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Long before he left the nest 🧪

Dottore in this update is so fucking funny you can just walk up to him and also HE WAVES AT YOU????

And why is he being so cordial I refuse to think any passage of time can have him grow out of whatever was wrong with him in the webtoon

Dottore not getting a redemption arc is the funniest shit in the world we’re just letting this asshole follow us around

My fav interpretation of the Dottore clones is them running around babbling like the Minions and sometimes one of them is 10 years old

He kept failing his experiments, one after another ... Until one day they came back for him O_o

i need this trend with birbttore

hoohoo heehee haha

If the Dottore segments come from part of the original Dottore does that mean the segments will be missing the part they came from or will they have regrown it/ been created with it?

Dottore: Soon we will have the means necessary to create what one would consider a god

Columbina, raising her hand: ...

Dottore: ...Yes?

Columbina: Can we give it the body of a unicorn with 20 human legs and 9 eyes?

Dottore: ...

Pierro: Will it have the ability to raise the dead?

Childe: Oh can we give them a cup holder???

Scaramouche: You mean hands...?

Childe: No you dumb fuck, like a chest window that opens and there's a can of sprite in there

Dottore: Do I look like I'm taking commissions for this?

Scaramouche: Chainsaw blades for hands

Dottore: Okay yeah that one I will do

hehe

NOOOO WATCH OUT WEBTTORE THERE’S A NEEDLE HEADING FOR YOUR NECK-

(I’ve been stress drawing due to exams help I do not want to sit for these papers goddamn!!)

Indeed, I am, although these days they tend to call me: the Doctor.

Eng translation:

"Yes, I haven't hold a rifle in my hands

And I haven't played Fallout

In this life I

Haven’t actually died yet

I know what you drink

With whom you sleep

What you lie about

How you spent your days

Without tears

Without life

Without love"

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

back in his akademiya days, dottore (who had gone by zandik at the time), was known for his good looks and morbid personality. he was often seen throwing dirty remarks at the sages and everyone else, giving them cold stares. with his approach, others often steer away from him but that didn’t stop the girls from falling head over heels for him.

in most eyes, zandik was a walking nightmare, or the devil himself. however, one should never judge a book by its cover. as someone who had been by his side for quite the number of years, you saw their viewings as false accusations and misunderstanding. yes, most of his thoughts were inhumane and unethical but you always admired his dedication to science and research.

you met zandik shortly after he had been driven out of his hometown. hungry and alone, zandik had trudged through the sand storms until out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted a small house in the outskirts. he knocked on the door and you stepped out. after seeing how dirty and hungry he was, you quickly let him in and that was how your friendship with him started. you had let him stay at your home (your parents left for the city for work). during his stay at yours, you had granted him access a decent amount of books and equipment for him to conduct small experiments and research. bring the curious person you are, you kept trying to get him to explain everything to you.

at first, zandik saw you as a pest whom the archons brought to him only to make his life tougher but after spending time together, he warmed up to you. you showed interest in his work. though you didn’t always agree with his approaches, he saw that you never tried to leave him but instead take a step and try your very best to understand his perspectives. eventually, the both of you made it into the akademiya.

when it came down to being honest, or showing emotions, zandik was the least person you expected to be good at it. he's not one to open up easily. if other's could try to understand him better, they could at least see the zandik you knew.

you were walking out of your classroom when you saw the bluenette at the end of the hallway. arms crossed, he would send death-threatening glares to the other students who made eye-contact at him. as usual, you noticed that his actions were scaring the students. sighing, you sped down the hallway.

“zandik? how long did you wait?” you called out. giving him a teeny tiny heart attack as he had not noticed you. it even took him a few moments to calm himself down.

“were you trying to kill me? at least make some noise before showing up!” he half-shouted, glaring daggers at you. in one swift motion, he grabbed the books in your hand and walked ahead.

