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part 1 of ? of blurbs based off of this post. not proof read im writing from the heart….. gn!reader, fluff, banter, canon does not exist
65 doesn’t make a big deal out of not getting a kiss before you hit the sack. in fact, he’s definitely the least disruptive in how he responds to your inaction — which isn’t to say he’s not petty, but he won’t make the problem known to everyone in the lab.
no, his thought process is surprisingly mature for one of ill dottore’s segments. if you forget to see him off with a smooch, he’ll visit you in the morning with a tray of delicious, mouth-watering breakfast food. still-hot pancakes under butter actively melting onto the stack, a bowl of fresh fruit, something meaty to satiate any sodium cravings, a nice, cold glass of juice and some vitamin capsules.
as the segment with the most care for your human needs, he sneaks into your chambers carefully and quietly, making sure not to disrupt your precious sleep (which isn’t to say he’s doesn’t wake you up, because the enticing smell of breakfast pulls you out of unconsciousness with comical speed).
“apologies for rousing you, my beloved. i thought you’d do well to have a hearty breakfast this morning.” he chuckles quietly, brushing back your bedhead with one gloved hand. you grumble, rubbing the sleep out of your puffy eyes.
“didja make all of this?” you reach for the drink as you sit up straight while 65 sets the feet of the tray on each side of you, breakfast on your lap. he shakes his head, soft gaze never leaving your face.
“my contributions lie solely within the fruit and the vitamins. i had 8 cook the pancakes.” you choose to interpret the latter statement as the child segment offering to help with your breakfast himself, that he wasn’t forced to slave away whisking the thick batter with his poor little arms. you hum, sighing happily when the cold liquid soothes your dry throat.
“i’ll make sure to thank him well, in that case-“ a hand appears over your pancakes, shielding them from a stabbing by fork.
“…huh.”
65 clicks his tongue.
“what of my thank?” you look at him, befuddled.
“…and yesterday’s good night kiss?”
a metaphorical lightbulb shines bright over your head.
“OH.”
immediately, you lean up as much as you physically can with the tray still in your lap and leave a gentle kiss on the side of his beak, smiling. “i’m sorry, i was so tired it completely slipped my mind!” you muse with an airy laugh. “i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, i promise.” it would happen again.
his hand stays hovering on top of the pancakes.
he turns his head, facing you properly.
“not good enough.”
with a blink, you lean to the right and press a kiss on the other side of his beak.
“no.”
you halt, in thought. pondering. you set the glass of juice down on your nightstand as to have the least amount of obstacles in your way of this mission, grab his face to angle it downwards so it’s in proximity of your lips, and you give him a peck on the forehead.
no sound comes from the segment. you’re not even sure he’s breathing, actually.
you hear a quiet, baritone “not good enough” from under the mask.
slightly fed up but mostly just hungry and impatient, your hands dart behind his head and fiddle with the belt clasps attached to that damn plague doctor mask and loosen them enough to yank the whole thing down, peppering his face with kisses — the apple of his left cheek, his hooked nose, above his right eyebrow, on his right cheek, and finally, a loud, obnoxious MMMWAH! on his awaiting lips.
you stare at each other for a second. you, with a twitch in your right eye. him, with an indecipherable expression.
a second second.
“another o-“
your stomach rumbles obnoxiously loud and you hear the ding! of a side quest complete along with it.
OOMFLETT!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN!! I’VE MISSED HAVING YOU AROUND!! I love how the insanity of 6.6 brought you back and the new blog theme ,, IT’S NOT DOTTOVER THOUGH!!! REGARDLESS I LOVE THE NEW POST 🥺 ough 65 is the best and def one of my favs… he may be mature but that doesnt stop him from having high silliness levels, AND I LOVE THE IMAGE OF BABYTTORE COOKING AWAY... i want to be his mom. 😭 I cant help but wonder if 65 doesnt get hot with that big mask on his face AND ALL THE CLOTHES/FUR HE’S WEARING IS HE NOT SWEATING/!?!😭
anyway.... the other point I wanted to say was that ur last post is not showing in the tags probably due to a certain Word which I think is a shame because it’s peak sauce and everyone should witness 65 cuteness…. ANYWAY I HOPE UR DOING GOOD DOTTORE WILL BE BACK TRUST ME
OOMFIIIEEEE I MISSED YOU TOOO so often id be working on assignments thinking "wow i wonder what fragile reader lore is being dropped rn" if you see me spam liking ur posts soon noyou don't. yes you do. mwah. IT WONT EVER BE DOTTOVER ill be damned if i dont sound like a senile old man yapping about dottore and drawing conclusions like the charlie day meme. you cannot take the dottore out of me Never.
