Jay

Enjoyer of dottore

[c0wuu]

Blog Intro

- My name is Jasmine also known as Jay/Cowu.

- I’m currently 19 and my pronouns are they/them.

- I am Alaskan native (Unangan)

- A full-time student majoring in biology and minoring in music performance.

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(In process)

[mykingdottore]

Giving the segments a thigh job! (based on this post)

Segment 18

He’s definitely more leaning on the desperate side. Like he’s just so excited to finally stick his dick in between your thighs that all reason is lost. 18 definitely complains that he can’t properly be inside of you, but he’ll settle this time. His thrusts are more erratic compared to some of the others, and he cums REALLY fast. And the whole time you can hear him trying to keep quiet while biting his lip until it bleeds because it hurts his pride to be heard whimpering. Sometimes you can even feel his earring swinging against you as he’s thrusting. 18 would also feel you up during it…like his hands are groping your thighs, tits, whatever he can get his greedy little hands on.

Segment 25

He’d probably be a bit more refined compared to 18, but he’s still not the brooding guy he makes himself out to be. He starts off slow and sensually, getting a feel for the difference in grip of your hole versus your thighs. 25 focuses on the smooth glide of his dick, the grip he has on your hips, the way he can faintly smell your neck and lotion. The more he zeroes in on your scent and feeling of your body, the faster his pace picks up. 25 would slowly start to get faster, his breathing becoming heavier, but remaining mostly silent. If you were lucky, however, you might hear a soft moan or two. As he cums, the grip he has on your body tightens ever so slightly, and his glasses even slip down his nose as he shakes from the aftershocks of orgasm.

Segment 35 / Omega

He is most definitely taking control of the situation. He’s whispering all up in your ear either praising or degrading you (whichever he feels like) as his cock slides between your thighs with ease. By this point, he’s a lot more experienced, and a lot more cocky. He’s probably the most rough with you compared to the rest of the segments, but don’t think that they’re gentle, either. Omega would probably opt for thigh jobs when he’s trying to switch things up, or when the two of you are doing field work and don’t want to be caught by anyone else. Every now and again, he’d brush his shaft right up against your sex, and maybe he’d slip it in briefly before pulling it back out to continue fucking your thighs. He might even press the tip of his mask by your shoulder when he gets close just to see you squirm a little bit.

Segment 45 / Prime

He’d be much more….polite(?) to you. Granted, the nature of a thigh job is pretty vulgar. He’d be similar to Omega, but a lot more romantic with it. He mostly opts for praising you, but he can degrade you every now and again. The ratio of praising to degrading would probably be around 75:25. While he’s thrusting in between your legs, he’s slowly running his hands up and down your sides, but he’s definitely still going to be teasing you during it, don’t be mistaken. Prime is rough, but not as rough as someone like Omega. He might crane his neck down to your ear so you can also finish, but he’s a lot more satisfied when he knows it’s because of something like his voice or the glide of his hands.

Segment 65

He’d be a GENTLEMAN don’t lie to me. Similarly to 25, he’d probably be more slow and sensual with it, romantic like Prime, but it’s even more nice. He, too, runs his hands over your body, but he does it like he plans to commit every curve and dip to memory. 65 would probably kiss the back of your neck or the slope of your shoulder while he’s thrusting between your legs, and he’s definitely telling you how perfect your body feels. He’s probably not much of a talker during sex in general, but especially not so much during a thigh job. He might grunt or curse, but he isn’t super vocal unlike his younger counterparts. However, something he might place his top hat on your head as he rests his head atop your shoulder. Unfortunately, he doesn’t last very long, but he’s happy to indulge in your whims.

Zandik

When you first proposed the idea to him, he was dumbfounded. Not at the idea itself, but because you wanted to do it with him and not a younger segment. He’ll still oblige, of course, but silently pleased that you still find him attractive after time had worn down his body into an elderly man. Most sex with Zandik is sweet rather than lustrous, yes it plays a part, but it’s gentle. It takes some time for him to get it up in the first place, but he’ll either take the time to get his dick hard, or take something viagra-adjacent. Zandik is for sure burying his head in the crook of your neck, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and stomach as he slowly pulses between you. Similarly to 65, he doesn’t have a very high stamina. It’s the lowest, in fact. But who says you can’t give your old man a treat every now and again?

Bonus! Webttore

So I personally headcanon him to be around 20 years old, so he’d be like a freaky mix of 18 and 25. He’s just as desperate as 18 is, so his hips are moving at a mile per minute. However he’s MUCH more vocal than everyone else, moaning and grunting without a care in the world. He wants you to know how good you make him feel, what can he say? It drives him crazy that he isn’t really inside of you, but he’s close enough to your sex that it’ll have to do. When he gets close or cums, he’s biting the junction in between your shoulder and neck, his sharp teeth grazing and puncturing the skin.

sorry guys I feel like this isn’t that good…….and that it’s more like bedroom hcs rather than thighjob scenarios……..sorry I’ll rewrite this if you guys don’t like it 😓😓

[flipppityflop]

Guys it’s been a minute since I’ve posted huh…..stop laughing at me😞😞😞😞

Anyway

MDNI

So I’m thinking in a modern au right….

