Like imagine an already old, grumpy Zandik, who only focuses and cares about his investigations, his segments... and you, his spouse. The embodiment of sunshine who bakes Zandik's favorite tart to make him come out of his cave.
You, who feeds doves at the local park, and who holds Zandik's hand while doing so. He can't help it! You're just so.. so ditzy? Stupid? No, he could never call you stupid. Happy, maybe? He can't help but accompany you everywhere.
And that includes whenever you go to the market. Where all of the good traits you have go out the window as you yell for the woman infront to fuck off.
In conclusion, even if Zandik tends to wonder why he married you, you remind him daily by caressing his aging hand, and spreading anti-aging cream on it to prevent the cold from piercing his skin. You remind him by taking him out of the house, forcing him to bake with you, and stumbling onto his toes everytime you want to "remember the old times" and try to dance together.
At the end, you both lay together once more, reunited by the flowers resting upon your body.
A drug that brings out all of one’s innermost desires, manifested in an animalistic, feral fury that changes the body as much as much as it does the mind.
He doesn’t feel guilty about hiding the mental effects from you when giving you the vial. It’s all in the name of science, after all.
WARNINGS: Reader has male anatomy (but it can be interpreted as a change brought on by a drug), Dubcon, Lab Setting, Unhealthy Dynamics, Transformation, Drugging, Aphrodisiacs, Mind Break, It’s fucking Dottore you know what to expect, Experiments, Primal Play, Weird Power Dynamic (Technically dom reader but they’re under his control so???), Biting, Scratching, Tearing Clothes, Blood, Blood Drinking, Teeth, Shame, Choking, Praise Kink, Encouragement, Sadomasochism, Anal (No Prep), Blowjobs
“Quite the success, isn’t it?”
Dottore hummed in thought, watching as you almost keeled over, grabbing the nearby table with an iron-knuckled grip to steady yourself. Getting you to agree to the experiment did require just a little bit of deception… well, that’s not quite right. He likes to think of himself as honest when he can be. He just didn’t tell the whole truth. He couldn’t help but smile as you let out a choked sound, clutching at your own throat, looking up at him with a wild, almost dazed look. You shrunk back a little as he approached, gritting your teeth.
“What did you do…?” Your voice was lower, rougher. Exactly as expected.
“My sincerest apologies. I must admit I led you here under some… false pretenses. But I am sure that soon enough you will see that my means are well justified, for the end… mm, it is sweet for both of us.” He chuckled. “You may take some pride in this, you are the perfect specimen for this little ‘thing’ of ours. And already responding to the drug so, so well…” He let his eyes move slowly up and down, taking in the sight of your body. He really couldn’t have asked for a better assistant in this. “Do be good, now. The more you struggle against it the faster you fall to its influence."
You opened your mouth. Perhaps to ask for more clarification, perhaps to insult him, either way, all that came out was a groan, tinged with something between pain and… pleasure. Those eyes of yours had become slightly glassier, more akin to the wild look of an animal than a person. He placed a hand on his chin, letting out a pleased hum.
“You wish to know what I’ve done to you? I have nothing more to hide, so I will describe it in detail.” He stepped even closer, leaning in. He could feel every too-hot puff of breath that fell from your lips, see up close the way beads of sweat had begun to form on your skin. “What I’ve given you today is not your ordinary enhancer. It greatly increases your strength and durability, yes, but above that, it has a very fascinating effect on your mind. You see, it takes whatever urges you may be feeling at a given moment— say, the ones you feel whenever you look at me— and it simply brings them to the forefront. Makes them impossible to ignore.” He felt a flutter of satisfaction and excitement in his chest as he watched that realization dawn over your face, your breath even more rapid and discoordinated now.
“Feel? I feel nothing for someone like you.”
Dottore laughed, standing back up straight. “So you often say. But, you see, we all have our secrets. And I, for one, have been rather interested in yours. It is that intrigue which I hold for you that inspired this trial in the first place.” He grinned even wider, his mind buzzing with anticipation as he watched your fingers dig into the table, denting it. The enhancers mixed in were working as expected, now all he had to do was confirm it had done what he’d been hoping for to your mind. “Now, you can try and try to deny yourself… but that most basic part of you is in the driver’s seat.”
“Bastard—!”
“I believe you’ll be singing a very different tune any moment now.” He reached out, letting his knuckles gently graze the side of your cheek, dropping his voice into almost a whisper. “Did you believe I wouldn’t notice all those sidelong glances you spared me? How that lovely gaze of yours seemed to just linger on my most vulnerable points? You look at me like you want to tear out my very throat with bared, slavering teeth.” He moved his hand down, thumb brushing along your lip before pulling it up, revealing the sharpened teeth the drug had moulded. He let out a hitched breath at the beautiful sight. “…And now, you can.”
At the encouragement, that slightly dazed look in your eyes shifted to something much more empty, much more feral. More akin to the dull, mindless hunger of a tiger than anything human. He ran his thumb along your canine, taunting you. And, to his delight, you took the bait, grabbing his wrist and biting down hard on his fingers.
