeing the slight reddish hue on his face made you jump up and continue to pepper him in kisses. Short, sharp kisses from his mouth leading to both checks and forehead ones too. You stopped to once again take a breather, it also allowed him to focus on his so called important notes he was taking the entire time. 

“Thats all I needed [Name], but I would not mind running more test runs to ensure accurate and consistent results of your performance.” The clinical terms used made you giggle, all these justifications of science just to give you some affection from your beloved Doctor. “Right now? We’re redoing it right now?” Your pitch growing higher out of pure excitement, granting you one last kiss from Dottore. 

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[myfunnyyvalentinee]

Pantalone x GN!Reader ✦

Pantalone being a tease once again (I love this man so much)

random note but I almost got scammed, be careful out there guys

“Stay with me, just a little longer…” Pantalone whispered, his hands adjusting themselves around your waist, pulling himself closer to you. His neck positioned itself in the corner of your neck, the beating of his chest - steady paced. Contrasting against yours, fluctuating at a rapid pace due to his sudden movement. The office was mostly filled with the sounds of paper being shuffled, pen scraping against papers and the tired sigh of the banker himself, the sudden lack of sound should've been a warning that Pantalone was up to something. His coat was suffocatingly warm, lingering with his musky cologne, you lowered your head down out of the sensation of embarrassment. 

 Lifting his cheek closer, he brushed it against yours, the cooling sensation contrasted with your reddened face, pushing one arm away from your waist only for the other one to pull closer to you. Pantalone utilised his free hand to clasp your face, the sudden restraint caused you to attempt to turn the opposite way of him. “Pantalone…” You murmur, the room echoed with his chuckle, your pathetic look on your face illustrated your surrendered state. Easing his tightness, you were finally able to catch your breath. “You’re such a tease, you need to stop sneaking up on me like that,” You utter, only to be once again met with another smothering hug, one hand playfully messing up your hair. Pantalone’s recent way of expressing his affection has been through physical affection in the form of teasing you. “Your body feels cold darling, I have an effective way of warming it up. Want me to demonstrate?” he snickers, still holding you close to him, the room echoed with his chuckle. 

“No more Pantalone, I’m going home now,” You state firmly, his face shifted from a playful banter to a sarcastic saddened expression. “Awww, [Name] you should not leave so suddenly. Maybe stay a little longer, please?” His gentle voice left a fuzzy feeling inside of your stomach, like a fire in the dead of winter. 

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[myfunnyyvalentinee]

Pantalone's Secretary (Modern AU) ✦

Pantalone x Reader (AFAB Language is used)

Originally posted from my ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74438136

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“Sir, your card!” You yell trying to catch up with the strange man in front of you. His dark hair with silver glides across his back as his shoes click against the concrete pavement. I can’t believe I'm doing this, you mutter to yourself as he finally stops to turn around, attempting to catch your breath and he stares at you. One hand on your bent knees wheezing for air, one hand in front of him returning his debit card he dropped in the bank. Your head still down, between your breaths you manage to squeak out a few words. “You, dropped… your card Sir.”

By the time you look up, you see his face, sharp features, with his black hair with streaks of white intertwined. He adjusts his rectangular glasses, pushing them up his nose bridge, his smile spreading across his face. “Thank you, did you go through the trouble of returning this to me?” He questions, his voice silky smooth and in a soft tone. The calmness in his voice concerns you, isn't he worried about losing his card? How did he not notice he had dropped it? Sensing the tension you finally speak up. “Yes, but how did you notice it dropping?” He laughs genuinely at your curiosity, before pulling out his wallet and handing you a business card with his details and taking the card back.

“Regardless, I should thank you for your troubles. If you need anything, I mean anything. Please don’t hesitate to call” He smiles one last time before walking off calmly. In your stunt state, you hold the card, the gold detailing and velvet feel of the cardboard made you more curious about his occupation and his strange nature. The card only simply said his name in gold and bolded with a phone number and email to contact “Pantalone, xxx-xxx-xxx”. What a strange interaction you thought, immediately throwing it carelessly into your bag. Retracing your steps and what you were originally doing, it reminded you had gone to the bank to confirm your new details and you had moved to the city to work. But one glance at your watch reminded you of the job interview you had in 20 minutes. For the past 2 weeks, you had been doing odd jobs around the city for some cash but you knew this was unsustainable and had to get a proper full time job.

Now to head over to the job interview, looking back on the email, it states to meet in the lobby of a particular office building and that you will be escorted to the meeting. The inside of the lobby is grand and quiet. The sleek leather arm chairs sit comfortably with the decorative plants. “Here for the interview?” The receptionist smiles, she instructs me to sit and relax for a bit. The leather chairs feel cold against your skin, slowly warming up. It was until he walked in, the man from earlier. Surprised must've rushed over your face as he smiled again, that warmth filling the air. “We meet again, I’m glad” He let out a small chuckle, Hand out executing a hand shake. “H-hello again” You stumble over your words as you firmly shake his hands, the softness of his toasty skin touching yours contrasts with your cold hands. As he guides you to the interview room, you remind yourself of which interview this one is, all these meetings all week have really messed around with your brain.

