#il dottore genshin

[sugareno]

he’s real oh my god he s real guys

[adoreirises]

First Time With Some of The Harbingers

MDNI

⟢ featuring: Pantalone, Scaramouche and Dottore x AFAB Reader

⟢ word count: 1.2k

⟢ note: I wrote this while high as shit bruh. I hope you can't tell. Reader uses gender neutral pronouns but is described to have a vagina. I lowk lost the plot a lil bit. You can definitely tell which one of these three is my favorite lol

⟢ warnings: edging, bondage, p in v sex, aphrodisiacs, blindfolds, Dottore himself is a warning, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), degrading.

As always constructive criticism is welcomed.

✦ Pantalone

“Try to relax, dear. It’ll hurt more if you’re so tense,” Pantalone murmurs in your ear, almost lazy in his self-assuredness. His still-gloved fingers brush feather-light touches along your abused folds—barely touching, but reminding you he could.

You whine again. He’s been at this for what seems like hours, taking you to the edge of pleasure and pulling away just before you could fall. With his fingers, his tongue, just the tip of his cock…

He’d said something about preparing you, though you suspect he simply gets off on the sight of you crying and whining beneath him.

You make a sound dangerously close to a whimper, all pretense of dignity forgotten. “Pantalone… please.”

"What is it, love?”

“I-I can’t… Please, I can’t do this,” you whine. The sentence comes out breathy, high-pitched, and barely legible.

Pantalone laughs, and you almost want to punch him for it. He’s still fully clothed, gloves and all, clearly elated at how pitiful you must look. “My dear, I’m just trying to prepare you. But if you’re so eager…” He smiles. “You know I can’t deny you.”

You bury your face in your hands, eliciting another breathy laugh from him. Finally, he drops his trousers just enough to free his cock and… oh my. Your mouth goes dry at the sight. Suddenly, you understand exactly what all that talk about preparation was for. His cock is huge—thick and curved—its tip now pressing just barely into your drooling cunt.

You tense instinctively. You don’t mean to, but he notices immediately. He doesn’t laugh this time, but the mirth in his eyes is practically the same as if he had. “C’mon, you were so eager. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.” You close your mouth (not even aware it had fallen open) and give a vigorous shake of your head.

He smiles, almost a little relieved. “Good girl.” He pulls his hands from your hips for just a moment—the loss of contact strangely jarring—before removing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. “Now come on.”

It was going to be a long night.

✦ Scaramouche

“Pathetic.” Scaramouche sneered. “C’mon, don’t disappoint me. I thought you could do better.”

You’ve been choking on his dick for what feels like ages, struggling to take him in fully while still remembering to breathe. It seems your sloppy efforts have started to bore him.

“Maybe I’ve put too much faith in you,” he scoffs, wrapping a hand tightly in your hair before tugging you off him with a sharp pull. “Let’s try again. Hm?” His eyes rake over your body, and you fight the urge to cover yourself. You look like a complete mess. You're sure of it. All flushed and breathless, with streaks of spit and precum coating your lips and chin.

Scaramouche’s grip tightens in your hair, pulling a weak, whimper from your throat. He clicks his tongue. “Okay. Crash course.”

Without another warning, he yanks you forward again. “Open wider. And relax that throat this time.” He guides his slick cock back to your lips, tapping the swollen head against them once, twice, before pushing in with a slow, deliberate thrust. This time he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. Even that small mercy discarded. He pushes just a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat and holding you there.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and mocking. “Look at you. Already crying for me? Adorable.” Tears slip down your cheeks, mixing with the mess already coating your chin, but you try—hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue to the best of your ability while he uses your mouth. Every little whimper and gag seems to amuse him even more, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

He pulls back only to thrust in again, harder. Nearly knocking the wind out of you. Every time you try to pull away for air, his hand in your hair keeps you exactly where he wants you. He rocks his hips forward another inch, watching with dark amusement as fresh tears spill down your flushed cheeks. “There we go. Much better already.”

✦ Dottore

“How responsive,” Dottore muttered, removing his finger from your slick heat and bringing it up to your mouth.

You lapped it up. Obviously. What else were you supposed to do? You were completely at his mercy. When your lover had suggested an… let’s call it an “experiment” to test your reactions using different stimuli, you had agreed. Mostly because you were curious and hadn’t taken the thought very seriously.

If you had known it would lead to you being tied up and blindfolded on the bed, with pumps of what felt like pure heat flowing through your veins, you might have given your answer a bit more thought.

But alas, it was too late for regrets now.

You didn’t even know what to expect. The blindfold pressed firmly against your eyes, plunging you into darkness, while the soft ropes spread your arms and legs apart, baring you in a way that would have normally caused anxiety if you didn’t trust the man above you so completely.