He let out a gasp of pain, which quickly turned into a breathy laugh. “Yes, yes, very good! You are responding quite nicely.” He let you back him up. Resisting you might be fun, but a selfish man he was, and he had his own desires to tend to. “Tell me, is it freeing? To give into your own nature?”
You pulled off of his hand like it had burned you, drops of dark blood staining your teeth and dribbling down your lips. One drop fell from your chin, staining your collar. You looked as dazed as you were mortified, shame hot on your tongue as you hissed out your words in response. “Shut up.” He quirked up a brow, noting your words.
“I’m surprised you’re even still capable of speech with such a high dose. Interesting… I quite like this development. Still having some semblance of logical thought makes your descent all the more your own. The drug then becomes less of a driving force and more of a—“
He cut himself off as you pounced, pushing him down onto one of the many examination beds that lined his laboratory. Excitement burned hot beneath his ribs, and he watched eagerly as you couldn’t help but dart your tongue out, tasting the blood you had drawn from him. You seemed to regard it as something forbidden and something holy all at once, a certain reverence to each grind of your newly-sharpened teeth. You grabbed hold of his clothing, tearing apart the fabric with ease, exposing his chest as you dived for the hollow of his neck. You shoved your nose into his skin like his scent was the only thing keeping you sane, breathing him in. He couldn’t imagine he smelled of anything more pleasant than chemicals and parchment, but you didn’t seem to care in the slightest. It was endearing, if he were to be honest. There was nothing more fascinating than to see people completely lose themselves. And when he was the cause of such blatant primality… it was an intoxicating feeling.
“My my… so this is your true desire.” He hummed, tilting his head to the side to give you better access. “I must say, seeing someone break like this… reduced to little more than a monster with no one to blame but their own foolish wants, it makes me quite excitable. For the sake of the experiment, tonight I am yours to do with as you please. Just let go and allow yourself to give in to yourself.”
Your nails dug into the fabric of his cloak, leaving indents into the base of his spine as your grasp moved all around his back. Despite the desperate nature of your touch, it was oddly tentative, like whatever was left of your logic still clung to that incessant denial you always displayed.
“I wonder what it is that holds you back. Could it be shame? A sense of pride? Or perhaps you, on some level, fear me as much as you desire me.” He took hold of the collar of your clothing, pulling you away from his throat like a misbehaving whelp, just so he could properly observe your panting, desperate expression. “Please, tell me. If speaking is still something you are capable of.”
Your lips pulled back in something like a snarl, exposing your bloodied canines. “I despise you.”
“Well, now we both know that is not true.” He leaned back, letting the fabric of his torn coat part to reveal more of his bare expanse of skin. Your eyes followed down his body hungrily, your grip growing tighter. “The drug did not fabricate any feeling within you, simply drew out that which you had hidden. Come now, we’ve known each other long enough for you to be honest with me, yes?”
While he spoke, you seemed transfixed on his throat, hypnotized by every bob of his adam’s apple as he spoke. His grin grew just a little bit wider, and he pulled you closer, spreading his legs to accommodate your body between them. “Go on. You want to bite down, don’t you? It will feel so good for you if you do. I’ll play nice and keep still if you be good and just let this happen.”
When those canines finally sunk into the soft flesh of his neck, he let out a satisfied sigh, eyes fluttering shut as the pain seeped into his veins. You had just missed his jugular, to his slight chagrin. You would have been so beautiful, accented in the spray of blood that would cause. Still, he made good on his promise, staying still save for his hand, which he moved up to soothingly scrape down your scalp. “That’s it… don’t fight it any longer…”
He was soon on his back, pulling your weight on top of him. As you bit down again and again, your hands moved lower, grasping and tearing at the cloth of his pants.
“How brutal.” He fondly tutted, unlooping his belt. “Perhaps next time I can use this leather here to tie your wrists down. Wouldn’t it be fascinating, to watch you fight against it in a vain attempt to get to me? Maybe I’d allow you to bite down as a reward for fully losing yourself.”
You seemed to dislike the thought, by the way you took hold of his throat, wrapping your hand around it and digging your fingers into the puncture wounds you left behind. He let out a shaky breath, another hot flash of pain shooting through him. Something about the violent act coming from someone like you made the experience so much more stimulating. “There we go…” He rasped out as you pressed down harder. Your grip was tight, but your form was terrible, clearly being too far gone to even choke him out properly. He took your wrists, guiding your hands to settle on his windpipe, moving your fingers over the major veins in his neck, only letting go when that lightheaded feeling started to fuzz his mind.
“Much better, hm?”
Blood dripped down from your jaw, hitting his cheek and running down his skin, staining his sprawled out hair with red. He made a note to drag you to bathe with him after, but for now, he worked on unbuttoning your shirt, knowing you must be feeling unbearably hot in the constraints of your fabric. Once he was done, he reached up to settle a hand on your cheek, gently wiping some of his own blood off your face. “It hurts, doesn’t it? That overwhelming feeling of want. Poor thing… I can help you through this, if you’d allow me the honour.”
