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Akademiya Dottore x reader where it's both their first time? :^3

YES. MORE DOTTIE WHOOPEE

dottore x reader — uncharted territories

pairing: dottore x reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: nsfw! 18+ content! minors dni

word count: 1.3k

zandik had never been particularly interested in relationships or physical intimacy. his focus was always on his research and his goals at the akademiya, and those things had been enough for him. but there was something about you, something that made him want to break from his usual detached, emotionless demeanor. despite his lack of experience, he found himself wanting to be close to you in a way he didn't quite understand.

it was strange— he could usually predict everything with mathematical precision, but not with you. you were a puzzle, one that he wanted to solve. when you first made your intentions clear, he didn't quite know how to react. he'd read about these things, of course, but theory was nothing compared to the reality of your presence, your eyes locked on his with a mix of desire and curiosity.

the first time he touched you, it felt... foreign. his fingertips brushed against your skin tentatively, unsure of what to do. but when you leaned into him, giving him a gentle, encouraging smile, everything seemed to click into place. he kissed you then, but it wasn't like any kiss he'd imagined. it was messy, unrefined, and it sent something deep within him stirring.

you were inexperienced as well. your eagerness was evident, and yet, he could sense the flicker of hesitation in you too. maybe it was because he wasn't as forthcoming with his emotions as some would expect. maybe it was because you knew he was also new to this, but that only made you more patient with him.

"i don’t know what i’m doing either, but…" you murmured against his lips. "we'll take it slow."

he nodded, though his chest tightened at the thought of what was to come. as much as he tried to focus on the research and the theories in his head, he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to you. when you stripped him down, your hands moving over his chest and down to his waist, zandik felt a pulse of something deep inside him. he wasn't just that emotionless akademiya student anymore, not letting a single person into his heart.

his hands gripped the sheets beneath you, his heart hammering as your touch became more insistent. he had to admit, he was excited, though the unfamiliar sensation left him tense, uncertain of what to do next.

but you were patient with him. you kissed him slowly, your hands roaming over his body as if to reassure him. zandik's mind raced. everything about this was so foreign, and yet... it was what he'd been missing.

"just relax," you whispered against his ear, your voice like a soothing balm to his nerves.

he nodded, attempting to quiet his thoughts. but it was difficult. everything was new to him. you were new to him.

he could feel his pulse quickening as your hands wandered lower, exploring his body with a level of familiarity he wasn't used to. he was used to controlling things, to being the one who had all the answers. but now, as your hand slipped between his legs, he was forced to confront something he hadn't anticipated— he was just as unprepared as he felt.

"it's okay," you murmured, your voice soft but filled with reassurance as your fingers gently brushed over him. "we're doing this together."

he almost couldn't comprehend how easy it felt with you. he wasn't used to being cared for like this, wasn't used to someone taking the lead and making him feel like this was a mutual experience, not something he had to analyze and dissect.

you leaned back, your eyes dark with desire, and there was no mistaking the way your body shifted, preparing for what was about to happen. zandik felt his throat tighten, his eyes falling to where you were positioned just above him, and for a brief, stunned moment, he realized how gorgeous you looked on top of him.

your gaze flicked to his, and the intensity in your eyes made his heart race. "ready?" you asked softly, the uncertainty in your voice barely masked.

he could only nod, his lips parted as he gazed at you. he could feel the heat building between you, the tension thick and undeniable. it wasn't like any of the books or articles he'd read about. no, this was something far more visceral, something he couldn't dissect or understand.

when you finally sank down onto him, zandik gasped, his body jerking slightly in surprise. his hands gripped the sheets harder, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

"oh... archons…" he whispered, voice hoarse.

you were tight, impossibly so, and zandik could feel every inch of your body wrapping around him. he had heard from other much vulgar scholars about how it feels, but nothing could have prepared him for this. it was overwhelming, and he had to pause, his body frozen as he adjusted to the sensation of being inside you.

