A/n: sorry for the long absence babes! I’m in my depressive episode again, but I finally managed to finish those hc’s, they’ve been in my drafts for ages🙄. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it💖
Even though Tom never expresses his attraction toward you verbally, you can still see just how much you mean to him through his actions. His love is all about the small gestures like fixing the askew collar of your shirt, sharing his notes if you have difficulties in some classes, making sure that you eat enough etc.
You’re the only one who can actually touch him. Of course, teachers, especially Slughorn, often give Tom encouraging pats on the back or shoulder, but only you are allowed to touch his skin. To play with neat waves of his dark hair, brush your fingertips against Tom’s cheekbones in endearment, interlock your fingers while walking down the school halls together. Only you
Tom is very possessive, not only with treasured magical objects, but also with you. He wants everyone to know that you are his, his and his only. Most of the time one of his hands rests securely around your shoulders or waist, keeping you as close as possible, glaring down at anyone who looks at you longer than a few seconds
Because of said possessiveness Tom is almost always by your side - you sit together in all your shared classes, and if it happened that he doesn’t take one of the subjects that you do, he has his devoted followers to be right beside you instead, making sure that no ‘unreliable’ people from your class are in near proximity to you. Outside of classes - you’re almost always seated on his lap. In the common room, courtyard, library - everywhere. He especially loves it when you sit on his lap during his privat meetings in the Room of Requirements - him sitting in the head of a long table with you cuddled up into his side, surrounded by his followers listening resolutely to every word he says. It gives him such a sense of power, having not only all of his minions, but also you - the only person he loves - at his complete mercy
Every one of Tom’s followers knows better than to talk to you, unless you are the one who starts conversation. And god forbid them being anything than polite and friendly to you.
Casual dominance? Yes, Tom is all about that. He likes it when you submit to his orders, no matter how small and trivial they are. “Darling, finish your tea, you need to warm up after a walk” or “Go to bed now, it’s too late” or “Put your book down, you’ve been reading for too long. Let your eyes rest”. And it angers Tom so much when you disobey, he wants what’s best for you, why can’t you see that? Most of the conflicts you guys have are actually caused by that, because you too don’t like being pushed around like a small child
Talking about conflicts - it is extremely hard for Tom to admit that he’s wrong, so if conflicts do occur between you two, Tom makes it look like you are the guilty one (even if you’re not). So yeah, he’s still a bit toxic, no matter how hard he tries to suppress it within himself
NSFW ahead!
Despite popular opinion walking around this mesmerizing platform, I don’t think that Tom sleeps around with every person he deems attractive. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ll be his first (and only) sexual partner, even despite all the girls and boys almost throwing themselves on him in hopes of getting at least one touch
WILL👏FINGER👏YOU👏LITERALLY EVERYWHERE👏 Okay but this man has absolutely no shame when it comes to his lover (meaning you). Plus points if you’re in public place like library or classroom, and god, is he cocky. “You gotta be quiet, yeah? Don’t wanna other people to hear how much of a slut you are, do we?” all while his long slender fingers make their way up under your skirt, past the elastic of your pretty panties, and all you are left to do is to spread your legs a bit wider for Tom, and try to be as quiet as possible. And oh, don’t forget to take notes, you’re still in a middle of a class!
NOT into daddy kink. Being an orphan, even the word ‘dad’ itself feels strange, wrong even for Tom, so if you want to call him daddy - expect him to freak the fuck out. But if you’re into names he’d love it if you call him ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it gives him sense of power and authority over you
And while we’re on this topic - you’re called everything BUT your name in bed. Tom loves calling you names - whore, slut, fucktoy, darling, sweetness, princess - all that stuff. And oh, when he mixes praise with degradations, all while fucking you absolutely stupid *sighs dreamily*. “What’s that dollface? Is it too much for you? Can this slutty cunt take no more of my cock inside, hm? Stop pretending sweetheart, I know how much of a greedy whore you are, so shut the fuck up and take it”
Definitely will pin you against the wall as he towers over your smaller form, one hand resting next to your head while the other one cups your face gently, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes while whispering the filthiest things ever, making your panties soaking wet in a matter of minutes just by using his words. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Walking around in that short skirt, swaying your hips like that. Think I didn’t notice, hm? I’d love to see those hips swaying while you ride my cock, what do you think about that?”
