I'm a bit sleep deprived so uh if this doesn't make much sense that's probably why
I've been getting a lot of cuteness aggression for Dottore recently, he's always been my favourite but I just wanna squish his cheeks and cuddle him close, I don't care if he's 80 or 60 or a bird monster thing, he should have thought about that before being so darn cute fucked up war crimes be damned. I like when he's fucked up I just also wanna squish him in my hand like a squeezy ball, you could probably use the little sprites like that if they don't object but they'd probably need a bath first considering the dead segment grime. No stress ball activities until bath time for them
Cuteness Aggression with Dottore
Hope having all them appear here helps anon, this is just 3k of dotttore fluff scenarios :]
Ft. [Companion] Zeta, Ursa, Mu, Nu and Upsilson [Suitors] Omega, Beta, Prime, Lunar, Delta and Gamma
SFW. Domestic quiet fluff with the segments. Affectionately annoying them or vice versa. suitors get to be called Zandik or dottore when you’re both alone. some play fighting. Some are cuter than others, semi-crack, they act like birds.
Nicknames used: For Reader - Baby [Omega] Darling [Lunar] Sweetheart [Gamma].
[Dottore cheatsheet] [Dottore masterlist]
Companions
Zeta [The Child - 8] and Ursa [The Teen - 13]
You felt his poking before you saw him. lying on your stomach in the confines of your bedroom with your attention ahead of you on the paragraphs of Zandik's unique handwriting. Zeta had been quiet upon his entrance, climbing up onto the bed and crawling over the stiff expanse with his own blanket clutched in his fists.
he lays beside you silently, blanket bundled under his chin and reading over the reports in your hands. he blows out a puff of air when you don't pay him any immediate attention and presses his chubby cheeks onto your forearm and attempts to crawl underneath your arms to disrupt your focus
“mrrr” he grumbles, wedging himself halfway under and growling out your name “-why'r you reading his old work? It's long outdated…”
“I wanted to know more about him” you look down at the boy, smiling at his messy appearance, waving the file over his face, Zeta glares at the faded image of himself that was pinned to the corner “and yourself.”
“Just ask me. I can give you a personal recount of his life” he pouts, lazily reaching to smoosh his fingers into your face “being his favourite, I know all of Zandik's traits. his personality... his disgusting habits he developed as he grew into a crumbling corpse”
“You're so annoying today” you whine, trying to move your face away from his grubby hands to no avail “like a little weasel thief.”
“Im bored.” Zeta twists in your grasp, snatching away your papers and laying them onto the floor “I want to go do something fun, but the others are all busy”
“So you're making it my problem, little crow?”
“Yes. So get up” he grunts out, pushing at you in an attempt to at least roll you over. you laugh, sitting up and wrestling the kid half heartedly as he tries to drag you off of the bed “ugghhhh!”
“oh nooo.” You mutter, feigning weakness, grabbing his shoulders “it looks like gravity is taking us both down”
“no!”
“It's getting heavier!”
“nooo!”
he doesn't have the time to scramble away when you flop over and trap him next to you
“get uuuup!” he thumps his fists against your arm “you heavy sumpter beast - get off of me!”
“you tattled on yourself, it’s way past curfew” you tut, reaching for the blanket “no doubt the others aren't entertaining you because it's so late”
he struggles another minute or two before letting out a big yawn
“See.”
“ah! it’s cause and effect - you're squishing me, restricting my oxygen! depriving me of my precious air!”
the door creaks open again, earning both of your attention to see another blue haired segment poke his head past the doorway
‘you woke me.’
“Kappa!” Zeta gasps out, reaching out to him with grabby hands “help get this oaf off of me!”
Ursa looks between the two of you, then slowly to the clock hanging off the adjacent wall
“Do Not! say anything!” Zeta hisses “just-... please?”
you lift the corner of the blanket “how about we just have a sleepover instead, hm?”
Ursa nods and sluggishly makes his way to the bed, jumping up and crawling beneath the blanket and helping you with keeping Zeta from escaping
Upsilon [Dottoling sprites], Nu [Foxttore], and Mu [Monster Dottore]
you're surrounded by the time you lift the last of them out of the bath, soft squeaky chirps from the greying puff ball of feathers, it crones and shivers pathetically in your palm while you carefully pat off his feathers.
