dr!reader who's had to publish twice as much, work three times as hard, and never show signs of weakness just to be taken half as seriously as her male colleagues.
dr!reader who's the kind of professor whose lectures are dead silent, but not out of fear but because her presence commands deep respect among her students.
dr!reader who, late at night, when the world is finally quiet, sometimes rereads old rejection emails just to fuel herself. then files them neatly into a folder titled "proof".
dr!reader who absolutely hates dishonesty, both in academia and in her personal life. she doesn't tolerate plagiarizing, or the use of any sort of ai in her class (i know technically ai wasn't a thing in the early 2000/2010s so it doesn't make much sense in the cm timeline but bare with me); just like she does not tolerate lies and keeping secrets in her personal and love life.
dr!reader whose office is impeccably organized, with a clear system that only she fully understands.
dr!reader whose romantic history is marked by disappointment, with lovers who saw her ambition as threatening, or treated her like a challenge to conquer.
dr!reader who has no illusions about love. it's not that she doesn't want it, it's just that she doesn't expect it to last.
dr!reader who, deeply, craves intimacy. but it has to be on her terms: slow, thoughtful and earned.
dr!reader who nearly breaks when someone does show genuine care for her without an agenda. she doesn't know how to receive love she hasn't had to fight for.
dr!reader who values loyalty above all else: if someone manages to earn her trust, she'll defend them with a kind of terrifying grace.
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when it comes to archetype reader stories (garcia!reader x smitten!spencer & dr!reader x dr!spencer) do you want me to post their stories in chronological order (from the beginning of their stories where theyāre just friends or just enemies to the more romantic and fluffy stuff) or do you prefer it if i just post the blurbs at random (little bit of romance now and then a flashback in another blurb to how they met or somethingā¦ )
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okay remember that dr!vik story i wrote for the last kinktober? I'm just thinking about a reverse version of it. gn!dr!reader working late one night when viktor stumbles in, hunched over, flushed, shaking. For a second, when you glance up, there's a moment of terror where you think something is seriously wrong. But when he trudges forward and falls against you, it...clicks.
He's panting, blushing. A slightly raised temperature and quick pulse. Blown pupils that look up at you with half-lidded eyes. And the most obvious? He whines when your leg accidentally brushes his erection.
"Please," he whines next to your ear. "Drank something...won't go away."
His breath comes in quick, warm breaths against your cheek, and for a moment, you simply freeze. Normally, you had better reflexes than that. When someone's injured, they're on your table before you can even blink. But what Viktor's asking...
"Please," he repeats. His voice is so strained, the word croaks out of him.
"Okay." You nod. "Okay, Vik. I've got you."
You try all other alternatives first. Flushing his system, coffee, food, a calming tonic. But nothing works. It just gets worse. He's murmuring your name, whimpering, shaking. His hands look close to breaking from how hard he's holding onto the sides of the table.
So you go with the only other option.
Viktor visibly shudders when you start to palm him through his pants. He even starts grinding up against you. Desperate, needy rolls of his hips before you can even get your own rhythm. You murmur his name, but his eyes are closed, head pressing back against the metal, and he's lost. Whatever he'd had, it was all-consuming.
And your hand just against him like that? It wasn't nearly enough.
So you gave him what he needed.
You ask him first before you strap him down. Reassuring that you can see how badly he needs it, you promise you'll make the feelings go away. You'll make him feel better. Feel incredible. But you didn't want him to get hurt.
Once you get his wrists and ankles in the cuffs, his legs went nextācarefully, padding added for his right leg. He sighs beneath the straps. Sighs as you undo his belt. Button and fly. Cut his underwear open.
You feel a little bad that heās completely at your mercy. He sputters pleas when you wrap your hand around his cock. Whines and begs when you slowly start pumping. Closes his eyes and spills a few tears as you find a steady rhythm. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it off with your thumb, yet again making a moan push from his lips. He shudders beneath the restraints, but thatās all he does.
So you keep that rhythm, watching as he slowly comes undone in your hand. His hips try to move, but heās unsuccessful in his attempts. Warmth floods your body when he stutters out your name. Itās desperate and needy; a beg in fewer words. You catch a tear rolling down his cheek before he murmurs an incomprehensible curse, and then he spills himself over your fist.
But he stays hard. Heās shivering, cursing, digging his fingernails into his palms. He whines your name again and locks eyes with you.
āPlease, keep going.ā
Itās impossible to say no to him. Let alone in this state. So you stay. You wipe him clean, apply a little bit of lube to your palm, and watch him writhe and moan as you pump him again. And again. And again.
Heās a mess under your touch. Vocal, sweaty, squirmyāhe keeps begging as if youāre teasing him. But you donāt plan on stopping. Not after he cums again. Then again. Then gets to the brink and throws his head back and moans your name.
You give him time to breathe in between, but before you can even step away from the table, heās looking at you with those needy amber eyes. His hair is pushed out of his face, thick brows raised, mouth parted while saying your name.
Heās satisfied after he cums a fifth time and everything noticeably changes. He turns a faint, sweet little smile up to you as you walk over to check on him. Brings a hand up to your cheek after you get the strap undone and you get to feel the rough pads of his fingers swipe over your skin. Heās warm. Gentle.
āThank you,ā he murmurs before a sigh of relief leaves him. āTruly, thank you.ā
āOf course, Vik.ā You wipe a few tears from his cheeks and match his smile. āAnything for you.ā
When you rush to fetch him a new pair of bottoms, however, you canāt help but wonder what he mustāve ingested, how the hell he even ingested it anyway, and you could get your hands on it to study.
But those questions could wait until later.
Those experimentations could wait until later.
First and foremost, you had to find Viktor new pants.
