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HEEELP SHES SO PRETTYY AHHH!1!1 (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡

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.

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✧ 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!

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.

Do you guys think I should change the title of my yandere scaramouche fic? I think either “Annihilation” or “Your gentle madness” WHICH IS MOST SUITABLE.. or just “don’t hug me. I’m scared”

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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.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ YOUR GENTLE MADNESS꒱ ˎˊ˗ ballader/wanderer

pt I - pt II

Scaramouche loves you - incorrectly, abnormally. As if he were putting out cigarettes and licking burns, breaking your bones and knitting them in his own way..

✧ warnings — singer ! fem ! reader, dark content, stalking, dead (not reader ofc), unhealthy attitude, angst, psychological abuse n some yandere shit . ✧ a/n — I want to portray it not as psychopathological madness, but as selfishness and tenderness in one bottle and control of emotions over actions. On the victim's side, there is a heavy contradiction, doubts and Stockholm syndrome.

Enjoy and be careful reading!

Scaramouche is not one to sacrifice his time, running through the shadows of alleys and trying to be more attentive for the sake of a foolish mortal girl.

Someone inside him laughs sarcastically - a pathetic lie.

This is exactly what the harbinger does. At first, quietly, completely unnoticeably, he watches from afar, being carried away by the color of your eyes, or the shimmering ringing scattering of your voice. Scaramouche catches with his gaze the girl's half-smile, the sliding gait and the heap of unruly hair, braided into (your hairstyle)

You appear every shift in different corners of the island of Narukami and the main city, one way or another near the village of Konda, and for a long time you sing intricate tunes with a fairy-tale flair, while you are showered with mora

The balladeer finds it as pitiful as it is natural, because the ringing of the coins, their shimmer and shine when they are next to your slender legs, dressed in attractive stockings, all merge with your shining skin, your alluring eyes and interesting appearance, with an image worked out to the last detail.

A well-planned show. And one cannot help but notice how you, seemingly opening up to people, while your gaze is just as cold and far from participation, preserve your mystery.

Your little mortal soul sees him for the first time out of the corner of its eye and does not even attach any importance to it. He, leaning against the wall in a large hat and dark clothes, is erased from memory like a haze on the surface of the water. And Scaramouche can no longer deny himself the mischief and get to your hidden essence.

And more to come. He follows on your heels, finds you in all parts of Inazuma.

With each subsequent day, the harbinger appears more often. Now you can't just forget him, and now you allow yourself to watch him back, squinting invitingly as you shower everyone with your beautiful voice, moving to the music on stage. He smiles slyly back, a silvery glint in his gaze. You mistake it for curiosity.

Scaramouche is really trying to be gentle with you. As much as he can.

The lanterns are lit in Inazuma as you finish your song and, to the satisfied hum of the crowd, you gather your mora, disappearing between the houses and exiting the city onto the main path. His voice bounces off the expanses of Teyvat in a dull echo.

"Aren't you afraid of running into a wild kitsune at such a late hour?"

"What? Feel like keeping company?" - You immediately slyly respond to his mockery.

To all the sarcastic comments and stinging reproaches, you willingly echo him in the same way. Puppet laughs to himself: it is so funny that you perceive his words as a challenge.

Y/N…

Your name spills on his tongue like a viscous, bitter molasses.

And it is the only name in his entire life that he will carve into his memory until bloody scars.

Scaramouche is not one to place such a high value on mortals.

However, he understands that he is not so much captivated by your mischievous eyes or your melodious voice, as by all of you.

"I visited Ritou recently," you say casually.

Balladeer of course, knows.

You turn to him and slyly pull the corners of your lips.

Inside, Scaramouche trembles as the sun reflects off the chrysalite of your eyes and illuminates your face as brightly as you illuminate his darkness with a smile.

"I met a guy, he seems nice," he tilts his head in anticipation.

"Nice?" He looks falsely surprised.

"Do you really think so, sunshine?"

You shrug. - "His eyes are beautiful, like amber gold."

"It's stupid to play with fire," Scaramouche exhales into your neck, very close. "And don't even try to disappear, deciding to run away."

"I didn't plan to," you grin, but After a long look from Scaramouche, you add: "Okay, okay, I promise not to run away. Any more instructions?" You ask mockingly.

"Don't let yourself be shared with others."