the rest peck incessantly at your clothes, your hair and skin, calling for your attention. you temporarily move the old bird to your shoulder to lean down and scoop up the rest, laughing when their tiny claws scratch harmlessly to scuttle up like tiny crabs trapped in a bucket. Nu, or Foxttore, watches lazily from above, her compact pudgy body loafed and purring, at the doorway Mu looms silently waiting for you to finish up
the tufts of blue sway back and forth while you carry them out of the bathroom. squishing that same little sprite between your fingers softly like a squeezy toy when you separate him from the pack
they all cuddle up to your neck while you finish getting ready for the day, slipping on a button up, lacing up the belts to the harness Dottore had ordered for you and finally shouldering on the white coat reminiscent of his harbingers uniform
as if knowing what was to come, the Dottolings all huddle into the neck fur, their feathers meshing into the pelt and falling silent and incognito, when you exit your quarters with that lone greying sprite carefully balanced between your fingers. shocking a poor newbie fatui agent with your appearance who happens to come across your path is inevitable. They all collectively open their blood red eyes and stare them down until they turn tail and flee, a skittering chitter trailing behind, amused at the poor guys terror to then be faced with the intimidating figure of Mu, Nu riding his neck in a similar fashion to the dottolings
The stranger escapes, and zmu trots over, seemingly proud of his scare tactics
seeing the two creatures' tails wag as you stand in front of them, ruffling their fur and hearing the thumping echoing against the floor like they're drums is a cute scene. Nu yips, satisfied with her contribution to the scare. Mu, on the other hand, stamps their feet in excitement for more scritches as reward
Suitors
Omega [Webttore - 28]
Determining who's more annoying between the two of you is a hard fact to prove. In fact, it's a common debate between the two of you that you challenge on a frequent basis. It keeps him occupied, and it keeps you fairly entertained
messing around with Zandik like this usually kept those aggravating feelings from surfacing too often as well
tossing and turning, the two of you roll around on the floor, he is hardly gentle when he knocks you back with a maniacal laugh, your back slamming onto the carpeted rug. the short blue haired man smiles a bit too widely, pin prick teeth peeking out behind chapped lips
you return the look with a toothy grin and lunge back to tackle him and land a hard blow to his ribs
a hit that he takes easily. Zandik stares up with stars in his eyes, a misty dazed look focused on you as you pin him by the wrists and laugh
he feels an overwhelming swell of emotions float to the surface when he sees the state of you. cheeks flushed, slightly panting from the lack of air in your lungs, half lidded gaze aimed down at him. It doesn't even register in his mind that your putting your weight on his chest and choking him
he has half a mind to break eye contact, swallowing his tongue and reaching for your wrists
“Bay-be” Zandik's voice comes out scratchy, broken and weakened but not from loss “-harder.”
Beta [“I left sumeru, but I also stayed in sumeru.” - 35]
He stares off blankly above your head, at least, you assume so with his mask covering the majority of his face. Dottore is stock still while you rest your head on his chest. His hands are raised as if he's hesitant to lay his hands on you. You’re well aware that's not the case, if anything, it's far from it but he still refrains from lowering them to encircle you like normal so you watch him like a hawk, observing his movements
it was like your positions had swapped in the five minutes you'd been locked in place.
though it could also be because of his miscalculation on how much muscle relaxant serum he'd injected into your daily medication package or that because he did not accurately predict how your system would take to the experimental trial dose
like a clingy leech, he had made you significantly more insufferable to cope with and Zandik has to reconcile with the fact that he's now trapped by your dead weight [harmlessly] bearing down on him, he should have rejected your plea to join you on the berth, refrained from indulging in that humanly desire you call affection.
…He means it to no offense, but disturbing you now would skewer his currently running data collection so like a reluctant owner with their feral cat who'd perched upon their lap for the first time, Zandik resigns to his new designated placement as your seat
Omicron [Trilunar God - 35]
Dottore stands facing you upside down, kept at arms length and dodging each of your attempts to jump up and grab at him, even the ornaments of his intricate outfit dangle just out of reach
“Darling, you really should give up at this point” he taunts “This little cat and mouse game you're playing is pitiful, although I can't say the sight is undesirable… quite the opposite, actually.”
he jumps back again when you almost catch his arm. Again, you let out a frustrated groan
“what a defeated expression you're wearing” you can feel a migraine coming on by the grating tone Dottore is using against you “such a gem to see you defeated”
“Come down!” You bark pathetically, making grabby hands at him and becoming annoyed when he laughs “it's too hot down here!”
“ah, see, you only want to use me for your selfish desires”
“Is it selfish of me to want my lover at every possible moment?” you glare half heartedly, then yearning dripping from my words “do I need to kneel before you like a guilty sinner or confess my to you my urges, moon man?”
he falters, and that's all it takes for you to catch him off guard, managing to pull him down from the sky into your arms. He concedes to his capture and allows you to tug along his floating body. His smile is smugly painted on his face, and if it weren't for his mask, you swear the expression on his face would be one of pleased vanity
“Tell me more,” he purrs out greedily. “Tell me how much you want me.”
Dottore [Prime - 45]
“and you decided to do all of this out of boredom?” Dottore pauses as he turns his masked face to observe the contents of the kitchen counter, a highly misused and frequently abandoned space he'd admittedly forgotten about.