"breathe," you whispered, your voice low and calming. "take your time."

he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady himself. you were so warm, so soft around him, and his body was responding, despite his attempts to remain composed. he felt a strange tension building inside him, a pressure that he couldn't quite control.

when you began to move, slowly at first, zandik gasped again, his hands shaking as they rested on your hips. his grip tightened as you slid up and down, and he felt himself lose control with every movement. he wasn't prepared for how easily his body reacted to yours, but he couldn't stop himself.

the tension inside him grew unbearable, and he could feel himself throb as the pressure inside him intensified. he tried to steady himself, tried to remain logical, but all of his previous thoughts had been swept away in the heat of the moment. the sensation of you tightening around him was maddening, and he couldn't think of anything but the way you felt, the way your body moved against his.

he could feel the knot in his stomach tightening, the overwhelming sensation threatening to take over him. "i... i don't...," he muttered, but before he could finish his thought, the pressure inside him snapped.

with a choked gasp, zandik came, his whole body tensing as the orgasm hit him. but even in the midst of his release, he didn't stop. he felt the wetness of his release mixing with the heat of your body, and he was so lost in the feeling, he barely registered that he had cum inside you.

you kept riding him, savoring the feeling of him, chasing the same high he had found— and not long after, you too had finished.

you both collapsed onto each other, the room full of soft pants and sighs. as his body trembled in the aftermath, he gasped for breath, feeling disoriented, confused, and yet... strangely satisfied.

"that was perfect," you whispered, your voice soft as you rested your head on his chest.

he didn't reply at first. he was still trying to make sense of everything that had just happened, still processing the overwhelming sensations that had flooded his mind. but eventually, he looked down at you, his lips curling up into the slightest of smiles.

"we'll... need to try again," he muttered, voice low, and filled with something like determination. he didn't know what to expect next, but he knew that whatever it was, it would be worth exploring with you.

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HIII I LOVE YOUR LAST DOTTIE FIC. can i pls. request. akademiya zandik smut? he’s a huge loser.. like… huge nerd, he doesn’t talk to anyone, has never felt the touch of a woman…. soooooo when he gets a massive crush, his feelings for them are so intense, poor baby doesn’t know what to do the first time he gets a big ol boner thinking about her :( and so he experiments… rubs one out to the thought of her… and has like a whole epiphany

thank uuu!!

YAYAYA I LUV THIS REQUEST!! akademiya zandik rots my brain ughghghgh he’s such a loser i love him

i luv how this is turning into a zandik blog LOLS

dottore x reader — an unexpected discovery

pairing: dottore x reader

genre: smut

warnings: nsfw! 18+ content! minors dni

word count: ~1.4k

zandik had never been one for distractions.

his life revolved around progress— an endless pursuit of knowledge that left no room for frivolous indulgences. while others at the akademiya wasted time socializing, he remained fixated on his research, on theories and experiments that would one day revolutionize the world.

but lately, something had disrupted his focus.

you.

it had started subtly. a lingering glance when you passed him in the halls, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest when you sat beside him in lectures, an annoying awareness of your presence even when he was supposed to be concentrating on something else.

at first, he dismissed it. It was nothing. a mere anomaly, one that would pass with time.

except it didn't.

he had never spoken much to his peers— most either feared him or ridiculed him— and he didn’t really like any of them anyways. but you were different. you weren't afraid of him, nor did you mock his work.

instead, you seemed genuinely intrigued by his research, asking questions, challenging his theories, engaging him in discussions that left his mind buzzing long after you had walked away.

and then, the worst of it happened.

the first time he had felt it, he had been in his dorm, seated at his desk, deep into his notes on biomodification. it had been a long night, his only company the soft flicker of candlelight and the sound of his pen scratching against parchment.

but his thoughts had drifted.

to you.

your voice echoed in his mind, that smooth, inquisitive tone that always sent a strange shiver down his spine. he imagined the way you leaned in when listening intently, the way your lips curled into that sweet smile when you praised his work, the warmth of your breath when you spoke too close-

his grip on his pen tightened.

a sudden heat coiled in his gut, unfamiliar yet insistent. his body tensed, and before he even realized what was happening, he was painfully, achingly hard.

he inhaled sharply, his hand tightening further around his pen— until it snapped in half.

strings of curses escaped his mouth, grumbling and rising to his feet to fetch a towel.

what the hell?

he knew what this was. he was a scientist, not an imbecile. but this— this sudden, overwhelming reaction— was unlike anything he had experienced before. it wasn't just arousal; it was something deeper, something all-consuming.

his pulse pounded in his ears. a logical man would ignore it. suppress it. focus on something else.

as he ran his hands under the cold water of the sink, wiping the ink off with a soft towel, he tried his best to ignore the throbbing of his hardness.

but the pressure was unbearable.

he returned to his desk with a defeated sigh, groaning in frustration as he sank into his seat.

he exhaled shakily, his grip tightening against the edge of his desk. every rational thought told him to stop, to push these intrusive emotions away before they became something dangerous.

yet, as his mind conjured the image of you— your fingers brushing against his as you passed him a book, your gaze lingering just a second too long, the ghost of your touch against his wrist— his restraint snapped.