“no, i saw you from afar. i wanted to call you but you looked deep in thought. is something on your mind?” you inquired, catching up with him and stopping  after you noticed that his outburst had cause several students to whisper. although he was used to having others spread nasty rumours and whispering at him, you weren't.

a pang of guilt and pain stirred in you. you stopped in your tracks as he continued to walk on, lecturing you while at it. when he noticed that you were no longer next to him, he turned around and walked back to you. "(y/n)?"

facing him in full, you lifted two fingers to flick his forehead. doing that earned collective gasps from the other students as they started worrying about what would happen to you. you knew nothing would happen as he only allowed you to have physical contact with him. zandik furrowed his eyebrows, slightly annoyed that you did that in front of so many other people. he shot you a questioning look.

you shook your head. "this is why others are afraid and think wrongly of you." mimicking his current facial expression;  a menacing look with a ominous aura. he clicked his tongue.

"you think i care?" flicking your hand away from his face, zandik turned his back on you and took a few steps ahead of you. you knew those words were just cover up. you knew that he cared.

catching up to him once again, you opened your mouth to say sorry but he beat you to it. his words clear and audible, making it sure you could hear it.

"hey, your opinion of me.." giving you a sideways glance and then holding his chin up in thought. as he took your hand in his empty one and constructed his sentence, you could see the ends of his mouth etching up into a small grin. with this, you once again thought that it was a shame that others could not see this sight of him.

"..matters more.”

masterlist | apologies if this is out of character for someone like dottore, this fic is a very self indulgent one

𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

pairing :: dottore x (ghost) reader

part 2

rumour has it that a student’s soul who had died on campus at the time lingers there forever. sages and students alike have seen them. the spirit had h/c hair with glowing eyes and an unfriendly gaze, and often seen in the sumeru akademiya kshahrewar uniform looking neat and tidy.

their appearance was so realistic that if it wasn’t for their see-through appearance, people would mistake her for a living student. however, actually getting a glimpse of them was a more rare occurrence than hearing them.

students and sages claimed to have heard things being whispered to them when no one else was there. were they about how she died? or were they just trying to help with whatever work others had? no one really knows, for the whispers were mostly inaudible.

their name?

y/n l/n.

and there he was, rummaging through the restricted section of the akademiya library.  zandik flipped through the pages of a book, desperately trying to find information he could use for his research on mechanical lifeforms. unable to find it, he circled moved on to the next.

that was when he heard it, a soft whisper in his ear. “such interesting research you’re doing, zandik.”

he turned around, expecting to see someone but he saw no one. he shrugged it off, thinking that it was just his imagination until he remembered what he had overheard the other students talk about yesterday.

what was it again? ah, yes. the famous spirit of the akademiya. however, zandik wasn’t one to believe in ghosts. at least, he thought he didn’t believe in them. his imagination began to run wild. could that have been them? the y/n l/n? there’s no way ghosts exist, right?

“who’s there?” he questioned. nothing. zandik was about to ask again but the whisper came back.

“you don’t know? looks like i expected too much of you…” they whined, voice muffled. zandik could feel the air around him turn sad but it soon became lively again. “anyway, your work looks interesting!”

he blinked and muttered a quick ‘thanks’. he thought it was strange, if he really did meet a ghost, why would it talk to someone like him? besides, weren’t they supposed to scare others? zandik blinked. he was still confused but continued with his research, a little more seriously now. he wondered how they had known his name. hearing their humming getting further away, he spoke up.

“how do you know my name?” his hands started to feel sweaty, and the humming stopped. the spirit let out a small giggle and answered the questioned proposed to them.

“are you for real? your name is very well known around the akademiya…” you stopped talking and hovered around the shelves. pink dusted zandik’s cheeks, and he wondered why he had asked such a silly question. soon, another round of humming started up. you let your fingers linger over some books.

he started to get restless. your humming wasn't horrible, it was just that he was trying to get as much information from the restricted section he could without getting caught. not being able to ignore you any longer, he decided to start a conversation with the ghost.

 "so….l/n" he started, "if you really are real, you're going to need to do more than whisper in my ear to convince me." zandik gulped as he felt the air turning heavy. he could not tell where the ghost was, for you were invisible.

 “of course i am!" you pouted, "and please, call me y/n." you floated behind him and materialised― eyes boring into his, hands behind your back. he saw you, standing on the ground in the akademiya uniform and kshahrewar beret. zandik was convinced that you are real. "does this make you believe?" he nodded and proposed yet another question and the air turned heavy once more.

“why are you still here?”

