Dobbie-doo - ˗ˏˋ ꒰ Annastasia ꒱ ˎˊ˗

BLEEEH

how to be Child

Happy Birthday, Wanderer!

"Happy birthday, Hat Guy. I finally found you! So, what do you think of my suggestion, eh? How about trying a new hairstyle? It'll totally lift your spirits!

"...Tch."

I'm having a stroke.

Happy Birthday, Wanderer!

I've told you there's no need for gifts, so what's with this handmade thing? The craftsmanship is... mediocre. Is this how you see me?

Whatever. I've already gotten plenty of unusual stuff from you, so what's one more?

Hmm? Wait, even Durin prepared something?

...Alright, fine. You guys sure come up with plenty of ideas. And look at you, grinning like that. I'm starting to think you're the ones who've been looking forward to this day.

MY MAN

Late birthday post for my boy, wanderer (love him, main him, cried for him)

I’m not sure if I can say it’s suggestive; more like non sexual nudity?? okay, maybe a little bit, but really sweet Just wanted to point that out so no one is surprised

gn reader

Soft skin meets porcelain. Warmth lands onto that cold body of his. It’s weird, but somehow, he feels welcomed. With every motion of his hands, you feel like you’re about to be devoured. There’s something endearing in that, though. How gentle he is, yet also bold. It earns a chuckle from you.

When that freezing feeling reaches a certain spot, you shudder. He stops. Eyes laced with worry meet yours. A silent reminder of care. “It’s fine, you can go on” and so he does. Your hands wrap around his waist, to steady yourself. Uneven breaths tickle his neck, you never feel his. It all feels eerily.

He leans in, beautiful eyes staring at you, with that pleading expression you rarely see. You let him, eagerly welcoming that sweet feeling of his lips on yours. It’s the only time you feel his body heat. Deeper and deeper, he ventures, as if you’re some unknown land. Hands roam, with so much devotion even the quietest whispers can’t convey.

For a moment, there’s no friction between you. That human body of yours yearns for more, but patiently waits for the puppet’s choice. With that smile, you seem like a god in his eyes. A god he once tried to be, a goal he hoped to achieve with so much effort put, and so little practice of how to be one. You didn’t need it; you don’t need a gnosis, a perfect body (which you do have, in his humble opinion), a whole palace meant for you, you don’t need anything at all. Just one follower who’d die for your happiness - that is, him. How ironic; faithful followers is what he needed the most (even if he saw them as pests), and now he is that, which he hated the most - someone in love.

Warm skin melts with porcelain, like a candle. Two people turn into one in a dance of gentle love and passion. “Happy birthday. I love you always, and forever. Remember that, okay?” He loved you twice as much.

m.list/rules

✧ Hello everyone on my acc, before you subscribe to me I want to say and warn that there will be NSFW content here, as well as ANGST, sometimes I will post funny things and pictures from Pinterest / share cases from my life. English is not my native language (in general, I'm Russian girl lol) and I use a translator, so if you find errors in the text, let me know!

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WHAT I CAN WRITE

✧ Yandere characters

✧ fem!reader and fem!characters

✧ Dark Content [ Sans the topics listed in the next category. ]

✧ Reader Insert

✧ Gender Neutral Reader

✧ Oneshots/Scenarios/Headcannons

✧ Poly relationships [ why not?]

✧ Fluff/Comfort

✧ Hurt/Comfort

✧ NSFW

✧ Reader with a certain personality trait [ e.g. shy, cold ]

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

✧ Suicide. No? just no.

✧ Male Reader. Sorry guys, but I will write exclusively about a female reader.

✧ I will absolutely not write for incest / stepcest, p*dophilia (obvs 💀), scat/piss kink, daddy kink, ddlg, petplay. I will add more based on changes.

✧ I absolutely won't write for any character who carries the appearance of a child regardless of age (ex, qiqi, nahida, etc) cause it's disgusting.

✧ Omegaverse (do I need to explain?)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

[ The names in bold signify characters that I'm most interested in writing.]

──── ✧ GENSHIN IMPACT

✧ al haitham, scaramouche/wanderer, dottore, shikanoin heizou, kaedehara kazuha, aether, dainsleif, kinich, diluc, cyno, zhongli, , kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley, il capitano, arlecchino, navia , lumine , nin guang , raiden ei.

✧ please feel free to ask questions (if you've followed all my rules)

✧please try to understand, I'm new to writing, assnd serious topics will be hard for me to write,

✧ please be patient, I need a lot of time to write something, and check for errors, and formatting!