By the end of it, despite your lack of experience, you felt a bit more confident on landing a job, this interview in particular was for the secretary position for an office firm. It was placed in a good location, pay was decent and the experience it was offering was valuable, almost too good to feel true. Regardless, the universe gave you this opportunity, who were you to deny it?

A few weeks later you got the call, you got the position, it starts tomorrow. By the next day you're in Pantalone’s office, standing next to him. He's over his desk explaining the role, you will need to organise his schedule, help him prepare before and after meetings and must obey all commands made by him, after all he is paying you handsomely every week.

During which, you start to notice the way he looks at you, this love and softness in his eyes. His smiles feel wider and more suspicious, all you do is organise paperwork and clean his office. Most days you stand and sit near him, keeping him company mainly. The office also has nice amenities, there's free lunch for employees, a gym, showers, sleeping rooms, library, and free parking. Recently whispers about you have been circling as Pantalone’s last secretary was abruptly fired one day, and soon enough, he was able to replace her. Your appearance doesn't help you either, looking relatively young and working for an older gentleman does spark some rumours after all. But Pantalone assures you that you shouldn't listen to such gossip, after all they can't help making comments when he hires such an adorable secretary. He truly has a way with words to bring you comfort.

“All the paper work for the client is finished, and tomorrow’s meeting is rescheduled for tomorrow.” “Thank you, my dear secretary. Oh what would I do without you?” He chuckles softly, bringing his hand and caressing it over yours, his velvet gloves have a nice touch to them. As the year ends, so does your contract working under him, it seems like it's getting to him. Maybe it explains why he's been so touchy lately…

… As you rearrange the books in the library, the moving boxes seem infinite. Because of this, it has made it harder for Pantalone to retrieve other documents in the storage cabinets. At some point, you need the ladder to reach the high shelves, as you reach towards the space for the last book, you lose balance. The ground wasn't far until you felt his warm grasp warp around you.“Are you ok?” As he says that his hands wrap tighter around your waist. Your face reddening the longer he held you, despite only being a few seconds. “I'm ok!” you immediately squeak , trying to pry his strong grip away from you. Sensing the tension he let you go before apologising.

“It's a gift from a coworker, you should have some,” His hand gestured to a plate of macarons. Trying to refuse him feels impossible, his so-called genuine smile makes you reconsider. “Why don't you eat one?” You politely question, before you could ask him another question he comes with a compromise. “If you eat one I'll eat one too. I'm just not a sweets person, that's all.” You stare at him suspiciously, but take a macaron and bite into it. Its soft chewiness with its light fruity flavour makes you slightly regret not eating it sooner. “Ok no more, I need to get back to work” you state, almost clicking out of your trance state. Before you could leave, you felt a napkin, lightly wiping the corners of your lips. “It's fine Pantalone” As you begin to walk, his other hand cups your cheeks. “Pantalone,” you murmur, “I should be organising the meeting dates right now” His smile not fading. “I need to take good care of my secretary after all, how else would she do such an amazing job for me?” He laughs, your expressions he studies quietly out of amusement.

Second chapter is on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/74438136

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[myfunnyyvalentinee]

Just one more kiss ✦

Academia! Zandik x Reader (gender neutral)

Authors note: Very touch starved Zandik, also based on one of my favourite Buck-Tick songs and you will also see a Mitski reference and references to the Buck Tick song too.

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The silence was peaceful for once, instead of the sounds of hands fidgeting with machinery, it was filled with the soft huffing of him across from you. Your hands still placed on his cheeks, grazing his soft reddened face with your thumb. “One more kiss, Zandik?” You stammered through your breaths, the string of saliva still connecting you both together. Maybe still in a daze of shock, his crimson eyes soften once more to stare back at you. You can't help but giggle, his expression for once much kinder, his sharp gaze had exchanged for a more pitiful glance. “Just one more kiss, please.” 

Once more, your lips met his, you could taste the coffee on him, and he could taste a sweet peachy tint on you. He pulled back, staring back at you, a dangerous spark lighting up behind his eyes. For the first time, he didn't regret allowing you to invade his space. Ever since you saw him in class, something propelled you towards him. Maybe it was his teal hair or those alluring red orbs, regardless you made it a personal goal to become closer to him. His strangeness only intrigued you to investigate further.