Even though Tom expects full obedience from you, he still likes it when you get a bit bratty. When you comply with every one of his orders, but there’s still something mischievous and coquettish about your behavior - naughty little comments slipping off your tongue here and there, and then you are batting that pretty doe eyes up at him, as if it wasn’t you saying all those things. “Moan louder” he orders in a strained voice, hips snapping into yours with loud smacking sound. “Fuck harder then” you quip back, sly smirk curling your lips at the sight of Tom’s perfect eyebrows pulling together in a frown. Your small giggle dies in your throat as man pulls out of you, just to slam his cock all the way back into your pussy, making your body jolt forward with the ferocity of the impact. Want it harder - you get it harder
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girlhood is like school; it’s wanting to be taken seriously for once before regret inevitably seeps into reality and wanting to not be made fun of when actually taken seriously.
no because baizhu would be into overstimulation and roleplay. he’d get chang sheng to tease your clit with tiny flicks of her tail while he fondles your tits and marks you. honestly, his shady ass would definitely feed you a mix of herbs that act as an aphrodisiac, so you’ll be practically begging for his cock on your knees and naked before he’s even removed his gloves. he’d be into like nurse-doctor role plays or doctor-patient role plays, especially when it takes place at bubu pharmacy. having you grab onto whatever you can in the storage room while he fucks you dumb or getting you to suck him off while he’s dealing with paperwork, has become an ingrained part of your daily routine.
no because baizhu would be into overstimulation and roleplay. he’d get chang sheng to tease your clit with tiny flicks of her tail while he fondles your tits and marks you. honestly, his shady ass would definitely feed you a mix of herbs that act as an aphrodisiac, so you’ll be practically begging for his cock on your knees and naked before he’s even removed his gloves. he’d be into like nurse-doctor role plays or doctor-patient role plays, especially when it takes place at bubu pharmacy. having you grab onto whatever you can in the storage room while he fucks you dumb or getting you to suck him off while he’s dealing with paperwork, has become an ingrained part of your daily routine.
no because baizhu would be into overstimulation and roleplay. he’d get chang sheng to tease your clit with tiny flicks of her tail while he fondles your tits and marks you. honestly, his shady ass would definitely feed you a mix of herbs that act as an aphrodisiac, so you’ll be practically begging for his cock on your knees and naked before he’s even removed his gloves. he’d be into like nurse-doctor role plays or doctor-patient role plays, especially when it takes place at bubu pharmacy. having you grab onto whatever you can in the storage room while he fucks you dumb or getting you to suck him off while he’s dealing with paperwork, has become an ingrained part of your daily routine.
no because baizhu would be into overstimulation and roleplay. he’d get chang sheng to tease your clit with tiny flicks of her tail while he fondles your tits and marks you. honestly, his shady ass would definitely feed you a mix of herbs that act as an aphrodisiac, so you’ll be practically begging for his cock on your knees and naked before he’s even removed his gloves. he’d be into like nurse-doctor role plays or doctor-patient role plays, especially when it takes place at bubu pharmacy. having you grab onto whatever you can in the storage room while he fucks you dumb or getting you to suck him off while he’s dealing with paperwork, has become an ingrained part of your daily routine.
Tags; NSFW/SMUT. Fem!reader. Biting, teasing, rough sex, degradation, oral (recieving), minor mentions of blood
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ZHONGLI marks you with wet kisses trailing down the nape of your neck as he takes from behind. As the blemishes form in the wake of his teeth, gentle praises fall from his lips to meet the shell of your ear. He can't help himself but bite into your shoulder as he approaches his climax, your whine in repsonse only riling him up further. Afterwards he brushes over the spot with gloved fingers as to soothe the slight ache it caused but he can't take his eyes off the bruise- it compliments you perfectly.
Shameless and unapologetic within the moment. ITTO quickly succumbed with how warmly and tight you hugged his cock, his fingers were gripping your hips in a grip that was sure to leave bruises. Without thinking, Itto would bite in the juncture of your neck- rather hard. The yelp you made almost caused him to stop until he hears those delicious moans come from you a moment later, a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Gives the forming bruise a kitten lick as he praises you for how well you make him feel.
XIAO, who buries his head within the crook of your neck, he face blushing red from the intimacy of the moment. As pleasure rocks against his bones in an uneven manner, he finds himself nibbling on the surface of your collarbones- all before biting hard when you clenched around his dick. Sometimes he forgets his own strength and scrambles as he sees the tears starting to prick your eyes. Encouragement leaves him to suckle on the forming bruises whilst his hand rubs circles along your waist, hips rocking against you in a languid pace. Even in his drunken state of pleasure, he knew it was quite beautiful on you.
Kisses and marks you within your wrist and inner thighs, KAZUHA is always gentle when it comes to it. Even as he trails hot wet kisses that leave you squirming, he is gentle. Even as his breath puffs against your bundle of nerves, he is aware of his own strength and ability. And even as he suckles at the flesh and lovely petals forms in its place is he conscious of your wellbeing. His marking for his to see alone, placing them in areas in which you can easily cover up- may even litter some agaisnt your neck with the excuse of giving you his scarf.