You roll your eyes. You should take this more seriously, but you're too used to this kind of commanding tone from Scaramouche. You, stupid fox, perceive it as a game that tugs at the strings of your soul.

"And where do you even get the right to be jealous.."

Your feigned indifference and arrogance mix with bright flashes of sympathy and traces of embarrassment on your cheeks. You admit to yourself that you like him - not with a passionate hurricane feeling, on the contrary, routinely, but inevitably. This knowledge brings the harbinger to an exciting saturation.

He creeps up on all the bolts of your soul like a predator, and someone else's sincerity is a sweet poison. Help yourself, my dear demons in the dark. Demons willingly accept and ask for more, only everything suddenly falls out of their hands and bursting at the seams, seeing you with that worthless man. Again.

Wasn't he merciful to you?

Scaramouche takes his eyes, as if he were plucking ripe berries from a bush, and crushes them in his hands, melting this amber gold with his icy rage.

He wrings someone else's neck under the screams of the victim and your frightened look.

He is not one to forgive a mistake.

And despite this, puppet gently cups your face in his palms, leaving bloody streaks on your skin, and says irritably:

"I warned you, didn't I?" You look at him nervously and see nothing but blood stains and cruelty. You can't breathe in or out.

"Oh, so you can't say a word because you feel guilty?" Scaramouche adds caustically. His fingers slowly, almost lovingly stroke your cheeks, but you feel nothing. You yourself seem to be at the bottom, completely lost. You stop feeling your body and are left alone with a visual nightmare and a dry throat.

"I," you exhale with titanic efforts. "got it."

"I won't do it anymore.." You forcefully pull the words out of yourself as if with pliers.

"Ha-ha-ha!" His laughter, sincere, condescending, the kind that happens when a child does stupid things, thereby amusing you. You glance sideways and see behind Scaramouche, the lifeless body of a familiar guy. You feel nausea approaching.

"Don't act like an fool,little one, it doesn't suit you. We both know that I can't trust you anymore." You know, but you don't want to believe it. How could this happen? How could you cross paths with the wrong person. How could you — feel lovestick to him — how?!

Scaramouche brushes your hair away from your face, smearing blood across your skin and staining your hair, and peers into your face with his indigo eyes, which you used to look at so lovingly.

"Don't tell me you felt sick from the sight of blood and someone else's death," He sarcastically pulls and rolls his eyes. — "Forget about him and let's go, you look bad."

And he pulls you like an obedient doll. You are scared of what has fallen on you and chained you, but you are even more horrified by the familiar, harmless tone of the harbinger, as if everything is as before. He is just as kindly sarcastic and playful, and you — caustic and sharp-tongued. A stunning symbiosis.

Only the system was initially flawed - Scaramouche never tried to appear kind.

in the third part it will be… tough, it will be really tough.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR MY DEAR FOLLOWERS AND MOOTS, LOVE YOU ALL 💌🎄

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ NSFW ALPHABET ꒱ ˎˊ˗ wanderer

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

✧ warnings — MDNI !! , some kinks , demisexual wanderer, fem ! reader, mentions of breeding kink; ✧ 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. Сharacter name + "for nsfw-alphabet", and then your application will be considered when writing. ✧ minors do not interact. !!

✧ A: aftercare(after sex)

About sex, the wanderer is certainly enlightened, after all he is 500+ years old. For the wanderer, sex is an alien and strange, as he thought, activity for him. Despite his long life, the Wanderer never thought that he could allow himself something like sex - the prerogative of people. However, you opened the door to this mysterious world for him, leading him by the arm through all the corners of pleasure. And for him this is certainly valuable.

After all, he got attached. Again.

But when he, despite the fact that he is a puppet, hiding a slight shaking in his body from the sight of your pleasure, continues to bring you through overstimulation with his own fingers.

After he brought you beyond the edge of pleasure, he will silently lie with you, without touching, but no, he is not squeamish! in no case! the wanderer always lost himself in his thoughts, leaving reality for himself, but hearing how you slightly squeal and try to catch your breath, he will carefully cover your fragile, human body with a sheet wet with sweat, having kissed you on the forehead beforehand.

His cold hand gently rests on your chest, on the place where your heart beats so rapidly, he could not even imagine that people's hearts would beat for him in the rhythm of love and devotion. He himself did not notice how the corners of his lips gently lift and he leans down to leave a light kiss on your lips.