✧ I may not go to Tumblr for some time, thereby ignoring requests, this is due to my school debts(..

MY COMPLATED WORKS

✧ ARLECCHINO

burn for me - arlecchino and fem reader 18+

✧ IL DOTTORE

dottore with wife! reader 18+

✧ WANDERER

wanderer ˗ oh sweet girl.. 18+

̗wanderer - yandere

wanderer - that beautiful night 18+

✧ BALLADEER

yandere scaramouche - your gentle madness pt 1 pt 2

scaramouche - you are a light of eyes of mine

✧YOU HAVE ENTERED TEYVAT

you got into teyvat

✧ HEADCANONS

headcanon - his kisses (wriothesley,neuvillette,Kinich,wanderer,razor)

✧ VOICE LINES - ABOUT Y/N

voice lines - about you (wanderer, ayato, tartaglia, albedo, dainsleif)

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SPECIAL COLLECTION NSFW ALPHABET WITH YOUR LOVERS! (the list of characters will be updated)

✧ WANDERER - NSFW ALPHABET

✧ DOTTORE - IN WRITING..

✧ SCARAMOUCHE - NSFW ALPHABET

I do not allow using, copying, publishing and translating my fanfics on other sites!

are you perchance willing to write for dottore nsfw alphabet

Hmm..I will definitely write this after I finish writing part 3 of yandere scara. But you can write me a private message right now, what kind of Dottore would you like to see, gentle and dominant? or do you like the gore more?

body painting with flowers man

only with you.

angst & comfort. gn!reader × wanderer. wc 1.7k

summary. non-sexual nudity & intimacy; body painting with flowers; recollection of past events (wanderer).

sumeru is a dualistic region. where knowledge and reincarnation richly seep through every concept there is, it would still not exist without any ignorance, nor destruction. one needs another to thrive. 

wanderer himself is a dual man—a human being without an organic heart yet a puppet with feelings. somebody, who had multiple names throughout. somebody, who once had a mother; friends. somebody, who was given a midway place in this world across his journey. as a wanderer, he is said to have no name, kin, or destination.

maybe there is a definite reason for him to spend the majority of his time in sumeru after all. as he originated from inazuma, a land of isolated eternity, spent years at the claws of the notorious nation of snezhnaya and—seeking his ascension to godhood, eventual prosperity, and validation at last—was forced into flimsy redemption in sumeru.

wanderer self-destructed his ignorance to reincarnate it as full of knowledge; to shape his existence anew. all of this for him to question himself and suffer the same.

the sacred tree of the world—irminsul—answered the questions he always sought and yet, he was betrayed once again. wisdom is a heavy burden with a great cost; it could be one’s demise. ignorance to him was, indeed, a bliss. as well as oblivion, which he was stripped of in a little of a while. 

since the day he had to relive his entire lifetime in a minute and earned an anemo vision in the process, the world around him changed. in fact, he met you, who made a significant change to his demeanor. wanderer may not be the best companion there is, however, you both always seek each other in a crowd. even if there is none of it.

the sunset is pretty today, you think as you immerse yourself up to the chin into the lukewarm water underneath the waterfall of gandharva ville. wanderer remained apart from you for a while. he was hesitant. he may have a synthetic body of a puppet, but being stark naked in front of you felt way too vulnerable by his nature. it felt like cutting himself open and letting himself go free.

he was never free to begin with. freedom to each is a different concept. the day the god of eternity sealed his power and hid him like a failure of hers, followed by letting him roam free, he chained his mind to different intentions of ei’s. he felt neglected and deprived of who he was meant to be—not knowing he was a mere prototype, never designed to hold and wield the electro gnosis; whose existence was about to be terminated right before they saw him cry in his sleep—rather than free.

he had no given name nor a home to get back to at the end of the day. so, naturally, when fatui took him under their wings, he felt that being the sixth seat was his rightful place. 

there were many kind people in his early ordinary days of learning how to be human between the time he was discarded and given the title of the balladeer. your way of carrying oneself immensely reminds him of them all. sometimes it can be agonizing to wanderer, but lovely just the same. he reacts to your eyes, inviting him to join you bathing in the stream while the sun slowly sets. 

erstwhile clear water, due to the reflection of the sky, is dyeing itself in colors of yellow, orange, violet, and pink. the river takes its appearance like the flower field around you at once. 