“because i can’t cross over.” suddenly, an idea popped into your mind. “let’s make a deal.” you had piqued his interest and it was evident in the way his eyes shined. 

smirking, you disappeared, only to re-materialise next to him. “i help you with your research and you help me find a way to cross over to the other side. as a former kshahrewar dastur and someone who has been in the akademiya for many years before you, i will be a lot of use to you.”

zandik roared with laughter. he accepts your deal and makes a final decision mentally. he would achieve his goals and find a way to bring you back to life.

masterlist | part 2

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

pairing :: dottore x (ghost) reader

part 2 of lingering presence, please enjoy, i hope that this does not disappoint

tag list: @forgotten-blues @rosymetal @ello-its-me-ya-boi @ki--mi

in the many years that had gone by, you witnessed and experienced a lot. for one, you noticed following the agreement with zandik was that the both of you were no longer alone. there was finally someone who was not afraid of you, and there was someone who finally understood zandik.

it was mostly joy that you experienced until the day zandik told you about his expulsion because of an accident that ended up in the death of another student, soreh. that day, you watched zandik breakdown. it was the first time you saw him so distressed, what am i going to do now? what’s going to happen to my research? where am i supposed to go? he asked.

“those damned sages!” he slammed his fists on the table. “soreh was already dying, all i did was to put her out of the misery she was in! and how dare they remove me, the one who contributed the most to the research paper, from the author’s list! utterly ridiculous…sheer foolishness if i must say!”

your eyes following zandik as he paced about his dorm room. you felt bad for him, you wanted to help him. remembering something interesting you overheard, you floated down from the ceiling and materialised, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“aren’t the sages exiling you to aaru village? you know…i heard the sages talk about recalling the akademiya scholars who were sent to the eleazar hospital in the desert today, you could start again there. no one would know who you are since only exiled scholars are sent over.”

and that was your new destination. you had followed zandik to aaru village, then to the eleazar hospital. true enough, no one suspected a thing. zandik had lied to the exiled amurta scholars who worked at the hospital, claiming that he was also an exiled student from the amurta darshan.

eventually, the hospital was shut down and the two of you were wanderers. until, a man with a mask covering the right side of his face approached zandik. the man, pierro, invited zandik to join the fatui with the promise of resources for his research. “will you treat me like the akademiya did? will you call me a monster, a madman? or will you treat me as my hometown did, and cause me away with pitchforks and clubs…?” the answer that zandik had gotten excited him and he accepted the offer.

both of you had stayed true to the deal made, or so you thought. now, you sat on the operating table, fully materialised. somehow you could feel the cold of your surroundings, you could smell the remnants of dried blood from zandik’s— no, dottore’s experiments, you could feel the blood rushing in your veins and you could feel the beating of the heart in you.

all these years, you faithfully followed and helped the man in front of you to the best you could, no matter how gruesome his requests were, because he promised that he’d help your soul rest for eternity.

“the deal was to help me cross over, not bring me back to life.” your hands gripped the edge of the operating table you sat on. you assumed that he had made an artificial body for you, one similar to the rest of his segments, complete with an artificial heart. you felt something wet roll down your face. tears? the last time you cried was when you were alive. you felt betrayed.

zand- dottore stepped closer to you. he wiped the tears off your face and chuckled, “how could i not? believe me when i say this. originally, i wanted to help you cross over, but the amount of knowledge you withhold is too much to let go…plus, the research on cloning you did before you died was what gave me the idea of bringing you back. though, i made some adjustments to your new body. unlike my segments, you are immortal. you won’t die, at least not until i do.”

had you known that your old research on cloning would give dottore the idea of bringing you back to life instead of helping you find a way to achieve eternal rest, you would never have talked to him the day you found him in the forbidden section of the library. more and more tears rolled down your face and dottore wiped each and every one of them.

“do not cry, my dear. a smile looks so much better on you,” he took his mask off and leaned in, planting a kiss on your forehead. he pulled away after, crimson eyes staring at you, “you are now mine for eternity.”

masterlist | here is the anticipated part 2 of ‘lingering presence’! apologies if this is not up to standards.

Sleepy Cuddles Part 2

Part 1 here!