Imagine being a pornstar and you lowkey have a secret admirer

college zandik who is in premed and never really goes out of his way to talk to anyone because he just….lowkey dgaf. He’s very set on his goal of becoming a doctor, and it takes a lot to distract him from that.

college zandik is also one of the most unintentionally sexy creatures to walk the earth. Near constantly half lidded eyes with these unfairly long lashes, glasses that sit on the bridge of his hooked nose, messy hair that always looks intentional, and a figure that’s not quite a tribute to time in the gym but just lottery-grade genes. The way his sweatpants hang from his hips is ridiculous, not to mention…well, nevermind that.

college zandik runs on coffee, spite, and pure drive. The most sleep he’s gotten in the past 6 months is probably 5 hours in one night. Even when he’s not in class or on campus, he never takes breaks from studying. It destroys his social life, but that’s not even in the realm of his mind.

college zandik is also still in the time of his life where sexual urges can get difficult to ignore once it’s been a while since taking care of them. Because of this, he’s adapted well.

He’d made a ritual of ‘rewarding himself’ when assignments or exams went well. While studying, sometimes, he’d have his tablet propped up in front of him, playing a video of you on a livestream stuffing a dildo continuously into your hole, legs spread wide open for the camera’s view.

college zandik would pump his cock to each stroke, eyes locked on the way you greedily swallowed up the toy that he’d payed for, listening to you moan his ridiculous undercover handle. His cum would splatter on the floor in a humiliating puddle, and he’d be left to clean up the evidence.

He’d sent you more money than he probably should have since finding your page. He’d pay for your coffee runs, for things you had on various wishlists, for toys he could watch you use and thank him through strings of sugary sweet moans.

college zandik fucking loved your body, and loved the way you could use it to assert so much control over him.

Little did he know, you were giggling with delight when he finally slid into your DMs (not for free, of course). You’d fully expected him to be some middle aged man with a family using you as an outlet to indulge in his guilty pleasures.

When he finally mustered up the courage to send a photo of himself, you browsed Pinterest three times, fully convinced he’d taken someone’s aesthetically pleasing, sexy selfie to use as a front. But nope, that was him.

college zandik was completely obsessed with impressing you, so he’d comply with whatever you asked. You wanted a video of him desperately stroking his cock to a photo of you? Of course. You wanted him to send an audio of him just moaning your name? Done.

For him, it was an act of degradation to please you. For you, it was the sexist man you’d ever seen bending to your will for reasons you couldn’t understand.

After that, you started sending him photos and videos free of charge.

college zandik was confused at first. He loved to give to you, but now you were the one giving to him. But more than that, you were starting to text him about more than just plain sexting.

About your day,

The things you were excited about

The things you were annoyed about,

And he started getting comfortable too.

Of course, that didn’t mean you weren’t still phonefucking 24/7. college zandik had grown more bold.

Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you into the mattress.

You’ll cum as many times as the number I’m holding up on my fingers.

Maybe this whole time, you’re actually the one who’s been my bitch.

Heavens, had he grown vulgar. Dominant. Controlling.

You were irritating your neighbors to no end every time you fucked yourself deep on one of the dildos he’d bought you, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to envision the image of a sexy nerd on top of you, aggressively rearranging your guts, pulling your hair, cutting off your airflow, throwing you around.

Your livestreams had become so obviously self indulgent, having accidentally let a ‘zandik’ slip from your lips while you touched yourself for thousands of patrons watching you do it.

They started to speculate you had a boyfriend.

That might be nice.

Wait guys should I continue this when I’m not sleepytired

[c0wuu]

Need him carnally bro ughsjakx

[burnedwriter]

I have been thinking.imagine being Pantalone's maid and keep seeing him invite Zandik every day single day in his office for tea and gossip.You start to think there might be something more going on with them but you cant quite put your finger in it.Little did you know you have caught Zandik's eye and ends up fucking you with Pantalone.

I may or may not be be teasing a future fic idea🤭

[mykingdottore]

🤤🤤giving each of the dottore segments a thigh job🤤🤤and🤤all of them vary🤤🤤🤤in how they react to it and stuff🤤🤤like some of them are more in control and others aren’t🤤

i’ll expand on this more if you guys fw it……..👀

[c0wuu]

he's bald at the moment and it's rough as fuck but i absolutely love he's looking like how I imagine him ^^

mainly used my features as a base, specifically the nose and eyes/eyelids

[crowttore]

"Say that again.."

Time might as well have stopped flowing forward with how still everything seemed in the silence that stretched. You grew steadily more anxious that you'd somehow insulted his entire bloodline.

The words were foreign on your tongue and the pronunciation most likely off. You'd never heard anyone from Sumeru speaking their native tongue and such had nothing but intuition to go off of.

"I.. loving you?"

Dottore laughed.

But it was a genuine one. Perched on his lap, your body fitting perfectly against his, you could feel his abs tense with every chuckle.

The tips of his ears, barely visible through unruly hair, were flushed. A calloused hand reached to pinch your cheek.