as wanderer takes his clothes off, he is quickly submerging himself into and under the water. it is shallow, so you can swiftly reach his side. you have qualms about whether he would let you come closer, despite that, you carefully stretch your hands towards his shoulders. you sit him up. he has a lot on his mind lately, thus, he lets you take care of him without thinking much. to tell the truth, he trusts you to a great extent, knowing you would catch him if he fell—literally and figuratively. 

you pluck a lone flower from the floral field. it is greenish blue, or rather turquoise, in color. one would rarely see it blossom. the color reminds you of wanderer’s tattoos’ when they glow with power.

you slowly trace them with luminous petals, so it leaves dye markings; barely visible, but you both know it’s there nevertheless. it is a silly activity yet remarkably intimate for either. he does not feel skin contact the same as everyone else, regardless, he gets chills from your delicate brushes.

somehow you do not care about him being born unhuman at all. maybe because in your mind he is the most human one could be—cruel and all the things beautiful at the same time; imperfect. 

you offer him another flower of your favorite color, for him to paint on your bare body as well. he is skeptical, however, it takes only a moment to engage in the act. you shiver every time he tries touching you softly. neither of you talk. 

you warily touch his face then. the pink rose in your frail grip is kissing his cheeks, and nose, consciously avoiding his pursed lips as well as eyes, which are dyed burgundy anyways. the color was indeed deliberately chosen to imitate a blush of sorts. you thought it was cute. 

he is feeling your skin alongside, attentively selecting parts of your body you would be fine with; giving your consent to. it does vary how you react.

you reach for his chest subsequently, holding a flower of opaque red. you are faltering while drawing something. at that moment, he stops his own tracery and retracts his arm further from you; stays still. you painted a little heart on his chest. likewise, you keep looking at it in silence, smiling. 

it was a heart he was able to call his own. 

he remembers. puppet he is, abandoned by the almighty shogun for being overly human, but used as a tool by fatui ever since. in no way they saw a human—whereas he could not die and had an empty space of a heart. how can one be a human being without a heart? his existence contradicted itself in that sense.

as a harbinger, did he become more human then? when a tainted heart he got from the doctor saved him, it was offered to him in the form of the ashes to have in that empty shell of a place. at first, he did not know it was niwa's; that same withered one he discarded after condemning the entire incident as his second betrayal of cruel human nature. a human heart he yearns for is not worth the pain of another person’s death. 

afterward, he sought a gnosis to take that place instead. his luck was one of a kind really. the contentment he became so familiar with, was short-lived in the end. it was not a real heart anyhow. can the anemo vision he recently acquired serve as his vital core replacement?

each time he came into possession of a fill-in for a heart, someone else had to suffer. merely this time, he actually felt you blessed him with a heart he could be endowed with without any anguish. he put his singular hand up to his chest and held it pressed. he was fond of his ephemeral heart. 

you slowly but surely grasp his fingers. the puppet joints over the years looked almost seamless. it evidently looked human-like. you cautiously brush your lips against his knuckles, meeting his violet-blue eyes. do they twinkle—was it mirroring the stirring water on second thought? 

promptly, the serene moment of yours is interfered. you turn your head to unfamiliar hushed tones and humming. there pop up a few heads of plant-like forest spirits. you notice wanderer is gifted to see them as well. 

aranaras are critters, only to be seen by trustworthy dreamers of pure and kind hearts. it is a mystery really—wanderer’s ability to spot them. is he, not a doll without a heart; can he be regarded as good-natured; is he to be trusted… he is not a child either (but acting like one every once in a while). 

thereafter, wanderer stretches his hand toward a bright blue-colored creature, holding a yellow poppy. flowers make aranaras remember their friends whenever they meet. besides, they gain power from memories. do the spirits of sumeru forests lay hold of dreadful recollections as well? wanderer is brimful of them. 

after a while, wanderer looks in your direction. he is deep in thought at the moment, pondering who exactly he is. he does understand the concept of being human pretty well, yet he does have uncertainties about whether he can call himself one, partially at least. he did give up trying to be human in the distant past, though, he had experienced pieces of being human underway—having emotions, enduring pain, having a heart of some form, a place to live, a region to serve, people he called family, and a name. 

truthfully, he had a myriad of names; words he was called by others. he never deemed them his names frankly. nonetheless, he loved himself as kabukimono—the dolly wandering eccentric, perceived as naive and peculiar. deep inside he knows he did not stray far from his roots, it was simply eclipsed by the wounds of his past. 

he did name himself kunikuzushi, the world-destroyer once. alongside was given titles of the balladeer and scaramouche. it should be mentioned that whilst no man on teyvat recalls it being him—he was formerly known as the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom; shouki no kami, the prodigal, too. 

