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♡18 y.o♡

[nymphfever]

☆about me☆

My sexy aesthetic is highly synthetic fuck my genetics!

18! she/her. Balkan vampire. Slavic doll. | isfp. | Daughter of Hypnos cabin 15 - pjo. | Slytherin. Avid book reader. I miss my huzz Werther. Photographer. I yap a lot.

Favorite fandoms:

Harry Potter, Mphfpc, Percy Jackson, The empyrean series, The cruel prince, Caraval and Ouabh, Obey me!, Twst, Genshin impact, Hazbin hotel, etc...

[lifeloverdottorish]

[no-oxygen-in-my-bl00d]

I don't think Americans exist

[nymphfever]

Cigarettes and vapes make me happy

[prettyliilnett]

[nymphfever]

"I don't hit you and never did" yea, but then when my sister mentions it, how she's grateful you used to hit us as kids you proudly admit to it cause that's amazing parenthood.

I'm seriously not trying to act like I'm a saint or an amazing daughter, ok I'm rude and disrespectful but just because you're my mother and are "always right" doesn't mean you get to erase how you used to treat me in childhood and act like your bursts of rage didn't have an impact on my responses to the way you talk to me even if you aren't trying to attack me.

[s4ck-lunch]

Late night cuddles with F/O that slowly diverge into sex.

Wandering hands turning into something more desperate. Quick kisses becoming more passionate. Small whimpers melting into desperate moans.

Who’s the first to finally cross the line though?

[silverflqmes]

Hello Queen🧘🏻‍♀️ i was wondering if you could write a nfsw about Dottore being a professor at the akademiya? I am OBSESSED with image of Dottore being yk sassy professor🤤🤤

✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁!

notes. hello anon!! super sorry for the delay, i’ve been trying to unscramble my brain since i finished the sem last week aaa professor!dottie sounds so yum.. thinking bout him got me thinking nonsense..

tw. degradation, praise, slight age gap, use of ‘dear’, oral ( m receiving! ), asphyxiation, doggy style, hair pulling, semi-public sex, humiliation, orgasm denial if you squint, um.. boot riding?

uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..

professor!dottore x afab!reader

there was a dull ache festering in both your knees and scalp, possibly now at the back of your throat as well with every snap of your professor’s hips. but that was just it — a dull, negligible pain that you couldn’t bother to fixate on; not when warm flesh slotted so perfectly into your mouth, seafoam tresses tickling your nose as it did.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t sure how you’d gotten yourself into this mess. most might call it a last ditch attempt at saving your final grade, extra credit, maybe even your gpa.. but no, not really.

you were just incredibly down bad for your professor.

how couldn’t you be? among shriveled prunes with a foot in a retirement home ( possibly even a grave with how stubborn some of these sages were ), the man you were choking on was a ripened plum. sour-sweet, with plenty of juice left in him to pump you full of his load.

tugging at the roots of your hair, dottore heaved out a blend between a sigh and hiss, unable to quite stop the low chuckle that followed. “what a lovely mouth you had, my dear.. using it so eagerly to answer all of my questions while everyone else cowered in their seats, and look at you now,” he spoke up, delivering a particularly powerful thrust that had tears the shade of the feathers adorning his attire gathering at the corners of your lashes. “stuffed beyond comprehension, subjecting yourself so willingly to carnal desires.. what if someone heard you? your fellow alumni? professors?” he prompted, giving the roots of your hair a taunting tug. “they’d surely whisper among themselves about what a filthy slut their classmate and student is.. but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

nearly feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of his shoe pressed against your clothed, dampened clit, you could do nothing more but moan against him, nodding mindlessly. what could you say anyway? nothing intelligible, at least, and dottore was sure to take another jab at your intellect.

but not saying anything seemed to have the same effect regardless. “oh? what was that, dear? several semesters with me already, and you still don’t know how to use your words?” the seafoam haired male continued, scoffing lightly. “surely you would try harder if this was worth a grade.. an oral exam, if you would.. perhaps that would motivate you more?”

grinding down on his boot, you whined back pathetically against him, digging your manicured nails into his cotton clad thighs. if this were an exam, you’d surely fail — unless he were grading you on the basis of the noises you let out.

which in that case.. you’d pass with flying colors. maybe.

dottore all but tilted his head down at you, chest rising and falling at the vibrations on his dick. he had to give it to you for attempting, it seemed to do the trick well enough, because after four more thrusts, he was emptying himself down your throat.