✧ B: bodypart (favorite body part)

Hands. He loves to hold on to them, to feel your warmth. If he is in high spirits, he will definitely kiss your wrists and knuckles, asking you to run your hand over his chest or torso. His hands themselves are cold, with puppet joints, with each touch you are literally shaking.

Another time, you wanted to grab onto something in fear, when the wanderer sharply increased the pace of caresses that he gave. His hand tenderly entwined yours, his fingers held your palm, and then your hands intertwined in a lock. You are struck by the contrast of body movements: with one hand they give you quick advances, with the other they hold you, with the pads of their fingers lightly stroking the back of your palm.

✧ C: cum(orgasm)

Your inner sense of justice can rarely be calmed down: of the two of you, you are the one who gets the release most often. Although you understand that he certainly doesn't need an orgasm.

Undoubtedly, the Wanderer loves your personal attention and loves to see your efforts (he will never say this), but he can often refuse the receiving position in favor of you and the time spent, and sometimes he simply stops you during the process, gently taking you away from his body, and says: "I've had enough for today," although you know perfectly well that you haven't reached the end.

When it comes to you, he always knows how and what to do with your body in order to hear your beloved voice again, trembling amidst slight insanity. The Wanderer was able to quickly find what he wanted and often tries to distract you from unnecessary work or study at the academy.

✧ D: dirty secret (secret sexual desire)

Surprisingly, he is not used to hiding anything, although it would seem that he is a man with many secrets. However, only his past is covered in a dark haze, when, in his own words, he lived in Inazuma. But in matters of sex, he rarely hides anything, more often he himself is curious about various embarrassing issues.

But he imagined what would have happened to you if you had appeared in his life with his "past" version of himself.. What would he do with you. This thought throws him into a slight fear. Believe it or not, he really feels fear, fear for you. He is afraid that someday, he will lose control.

But.. let's be honest, he sometimes imagined how his own hands would close around your fragile neck, slightly pressing and blocking access to the oxygen you desire.. But these are just his dark, secret fantasies (or are they?)

✧ E: experience (how much more experienced is he)

The wanderer is not experienced in sex, but in other things… He can give you advice or suddenly during your conversation he will say such a wise thing that you inadvertently think about it for a long time..

Of course, the wanderer is 500 years old and in his life he has seen and experienced different things. - "What was in the past will remain there" - you got this in a conversation about his former partners. He did not ask you, but you, purely out of politeness and mirroring his actions, did not ask him, although this topic is wildly interesting for you.

But he definitely knows how to touch your body to bring you to the peak of pleasure. And it seems to you that you are kind of "the first" but he had some mongrels before you..

✧ F: Favorite (favorite memory)

He always values ​​memories with you, because he knows that one day he will lose you. But his favorite memory to this day is a joint trip to the bookstore.

In addition to the actual publications in bindings and booklets, such places sell various kinds of stationery and all the writing items that can be imagined in your world. The Wanderer, of course, went there only because you went there. But he often needs paper, even more often - braided strings for letters, for the academy.

"Maybe while you.. look around here?" - he looks at you mysteriously, leaning his elbows on the counter, and turning over a sheet of some paper in his hands so that you do not see the contents. Some paper that the merchant gave him..

You nodded, obeying, and headed towards some shelves where there were books with "inverted" covers - inazuma novels that are read from right to left. Returning a little later to the wanderer with a couple of books in your hands, you, slowing down, stopped next to your lover, who was already waiting for you with an envelope in his hands.

"Hmm..," - the Wanderer hands you a blue letter with one hand. - This is for you. There is very beautiful sealing wax here and… I chose the best one. You let out an "oh!" and accepted the blue letter with a smile, tilting your head questioningly.

The merchant, who had gradually faded into the background, reappeared just when you took the letter in your hands. He explained with a smile:

"I forgot to tell you about the colors, and your lover has already paid for everything! Deep blue is used for love letters!"

You, embarrassed, opened the envelope and looked at the bluish particles of the frozen substance on the core of the letter. The Wanderer frowned, chuckling, covering his smile with his hat.

✧ G: Goofy: (how serious is he at this point)

He's more like… curious. He's happy (no) to agree to something new, he looks at your body and his body with a searching gaze, he doesn't always even treat sex as sex and not as a scientific examination. You sometimes joke about it with him in a light-hearted way, but he seems to be able to masterfully feign involvement, so you never figured out whether he's really enjoying it or just pretending.