thank u sm..... 65 is so "gentle" giant to me. perfect balance of mellow older human man and his Petty Dottore Genes. big ol bird with his big ol hat and big ol beak and big ol coat. that we can just.... take off.... if he's too hot.... except i dont think it'll help much because we know Damn well he's going to be just as hot if not more 65 if you can hear us pls let me hit THE MASK STAYS ON
HAHA i was thinking about why it wasn't showing up today and i swear i was going crazy i was so close to reposting it because "omggg why does tumblr hate me"......... ehe. forgot i need to censor myself a little bit for tags. ehehehe. forgot this isn't my personal diary and i cant speak my mind or else they'll KILL me!!! blasphemous. i should be able to say the p word whenever i want... and by p word. heh. Playable Dottore.
IM DOING SO GOOD TYSM i hope ur doing good too. Great even <3<3<3 dottore saved me i have ideas and more motivation to write now cries/ :,) uni is hard........ but we're harder Let's destroy that old man and those adult segments of his YESSIRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
part 1 of ? of blurbs based off of this post. not proof read im writing from the heart….. gn!reader, fluff, banter, canon does not exist
65 doesn’t make a big deal out of not getting a kiss before you hit the sack. in fact, he’s definitely the least disruptive in how he responds to your inaction — which isn’t to say he’s not petty, but he won’t make the problem known to everyone in the lab.
no, his thought process is surprisingly mature for one of ill dottore’s segments. if you forget to see him off with a smooch, he’ll visit you in the morning with a tray of delicious, mouth-watering breakfast food. still-hot pancakes under butter actively melting onto the stack, a bowl of fresh fruit, something meaty to satiate any sodium cravings, a nice, cold glass of juice and some vitamin capsules.
as the segment with the most care for your human needs, he sneaks into your chambers carefully and quietly, making sure not to disrupt your precious sleep (which isn’t to say he’s doesn’t wake you up, because the enticing smell of breakfast pulls you out of unconsciousness with comical speed).
“apologies for rousing you, my beloved. i thought you’d do well to have a hearty breakfast this morning.” he chuckles quietly, brushing back your bedhead with one gloved hand. you grumble, rubbing the sleep out of your puffy eyes.
“didja make all of this?” you reach for the drink as you sit up straight while 65 sets the feet of the tray on each side of you, breakfast on your lap. he shakes his head, soft gaze never leaving your face.
“my contributions lie solely within the fruit and the vitamins. i had 8 cook the pancakes.” you choose to interpret the latter statement as the child segment offering to help with your breakfast himself, that he wasn’t forced to slave away whisking the thick batter with his poor little arms. you hum, sighing happily when the cold liquid soothes your dry throat.
“i’ll make sure to thank him well, in that case-“ a hand appears over your pancakes, shielding them from a stabbing by fork.
“…huh.”
65 clicks his tongue.
“what of my thank?” you look at him, befuddled.
“…and yesterday’s good night kiss?”
a metaphorical lightbulb shines bright over your head.
“OH.”
immediately, you lean up as much as you physically can with the tray still in your lap and leave a gentle kiss on the side of his beak, smiling. “i’m sorry, i was so tired it completely slipped my mind!” you muse with an airy laugh. “i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, i promise.” it would happen again.
his hand stays hovering on top of the pancakes.
he turns his head, facing you properly.
“not good enough.”
with a blink, you lean to the right and press a kiss on the other side of his beak.