pale cerulean locks spilled behind him as he threw his head back with a low groan, loosening his hold just enough on your head for you to detach your lips with an echoing pop.

but not before leather tipped fingers were reaching for your chin, forcing your gaze to his burning rubies. a warning. “ah-ah-ah, you wouldn’t want to be expelled and have me fired if the cleaners were stumble upon this mess, would you?” he tutted, wagging his index finger in the way he sometimes did when making a point in class. “swallow, my dear. i don’t want to see a drop wasted, unless you’d prefer to be left high and dry..” he trailed off, slowing the movement against your swollen folds — separated by sullied panties that were under the threat of quite possibly never being removed to feel him inside you.

which would be horrible.

your head shook violently in protest as his pearly seed slid down your oesophagus, lips parting seconds after to show him your tongue. “a-all gone, sir — just as you asked..!”

smiling down at you, he let his thumb brush the bottom of your lip before letting out a satisfied hum. “well done, my dear. it seems your intelligence is still mostly in tact.” he praised, shifting his hand to pet your head gently before rising from his seat, “let’s see how long that holds up.”

part of you wanted to ask what that meant, but the other half that indulged in the type of literature that scenes like these derived from knew well enough what your professor meant.

you followed without much protest, and before you knew it, papers were sliding off the desk along with stray pens and the apple you so courteously brought at the start of your meeting. an offering as much as it was a provocation — now on the floor while your front was meeting the cypress table- imported upon request from fontaine, according to your professor.

following closely behind, dottore lined himself up with your clothed sex, pulling your undergarments to the side as he leaned over until his lips met the shell of your ear. “now, don’t shy away from vocalizing how well i fill you up, my dear.. but be sure to use your inside voice for me, yes?”

notes. might romanticize uni a little more if dottore was there, honestly. if only he was into arts & humanities💔 im not built for stem😔

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[miyaz6ki]

more dottore smut pleasr... can u do one with fem bunny reader? breeding? :3

M'PRETTY N' M'PETTY AS FU— dottore x half-bunny! gn! afab! reader

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, heat cycle duh, reader has afab anatomy, NO ACTUAL GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED, breeding, mating press position, i forgot the position where ur bent over but that one

m note: i think u guys like dottore...

synopsis: dottore is busy experimenting but you're in heat, please please please just help out this once?

word count: 1k

you weren't even supposed to be here, you knew how busy he had been— you shouldn't even have had the courage to be knocking on his door so early. it was closed securely for a reason,

yet there you were, squeezing your thighs together, the heat only growing the more he made you wait.

that was you earlier anyway.

it was only a matter of time before he would have you bent into such a mean mating press, your poor, poor legs; your knees to be more specific were aching as they touched your shoulders.

still, you had never felt as desperate as this, not when you weren't with the nice man who took you in. ah well, there was no one else to blame other than yourself—you must've curated this, you must've known...

musing your little tail around him while your ears would point down in shame when asking him to 'heal' the itch between your legs.

"mmmngh... d- dottore— please don't haah te-tease me!"

hearing your cute little plead of lust when he struggled to resist rutting up inside you as fast as his human body could; your sopping wetness only made it than ever to stop himself from sliding inside you so suddenly.

giving a few pumps to his shaft, a few pearly strings of cum out of the tip of his cock. nibbing a bit onto his finger to rub in between your folds, moving his gaze underneath his mask fell easy as his gloved hand thoroughly explored your slit.

it was mean the way he smirked, "don't tease? you'll have what you can get, my little bunny." tipping your head up so you can look at him at he ruins you,

you gaze at him with glassy eyes when he slides his cock up and down on you, covering his whole length in the sweetness of your juices. he has a hand continuing to spread your legs despite you already holding up your knees, already waiting for him to fuck you so impatiently.