before he could second-guess himself, his hand moved, hesitant at first, then firmer, more certain. the moment he made contact, a sharp gasp tore from his throat, his entire body jerking at the sensation.

archons.

a shudder ran down his spine, his breath unsteady as he let his mind wander further.

he imagined your touch instead of his own, your lips grazing his jaw, whispering his name in that soft, knowing tone. would you tease him? would you smile that infuriating, enchanting smile as he unraveled beneath you?

he felt trapped in his own boxers, an ache forming the longer he was so unbelievably hard.

his hands shook and fumbled with his boxers, slowly slipping them down, and letting his deliciously hard cock free,

he swallowed hard, his fingers wrapping around himself, then tightening, his movements becoming more desperate.

the pleasure was overwhelming. he had always believed himself above such primal urges, but this was more than simple need. it was you.

and you were intoxicating.

his breathing turned ragged, his stomach tightening as he chased that unbearable high. his thoughts spiraled, lost in fantasy, in the imagined feel of your warmth, your softness, the way he might gasp if you touched him here—

your name slipped from his lips.

the realization sent a jolt through him, but it was too late. the pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, the pleasure overwhelming him as his body tensed and his mind went blank. he had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming, as he came for the first time, his body shaking uncontrollably.

for several moments, he was utterly still.

the only sounds in the room were his own harsh breaths, the erratic thump of his heartbeat against his ribs. his body trembled slightly, oversensitive and spent, but his mind was reeling.

he had never experienced anything like that.

and worse— far worse— was the fact that it hadn't been just a physical reaction.

it had been you.

slowly, he forced himself to fully sit up, running a shaky hand through his disheveled blue hair.

his skin was still warm, his pulse gradually settling, but the weight in his chest only grew heavier.

this was a problem.

an obsession, even.

his mind, usually so sharp and disciplined, had betrayed him in the most humiliating way possible. all because of you— your voice, your laugh, your presence that lingered in his thoughts long after you were gone.

he scowled at the realization.

he needed to get this under control.

because if just thinking of you could reduce him to this, he could only imagine what more of you would do to him.

and that was a dangerous thought indeed.

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already changed my page layout LOLZ i love dottore

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New Follower~!

Welcome 🤗

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May I request

Albedo in NSFW Alphabet?

YIPEE thank you for the follow!! i appreciate it very very much <3

albedo nsfw alphabet

pairing: albedo x reader

genre: smut, headcanons

warnings: nsfw! 18+!! minors dni

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

albedo is VERY meticulous when it comes to aftercare, treating it like an essential part of the experience. he ensures his sweetheart is comfortable, cleans you up with gentle hands, and quietly observes your reactions to make sure you’re okay. if you’re worn out, he'll pull you into his arms and run his fingers through your hair as you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself, he values his hands— they are precise, capable of both destruction and creation, and he enjoys using them to make his partner come undone. on his lover, he's particularly fond of your neck and collarbones, often tracing them absentmindedly, fascinated by how your body reacts to his touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he enjoys seeing the aftermath of his efforts— it's like proof of a successful experiment. but he’s also a very clean and precise man. when he cums, it’s usually kept on your stomach, back, or simply onto a towel. he wouldn’t dare cum inside his partner— he feels it’s too dirty. especially if you’re a woman— children aren’t a commitment he’s willing to make.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

despite his usual composed demeanor, albedo has a deeply curious nature, which extends to intimacy. he’s considered sketching you in moments of vulnerability— purely for scientific purposes, of course. the idea of capturing your raw emotions and reactions on paper is an irresistible temptation. additionally, due to him being a scientist and all… he’s open to trying a lot of new things out.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

albedo is incredibly intelligent and a very fast learner, meaning even if he wasn't highly experienced at first, he quickly becomes proficient. he approaches intimacy much like an experiment— observing, analyzing, and adapting until he knows exactly how to unravel you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he enjoys positions where he can maintain eye contact and study every little reaction— whether it's you beneath him in missionary, or in his lap riding him, he’s all for it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

albedo tends to be more serious, but not in a harsh way— rather, he's focused and thoughtful. however, he does have a dry sense of humor, and occasionally, he'll make a quiet, teasing remark just to see your reaction.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

neat and well-groomed, much like the rest of him. he tends to keep it trimmed and clean to the best of his abilities, though if he’s up in dragonspine, completely engrossed in an experiment for a period of time, shaving might slip his mind.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he may not be the most openly affectionate person, but when it comes to intimacy, his touch is incredibly tender. albedo sees intimacy as an almost sacred form of connection— one that goes far beyond words. he memorizes every detail, every sound, every shiver, as if trying to preserve the moment forever.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