“no.”
you halt, in thought. pondering. you set the glass of juice down on your nightstand as to have the least amount of obstacles in your way of this mission, grab his face to angle it downwards so it’s in proximity of your lips, and you give him a peck on the forehead.
no sound comes from the segment. you’re not even sure he’s breathing, actually.
you hear a quiet, baritone “not good enough” from under the mask.
slightly fed up but mostly just hungry and impatient, your hands dart behind his head and fiddle with the belt clasps attached to that damn plague doctor mask and loosen them enough to yank the whole thing down, peppering his face with kisses — the apple of his left cheek, his hooked nose, above his right eyebrow, on his right cheek, and finally, a loud, obnoxious MMMWAH! on his awaiting lips.
you stare at each other for a second. you, with a twitch in your right eye. him, with an indecipherable expression.
a second second.
“another o-“
your stomach rumbles obnoxiously loud and you hear the ding! of a side quest complete along with it.
doing the rounds n giving every segment a kiss on the forehead before you go to sleep because you have a proper (compared to them) sleeping schedule and they'll throw a fit if they learn you went to bed without giving them their mandatory end-of-day smooch and wake you up in the middle of the night to get their smooches with added interest.....
edited this in mspaint in a fit of Pure Unbridled Rage actually
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shut the fuck up what will i do with my 1,500 pulls if the doomposting is. if it's. if IT. IS
practically halfway done with my finals week i need it to end faster so i can write out the brainworms that are telling me to write pronebone brat tamer dottore porn
had a crazy dream about dottore and woke up with my heart hammering in my ribcage so hard i was shaking. anyways unrelated when is hoyo going to release his transformation cutscene where he shoves a vial in his chest very sensually and lets out a gaspmoan when it goes in
HIM. HE. HHHEEEEEUGSHDBSGNJHVGFNSA
didn’t mean for an impromptu hiatus to happen i got mentally ill im Sorry gang. but also i’m still not exactly back because silksong just came out
the downside to being good at games is that im too busy silking my song to write anything. sorry for being cracked
didn’t mean for an impromptu hiatus to happen i got mentally ill im Sorry gang. but also i’m still not exactly back because silksong just came out
i'm not actually mad i just like the comedic delivery of righteous but pointless anger
My hobbies include reading, writing and doing neither of those things
saw someone somewhere drawing og dottore with his face obscured because we've never rly seen him and i'm really, Really normal about it
in dire need of dottore content, anything 🙏🏻
Very much think that somno with Dottore and the segments makes just sense. He is so awfully busy that sex can be far in between which leaves both of you pushing down your need for each other. And even when he's not your schedules may not match up properly. Which is why both of you would be willing to get intimate with each other while you're sleeping. Dottore also finds pleasure and even a bit of excitement at how your body unconciously twitches and moves for him. He semi-treats it as an experiment of sorts too - figuring out how soft or rough he can be without waking you up. Well, even if you do wake up that even better, the hazy pleasure of his cock with a foggy mind truly feels so good. And he will literally ask you what kind of dreams you had while he fucked you with a straight face.
Never shows it but secretly gets a bit soft if you're comfortable in relinquishing a lot of control over to him (bondage, blindfold, etc). Dottore knows you repeatedly say how much you love him, but the fact you trust him, knowing full well what he's capable of, makes his heart tingle.
... Pegging him. He likes it from time to time. Don't let him convince you otherwise. In the beginning, Dottore usually tries to treat it as mere curiosity and observing how his body would react but he eventually loses composure when he's near to coming.
You two have done it in the middle of Sumeru's forests as students. He was a bit of a loser and you would have to take care of him so he could stop pretending that he wasn't in agony. He never brings it up because he's too embarrassed.
He finds it comforting when you make noises and pleading expressions. Not just because it's attractive, but it's the tangible proof he needs to know that he's making you feel good. It seems a bit dumb, knowing he needs that kind of reassurance, but there are certain things that click in his mind and this is one of them. If he doesn't see you being reactive he will most certainly stop and ask if you're alright.