"t'bad, hmm? this sweet little cunt of yours is mine now."

swiping a thumb of your juice, he brings it up to his mouth for a taste. his laughter starting to echo the laboratory of his solace. just the mere thought of you being so needy for his cock, and his cock alone had him wild inside.

using his strength to keep you tact, placing your legs over his shoulders as he kept you in a position that had your legs aching in the morning.

you let out sultry moans instinctively when his tip hits you so perfectly inside, and dottore? is busy sneering while he watches you struggling to take him... yet continue to beg so sweetly for more. "f—uuck, doing so well for me, bun'... k- keep sucking me in like that and i might think you're trying to keep me in."

his eyes basically glew the word 'predatory' while he threw his head back, slovenly grinning down at you. he lets out a deep groan that echoes on the metal walls of the lab; your own gummy wall clench down harshly when he's finally fully inside you.

massaging down the veins of his astoundingly hard length, it's almost too immediate when his hips are basically touching yours, hugging even.

even when he's got you bent over the operation table—it only gets so much better, pulling you by your ears from behind while his rude cock ruts deeply inside your greedy entrance. "wh... haah, what a fucking slut you are."

mocking in his usual voice while you viciously pulled at your soft little ears, barely being able to hold yourself up with the numbness in your forearms taking over.

letting out loud grunts as he briefly hung his head back at how adorable you looked being so desperate. feeling the heat in your skin spread to him, the warmth in your ears was cute when he had the rude ramming of every harsh inch of his large shaft.

"couldn't w- wait for me to come to you, brat?"

every thrust jolts any sane thought you could possibly have, the kind of pace he goes at makes your brain all soft n' messy—the kind that has you gasping for air, or for his name. either is good for him.

and when his pace continues to pick up, the loud, and wet thwack thwack thwacks had gotten you to your fifth orgasm. even when you're grasping hard at the metal of his operation table; your thighs are aching from the positions he's put you in.

"m's- sorry, dotty, sniff p- please?" your voice came out weak, but enough for the harbinger to hear. you lay weakly on the table while only his hips holding you up with his length.

his hand finally leaving your poor ears before he props you back up on the chair. making you sit up with slow blinks, clearly still dazed from how hard he had you come in a row.

his breath comes out short when he turns to crack his neck, "what did i tell you about giving me nicknames, sweetheart?" you tipped your head at his words very slowly, "b... huh? but m'calling you by your name."

dottore's cock continues to twitch, still rock-hard when suddenly drops of white slowly fell to the floor from your sweet cunt. pushing his digits into you in order to keep his seed inside you, "better keep this inside, bunny, that's what makes the itch stay away for a while."

his voice was a fierce rumble as he planted small kisses on your shoulder uncharacteristically. "stay here unless you want that ginger boy bothering you."

[beetlejuicyy]

omega!dottore x reader ✦ 35 the most selfish of segments doesn't want to share; sfw, mildly implied yandere, making out, possessive dottore (water is wet duh), reader is clueless about the other segments

Genshin Impact Masterlist ✦ Masterlist

“Do you have a moment?” You raise your eyes from your book to see Dottore standing in the doorway, one foot already inside the room like he remembered courtesy too late. The door is barely open, leaving space just for half his body to step inside.

“Of course.” You reply, putting your book aside. 

Dottore comes to you for two reasons only. As busy as he can get, experimenting with the unknown and exciting parts of laying with someone else is a pleasure he indulges in only as a form of reward, after achieving substantial results. Otherwise, he occasionally comes to check on you and make sure you don't disappear. You tell him you won’t. He has men following you, watching you while he is away. Yet, he is at peace only when he sees you there, exactly where he last left you, like a doll he puts on his shelf. 

He closes the door behind him and walks with heavy yet elegant steps that fill the silent room towards the bed. The air is suddenly tense, and you’re waiting to see if he will bring up your brief meeting in the morning. You saw him in an empty hallway at Zapolyarny palace, no guards, no subordinates, no one to witness. And he didn’t even spare a glance in your direction. Dottore is nowhere near the fiery passionate lover who would sneak around, incapable of keeping away from you. He is as cold and still as the snow quietly falling outside your window, sometimes turning into a merciless blizzard. Yet even blizzards cease and the fire inside the city melts the snow into a puddle. Nonetheless, passing you by like he didn’t even know you felt painful.

As he sits on the edge of the bed and finally takes off his mask to put it on your nightstand your heart aches. You can’t be mad at him. You don’t afford it. You are a moth to a flame, attracted by his arrogance, his ingenuity, his authority. You’re curious and fascinated and it’s probably going to get you killed because you know nothing substantial about this man. Only his title. And his anger.

He takes his gloves then the white jacket off and pulls at the knot at his neck until his blue shirt comes undone, but the leather harness over the fabric doesn’t seem to bother him as much. The room is silent, filled by the quiet sound of sheets shifting as you welcome him in your arms. He likes to sit like that, with his back against you and his head hanging on your shoulder. You can only guess he likes the warmth of your body enveloping him, keeping him close from behind, because he never expressed it through words.