Masterlist

Notes: Decided to do a continuation since everyone loved the last one. Enjoy~

Characters: Aether, Ayato, Capitano, Dainsleif, Pantalone, Dottore

Aether

He loves to cuddle!

Prefers to be the little spoon, but if you insist, he’ll let you be the little spoon instead.

He sometimes loves to go cloud gazing with you and cuddle with you while you cloud gaze together.

Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes, when he gets really lonely, and the burden of his journey through the Seven Nations weighs heavy on him, he just needs you to cuddle with him for a bit.

Sometimes, he’ll let you take his hair out of its braid and style it however you want to.

His personal favorite is if you can do multiple braids at once.

I swear his love language is physical touch and acts of service, even though he hates doing everything for everyone else, he doesn’t mind if it’s you he’s doing it for.

Ayato

He won't admit it, but he likes to cuddle with you after a long day of work.

He's a big spoon and no, I won't take criticism on this, although another position he absolutely loves is when he's on his back and has you asleep on his chest.

This way, if there are any other matters he needs to attend to, such as last minute document checks, he can still do that and hold you at the same time.

Ayato's love language is acts of service for the sole reason that it's been ingrained in his mind that he has to work in order to gain the approval of others.

He must admit, though, he does love it whenever you drowsily walk into his office at the ungodly hour of one in the morning, sleepily plop yourself down on his lap, and wrap yourself around him as you fall asleep.

He loves to have you run your fingers through his hair, it's one of the only things that puts him to sleep quickly.

For a while, it was a cause for concern, since it made him feel so relaxed so quickly when he felt the need to be on constant alert, but eventually, he just went with it, and goes to you whenever he needs to truly relax after a long day of signing papers and approving documents.

Capitano

He rarely has the time to spend with you in the first place, but if he could spend it one way, it would be with you in his arms or, on very rare occasions, him in yours.

It's not uncommon for him to go to you if he's just gotten back from a mission and pick you up before carrying you off to the bedroom to hold you.

His love language is gifting you things and physical touch, since he lacks in his ability to give verbal compliments, he shows his love through gifts and small gestures.

However, the most genuine show of trust and love he can give is letting you take off his helmet and see his face.

There are nights where he needs to hold you because he had a nightmare about you getting injured, whereas there are others where he wants to be the one laying on top of you as you hold him close to you.

Another one with sensitive scalp that loves head massages. He’ll lay his head on your lap and let you run your fingers through his hair while you talk about your day or he about his.

He also loves to cuddle after a long day of work, laying his head against your chest to hear your pulse as it lulls him to sleep.

Dainsleif

He usually only shows such vulnerability in the comfort of your home.

it's not that Dain's love language isn't physical touch, because it most certainly is, he just worries for your safety in public if others associate you with him and vice versa.

Which is exactly why he picks you up when you two finally arrive home for the day and sits on the couch with you on his lap.

He loves spooning, he's a big spoon, but he can't deny the comfort that you laying on top of him brings. It helps ground him if he's having a particularly stressful day, and it also helps him calm down as he basks in the wonder that is you.

He won't admit it, but he loves holding your hands whenever he cuddles with you.

He usually does whatever you're comfortable with, though. He tends to put you first.

Pantalone

He likes to be on his side and have you be the little spoon.

Being a Harbinger gets stressful, and cuddles with you seem to be the best type of remedy for that stress.

His love language is obviously gift giving, but he also loves words of affirmation, too.

He’ll lay down with you and whisper words of comfort in your ear as the two of you fall asleep on each other.

He loves laying his head on your lap, being able to look up at you as he talks about his day or whatever you two want to talk about.

This is the only time he takes off his glasses, since he can’t see very well without them, and since he trusts you to tell him if anyone tries to bother the two of you.

As much as he trusts you, you can trust him. He cares about you, and if the only way he can show it is through the way he holds you, then he will hold you until you know how much he cherishes having you in his life.

Dottore

He doesn’t usually have the time to visit you for cuddles.

However, that’s not to say that you don’t have the time to visit him in his office.

His favorite position is when you’re sitting in his lap, so he can still work and show you affection at the same time.

He’ll have an arm draped over your waist and he’ll be leaning over you as he fills out paperwork.