His goal is to please you so that you'll leave him alone with this question for at least a couple of days. So at first glance, it may seem like the Wanderer has light-hearted intentions.

But I'd be lying if I said he doesn't like to use slightly rude remarks about your condition - flushed cheeks, lips swollen from kisses and a trembling body.. Ohhh! In such moments the wanderer looks so hot, I'm not afraid to say so..

✧ H: hair

He loves. He takes care of your hair, fingering the strands between his fingers when you both, barely covered, lie in the darkness of the bedroom. He never allowed himself rudeness in the form of pulling them or other experiments.

He constantly frowns and growls amusingly when you pull his indigo hair away from you or squeeze in fits of "love" during intercourse.

✧ I: intimacy

Oh, he's clearly not a romantic. But he'll gladly follow you when you suggest that he sit by the river or walk in the Avidya forest after your work at the academy. The Wanderer is very careful about his time and is ready to give it only to the chosen ones; therefore, if you ever ask yourself whether you are needed or close, remember how much activity boils in him when your figure appears on the horizon.

Oh, Wanderer.. What a man you are!

When you do not see, he will pick you a bouquet of flowers or bring you food when you are at the academy.. His woman cannot starve like this and be without attention..! Well, isn't caring a form of romance..?

.. But somehow we have moved away from the topic of sex, right? The Wanderer himself says that he is not a fan of romance, but at this very moment he behaves like the last suitor in the world. You know how he loves to kiss and passionately bite your neck, not caring at all how excited you are below, how he passionately kisses you in a fit of "love" and presses you to himself, being inside you.

He loves to kiss you, loves your lips - He really likes to cling to them as close as possible, bite, lick.. Long and deep, soaked in a hilarious and passionate feeling kisses, he leaves for the evening..

✧ J - Jerk off (Masturbation).

.. No, just no. That's all.

✧ K: kink(kink)

Although the wanderer very rarely hinted at lustful games, but in conversation, already seeing the embarrassed face next to him, the former harbinger will barely lower his voice, stroking your cheek with his finger, and will continue to say things of a slightly intimate nature, as if it does not embarrass him at all..

Roughly speaking, this is called a kink for embarrassment.

When the Wanderer, seemingly not going to kiss or lie down on you, hangs near your face, lowering his gaze to your collarbones. You listen to his usual slightly hoarse voice - his voice becomes like this when you speak quietly - You can't go anywhere and … The request to look him in the eyes is not fulfilled the first time. He shamed you, and he himself is trying to show his confidence, even when the meaning of what was said is very, very vulgar. He raised his bluish-indigo eyes to you and asked in an ingratiating voice.

"Why are you so blushing, my Persephone, hm?" - after his addresses you blush even more, you want to hide. Everything inside you turns over several times, and in the lower part of your stomach it becomes heavy. You roll your eyes, trying not to look and not to show your reactions, but this only makes the wanderer laugh, giving new ideas for your closeness.

You never get embarrassed, you say?

✧ L: location(place)

He loves those places where you can "a lot and for a long time", therefore, of course, he considers your home - the bedroom - to be a winning option. But, considering how he hates human vanity and places with a lot of people (because you live in the city of Sumeru) still seem to be the best option for enjoying… you, this is the Avidya Forest, a beautiful and aesthetic place.

M: motivation(what excites)

Call her by name more often. Only you can. Drop these little words-challenges, so that the former harbinger turns to you. You know the translation of his wonderful name, right?

Perhaps, when you call him, using not always standard intonations, he feels some interest in his person. A special need that he has long tried to find in people.

Kabukimono. Ka-bu-ki-mo-no..

After all the betrayals he experienced, he never got close to anyone, for everyone he was always a stranger and a monster who knew no mercy. He never felt love for people, just as they did not feel it for him. Until you appeared in his life. He loves to hear you whisper his name, say that he is the best, responsive, wonderful..

He also gets a little embarrassed when you kiss that very electro sign on his neck and hug him around the waist.. For him, this is a slightly intimate place, no, I'm serious.

✧ N: no(what he won't do)

There was always DUB-CON in your sex with him. Wanderer seems to take you under his wing and plays with you like an animal. But still, he will never do what you don't want. o he will stop when you directly ask him to. Even if he starts something, he will also always be ready to stop. Still, sex is not necessary for him, and he tries exclusively for you.