Dozens of blue and purple spots are within your inner thighs as DILUC adores eating you out whenever he can. He suckles at the bruises as you mewl; one hand getting you terribly spread and the other drawing sharp circles of your nerves. During the aftercare, he loves to trace his fingers along the blemishes, savoring the way you whimper slightly when he applies menial pressure whilst his words carry genuine apologies for being so rough. May even press gentle pecks to those areas, hands rubbing at the bruises on your hips. But he finds you more mesmerizing with the love bites, empathzing the intimacy and tender feeling he holds for you.
CHILDE who is unafraid to leave you littered with dark blemishes and bruises to show the world that you belong to him. You hardly even notice the way he presses those bites against your neck, you were too occupied with by how his dick kiss your cervix to notice his teeth grazing your most sensitive spots. His words whisper the most degrading things, dripping with false sympathy as he coos on how everyone will see how slutty you truly are. Though you can only babble his name in reponse- given with how you clenched around him, something tells him that your body yearns to be marked up and showed off to the world as well.
If there's a part of your body that is exposed, SCARAMOUCHE is sure to part it all up with his sharp canines, coaxing sobs to spill from your swollen lips. He is really quite possessive, wishing to show you off in manner that lets everyone know who drives you crazy every night. He leaves markings along your chest, kissing and tugging with his teeth while his finger toy with your bud. Dark blemishes would also form along your shoulder blades, his lips connecting into a grin when you gasp at the new sensation. He is quite intrigued with how he can make you cum by just marking you up, and at the end of the day he'll show everyone that your his and his alone, so he really has little reason to complain.
He bites hard, perhaps enough to draw blood. Your sobs- a mixture of pain and pleasure only drove DOTTORE to continue. Your sweet sounds only causes him to leave more vicious red bites along your collar, the bruises will be terribly hard to cover up in the morning- but truly Dottore pays no mind to that, not when you squrim beneath him, nothing but his finger stimulating you at a merciless pace- if anything he'll love to show off his beautiful experiment, covered in his signature markings to those who even dare stare at you for longer than a second.
Marks you in the most unconventional areas that leave you gasping in surprise. He loves how your breath hitches as his lips trail under ear, hot breath pricking your skin all while hes sheathed deeply within you. AYATO really can't hold himself back. You look so pretty marked by his truly, areas which he knows he'll be able to see while your perfroming your daily duties as much as you attempt to cover it up. He finds something addicting when he awakes in the following morning and sees his lover within his arms, his markings as evidence of your lewd actions the night prior. And once those marks to fade, he'll gladly renew them for you <3
ALBEDO is quite simple and very direct in the way he litters love bite on your neck. It wasn't always in the intimacy of the moment, though he'll gladly nibble at your thighs if it's his or yours desire. Rather, he finds himself grazing your skin with his teeth in the early mornings or late nights when you cuddled within his arms, neck painfully visible to his experienced eyes. He loves to observe as the red spots slowly form before biting a bit harder ecliting a shiver and whimper on your end. He is an artist and your skin is a blank canvas eagerly calling for his artistic interpretation, worry not, he'll gladly indulge you and paint you lovely red spots that place some of his own masterpieces to shame.
all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.
! XIAO
you both got home late from a commission, getting caught in a thunderstorm and effectively getting soaked to the bone.
the second you both stepped into his room at the inn, you began stripping yourselves of your wet clothes.
xiao plopped on the bed, folding his arms under his head as he relaxed. you paused you toweling of your skin to gaze at him.
he was still nude, strong muscles flexing with every minute movement he made. the position of his arms made his biceps flex and you found yourself clenching your thighs together.
"hey, xiao...?" you ask, approaching him carefully.
he peeked a single eye open to glare at you, though it held no heat to it.
"i was just wondering," you climbed onto the bed beside him, jostling him a bit, "will you eat me out?"
he heaves a sigh and you can't help but grin. because even though he acts like it's an annoying request, the way his cock twitches lets you know that he thinks anything but that.
in a flash, he has you pinned beneath him and he's carefully slinking down your body, tossing your legs over his shoulders before absolutely devouring you.
he keeps his heated glare focused on your face when he dips his tongue down to your entrance, prodding at it until your hips jolt st the feeling. he ferociously suckles your clit, lapping at the bud and positively drooling all over your cunt.
you're a mess within seconds, squirming and crying out while you tug recklessly at his hair.
"oh! xiao!" you cry, not caring about how lewd you sound, "that feels so good! you're so good!"