One of your hands slips under his shirt to touch his chest and you feel the way it rises and falls heavily under your palm. The other cups his cheek gently as you kiss him, slow and careful, to check if this is what he wants from you this time. It appears so, because his lips melt into yours and he only sighs sometimes when you rub your thumb gently over his jaw or when your fingers brush over his nipples. The harness is in the way, and he unclasps it with a calm and precise motion, giving you more freedom over his chest.

Dottore is the opposite of desperate. He knows what he wants and he knows he gets it at a snap of his fingers. As of now, he seems content with sloppy and slow kisses, tongues moving against each other in harmony, never battling for any kind of dominance. His hands are well behaved, placed over your bare calves that straddle his body. You don’t tease him and you don’t rile him up in any way. If he wants more he will take it. Your guess is that, more than the actual sexual implications of your actions, he relieves a lot of stress by being held like this. A lot of thoughts pass through your mind while you kiss him, and you know his mind is never blank or fully consumed by desire at any time either. The man always thinks, always assesses the situation, always has his next move ready.

Therefore, there’s no surprise to you when he finally pulls away and the crown of his head rests against your cheek, as crimson red eyes stare into the void like he needs more clarity. 

“I’ll be leaving for Sumeru and I arranged for you to stay at an inn near the city.” He speaks slowly, articulating every word like it’s a command for you and it’s crucial that you understand every detail.

“But... I have work to do.” A part of you is excited he wants to take you with him. Another part finds it unsettling that he speaks like everything is decided already.

“You’ll be coming for work. Your superior will let you know tomorrow.”

You know he can feel your heartbeat racing in your chest and thundering against his back. Your guess is that he probably enjoys analyzing your reactions, toying with you like a lab rat in a maze. He doesn’t. Dottore’s mind is too overwhelmed by his own selfishness to pay attention to you. All he can think about is how to keep you a secret. You are his and only his. The only thing none of them had in their lives, the only thing that makes him unique among them. If the others would find out about you they will be interested. If he is, of course they will, because he is them and they are him. No, that’s the least of problems. You cannot know about the others. What if you find 45 more mature and reliable than him? What if you find 25 more interesting and attractive than him? What if 18 and the clumsiness of a young inexperienced man wins you over? What if you meet 65 and you see where all his negative traits had gotten him? What if you see 8 and stop seeing him as a man altogether but as a foolish small boy? 

Your fingers brushing through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp bring little comfort to his troubled mind as he tries to figure out a way to keep you near him at all times while also keeping you away from them, from every version of himself. 

Then, another dreadful thought sparks to life in his mind. Would you welcome him with the same warmth and acceptance if you knew he is incomplete? That he is only a part of a man, an incomplete piece stuck in time with no chance for growth, for change? Would your eyes grow hostile, your touch become cold? He could force you. Confine you. But no matter if he examined every cell of your body he wouldn’t be able to artificially recreate that genuine care and tenderness he, or any other version of him, has never received before in this world. Dottore couldn’t risk it.

In his deprived and alienated mind that will never be moved, it is a simple exchange. For whatever reason that Dottore hasn’t yet uncovered, you’re giving him your warmth, your patience, your understanding. You couldn't be called a sly fox nor a dumb bunny. For the latter, he appreciates your intellect which probably drew you to him in the first place. When it comes to the former, well, he doesn't see any malice in your intent either. A sly bunny you could be, offering youself to him for survival. As your soft fingers work on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, Dottore is convinced you should belong to him, and only him. His body temperature is rising, he can feel his pants grow tighter around his crotch in anticipation for the pleasure he discovered on his own, through you. In return, he will keep you safe from the corrupted and unfair world, and away from all the other parts of himself.

taglist: @ellenna

dividers: @omi-resources and @kodaswrld

[tianshi-om]

“You’ve been staring at me for almost an hour straight. Don’t you have tasks to finish?”

A voice pulls you from your thoughts. Seated across from you was Lucifer, working away at his desk while you occupied one of the wingback chairs in his study. He gave you an unamused look as you blinked, a face that clearly said, “Well?”

To be completely honest, you were staring—but not for the reasons one might assume.

His tie was crooked. That was all.

It bothered you far more than it should have, but you were feeling a little bashful today. The tie sat slightly loosened, leaning toward the left, and you couldn’t stop imagining how much better it’d look if it were fixed.