“I attempted the Turkish delights because I wanted to.” you say as you coat the current batch with a dusting of icing sugar and toss the bowl gently to cover the lot. pausing when he slips off a glove and plucks a small square from the container mid toss. Dottore winces at the sticky mess it immediately leaves on his pointer and thumb even with the coating
“...theyre not, uh. done too well, I admit." You say quietly
“-it feels like coagulated slime.” He states plainly, turning his head back up to you “or a mint jelly concoction paired with the constitution of pate de fruit.”
“It's a soft sweet cube, my nana usually made them” You defend the creation, taking his wrist and holding it up to your lips to take a bite. “There is a Teyvatian equivalent-” as you chew, the sharp rose flavour hits too strong, but the pistachio helps soften the blow to make it a pleasant bite “here, taste.”
you pull back to let him squish it between his fingers before allowing it between his own lips. Immediately his jaw freezes up, teeth grinding to a halt
“dont you like it?” You question when you see his mouth twitch down
“mn.” he hummed, mouth full.
“you can spit it out.” You reassure him while reaching for a paper towel when he starts chewing again albeit extremely slowly, you stop “I won’t be offended-”
twisting down to cup your cheek, Dottore collides his lips to yours and bites down on your lip. you gasp and wrinkle your nose when he kisses you aggressively, tongue pushing past then pulls away just as quickly and squishes your cheeks together with a line of spit connecting you as a lump of sugar sits heavy on your tongue
“swallow.” You roll your eyes at his breathy tone and swallow, leaning away so you can wipe the corner of your mouth. wincing at the spit laden mess he left
“you have to stop doing that!” You whine, shoving your fingers into his mouth when he goes to speak “it's gross.”
“that is far from the worst thing i've had you eat.” he says dismissively, licking the sugar and spit off them, then plopping his chin atop of your head and pulling you in
“that is not helping your case.”
Delta [The Caretaker - 65]
Dottore keeps you restrained while you struggle to wriggle out from under him. teeth digging into the flesh of his forearm. as silent as this segment of the man you love is, he doesn't react with much opposition and simply leans more heavily into your embrace
With the man's jacket and his large presence, it starts to feel like you're being unfairly smothered in a live recreation of a brooding hen warming her new clutch
his wrist flexes between your canines when he flips to the next page of your book. The casual way Dottore does it, as if you weren't present, makes you want more from him
when you detach, he doesn't flinch. a deep mark is left behind, matching the littering battlefield that is his skin. He bruised easily at his older age, muscles wearing thin and leading him to look spindly and lanky even while reclined on his stomach. An unfamiliar appearance for the mad scientist Ill Dottore, but a common view of your Zandik.
“Zandik.” You whisper, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck the best you can “kiss?”
His mask fully obscures his face today, even his mouth, so the only way to get him to open up was to ask. Instead of doing what he normally did, however, he arched the tip of the beak to your lips in a mock peck
Then he does it again.
you stare up at him bewildered “wha-”
and again. He gradually speeds up in his gentle ministrations, trailing the mask over your cheeks giving you numerous little love taps until you're a giggling mess at the oddly sweet gesture that allows you to resume your own acts of tender loving care.
Gamma [The Old man - 80]
“move over, sweetheart”
begrudgingly, you shift off and wedge yourself into the corner of his recliner, Zandik sluggishly dropping into the seat beside you, making a dip in the plush cushions He digs his fingers into the arm chairs side to pull on its lever, making the leg stand pop and kick back.
he sighs in relief when you pool into his side, tugging at his collar and unbuttoning the few pins and buckles around his nape
“mnnn.” he mumbles his thanks, tired from his day dealing with such loud personalities and enjoying the quiet simplicity
“yeah yeah.” You whisper tiredly in reply as he folds himself into you, eyelids drifting closed. reaching over him to dig into the chairs' side pockets to look for a few of his belongings he lets you mess around with his clothes and strip him of the restrictive pieces
his nose scrunches when fluff covers his feet. cracking open his weary eyes, he glares down to see your newest purchase
“what.” he looks up to you confused “where did you get these…”
“They're woolly sumpter beast sock shoes from the travelling merchants holed up in Sneznograd.” You chirp, rolling up the thick cuffs and hold up another fluffy apparatus “bring your face closer”
he raises a brow, red eyes narrowing on the strange gift “no. what is that”
“it's just a head band” you roll your eyes “to keep your hair out of your face, it's too short to tie back but too long to leave loose and it's been annoying me when you try to kiss me”
he frowns in offense
“Don't look at me like that!” You pout “you don't like it when I shove my hands up your shirt, and I listened to your protests, same difference”
“because your hands are cold, and you go straight for my chest.” he grunts, snatching the head band out of your hands to eye it suspiciously
“You're boney everywhere else. Where else would I warm them” You whine into his neck, curling up and giving up on getting Zandik to wear the headband when he flings it across the room.
“I can tolerate the socks. You’re pushing it with everything else.” Zandik responds, getting back into a comfortable position “now quit your fidgeting and go back to sleep.”