"shut up," he snaps, but his cheeks flush red under your praise.
he doesn't give you a chance to tease him, however, because he's swallowing your swollen clit into his hot mouth again.
the sounds of him eating you out is wet and lewd, loud squelching and his heated gasps for air every time he needs breath.
he's diligent in the way he works you to orgasm, salivating at the mere prospect of having your sweet, creamy cum fill his mouth. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard but you requested him to eat you out and he was going to finish you before he even thought about his own selfish pleasure.
he moaned, a sympathetic sound that he had no control over, as your back arched, chanting that you were cumming and thanking him so prettily for getting you there.
he was on top of you in seconds, desperately sinking his cock into you. his reward for being so good to you.
! DILUC
you knew he was working, shut away behind the heavy wooden door scribbling away at his paperwork. he had been so busy lately, leaving the winery at the crack of dawn to go to town and coming back late at night to do some paperwork before crashing into bed while you were sound asleep.
you missed him more than you could articulate.
you missed his company, his voice, his touch.
you were frustrated, a heated ache settling in the core of your tummy as you imagined your handsome lover just next door. so close yet...he wasn't there with you.
you whined into your pillow, petulantly kicking your feet against the mattress as you tried to rationalize your needs to yourself.
was it fair to disturb him simply because you wanted him to touch you? what if he rejected you? you weren't sure if you could handle that embarrassment. but maybe you could convince him to take a break and indulge you a little bit!
you knocked a couple times upon his office door before opening it when he called for you to enter.
he was sitting in his chair, hair tied up in a messy high ponytail and his jacket discarded on the back of his chair, leaving him in the short sleeved shirt he wore beneath it.
you closed the door behind you and approached his desk, glancing down to see he was signing some papers.
"do you need something?" he asked, voice blunt but not unkind.
he sounded tired, maybe even a little bored.
"i just..." you feel your cheeks flush as you remember exactly why you were in here, "i just...wanted to check on you...?"
his pretty, red eyes flicked up, peering at you from under his heavy bangs, "is that all?"
diluc was far too perceptive for his own good. no matter how much you tried to hide your true intentions, he always managed to figure out what it is you wanted most.
"is something bothering you?" he asked, finally setting his pen down.
"n-not really..." you respond, fidgeting with one of the little knickknacks that sat on his desk.
he sat back in his chair, making it creak under the shift in weight, "come here."
you obediently round the desk until you come to stand right beside him. a single gloved hand winds around your waist, slipping under the back of your shirt to rub your back soothingly.
but really all it does it make you crave for him to touch you without the barrier there.
"you can tell me anything, you know that, right?" he asked, his concern more evident in the way he furrows his brows and frowns.
you whine, knowing you can't keep it in anymore.
"i-i just..." you flush and clear your throat, "w-will you eat me out?"
his eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a blush settles in his cheeks. but he doesn't even hesitate in pushing his chair back away from the desk and moving everything important out of the way.
"yeah, yeah, i can do that baby," he smiles, patting the empty spot on the desk, "been neglecting you lately, haven't i?"
"mhm," you whine as you settle into the spot made for you.
"i'm sorry, sweetheart," he coos, pushing the hem of the oversized shirt you stole from him up.
if he noticed how completely dripping wet you were, he didn't comment on it. instead, he just tugged your panties down and spread your legs.
the sight of your lover between your thighs had your heart racing.
"please, diluc," you beg so sweetly that it brings a smile to his face.
he dips down immediately, tongue sliding between your folds to find your clit. you keen, head faking back at the intoxicating feeling of him making you feel good after so long without it.
"oh!" you cry, hand tangling itself in his ponytail, tugging slightly to direct his tongue to the right spot you needed, "there!"
he grunted, eyes slipping closed before flicking his tongue over the sensitive little bud until you legs twitched over his shoulders.
"so good!" you cry, moaning unabashedly as your lover ate you out so well, "please, i'm so close!"
at that, he quickly sealed his lips over the bud, moaning when you harshly yank his hair. you topple over the edge embarrassingly soon, nothing but a trembling, twitchy mess on his expensive desk.
he releases your pulsing clit with a little pop and wipes his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.
"that was fast," he muses, grinning at the sight of you so messed up just from him suckling on your clit, "would you like more?"
"what about your work?" you whimper, letting him tug you to your feet.
"i can finish it later. let's go."
! ITTO
itto had a habit of being a tease. but it wasn't conscious he was just...touchy! his love language was physical touch. but unfortunately for you, you were always completely heart eyes for him that any measly touch from him had you skin setting ablaze.
a brief brush against your back as he scooted past you, cupping your hip when you reached to grab something high, lips against your neck in a display of fleeting affection — it all steadily got you to your breaking point.
the sight of your teary eyes had him jumping to his feet immediately. eyes wide and hands flailing desperately as he assessed your body for any injuries.
"what's wrong!?" he cried fretting desperately over you as you sniffle.
"itto...?" you whimper, "w-will you please eat me out?"
he freezes at your request, a thousand thoughts popping into his head.