Dottore won’t get up as long as you’re on his lap, unless there are experiments that need his attention and his segments are busy.

His love language is physical touch since he never really knows what you like or what to do for you. You’re the only person he doesn’t know how to properly read.

Although he may seem cold and heartless to others, he has a softer side he saves for you alone, and it shows in the way he holds your hand and his smile is more genuine as he works.

➽ Falling Grades

Professor!Dottore x Student!afab reader

Warnings: Teacher-student relationship, modern au, age gap, cockwarming, bribery, smut.

Word count: 1033

A/N: very heavily inspired by a character ai bot and another fic I read, the fic is by actuallysaiyan. She’s a goddess 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️.Even though I don’t play genshin anymore I’m on my knees for this man.

art creds: IllaOhara

You made a mistake when you decided to be distracted by your phone instead of listening to Dottore’s lecture. Preoccupied by your distraction, the professor’s hand hits your desk with a loud thud, causing you to jump. 

“It seems my lecture on careless students wasn’t clear enough for you.” His voice sent chills down your spine. “Put the phone away.” He said, as he walked back to his desk to continue the lecture.

“And I expect to see you in my office after classes.”

Soon the day was coming to an end, all your classes being finished. You made your way to Dottore’s office, being located on the highest floor in the building. As you knocked on his office door you bit your lip and took a deep breath. 

“Enter.” You pushed the door open, revealing the messy desk, covered in research papers and was that an ink spill? There were also multiple pictures and diagrams of the human body. Dottore was sitting on his chair, writing something on a piece of paper. “Do you know why I called you into my office, miss?” he asks, finally looking up from his papers. “Because I used my phone?” you answered. What else? He smiles, but it was quickly replaced with a stern and cold look on his face. “You’re partially correct.” he simply says as he then opens a drawer next to him, taking out a small stack of papers. He then takes the most top one, revealing it to you. You almost instantly recognize the paper. He slides you your latest test, the low score clearly written at the front of the paper before continuing to slide you other past tests, all low scores. You were clearly distracted by something too much to focus, your phone was only partially at fault. And Dottore knew that.

“Care to explain these?” You bit inside your mouth. “I’m so sorry. I…I had trouble with the material. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” You say as he lets out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back into his chair. “‘Sorry’ can’t fix everything. We should solve the cause of your dropping grades and I believe I know just what the problem is.” he gets up from his chair and walks towards you, towering over you. Your breath hitched, inhaling the expensive cologne he wore as his body was merely inches away from yours. Suddenly you felt small and trapped. Your heart rate increasing by the second. You weren’t really sure where this conversation was leading, but you really hoped that you wouldn’t have to repeat the year, or at worst, be expelled. You wanted to finish your degree, but who would’ve thought that one of your professors would be so goddamn sexy.

“I know I’m a distraction, miss. It’s written all over your face during my classes.” Dottore says, crossing his arms as he watches your expression turn frantic. “Professor Dottore, I-” you start, now worried that you might actually be expelled. “I didn’t mean to! I’ll…I’ll make it up!” you propose, quickly thinking of a way out. Dottore pauses for a moment, carefully considering your words before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Causing you to nearly crash into his perfectly sculpted chest.You look up into his deep red eyes with pleading eyes.

“Seeing you’re so desperate, I have a few options for you.” His lips curve up into a small smirk as you look up at him with hope and desperation. You prepare yourself for what he’ll say next, but no matter how much preparation you had would make you prepared for this.

“You can either stay after classes every afternoon and study, along with a few other students. Learn a thing or two from your peers. Or,” he paused to give himself a smug grin, “You can sit on my cock while I tutor you myself.”

You swear you fainted for a second or two as soon as he finishes his sentence. He can’t actually be serious, can he? You look at him, cheeks flushed as he looks down and laughs at you once more, amused by the events unfolding in front of him. However you surprise him when you choose to sit on his cock.