attempting erasure of himself, including rectifying past events that his existence, and rage-driven deeds caused, wanderer reincarnated into someone as curious as the young kabukimono. he opted for calling himself a wanderer. was he an eccentric one this time on top of that? at the end of the day, it all comes full circle. 

at present, he does go by a freshly given name, restraining himself with a new psyche all while making an effort to atone for his sins. he accepted his birth, not to mention, the entirety of his past. 

he looks all around his own porcelain-like skin, currently dyed with multiple colors. it tugs at his heartstrings. he does glance at your body then, admiring the art, positioned in front—meaning you, not the mindless drawings of flowers’ pigments on your figure. 

hence, he finally feels like he has reached the promised divinity. only whenever he is with you.

If you told a genshin player back in 2020/2021 that this would one day be possible, they'd call you crazy.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ NSFW ALPHABET꒱ ˎˊ˗ balladeer

wanna find out what your loved one likes within the framework of.. not exactly childish topics ?

✧ warnings — MDNI !! smut , fem ! reader, a bit of demisexual scara ? choking kink, electric sex, light humiliation, ✧ incomplete alphabet !!! ✧ a/n —This work is somewhat of an experiment, I welcome your participation in its development. Write to my inbox and write what character you want next. "Сhar name" + "for nsfw-alphabet", and then your application will be considered when writing. ✧ minors do not interact. !!

AYZHA NYREE x NO GUIDANCE REMIX 

✧ A: aftercare(after sex)

The night enveloped the room like a heavy curtain, absorbing sounds and light, but still there was a quiet rustle of your breathing. He sat on the edge of the bed, a puppet deprived of its thread, but he felt the one that was stretched between the two of you stronger than ever. His gaze, full of madness and devotion, riveted his attention to the sleeping you, who seemed invulnerable, immersed in a world of dreams and tranquility. The corners of his lips lifted when the sight of you a couple of minutes ago crashed into his head, so cute, so vulnerable, loudly moaning his name with shamelessly spread legs..

He could not even imagine how lucky he was to have you. After all his betrayals, after everything he had been through, you could not just leave him, he would not allow it. No.. If you leave him like everyone else - the whole teyvat will go to hell!

✧ B: bodypart(favorite body part)

Your shoulders and eyes.

Puppet approaches from behind when she notices you, not doing anything particularly serious. No one is going to attack you, scare you. And then gentle touches and strokes remain on your shoulders, as if Scaramouche is trying to warm you up, rub you. He likes to touch these places, outline each protruding bone with his finger, note your tension, see how your body is covered in goosebumps from his touch.

He leans forward, studying your shoulders with his lips a couple of times. And then you turn your head in a mixture of false displeasure, wanting to look into his indigo eyes, but notice a strange light in his gaze.

Eyes. He loves eye contact. He can just stare into them for hours… Seriously, he will do so if you give him the opportunity. He loves the way they sparkle and light up when you're happy. He loves the way they fill with tears when you're sad. He loves the fear in your eyes, the love, the excitement, everything. He can perceive all of you as art, reverent before this sight.

✧ G: goofy (how he perceives it)

Serious and slightly embarrassed. But over time, this changes. At first, he is surprisingly reserved and even more embarrassed, blushing and awkwardly switching to certain topics. This does not mean that he will not take you, but at first he will be cold and distant, almost nothing will be said, too embarrassed to call you dirty nicknames or humiliate you.

And his thirst for touch is partly a need. You are warm. The feel of your skin is soothing. He will not say that it is partly unrelated to sex, but sometimes, without realizing it, he puts his head on your shoulder when you sit on his lap.

Scaramouche was created to serve. To be a bearer of gnosis.. There is no sense of sexual arousal in his body, but "attraction" manifests itself on an emotional, psychological level, he wants you, but he does not want to "fuck" you into unconsciousness pressing you into bed, and say dirty things in your ear. He wants you differently, he wants to know that you desire him as much as he desires you, and an effective way to find out is to succumb to human lust for you. Scaramouche needs to know that he is not alone in this.

He is in a strange state during your bustiness, he takes the initiative, then he can become rough in touching and very tactile, but if sex becomes a topic of conversation, when this does not happen, then he worries about it, especially if you yourself bring it up.

But if it is not you, then an absolute "no." He is one of those who experience external disgust at the slightest mention of vanilla and sexual things. Even a puppet feels sick when he sees the manifestation of romance and love, when he hears it from his other subordinates, and he tells them to shut up or get out of his sight. But when he sees other people's looks and attention to your person, he can't help but show you that you should love only him.