"i-is that all?" he sighs, slumping against you, "i thought something was wrong!"
"you've been teasing me all day!" you whine, wrapping a trembling hand in his hair, forcing him to his knees. he easily let you, already feeling his cock twitching to life at the sight of you so desperate for him, "you've been mean!"
"ah...i didn't realize, little one," he coos, smoothing his hands up your thighs, talented fingers easily stripping your lower half, "i'll make it up to you just like you want."
the position wasn't ideal but he couldn't deny that having you over him, holding your shirt out of the way and staring down at him as he slowly licked your needy little cunt, was doing something to him.
his tongue swirled over your clit, long nails biting into your hips as he held your steady when you swayed at the pleasurable feeling of his hot mouth.
he was messy, letting your slick soak his face and letting his drool drip down onto the floor. but neither of you cared, all you cared about was using his tongue to get yourself off. and he was more than willing to offer it.
holding his tongue out, all you could see were the whites of his eyes as you ground against him. your clit was hard and pulsing as his slid along the wide expanse of his tongue.
you were so grateful for that oni tongue — it felt better than anything you could ever imagine.
startlingly soon, you were cumming. he held you steady, practically panting as he tongues your clit to help you though your high.
but if he thought you were done, he was sorely mistaken. because before your orgasm could even come to an end, you were resuming humping yourself against his face, crying and gasping as you overstimulated yourself into stupidity.
been thinking about gojo with a corruption kink. he loves playing with your innocence and watch your eyes" go doe and confused, looking up at him, as you suck his cock. he'll "convince" you to do certain things for him, and what i mean by that is, he'll 100%, no hesitation, lie to you if it gets you to do what he wants, since you're too pure to know any better. hell, this dude will literally become fucking pinocchio if it means you'll let him eat you out.
tags + tws: dub-con, dottore drugs you, you guys aren’t in a healthy relationship, kind of long, not proofread, nsfw
wc: 1.6k
Today was a rather woeful day. It had only been two days since Dottore’s first encounter with you and he hadn’t visited again. That warm feeling he had left you with had vanished and now you were hollow again. Now you were slumped against that same concrete wall you had that first day. It wasn’t any less broken, and Sneznaya’s winters continued to attack the land violently. You could listen to the staccato noises of other inmates in your wing, sneezing, and sniffling. They groaned and complained all day until agents took them to some unknown location. That didn’t mean that your imprisonment wasn’t completely uneventful. Just yesterday, some man injected you with a bright pink substance. It didn’t do anything to you, so you spent ten minutes of your life watching that man scribble away on his clipboard.
“Subject six-two-three, and Subject four-nine-eight, report to chamber seven,” a voice grunted into the speaker. You heaved yourself off the floor, dusting your nightgown off. You staggered, barefoot, across the dirty floor. The skin of the soles of your feet was being torn as stray glass shards sliced it open, leaving room for crimson to escape your foot and paint the floor.
Your feet were stained red by the time you had reached chamber seven. Glass, dust, dirt, cuts, and other substances from Barbatos-knows what, were evidence of your journey through the labyrinth that was the Fatui laboratory. An agent greeted you at the entrance of the chamber. A small, green-haired, child stood next to you. Her arms were wrapped in dirty gauze bandages. Her eyes practically burned holes into the agent’s masked face. They didn’t look the way a child’s eyes should’ve looked. They were…haunted, and scarred.
“Lord Dottore is planning an experiment on you two, wait patiently until he calls you in,” the agent explained. Not explained, more like droned. The child’s eyes grew wider and her expression darkened at the word “experiment” and the mention of Dottore, whereas your heart fluttered at the mention. Warmth spread through your body again and your excitement toy with your features, as a grin played its way onto your lips. After all the anticipation and hours you spent hollow, you were going to feel full again. Dottore. The only man who truly understood you. You nibbled on your lower lip, fidgeting with your fingers like they were loose screws. You weren’t anxious, but the excitement was threatening to push your body over. Too bad the child next to you couldn’t relate. Though her behavior did draw an interesting thought to your mind. Was this child hollow as well? Or was she numb? She certainly wasn’t alive, but she didn’t have the same…demeanor a hollow person would. Who had broken her?
“Subject six-two-three, please enter,” the agent that had greeted you, said. The child next to you breathed a sigh of relief as your heart raced. You took a step forward and could already envision the doctor, with his devilish grin, crisp white coat, and proud demeanor. Your body trembled as you entered the laboratory. Your breath was caught in your throat upon seeing Dottore. He had his feet kicked up on his desk, yet still, cold sunlight from a small window kissed his skin, outlining his jaw. But the man looked different from the first time you two had met. He wasn’t wearing his coat or blue shirt, and instead had a simple black dress shirt, that was slightly unbuttoned. His hair was short and he had ditched the mask. You immediately became fixated on his eyes that were occupied with a document. Plume red. Then it drifted down to scan his body. For some reason, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, like if you looked away for even a moment, he would forget you or evaporate.