And that’s how you ended up with his long length so deep inside you as he explains embryology to you. How ironic. Whenever you whined or tried to move he would slap your thigh and tell you to focus. “Do you understand?” he asks, after he finished his explanations. You slowly nod your head, squirming, causing him to harshly slap your thigh once more, the red spot on your thigh slowly growing in size and in shade. You whine out at the slap, trying to stay still but of no avail. “Do I have to remind you again that this is a punishment and not a prize?” You shake your head, keeping still as you grab the wooden desk in front of you, nails scraping on the wooden surface. You can’t help it. The way your cunt pulses around his length drives you crazy. It felt so good but so torturous without any movement. 

Dottore, on the other hand, was entertained by your reactions. He never expected for you to accept his offer so quickly. He knew you had a crush on him but he’d never guess that you’d be so willing to go this far to have this sort of relationship with him. However, he couldn't deny the fact that having your wet, heat around his cock made him more motivated. 

“That’s all for today.” he said, placing down the papers in his hands once he saw the time. It had already gotten quite late. “Today, you did good, amazing even. If this continues, you’ll improve to a B student in no time. And if you throw in a treat, I might consider bumping your grade up to even an A.” You whined as he thrusted up into you at the word ‘bumping’, your cunt convulsing around his cock once more. 

How could you resist such a good offer? 

➽ A kinky science experiment

Scientist!Dottore x assistant!afab reader Warnings: smut, overstimulation, bondage, BDSM in some sorts?? Word count: 472 A/N: inspired by sluttsumu’s smut ‘high for this - zayne’ that piece is heavenly <33. Dottore’s voice does something to me and I do not mind a single bit. Requests are open ^^

Art creds: I’m not sure, if you know please do tell. Link to the art

“N-no moreee…” you said, whining and gasping for air, your arms and legs tugging at their restraints as you try to move away from the vibrator pressed on your clit. Dottore had asked you for help with an experiment, you were confused at first as he would usually shoo you away whenever you tried to help, only allowing you to help with a few minor things. You were surprised and skeptical, trying to guess what it was, however you would’ve never guessed what experiment he was about to do to you.

You swear, it has been just an hour of this ‘experiment’ but it’s been feeling like an eternity instead. The feeling of your cunt convulsing and that electrical surge in your lower abdomen had come to greet you again, for the nth time that night. Your vision turns black for a moment, or did it turn white? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that blissful feeling of reaching your high and seeing stars. As you ride out your high Dottore looks over with a pleasant look, firming holding the vibrator to your clit. 

As soon as your orgasm came to an end that sensitive and painful feeling came back, hitting you like a train. Bucking your hips and squirming around, you try to move away from the vibrator tightly pressed on your clit but even if you did get away from that one, which was most likely impossible since Dottore was looking up at you with a shit-eating grin, and there was still that vibrator up your dripping pussy. “P-pleasee, Dottore. S-stop…” You pleaded, but your words fall on deaf ears. He merely hums as he then reaches out to the other vibrator, shoving it deeper inside your leaking cunt, spilling your cum everywhere and staining the sheets. You try your arms and legs again with no avail. Your legs, still tied to the bed posts and your arms, still tied behind your back. You pleaded again, tears running down your cheeks from pleasure and overstimulation.

“D-Dottore! Ple-Pleasee!” “One more. I know you can do it~” You whine in protest as you feel that familiar aching feeling again. Your orgasm meeting you once again, this time faster than all the rest. Without even time to scream, you cum once more, gasping for air as you finish.

“That’s a good girl. I know you can give me more. Don’t you want to continue this experiment? If you do well in this then I’ll let you help with future experiments.” His voice, like the sweet, tempting devil in your ears. You slowly nod, bucking your hips and preparing yourself for another climax. You studied science and alchemy to be a scientist, it was your dream. So continuing this experiment was just…work. I mean, it’s all in the name of science, is it not?

Can you write Dottore x reader with blasphemy kink? I'm lowkey a sucker for sacrilege. Also, I don't know if you're ok with feet, so this is optional.