A simple "no" is always enough.

✧ O: oral(oral sex)

He knows perfectly well how sensitive and tired your body can be, the wanderer can go down, grab you by the hips with his hands and, slightly lifting them to bend your legs, will begin to leave kisses on your tender skin. He considers you very tender, just a tender person, but with such practice he melts from the permissiveness that you give, and without stopping he whispers: "mhh.my beloved girl..so fragile..so tender.."

(give me this man. now. I demand!!)

✧ P: pose(favorite pose)

Pose, any of those that allow you to maintain eye contact. This is a rather significant condition for him, because if intimacy - then you need to enjoy everything at once. Your beautiful eyes too; he loves to look at them even in a non-intimate setting, just putting you in front of him and lying on top.

After the incident when you heard his cold, commanding tone in the middle of the process..

"Look at me Y/N , or else I'll stop. " - You completely forgot all questions about why this is so. You look at him. He looks at you. You watch the wanderer squinting his eyes until the smallest movements, visually gazing into your slight fright from his rarely emerging, so openly dominant attitude towards you.. Oh oh, it seems the Wet effect has happened!

✧ Q: quickie (quickie)

yes and no.

If you remember that he doesn't need sex, and he does all this only for you, you can understand why he wants to finish with all this as soon as possible. But damn him! How he loves all this foreplay, even though he said "I don't need all these ceremonies".

So.. He prefers long foreplay - quick orgasm.

✧ R: risk (experiments)

no. I mentioned it above. The Wanderer is not one to risk his reputation just because he gave in to the embrace of debauchery. But he is always willing to use vision with you during the process, just a little bit! And after that, when you almost burned down your house… You stopped using vision often.

✧ S: stamina (how resilient is he)

He is a puppet created by the Archon to serve and wear gnosis. He does not need food, water, sleep or rest. He can continue to fuck your body for hours without shedding a drop of sweat. But why does he need that? He leaves you immediately after the first round. Perhaps, if you ask him nicely, he will give you another orgasm.

✧ T: Toys(How does he feel about toys?)

He does not understand at all why they are needed when there are… (okay, okay, I'm kidding). And I'm not sure that there is such a thing in Teyvat.. He does not like and does not want to add more debauchery to this process, as he previously considered it, because he looks at your naked body not so much with lust in his gaze, but with tenderness and admiration.

✧ U: unfair(teasing)

Yes! but this happens rarely, usually he is gloomy, serious and attentive to your body.

But still.. He likes to tease you sexually, already directly in the process. This is either prematurely touching particularly sensitive places, provoking a violent reaction, or delaying the moment so that first your malicious comments come into play, and then your sweet pleas caressing his ears and more.

✧ V: voice&volume(voice and volume)

You know, at first he will mockingly jerk off your groans, looking at you while he fucks you with his own fingers, but he himself will not notice how carried away he is and will moan with you in the rhythm of his thrusts, bringing you both to the edge of pleasure.

You've often heard how he sometimes sighs to his thoughts and makes a frak when he likes something..But how does he sound when he's pressed tightly against you? It's like music! You won't believe it, but it's true.

But you can't call him loud, he's just playing around. He likes to hear your melodic, beautiful responses, like gratitude for his work. He can't help but smirk every time he hears these frank, beautiful moans from you, and often overdoes it with his caresses to hear these beautiful sounds even more..

✧ X: x-ray (under clothes)

Under clothes, a magnificent body.

That's exactly what you told him the first time you saw him completely naked. A thin puppet body.. with various interesting inserts and doll joints.

Despite his quite good self-esteem, he still has a slight lack of self-confidence.. Here it manifests itself in his chuckle when you compliment him; he will be a little embarrassed, will not show it and will begin to divert the topic. A moment of weakness that he can allow himself only with you.

✧ Y: yearning (libido)

4/10. Lower than yours, so there is no doubt. He clearly may have a need for your affection and care, but hardly for sex. He perceives sex as a way to express tenderness that tve can't express in words. And he puts pleasure in second place. Every time he inhales irritably and scoffs when you ask him to "give you time" he says how all these human aspects and desire are slightly incomprehensible to him (were), but every time he still gets lost in the throes of passion with you.

✧ Z: zzz(sleep)

well..um..He doesn't need sleep. So, he just waits, waits for you to fall asleep before getting himself in order.

the list of characters will be updated

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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?