“If you plan to stare, at least make it obvious,” he grumbled, snapping you out of your reverie. You tilted your head to the side. Had you caught him at a bad time? Why were his words sharper and voice snappier than when you first met?
“I was called in,” you explained. He grunted, not looking up from his document.
“Are you the Eleazer kid or the hollow one?” he asked. “Hollow one”? Was that your tag now? And did Eleazer kid refer to the green-haired child with the bandages?
“Hollow one, I guess,” you replied. Before you were given time to react, the doctor dropped his document, jumped out of his seat, and in the blink of an eye was standing in front of you with a wide, canine, smile, and wild eyes. Wild like hellfire. Wild like you shouldn’t have been so drawn to him. Wild like bad news. But wild was addicting. Wild was your source of euphoria and warmth. Wild made you feel complete.
“Hello then! Welcome to my laboratory! Or welcome back would be a better term. Would it? I’m not sure…” his voice trailed off as he began rambling to himself under his breath. You raised a brow. Welcome back? Had you been here before? Thankfully, your questions were answered when Dottore returned his attention back to you,
“I’m sure you’re confused, but it’s best if it stays that way. Now, I have a tiny sample that I need you to try. It won’t hurt, or will it?” A manic chuckle followed the end of his question. Your head was beginning to spin, trying to understand his train of thought. You were either stupid or he was just too far gone to be able to make logical sense. The sudden change in mood. The mumbling. The things he said. And the wilderness that had made itself home in his eyes. He wasn’t safe to be around, was he? But that impending sense of doom brought your heart to life. It made it pound. And he was, actually, very attractive. Dangerously beautiful. It made your breathing ragged and it spread a different kind of warmth through your body. You wanted him. You needed him. Was this what people called lust? No. Lust was fickle and would disappear once fulfilled. You couldn’t ever possibly exist properly without him now. This was madness. Dottore waltzed over to you, a test tube containing a blue substance in it, in his hands.
“Now this is just to test your endurance. To see if you’re hollow, or if you truly are human deep down,” he hummed, handing you the tube. “Drink.” You gingerly took a small sip of the contents. Its tangy flavor caressed your tongue, making your face scrunch up. Your stomach lurched as it received the substance, as your head began to spin. Dottore’s grin didn’t falter as he continued staring at you, almost expectantly.
“How do you feel?” he pressed. You couldn’t respond, as your senses were so overwhelmed. Your head, in addition to a horrible spinning feeling, now had a thick red fog that settled in it. Your limbs became almost jelly and you could feel something new about your nether region. A haze crossed your vision, making you essentially, a vulnerable animal in front of Dottore. Yet even through that, you could make out the gleam of ruby in his eyes. It was hungry. It was wild. He dragged you to his desk and forced you to lean over it. Your body was practically numb now, and no longer belonged to you anymore. You had no complaints about what he was doing and was almost excited to see where this was going. Dottore slipped a hand under your nightgown. You shivered as his cold hands brushed against your nipples. Your legs trembled and there was a growing wetness in your clit. Dottore must’ve noticed because he laughed.
“I didn’t expect it to work that fast, but here we are!” You squirmed, like you were trying to indirectly tell him to touch you. Dottore leaned closer to you.
“Just relax, and I’ll do my work,” he murmured into your ear. His warm breath kissed your sensitive skin, resulting in a shudder and a quiet whimper. Dottore unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off, revealing his fully cock.
“You might not remember anything from your original time here, but let’s see if you remember this feeling,” he whispered. He pulled your panties down and slid his digit into your dripping hole. You gasped upon the intrusion, but it didn’t hurt. Like this wasn’t your first time being fucked. Somehow, despite how incredibly lude the touch was, it brought back a distant memory. Something that lived in the back of your brain but hadn’t made its essence entirely known to you. Dottore placed one hand firmly on your waist and the other played with your tits. He wasted no time in starting with a gentle, steady, pace, but instead he let himself be the animal that he truly was. He pumped his dick in and out of you, almost feverishly, giving you barely any time to process the feeling. Your eyes quickly began to dampen and your hands gripped onto the edge of the desk for dear life. You moaned and tried to beg but all you could produce were incoherent babbles. Your eyes rolled back and your body was burning up to an almost unbearable degree. You were feeling. Your body was experiencing a temperature. You were complete. You were feeling. You were dreaming. You were wishing. You were wishing for more of whatever this was. More of this madness. More of Dottore.