A/N: I couldn’t really write for the feet kink, sorry about that anon T^T, also sorry this took SOO long, I’ve been so busy T0T. I've never written something like this so I hope it's alright! Not proofread ➽ In the eyes of god

Dottore x priest/priestess!gn reader Warnings: smut, blasphemy kink, sacrilege, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, i think that’s all?

word count: 974

It was so wrong. What you were doing was so so wrong. And you knew it. Of course you knew it, you were an important member in this church, highly looked upon and here you were. Getting fucked mercilessly in front of the holy lord himself. You swallowed a moan as your hand slapped onto your mouth, trying to suppress the noises coming out of you. “Oh no no, I want to hear you. I’m sure he would too~” Dottore smirks, his hands digging into your hips, pulling your hips to meet him halfway as he thrusts into you. You bite back another moan as he abuses your gummy spot, tears falling down your cheeks as your back arches on the wooden table. It was like a fever dream, you were talking with him one second and the next he’s shoving his fat cock into your aching hole. His hands came snaking up your body, from your thighs to your stomach then to your chest; landing there and playing with your erect nipples. It was impossible to keep your whimpers and moans in your throat, letting some loose as he continued pummeling his dick into you. “S-s-stop…” you tried to shout, but all that came out was breathy whispers. Suddenly, he pulled out, dragging his tip around your entrance, admiring the erotic scene; his cum lowly dripping out of your needy hole, already fucked out but still asking for more. You whined, feeling empty, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, but the sensation of his cock made all your worries go away, your mind replaced with only thoughts of him. “Your mouth tells me to stop but your hole is practically begging for more. Look at you. Pretending to be such an innocent person. What a slut, you are.” he chuckled, before you could even answer, he turned you on your stomach and shoved his cock back into your hole, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your cheek, firmly pressed on the wooden table as your hands claw around, knocking a book to the floor. You gasp. You just knocked the Bible. While doing such an act… “D-Dottore!” you mean to shout, but it comes out as a moan instead. He laughs, getting close to your ears and licking them, suckling on the soft spot before pulling your hair and making you face him. He looks at you, pleased with the sight of you being absolutely fucked out, tears on the side of your eyes and on your cheeks, face flushed and sweat all over your face. He kissed you harshly, forcefully shoving his tongue inside, exploring your mouth as hee hums. Satisfied, he lets you go, sucking and biting your lower lip first. You pant and gasp for air, trying to regulate your breathing.

He lets go of your hair, your head hitting the wooden table, that’s going to leave a bruise, but that was the least of your worries. You were close to bliss, that electrical and aching feeling formed once more in your lower abdomen. His sharp and deep thrusts help you reach your high, screaming his name once more as he helps you ride out your high. Even after you cum he continues bullying his cock into you as you squirm and scream, sensitive from just cumming. “That’s it~ Let the whole world hear you. Let them know how much of a slut you are.” At this point your brain had turned to mush. All you could think, feel and smell was him. “Hmm, this should work well~” you hear him say. Suddenly, he pulls out but in an instant your hole is replaced with something hard and cold. You turn your head back to see Dottore shoving the head of a crucifix in your hole with a smug grin. You scream, the edges of the crucifix scraped your walls but the thought of doing such an unholy act turned you on, edging you into another orgasm.

You feel your hair being pulled once more, you whimper, throat aching from screaming. “Look at your lord while you cum from a crucifix in your tight little hole, what a dirty little priest/ess you are.” You whimper again, moans coming out of you as you look at the bigger crucifix hung on the wall in front of you, tears falling down your cheeks once more, replacing the dried ones as you cum. Your body falls to the floor, unable to hold yourself up. Dottore chuckles at the sight before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. You rest your arms on the table once more, gasping for breath. You squeal as you feel him slam into you once more, your legs almost giving out as he grabs your arm, pulling it behind you as he continues to pound into you. He tossed his mask to the floor, revealing his blue hair sticking to his face from sweat and that lustful look in his red eyes. He’s close. You can tell he’s desperate, from his pace and how deep his thrusts are. “Fuck.. gonna pump you full.. Gonna pump you full in front of your so-called god.” he laughs at the irony as he grunts, thrusting a couple more times before stilling and a familiar warmth fills you once more. You whine and squirm as he continues. Archons. How much more was he going to cum? After a few seconds he pulls out, eliciting a sigh from his lips as he wipes his cock on your ass cheeks. “I expect to see you next Sunday for our private sessions.” he flashes another smug grin, his white teeth shining as he pulls his pants back on and grabs his mask on the floor, securing it to his face before walking out. 

Now you have another thing to look forward to on Sundays.