"Your grammar is all wrong."

Before you could protest, huff, defend yourself and the effort it had required to memorise in the first place, he tucked your head under his chin, voice lowered to a whisper.

"..once more, please."

[bloomingtorii]

the concept of dottore (35) wearing 45's clothes bcs there’s not that much difference in their appearance, and they both have a mask, he can pass for him, and you treat him like you treat 45 - not much different, but gentler, bcs 45 himself is gentler, quieter, and so if 35 sits quietly and continues reading while you sit on his lap and play with his hair, murmuring sweet nothings and kissing his face, he can too be gentler and tentatively indulge in being loved

[c0wuu]

Visualize with me-

Zandik being from Sumeru, a pretty warm place and was then brought to Snezhnaya, a not so warm place. Even though he’s spent decades in this nation, he’d probably still prefer having a toasty will-lit room. Compare this to Feofan, an anomaly himself (the average northerner) who can and will, despite his chronic health issues, go outside in the middle of storms in barely a layer of clothing. There have definitely been verbal banters that have occurred and is the sole reason they sleep in separate rooms. Feofan melting into a pool of his own sweat as he’s gasping for air in a well-heated room, pushing the man gravitating towards him away in a poor attempt of trying to prevent it from feeling even warmer. Juxtaposed by a following night where the doctor is shaking harder than an anxious lap dog under a cocoon of every blanket and cloth owned as his partner sleeps soundly and contentedly beside him.

This is based on my experience as a northerner with a partner from the south who is a glorified walking furnace lol

[shouldhavestayedawayfromhere]

I genuinely don't think that Dottore was ever able to see the Aranara, even as a kid, because he would have taken them apart leaf by leaf and that is exactly why they don't show themselves to people like that. However, I love fanfictions where eight can see the Aranara and is interested in them. I love his little research project and this fandom headcanon that little Dottie just wants funding for his Aranara project. I know that they would never make themselves visible to that little freak but I love reading about it anyways.

[illegal-d]

Let the man return, let him be playable... 🐦‍⬛✨

[shouldhavestayedawayfromhere]

I identify with Eight in such a profound and such an unexpected way, and it really makes me wonder, because I'm nothing like him at all. I think most people aren't like Dottore in the least. He lacks any basic means of socialization whatsoever and has a complete disdain for all forms of life. I would hope that most humans aren't that way.

But I found that I relate to the parts of Dottore that deny his own humanity, and the parts that prove his own humanity. And him being a child is the ultimate crossover.

Being a child is vulnerability. Forced, involuntary, inevitable vulnerability and weakness. Dottore experienced neglect and abandonment. His trust in the world was broken at an early stage in life, where said trust is essential to a kid's development. Dottore hates vulnerability and weakness; he redefined his lack of trust in the world as hate against it. But Eight? He's just hurt. He's just alone. Forever. Forced to be eight years old and abandoned for all of eternity. He doesn't yet have anything to hold onto—doesn't yet possess the coping skills or abilities to process what happened to him and why. Because no matter how many hundreds of years he exists, he will always be eight years old.

Something about that speaks to me. Something about it is so relatable. Eight is still so human. And he's fragile. And he wouldn't have to end this way, but he's not a real child. He's not a true second chance. Dottore cannot 'heal his inner child' by giving Eight a better life. He's artificial. He will always be his distraught, lifeless self. With no life behind his eyes at eight years old. Damned to never grow up—never move on.

So human, but so not, and yet still somehow, it speaks to me.

[something-or-otherwise]

that boy doesn't even look like me!

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[questionableblogger]

Dottore clone 18 voice occasionally cracks when he’s angrily yelling at another clone (8 and 25). Which causes all the other clones to make fun of him for the next month.

[c0wuu]

Omega drabble w/ gn!self-insert

cw; terrible writing, dumbification, praise, begging, and dehumanization

Omega is definitely into dumbification, has a praise kink, and a crumb of a begging kink (this is supported by that one line iykyk)

He’d totally get off on the ego trip of having his partner so fucked out of their mind that they can’t help how dumbed down they’ve become from his doing. His heart, and dick, throbbing at how endearing it is to watch his beloved be so pliant and completely at his mercy; begging and pleading for more of his touch in a stream of practically incoherent whimpers and gasps. Slowing down his thrusts to an agonizing grind and grabbing them by the face, squeezing their cheeks firmly and forcing their gaze on him; the look that contorted on his lover’s face was nothing but pitifully beautiful.

“Repeat that again for me?”

The command barely registered in what little cognizance remained in his little cock-drunk toy. Throwing their hips up, or at least trying to, they cried and bawled; begging him to please, please don’t stop, keep using their bodies for his enjoyment. For however long it takes to satisfy him and make them his.

“Very good. I knew you had it in you.”

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Sleep deprived as fuck from dealing with period cramps but thought of this while scrolling through my dottore cork board of lore lol

It’s so hot to be treated like an object sjdjdjskw

[lenyechka]

another repo reference cause it's one of my biggest inspo🫣

[c0wuu]

I have nothing holy to say right now