“You’re so fucking lose, you know? I’m not sure whether it was the concoction or if it’s because you’re just that much of a whore.” A chuckle, made mostly of breath, escaped his lips. You could barely process what he was saying, as the wires in your mind had become severed by the heat. Everything in it had gone fuzzy. Fat, hot, tears, stung your face more than shame ever could, as more were forming in your eyes. Blinding you. Your stomach churned and your legs were about to give out.
“Fuck..I’m gonna…I’m gonna fucking—!” You gasped again and your limbs had finally succumbed to the pain, and you fell limp into Dottore’s arms. Warm, clear liquid oozed out of your hole, coating Dottore’s dick. He laughed, as he slowly pulled out of you. He didn’t seem changed at all. He still appeared to have the same amount of energy as before, and he probably wasn’t even close to having an orgasm.
“Nothing has changed since then, has it?” He mumbled. You had no idea what he was on about, but there was no room left in your mind to think about it. You were too focused on the warmth that had conquered your body. In that short lived moment of your orgasm, you had felt something ignite inside of you. You were more than whole in that moment. You were living, rather than just existing or surviving. Madness had cured you. Funny. Madness and Dottore.
“You better not do any of that to another patient,” you breathed. Dottore smirked and bit into your neck, earning a yelp from you. He had left his signature on you, and in a way, it almost felt like you had made a deal with the Devil, and that bite had sealed the deal. Now you were his. And he was yours. Your madness. Your doctor. Your missing piece.
The Fatui Laboratory was cold. Stupid cold. The wrought iron chains broke through the skin of your wrists, exposing you to whatever parasites, bacteria, and viruses that the crimson-brown shackles might carry. You were slumped against a plain, breaking, gray wall, waiting for the man that was supposed to cure you. The agents that had brought you in referred to him as "The Doctor". You doubted that he could help you. But that made sense, because what was there to fix about you? Sure, you were a little distant, and not as expressive as everyone else around you, but other than that you were normal. Yet, your parents had insisted that the Fatui, a criminal organization, take you. This entire prison-cell-waiting room, was silent. All the other patients were asleep, you assumed. You lolled your head to the side and lazily looked at the large cavity in your cell. It revealed the raging white hurricane of cold and snow. Average Snezhnayan weather, huh? Mondstadt lived in eternal summer, you had lived your entire life there. But if anyone had ever asked you what the weather felt like, you wouldn't be able to form a response. The cool morning zephyrs that writers would take about, couldn't be apportioned with you. Neither could the gentle, warm, kisses of the sun. Perhaps that was another "odd" thing about you, you couldn't feel different temperatures. Even now, when the cold should've nipped mercilessly at you, like a dog, you couldn't experience it.
'When will that doctor show up?' you wondered. You weren't bored, scared, or anything actually. You weren't traumatized till your core was numb, instead you were more...hollow. Numb could only be applicable if you had a light, a soul, to begin with and the animal in the pit mawed at whatever pain or joy it had scrounged. If you had nothing inside of you from day one, you would be hollow. Just the shell of a person wandering Earth. The numb wish and dream to feel again. They reminisce the days where the sun would kiss them and they felt warm. The days where the world would be filled with color. The hollow can't dream nor wish. This was just the way they were. But most couldn't differentiate the two. That's when you heard a rally of footsteps approach your cell. You glimpsed fur coats of black, gray, purple, and red. The agents. Then behind them came a man dressed in a white-wing-tipped coat. Most of his face was covered by an...iron mask? It looked different from the others. He was taller. Prouder. And almost...beyond human. Oddly familiar as well. His wavy blue hair framed his pale face, giving him the appearance of one. But you could sense that there was something omnipotent about him.
"Where's the new subject?" he asked, not even glancing at the woman and man who stood beside him. The agents pointed you. The man, whom you assumed was the doctor strolled toward your cell, with his hands behind his back. He peered at you from outside the bars.
"Name?"
"[Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]." Your eyes caught on to how his body tensed. He was surprised. Had you two met before? But he quickly moved on from that, and reverted back to his former posture.
"Ah, you're the numb one, am I right?" he pressed, grinning. You didn't respond. You weren't numb, and if this dumb ass doctor couldn't get it right, then Barbatos help you. The doctor's grin melted into a smirk.
"Or hollow?" he continued. Your eyes widened. Did he understand? He laughed. Manic, but beautiful.
"Not much of a talker are you? But I already know your answer. I'm Il Dottore, but I'm assuming you already knew that," he said, his smirk growing, revealing his canines. As Dottore turned to leave, you opened your mouth to call out to him, but he looked over his shoulder to look at you before you could form words. It was like he knew everything about you already. How?
