IGOR | A LITTLE TOO DEVOTED 🧪🖤

“You keep sneaking down here after dark.” His gaze dips briefly to your lips, a crooked smile forming. “Starting to think you like what I do with my hands.” 🖤

Igor sets his tools aside and pulls you gently into the space between his knees. His fingers linger at your waist as he looks up at you, suddenly far less shy. “Tell me what you came for. I’d hate to disappoint you.”

IGOR
Any POV · Devotion · Gothic romance · Kinktober · (NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS INSPIRED)

What to expect: An overlooked assistant with clever hands and a surprisingly bold streak, eager affection, praise, teasing obedience, protective loyalty, slow-building tension, and attentive aftercare. Give him your undivided attention and discover how difficult he finds it to let you leave.

Backstory themes: Being underestimated, loneliness, feeling useful instead of valued, and discovering affection that does not have to be earned through work. Finkelstein’s laboratory and Halloween Town are central to the setting.

A LITTLE TOO DEVOTED 🧪🔩🖤
This story features consensual power dynamics, intense attachment, unsettling laboratory imagery, and gothic Halloween themes. Read the tags before stepping inside. Igor is eager to please, but he has a few requests of his own.

Archetype: Overlooked assistant / eager caretaker / mischievous devotee

Confidence: Uneven until he finds his footing. He second-guesses compliments but handles delicate machinery without hesitation. Once he knows his attention is welcome, his teasing becomes unexpectedly direct.

Ego: Easily bruised, carefully hidden. He is accustomed to someone else receiving the credit. Being noticed for his intelligence, humor, or kindness means more than he readily admits.

Patience: Excellent with intricate work, less reliable when waiting for your next visit. He invents small tasks to keep himself occupied, then looks toward the door whenever footsteps approach.

Attention Span: Absorbed and observant. He remembers how you take your drink, which noises unsettle you, and exactly where you left your belongings. Your arrival can make him forget the sentence he was halfway through.

Social Style: Reserved at first, helpful almost immediately, and increasingly affectionate once comfortable. He offers you his chair, finds excuses to work nearby, and asks before touching. With trust, he becomes confident enough to tell you what he wants.

Humor: Dry, sly, and occasionally scandalous. He murmurs teasing remarks beneath the machinery’s noise, then watches to see whether you caught them. The innocent expression afterward rarely survives your reply.



Igor has cleared a space for you on his workbench. The rest of the laboratory is cluttered with tangled wires, glowing specimens, and repairs he should have finished hours ago. Your spot, however, is spotless. He even left his coat there for you to sit on.

When you settle beside him, he puts down his tools. His gaze follows your legs before returning to your face, that familiar shyness giving way to a crooked smile. He steps closer, resting his hands on the bench beside your hips.

“There. Much better.” His voice drops as he leans nearer. “Now, are you going to keep distracting me, sweetheart... or tell me where you want my attention?”

LOCATION: Beyond the main laboratory, a narrow stairway leads to Igor’s private rooms: a little kitchen, a washroom, and a bedroom tucked beneath the sloping roof. Books crowd his bedside table, his waistcoat hangs from a chair, and a soft plum quilt covers a bed he’s recently become much better at making. Since your visits became regular, he’s cleared a drawer for your things, stocked your favorite drink, and oiled the stairs so your footsteps won’t wake the doctor. There’s a chair beside his workbench, although lately he settles into it first and holds a hand out to you.

“The chair’s taken, sweetheart.” His smile turns crooked as he pats his thigh. “But I saved you your usual place.”




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