You didn’t answer Lucifer’s question. Instead, you set the files down on the coffee table before making your way to the side of his chair.

One of his brows arched at your unexpected actions. Though he acted as if your sudden proximity didn’t affect him, the faint pink dusting his cheeks said otherwise.

Reaching out carefully, you took hold of his collar. Lucifer went still, half—no, fully—expecting you to pull him in for a kiss.

Instead, your hands moved to his tie, straightening it exactly the way you’d been envisioning for the past hour.

“All done. It was crooked.”

“…Was that all?”

Softly resting your hands on his shoulders, you blinked.

“…Yes?”

You studied his expression. The disappointment written across his face was impossible to miss.

You couldn’t help but drag out the act a little longer—just to see how long Lucifer would remain vulnerable for you.

“…Nothing. I appreciate you fixing my tie. You may return to your work now,” he grumbled.

With a pleased little hum, you removed your hands from his shoulders.

Then, before stepping away, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

His eyes widened in surprise as you returned to your seat.

After that, Lucifer found himself considering whether his tie really needed to stay perfectly straight all the time.

[carameldove]

“I don’t want the future. I want the present to stand still. I want to stay here with you…”˖⋆⟢

✦ synopsis: the way to a gamers heart..is you! (in short how loser!dottore shows his love!)

✦ a/n: the fanart belongs to cosonette on tiktok which inspired this whole thing

• No idea how he bagged but he bagged regardless.

• His actual name is Zandik and his gamer tag is Dottore he was so proud of it, he told everyone to call him Dottore as a nickname. Looking back to it he is embarrassed by his young self and even more embarrassed if you decide to tease him about it.

• “Dihhtore” “Stop☹️”

• He has you saved as muffin in his phone and basically thats your go-to pet nickname! Zandik chose this because y’all met in a cafe that serves the tastiest muffins (and you’re as sweet as muffin to him)

• Both an academic and gamer/manga typa loser. He has many medical internships requests, his skills are high demand — and at the same time he is info dumping large amounts of game lore to you with lightning speed of talking.

• or random facts “Did you know that earwax is a type of sweat?”

• His room is full with educational books and manga followed by his figure collection. Its somehow messy and organised at the same time. Whenever you come over Zandik makes effort it atleast looks decent-ish

• Corniest pick up lines

• “Are you a controller? Because I can’t function without you-“ “Bro.”

• Socialising..who is that? He only goes to college, grocery shopping and the nearby cafe that I mentioned. Most dates happen in his room, if you do insist, he will go out with you but he looks like a dear caught in headlights the whole time.

• Wears glasses due to being infront of a screen for half of his existence and places them on you sometimes as an failed attempt to flirt.

• Hands always sweaty, at first Zandik was even embarrassed to hold hands with you.

• He is clingy — too clingy. This is his first relationship so he just wants you, okay? Doesn’t matter what you’re up to just stay by his side.

• For as long as he remembers, Zandik was always an outcast. No matter how smart he just couldn’t get along with his peers, which made him accustomed to hearing his name said with hatred. When you came along and said Zandik with so much love in your voice it was like the Gods finally decided to show him some grace.

• His hair is mad fluffy and Zandik wouldn’t refuse you — if you would want to pet it while he lays down on your lap (please)

• Too deep into brainrot I fear

⭑.ᐟ

[kwatzaya]

ladies, take it easy.. one at a time.. 😽 I'll shake my nonchalant dreadhead for y'all.. haha.. 😽😽

[blissphemous]

[ilzzey]

[gabbyyxoxoo]

[fgwzls]

୨ ❝ LESSON OF THE DAY : KEEP RAGEBAITING YOUR HEARTS OUT. ❞ ๑ slytherin boys x f!reader (xvarious)

๑ summary : just ragebaiting the Slytherin boys to the fullest. Mostly sabotaging their games, of course. ➜ fluff , smau hp masterlist ୨୧ # cursing, crackfic, reader bullying the Slytherin boys(not in a bad way, of course!), the Weasley twins and harry supporting reader, etc (potentially a series)

๑ ❝ slyther-ing my way to your bed ❞ gang includes ; draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, and lorenzo berkshire

Aaaaaaa idk if I'm gonna do multiple characters smau todayyyy , im very blind nd idk if made a mistake so do tell me😢😢💔

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