Your grip loosened on his throat, your glazed over eyes meeting his. You stayed like that, silent, contemplative, for a long, long moment. Then, you nodded.
He sat up and reached into his pocket for the bottle of the drug he prepared, the liquid within glinting in the dim light.. Before you could process, he grabbed your chin, yanking your head back and pulling your jaw open to administer the second dose.
You choked slightly as he poured the drug down your throat, your hands coming up to grasp at his wrist. But you didn’t struggle against it, nor attempt to push him off. In fact, you seemed to eagerly swallow, and when he pulled the vial away, you coughed and sputtered, slumping forward, your forehead pressed to his chest. He tenderly ran his hand down your head in a soothing, almost petting-like motion, whispering more words of sweet encouragement.
Your body twitched and convulsed as the drug very quickly took hold, causing further changes. Your jaw hung open, a raspy sound tearing from your throat as those teeth changed even more, snapping at nothing. Those nails, digging into his chest, had become something more like claws, puncturing his skin. After a moment, your head snapped up, and that fog in your eyes had cleared, revealing sharp, focused stare, pupils dilated so large they nearly enveloped your irises. His breath hitched as you shoved him down, tearing off what remained of his pants as that last human part of you dissipated into this snarling, starved beast. Something pressed against his thigh, and he realized quickly that your teeth and hands were far from the only things the drug had effected. He gave a low, thoughtful hum. “Fascinating… this is an unexpected effect.” He reached down, looping a finger below your belt to unclasp it and pull it off. You got them off quickly, but he barely got a view of what was underneath before it was being pressed up against him.
You were too far gone now, completely consumed with chasing your own pleasure, with little regard for his. And that was what sent this intense thrill through his body, the pain from the various bite wounds and scratches and the feeling of you slowly pushing into him just elevating the experience further. He drew you closer as you slammed into him, unable to stop the pained gasp that escaped him. Your claws dug into his calves, pulling them up to the point where he was almost bent in half, rutting into him with a rabid fervour. He moved his hands up, gliding them up your back, down your chest, thoroughly examining your transformed body. The drug wouldn’t last much longer, and he needed to get every last bit of data out of you before it did. The first trial was always important. It was your rawest reaction to the mixture he’d created, and, he’d proudly say, an utterly beautiful sight. He hadn’t the barest idea why you were so reluctant to show him this side of you when the result was this sweet. You continued to bite at his throat, teeth sinking into him so roughly he couldn’t tell if it was out of hatred or affection, perhaps both. He fought the urge to return the favour, not wanting to interfere too much with your body’s reactions. He smiled as you groaned into his neck, holding you against him while you continued your brutal pace, hitting his prostate with each swift thrust.
He could feel his own arousal building. He snaked a hand down between your two bodies, stroking himself while you fucked into him. He could afford to let loose just a little, tilting his head back to allow your jaws to clamp down even higher on his throat. Your nails clawed down his legs, your breath coming out in short puffs against his throat.
“Close, are you?” He chuckled, feeling you shiver at his whispered words. “Let yourself go…”
You let out a strangled cry, burying yourself all the way inside him. He rubbed your shoulders as you came, the feeling driving him over the edge with you.
He expected you to calm down after your orgasm, but instead, after a bare moment of rest, you were moving down his body, licking, biting, grasping. You’d pulled yourself out of him, sliding down to kneel on the ground in front of him, taking his spent cock in your hand and pulling it into your fanged mouth.
He sat up quickly, gasping at the overstimulation. He placed a hand on the back of your head as you had begun to lap at the head of his cock.
“Interesting… very interesting…” He breathed out, spreading his legs a little wider. Despite still being clearly under the drug’s influence, with your jaw and hands still dripping with his blood, you were now acting in such an oddly gentle way. He could already feel his lower abdomen growing tight, responding to your tongue. “You aren’t done with me yet, are you? Insatiable little dear.”
Your nails dug into his thighs, shoving him all the way into the back of your throat. It was that same animalistic hunger from before, but without the violent aggression. Still, it quickly drove him to the edge again, white hot pleasure rushing through his body as he came.
You looked up at him, lips ajar, breath coming out in rasps. Your eyes were half lidded, but after a moment, they seemed to widen, some sort of awareness returning to them. He reached down a hand, trailing it gently along your cheek.
“Ah, there you are.”
Your brows furrowed up at him, but you didn’t protest as he guided you to rest your head against his thigh. You let out a long breath, eyes fluttering shut. He chuckled, another rush of endearment blooming in his chest as he continued to gently stroke your jaw. A bath was certainly in order, but he’d allow the both of you this moment of rest first. You certainly needed it after such a taxing experiment. “You did well. Very well.”
“Should have ripped out your jugular when I had the chance.”
“Mm… Perhaps. But you didn’t want to, did you?”
You went silent, and he hummed in approval, enjoying the ache of all the injuries he’d sustained.