You could hear him moving nearby. The scratch of pen on paper and the rustle of fabric were the only testaments to his presence.

Dottore’s low chuckle broke the silence. “Still with me, my dear? Or has the serum already melted that clever little mind of yours?”

You tried to answer, but only a soft, needy whimper escaped your lips. The heat in your veins pulsed stronger now, pooling low in your belly and making your thighs tremble. You could feel how wet you were — embarrassingly so — and the cool air of the room only made the slickness between your legs more obvious.

A gloved hand trailed slowly up your inner thigh, feather-light and teasing. “My, my… look at you. So eager already.” Dottore’s voice was smooth and clinical, yet laced with dark amusement and fascination. “The serum is working beautifully. Elevated heart rate, quickened breathing, and this—” His fingers brushed lightly over your soaked folds, making your hips arch involuntarily. “—this is quite the promising reaction.”

You bit your lip hard, trying not to moan, but another helpless sound slipped out anyway. Dottore hummed in approval.

“Let’s see how much more you can take before you start begging. Shall we?” His fingers withdrew, and you felt the absence like a physical thing. The only sounds in the room were the rustle of fabric — until you nearly yelped in surprise when you felt his breath ghosting over your dripping core.

Before you could brace yourself, his tongue dragged slowly from your entrance up to your swollen clit in one long, deliberate lick. The sensation hit you like lightning: intense, wet heat against oversensitive flesh. Your back arched sharply, a broken moan tearing from your throat as the serum amplified every stroke.

He didn’t rush. His movements were precise, almost maddeningly controlled, as if this were just another experiment to him. He circled your clit with the flat of his tongue, then flicked it lightly, savoring the way your body jerked and trembled beneath him whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Your back arched off the bed as much as the ropes would allow, another broken moan tearing from your throat.

Dottore tsked softly. “None of that. This is still an experiment, and I still want data.”

⟢ Art by Hoyoverse

⟢ Dividers by Saradika Graphics

[outkoi]

Experiment codename: "Version 6.6"

[moonlight-shadxw]

Masked and unmasked

[sockcakes]

i wanna pick him up and blow air in his face

[dotyosan]

I like to think that modern au Dottore gives you two rings, one before your marriage with him and the other is during marriage. The first ring is a platinum band, black diamond with a secret love language engraved in it which you can't transcribe at all because it is in a language that he only know. He'll tell you about the meaning on your wedding day with him, don't worry. While his first wedding ring is a simple platinum band, with your engravings on it

He really loves you though he can't expressed that verbally, only physically but he tries he's best to not use his clinical detachment tone on you when he actually meant by loving you in a word that sounds mean which made you think he was a meanie.

But I must admit, he's very good at physical contact. When you had your first intimacy physical activity(sex) with him, he was harshly thrusting inside you while praising you with gentle words which made you confused from all the pleasure overwhelming inside you.

For aftercare, he's quite good at it. He cleans you up and the aftermath at the bed. After that, he'll gently lay you down at bed in your comfy clothes that he gave you. As he laid you down at bed, he'll put a blanket on you and hug you to sleep as he kisses you

And then when you wake up, you'll see him sleeping comfortably at your chest

[deathbysnakes]

Dottore And His Clones When Their Lover Comes Back After A Long Trip

Dottore x Reader (Romantic) Dottore's Adult Clones x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings:I don't write toxic relationships so this might be ooc/lots of physical affection/Dottore and his clones are clingy af/this might have some spelling errors

Pronouns:He/Him (Dottore, Dottore's Clones), You/Your (Reader)

Fluff/Crack/One-shot

Explanation:After a long trip that lasted six months, you return to your lover(s)

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You exhaled as the door closed behind you, six months, you've been gone for six months, and by the gods were you happy to be back. It was late, four in the morning to be exact. Normally people would expect their partners to be asleep by now, but other people's partners weren't robots or, half robots. Sluggishly, you dragged yourself to one of your lovers labs, you were tired but you were also yearning. You heard muffled muttering from the closest lab as your fingers locked around the door handle, a warmth filling your chest as you imagined what your lover's faces would look like when they saw you.

The door creaked open and what greeted you was a familiar but none the less bizarre sight. Gamma had Tau by the scruff of his shirt as he whisper-shouted something at the smug faced clone, Mu was elbow deep in a unusual looking human carcass while he hummed softly, Omega was bossing clones around, and Beta was tampering with a trinket that based on the way he hid himself beneath his coat, he definitely wasn't supposed to be tampering with. There were a few more of Dottore's clones, but on the surface they didn't seem to be doing anything unusual at the moment. Beta was the first to notice you considering he was constantly looking up to make sure no one saw him.