✧ K: kink

Slight humiliation (not public!) / Possession / Marks

Humiliation..

He will shame you with words, making you blush and get angry, but you can't do anything about it.

"Stupid girl! How can you not understand? Have you seen their shameless, vicious looks at you? H-hah, don't tell me that you like it, tell me, honey, do you like it when I please you here?"

"Surely a naughty girl like you needed it.."

He lightly strokes your protruding ribs with his finger.

"She must have missed my fingers.."

He slowly whispers to himself, lowering your underwear, not taking his eyes off your clouded eyes.

"Missed my lips"

He kisses your neck softly and passionately, leaving an electric trace on your skin.

"Missed all of me, huh?"

Your eyes widen..

Possession..

He has always owned and owns you simply by being near you, without the need to tie you up and tie you to a leash. He kisses you passionately, harshly, desperately.. Touches you so that you tremble and press yourself closer to him for another portion of kisses that he joyfully gives you. His cold hands caress you gently, contrasting with your flushed skin, and these hands, stained with the blood of many people, grab and squeeze you like a vice, owning you.

And you will enjoy these hands? Yes, you will.

Marks..

The method doesn't matter. Anything will do. This is discovered by accident, after he unintentionally leaves behind a few bruises and scratches from digging his fingers too hard into your thighs. After that, he looks down at where you lie and sees the crescents of his nails… and then bruises appear there. It probably shouldn't be arousing… But it does, and he feels it again, hard to watch.

Over time, he realizes that this applies to other things too. To any visual signs that indicate his ownership of you. Because of them, he feels a comforting, but selfish feeling.

✧ O: oral

when he found out about this matter, he considered it as shameful as it was embarrassing, but when during your intimacy, you slightly embarrassedly asked him to caress you below, he did not understand at first, arching an eyebrow, mockingly looking at you. But after your explanation, he embarrassedly cleared his throat into his fist, and with a sigh went down, took off his hat, which was in the way, placing it on the wooden nightstand, he slightly spread your legs, exposing the view of your wet folds to his gaze.

Listening to your impatient sighs and exhalations and watching your swaying hips, he quickly threw out all thoughts about how humiliating it was for him.. How could he refuse his cute little kitten?

He couldn't stop, the sight of you gasping from his caresses and trying to move away from his grip on your hips… Delightful! Delightful your taste on his tongue, caressing your clitoris with increasing experience and intensity, your eyes rolling up and your moans.. All this is delightful!..

"Do you like it, my dear? Do you want more?.."

✧ H: hair

He often strokes the top of your head, fiddling with strands of your hair, watching with strange pleasure how you fear that he might suddenly tug you or squeeze your hair sharply from behind.

He does.

Listening to your moans, he brings his other, unoccupied hand to your hair, squeezing it, burying himself deep, making you squeal. But he will not hurt you too much. Why would he do that?

✧ D:(dirty secret)

He found himself thinking how often, in fragile moments of loneliness, he had imagined his hands closing softly but firmly around your throat, filtering the flow of air and life that made you so vulnerable and attractive. There was something radiant and terrible in these fantasies - a writhing, attractive light, but also a darkness full of despair and obsession.

He sighed, and in that moment, his mind was filled with images: how you looked at him in bewilderment, how your shining eyes were full of confusion and fear, how you tried to free yourself… It was a sweetness he felt in every moment of youre togetherness wit hnim. He adored you not only for your innocence, but also for the strength he felt when he dreamed of you broken, dependent, and, in the end, his. Wasn't that true love? How he dreamed of getting you, making you his own, learning what it was like to own not only a body, but also a soul… Although he had already soiled your soul long ago.

"Scream for me, my Persephone. Show the world how much I please you"

✧ N: no(what he won't do)

He doesn't want to hurt you too much during his "impulses" of love and possession, because his main goal is to show his beloved how he can "love". But he can't help but deny how much he likes using electro, he likes to see you choke and twitch from the prickles of electricity on your skin.

A feeling of constant risk sits in you, because you understand the level of closeness with someone who throws lightning and can easily kill you with a couple of magical manifestations. Sometimes eye contact with light indigo eyes makes you shudder, and you can't do anything about it.

✧ Y: yearning(libido)

Low, 4.5/10 which is not surprising, knowing his nature. But his physical attraction flows out of mutual emotional commitment or a desire to show love to you.

ITS BAD ASF..

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