You let go of his face, tilting your head to the side, for once you were the one examining his expressions. Nothing but affection behind those eyes, like a drug, he was hooked. “Just one more kiss. It will be the last time, I promise” Like a pleading child, Zandik wanted to know what this feeling was. Why was he flustered, why was this feeling of weakness absorbing him and why was he addicted to this sensation. Pinning you onto his bed this time, the dopamine rush was so indescribable to him, but he wanted more. “Zandik, you’re so cute honestly,” you chuckle, pushing his hair out of his face, your hands clasping his soft cheeks, the gentleness in his face was highlighted once more by the pinky flush. “One more then, Zandik.” Now wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling yourself up towards his lips once more. The hit of dopamine hit like a body falling from a balcony. Hard and raw. He doesn't want to admit it but it may be love he's experiencing. 

He pulled away this time, only to be met with his face, visibly more embarrassed than before. “I want you to love me, I know you lost your heart…” You murmur, tearing welling in your eyes. Zandik stared back at you, the words not registering in his head. You grab the back of his head, passionately kissing him once more. Like sleeping beauty, maybe it will wake him up from his trance like state. “[Name]…” Zandik stammered, “Archon knows I lost my heart, but I still want to love you…”

Afterwards, he refused to make direct eye contact without becoming nervous once again, it still was hard to believe how vulnerable he felt in that moment with you. Still attempting to process the emotions he experienced that day with you, is this what love feels like?

One day he worked up the courage to talk to you after class, fidgeting with his hands before asking; “just one more kiss?”

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[myfunnyyvalentinee]

Morning with the Doctor ✦

il Dottore x AFAB Reader (Dottore is probably ooc)

Cross posted from ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75122171

The cold Snezhnaya morning breeze hit your face as you woke up, the sheets not keeping you warm enough. The cute pajamas you wore also didn't help, after all this was one of the first times you stayed over at Dottore's house. All the times he has came over, you purposefully wore baggy pants and a silly shirt, once you wore one that said “im with stupid” with an arrow pointing to the left. He wasn't amused with your antics — you begging him to allow you to tie his hair into pigtails and making him do face masks with you. Your continual attempts to wake up as your eyes adjusted to the light were harder as you tried to move your hands to wipe the eye crust away, but they seem to be stuck in place. You assumed that you were just tired, as you attempted to sit up, you heard his groan. “Go back to bed.” His sharp deep voice, commanding you back to bed.

The more you attempted to move, the more he gripped you and the more frequent his orders for you to rest. His arms wrapped around your body as you both face to the right, lying on your side. Despite your resistance, his groans had stopped for a brief moment, that's until he used his right leg to firmly grip your body together. Dottore lifting his face and burying into the crook of your neck and biting softly. “Dottore, y-you asshole, let me go!” Your demands not being heard as he bites deeper, sucking off the skin. Your weak whimpers only encourage him to continue. “You taste so nice, didn't know we had such a difficult specimen,” he jokingly mocked.

Eventually he fell back asleep, his grip finally loosening, this time holding you more softly. His hands travelling up your shirt and brushing your stomach. “Can I?” he whispers quietly, “yes”, knowing what he means by that, your face feeling a little red. Dottore, playing with your breasts and squishing them aiming to squeak a sound out of you. His cheek rubbing against your hot face. “I’m going to kick you out Dottie.” He chuckled out of amusement and satisfaction from your reactions, studying you like a specimen in his lab.

As you were finally about to fall asleep, his snoring immediately waking you right back up, making you want to sneak out of his grasp once more.

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[myfunnyyvalentinee]

Pantalone in your economics class (Modern AU) ✦

WARNING : 18+ content ahead

Pantalone x Reader (used afab language)

inspired by @flipppityflop

Pantalone in your economics class, always the top grade despite doing no work in and outside of class. You, on the other hand, barely passing the class.

Pantalone offered to help you after seeing you talk to the professor outside of class, inviting you back to his home office.

Pantalone, telling you off for not understanding the concept in class as it's such an easy class. His arrogance is almost stronger than his musk cologne.

Pantalone in your economics class, the trust fund international kid.

Pantalone, the same one who comes over behind you and whispers quietly in your ear that he’ll give you a reward for working so hard while softly stroking your face.

Pantalone who will continue to lecturing you on formulas and definitions while railing into you on his desk while still you squirm and try to keep quiet.

Pantalone who will purposefully press on your womb to feel himself in you and to get more noises.

Pantalone seeing you in your breathless state making you recall the concepts he just told you, your face flustered as he stays calm.

Pantalone, that innocent smile hiding his rough and harsh tone as he flips you over to repeat the process from the back .

Pantalone who cleans you up while telling you that you did a good job, and that you have another class with him next week, same time. “Lets see how many concepts you can remember this time” He smiles once again.

Pantalone, smiling back at you with your assignment, graded “A” for the first time in that semester, your hands trembling with happiness and possibly excitement for that reward. 

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