He audibly giggled and sprung out of his chair, leaping at you with the speed of a rift hound, but before he made contact with you he was grabbed by the scruff by Omega and harshly pushed aside. "My dear!" Omega's arms wrapped around you tenderly, his usually elegant demeanor slipping, giving way to longing. He cupped your cheek in one hand and pressed a long kiss to your other cheek before nuzzling his face into your temple. "I didn't think I would make it much further surrounded by these buffoons." Despite his harsh words, his tone carried relief and joy. Just before you could wrap your arms around Omega, Beta roughly grabbed the edge of Omega's coat and sweeped him off you, quickly replacing the older clones warmth with his, though his embrace was much more...crushing. "Oh ho ho! My sweet! Home at last~! Ignore that slime brain, I've suffered way more from your absence than he has!" There was a rasp to Beta's later words, carring clear jealousy, but he gave you no time to think on it, as he was already pressing sloppy and eager kisses to your face with loud 'mwa's. But his turn was soon up as Gamma pushed him out of the way using his shoulder. "Out of the way fool!" Gamma snapped before quickly turning back to you. Gamma's hands caressed both sides your face, holding you with such fondness. "Are you okay? Any cuts or bruises? Oh my darling, you must be exhausted, here, I'll pull up a chair and rub your feet-" Tau snatched you away from Gamma, carrying you like you were royalty. Gamma was quick to try to snatch you back but Tau kept you right out of his range. "[Preferred pronouns] need rest!" Gamma cried, still trying to get to you. "[Preferred pronouns] are resting~" Tau teased, holding you closer to his chest. "See? Feet off the ground." Mu tried reaching out to you, a sweet smile on his face, one that would make you forget he was just dissecting a human, but his arms were covered in blood, so there was no way the clones were letting him anywhere near you right now.

As clones surrounded you, it was hard not to become overwhelmed by all the attention, till Omega seized you again, protective arms wrapped around your waist. "That's enough! I am the superior clone, therefore I will be the first to spend time with our beloved after so long!" All the clones grumbled in disagreement and began to move towards you again, till the lab door shot open, revealing a very grumpy looking Il Dottore, the original Il Dottore. Dottore swiftly walked over to you, pushing through the crowd of clones, picked you up, and carried you out of the lab. Before fully exiting their line of sight, he stopped and tilted his head towards the clones slightly. "Tomorrow, we will talk about this behavior." Dottore was practically seething, he looked more weary than before, your absence had clearly hit him hard. Dottore grumbled something no one was able to hear as he turned back to you, carrying you to your shared chambers.

Dottore had given you time to get ready for bed, and once you were all set, you began to slip under the covers, only to be pulled under by your lover. Dottore nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as his arms made perches around your torso. "I should’ve been able to go with you…" He muttered, arms only squeezing tighter around you. Your hand reached up to stroke his hair, which was rather greasy. "It’s in the past, how about we focus on the present." You whispered to him, trying to coax him into sleep, and it appeared to be working seeing how his eyelids now seemed too heavy for him. "Mmm…" Dottore tried saying something else but sleep was quickly winning, and it wasn’t long till he was knocked out. You closed your eyes in contempt, just happy to be back after so long. But the sound of the door opening pulled you away from inevitable sleep. Your eyes opened, but before you knew it, Omega was cuddled into your back, a pleased smile plastering his face, no fear of getting caught at all. "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you for another hour." His face settled between your shoulder blades, while one of his hands gently caressed your back, he was careful not to make contact with his creator, as to not wake him. You sighed, not exactly mad at Omega, but you knew the disaster that would follow when Dottore woke up the next morning. You closed your eyes again, trying to find sleep, only for the familiar creaking of the door to be heard again. This time, it was Beta. A gleeful smile was plastered on his face as he snuggled up to your legs. Omega grumbled in disapproval and lightly kicked the clones head. "Ow!” Beta groaned quietly, caressing his head. "Watch it, or you’ll wake the boss up!” Beta slapped Omega’s leg, resulting in you having to block Omega before this fight escalated. "I’ll wake the boss up? You’re louder than a mitachurl!” You shot a glare at Omega, silently telling him to quit it. "That’s enough you two, just go to bed, no more talking." The clones mumbled a bit more before finally giving up on fighting. You rested your eyes again, knowing that more clones would probably sneak in eventually, something tells you Dottore will find out about this cuddle pile soon enough.

[8breadfungus]

Now that we have more segment designs I thought this would be a funny shitpost. Kinda guessed which was which....