"And yes, dear [Y/N]. I understand you." At those words, for the first time in your life, something activated inside of you. Like a spark. In that moment, you could feel the violent eternal winter winds. The pain in your wrists from the chains. The aching in your body from sitting for so long. Heat in your body. A flutter in your stomach. You felt human. You were whole. Then a gnawing hunger in your stomach told you to pursue more of that feeling... Because now you could wish and dream. You could wish that the next time Dottore would visit would be soon. And dream that he wouldn't forget about you.
Foreword: This book, will be maybe one of the darkest fics I've ever written. This book will contain yandere themes(obsession, abusive behavior, drug usage, kidnapping, etc), gore, violence, mature themes, and a very unhealthy relationship between Dottore and you, the reader. Nothing that the reader or Dottore do should be romanticized, glorified, or replicated in the real world. Dark, toxic, romances like these, should only be indulged in the realm of fantasy, and if you see someone that actually acts like how the reader and Dottore act irl, please seek help. Luv yall<33
You shivered at the cold metal of the cross brushing against your dripping cunt. You couldn’t compute how you got yourself into these situations. One minute you were just enjoying a regular Sunday in the church and the next you had your legs spread for the priest.
“You’re a filthy slut, you know that right?” he breathed, sitting between your thighs. He chuckled under his breath. Your brows furrowed and your lower lip trembled as you forced your gaze to look up at him.
“Just shut up, and touch me already,” you groaned, your legs were shaking as anticipation racked through you. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, like he was disappointed.
“Greed and lust. Two deadly sins, my love. You need to atone,” he murmured, bringing the cross closer to your folds. He flipped the cross upside down, so the longer end faced upward and forced it into your hole. You gasped upon the intrusion and moaned as he thrust it in and out of your pussy. There was euphoria in doing something so wrong. Using the symbol of the lord to pleasure you.
“You’re a funny one aren’t you? Shameless, and dirty. You don’t even care that you’re fully naked with your legs spread for me in God’s house. In fact, it seems that you’re enjoying it,” he murmured into your ear, as he leaned over your body. You shuddered feeling his warm breath on your sensitive skin. You could hear the smirk and saccharine in his voice.
“But that’s not what you’re here for. I’m here to punish you for sining and make you atone for them.” His tone hardened as he pulled away from you. He abruptly took the cross out of you, robbing you of pleasure, earning a whine from you. He shot you a warning glance before placing his head between your thighs.
“Whatever I do, you’re not going to make a single sound. Sluts don’t deserve to be heard. And you won’t cum until I say you get to,” he informed.
“That’s some fucking bullshit,” you spat. His tired eyes looked up, meeting yours, and oddly enough that was enough to silence you.
“I could be much harsher if I wanted to. Now be a good girl, and take your punishment,”
-FYODOR(the reason i wrote this), akutagawa, xiao, ayato(?), geto, eren(if you think hard enough, or if you are hard enough🫠)
You shivered at the cold metal of the cross brushing against your dripping cunt. You couldn’t compute how you got yourself into these situations. One minute you were just enjoying a regular Sunday in the church and the next you had your legs spread for the priest.
“You’re a filthy slut, you know that right?” he breathed, sitting between your thighs. He chuckled under his breath. Your brows furrowed and your lower lip trembled as you forced your gaze to look up at him.
“Just shut up, and touch me already,” you groaned, your legs were shaking as anticipation racked through you. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, like he was disappointed.
“Greed and lust. Two deadly sins, my love. You need to atone,” he murmured, bringing the cross closer to your folds. He flipped the cross upside down, so the longer end faced upward and forced it into your hole. You gasped upon the intrusion and moaned as he thrust it in and out of your pussy. There was euphoria in doing something so wrong. Using the symbol of the lord to pleasure you.
“You’re a funny one aren’t you? Shameless, and dirty. You don’t even care that you’re fully naked with your legs spread for me in God’s house. In fact, it seems that you’re enjoying it,” he murmured into your ear, as he leaned over your body. You shuddered feeling his warm breath on your sensitive skin. You could hear the smirk and saccharine in his voice.
“But that’s not what you’re here for. I’m here to punish you for sining and make you atone for them.” His tone hardened as he pulled away from you. He abruptly took the cross out of you, robbing you of pleasure, earning a whine from you. He shot you a warning glance before placing his head between your thighs.
“Whatever I do, you’re not going to make a single sound. Sluts don’t deserve to be heard. And you won’t cum until I say you get to,” he informed.
“That’s some fucking bullshit,” you spat. His tired eyes looked up, meeting yours, and oddly enough that was enough to silence you.
“I could be much harsher if I wanted to. Now be a good girl, and take your punishment,”
-FYODOR(the reason i wrote this), akutagawa, xiao, ayato(?), geto, eren(if you think hard enough, or if you are hard enough🫠)
