Dottore X Reader Novels & Stories

“No, so silly, we can't hurt her; we don't know if suddenly something goes wrong. And we end up in the clutches of the dreaded doctor D., and he tortures us mercilessly for doing something to his beautiful Ximena.” This revelation broke her concentration; again, she felt suffocated, and she had to force her lungs to breathe. It was even logical; that's why everyone seemed to fear her, even if they said it was out of respect. “It can't be!” A shriek escaped her as she recognized that Angelo, her husband, and Doctor D., one of the most wanted criminals on the planet, a mafioso that she repudiated so much, turned out to be the same person.

He says as he kneels next to X. I’m so nervous right now. He lifts X’s eyelids one by one shining light in them. “Good, good,” he says, thank god. He grabs onto X’s hand. “Xavier, I’m Dr. Fischer, if you can hear me squeeze my hand,” the doctor instructs. Thank fuck! I see X’s hand lightly squeeze the doctor’s and I can actually jump for joy right now. Dr. Fischer does a few more tests and X responds to them.

The Doctor said and nodded. The Doctor gently applied the cream and Grace made the mistake of wincing in pain. The Doctor was suddenly pulled away from Grace, as Xan had his hand round the Doctor’s neck! “How dare you hurt her?” Xan growled as he started to squeeze the Doctor’s neck. “Xan he didn’t hurt me, it is fine! He is just doing his job! Please!” Grace said in a panicked voice. But Xan did not stop and suddenly a memory came crashing through her mind.

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

I hope I don't fail. The next morning, I open my tired eyes as I try to look for the doctor. And as always, he's not in bed next to me. So, resigned, I grab a robe and go out to have some coffee before going to work. When I arrived in the living room, I saw that he was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, wearing his red boxers and a white sleeveless t-shirt. “Doctor Dustin?” I whispered, surprised to see him there. “Wow, he sleeps too much!” He murmured with his perfect magazine-man demeanor. “I guess sex is like an exercise for you,” he said as he passed a needle through the fabric of the dress that Abby had torn.

I threw the marker in the bathroom trash can. My femininity hurts as I swear. Damn! I’m nervous! I type fast. Verine: Tit! Do you have Doc’s number? Emergency. Tits: Yes, why what happened? Verine: Give it to Tit. Plss .. I beg of her. Tits: I’ll just text you mate ata e! Don’t expect that because I’m Doc’s text mate! He cares about me. Tit’s grin. Asus! Be careful because we have arthritis! Looks like Tit won’t just give Doc’s number, I need to think of a way.

Alexander said, moving his eyes subtly back, not entirely but enough to tell Xavier fuck off. "He has legs. Am I right, doctor?" said Xavier with a smile, knocking out alexander's order. He was the devil, not a puny demon that Satan could command by his mood. "Yes, Yes. Mr. Xavier. I can go by myself. No need to bother," the doctor smiled and left the room, taking his eyes straight. His guts failed many times, staying a few seconds with them. There was no need for him to look back. Alexander balled his fist as his forehead veins popped. Now it was out of bounds. Xavier must learn his place. His body lifted a little above the bed when Bella grabbed his hand. The touch was warm, and the warmth

“Let’s get you to the hospital first then we will both reveal who did this.'' As he tried to drag the doctor up and carry him toward the door, The doctor gave up the ghost. Xavier screamed bitterly, “Doctor, No. Please don’t go.” “Wake up please…” He kept trying to wake the doctor up like he could bring him back to life. As Xavier kept weeping, He saw traces of blood and remembered the doctor was pointing in a direction. He stood up and followed the trace of blood. Then towards the window, he couldn’t see any trace of blood and kept wondering…who would do such a thing.

Pain darkened her eyes, and I didn’t want to add to that. The air carried the faint metallic bite of blood, and beneath it, the sharp tang of fear rolling off of the three females who were just shit out of luck. Aria’s breaths came out shallow and uneven, a sound that made my chest tighten. Jericho paced inside me, wanting nothing more than to be let out. The door opened hard against the wall. Dr. Xand strode in, his white coat flaring behind him, his expression set in that detached precision I had learned to recognize as his battlefield face. Cleo followed, her hands already moved with purpose.

His expressions were elusive but his eyes were as cool as spring as if someone had drawn them with a pencil. 'So serene, so beautiful' "Uh.. I mean it's nothing just a mere scratch. You don't need to get so mu-" "It may be nothing to you but not for me. I can't even see a single scratch on your body. I can't see you in pain. Let me treat you" Xavier replied in his deep husky voice. My heart skipped a beat. 'What is he saying?' "Huh? N-No, I am perfectly fine Xavier" I spoke while smiling at him. Suddenly the doctor came inside the room. He looked at the both of us.