albedo doesn't prioritize his own needs often, as he's almost always engrossed in his research. however, when his mind does wander to you, he indulges occasionally, almost experimentally, using it as a way to process his feelings.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

control and precision— albedo enjoys knowing exactly how to push you to your limits, whether through teasing or experimentation. he also has a bit of a praise kink; hearing you admire his skills or beg for more stirs something deep within him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his research lab is sacred to him, so he wouldn't compromise it for something indecent. he prefers to keep things private in the quiet intimacy of one of your bedrooms. however, the idea of doing something risky in dragonspine, where the cold air contrasts with the heat between you, is something he's quietly entertained.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

intimacy for albedo is deeply tied to connection and intrigue. seeing you flustered, hearing you say his name in a way you wouldn't in public, or even just having you cling to him after a long day is enough to spark something in him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that puts you in discomfort or pain. he may be an experimenter, but he values your well-being above all else. if he senses even a hint of distress, he will stop immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

a perfectionist by nature, albedo ensures that every aspect of intimacy is executed with skill and precision. he is patient, meticulous, and completely focused on your reactions, treating it as both an art and a science. he prefers giving over receiving, mostly because he always puts your needs before his. and besides— your pleasure is his pleasure. he’s definitely came untouched at least once just from going down on his sweetheart.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

albedo adjusts based on the situation— slow, sensual and calculated when he wants to prolong the moment, and faster and more intense when his patience wears thin. either, he's incredibly controlled, ensuring that every movement is intentional.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies don't appeal to him as much— he prefers to take his time and explore every reaction. however, if circumstances demand it (such as in a rare moment of stolen privacy), he will make it efficient and effective.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

albedo is methodical and thoughtful, meaning he won't take unnecessary risks. however, if you propose something new, he will consider it like an experiment— analyzing the risks and rewards before deciding if he wants to proceed.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

his endurance is impressive— probably a side effect of his artificial nature. While he's not one to rush, he has the ability to go multiple rounds if the situation calls for it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

albedo doesn't rely on them, but if introduced, he would be intrigued rather than intimidated. he’d see them as tools for enhancing the experience, and if you let him, he'd take great pleasure in testing their effects on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

albedo can be VERY unfair, even without trying. his patience extends to teasing— drawing things out, keeping you on edge until you're practically begging. he finds pleasure in your reactions, in seeing how much you can handle before you break.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

soft-spoken even in intimacy. albedo isn't particularly loud, but he does let out the occasional breathy sigh or low hum. his words, however, are what truly get to you— low, whispered praises that leave you shivering.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

when deeply immersed in his research, albedo has a habit of talking to himself. that extends to intimacy as well. sometimes he murmurs absent observations, almost as if he's studying your reactions in real-time. it can be both endearing and incredibly flustering.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

albedo’s probably 6 1/2 inches, 7 if he’s really turned on. he’s the perfect size, not big enough to hurt (unless he’s going really hard), but just right to where he rubs you in all the right places. he’s also probably got one of the prettiest dicks.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he isn't one to be driven solely by desire, but when it comes to you, his self-control is occasionally tested. his need for intimacy isn't just physical— it's about the quiet, unspoken connection between you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

albedo doesn't sleep easily, as his mind is always racing with new theories and experiments. however, if he's truly worn out, he finds comfort in having you close— your warmth lulling him into rare, peaceful rest.

[staarriezz]

hello :D

i have a request for a dottore x reader fluff/angst, i hope the idea sounds interesting 😅

what if the reader suddenly finds dottore in a horrible mood, except he’s not angry or anything, just really down :(

and the reader tries their best to comfort him but he just won’t verbally respond to them until the reader says something that really hits his heart, then he actually starts opening up 💜

i really like this concept bc there’s not enough people who write abt dottore being upset or sad, maybe bc it conflicts with his character a lot but i feel like he has so much emotional baggage throughout the years. it has to catch up to him eventually 😥

thank you 🫶

HAII FIRST REQUESTS EVER! yes of course i can give you some dottie angst… i lov him so much

dottore x reader — cracks in the mask

pairing: dottore x reader

genre: fluff/angst

warnings: none

word count: ~1.2k

the laboratory was unnervingly quiet that evening.

typically, there was always something to fill the silence— the hum of his machinery, the scratch of a pen, any of the clones babbling on about their experiments. however today, the near silence was suffocating.

at the center of it was dottore.

you found him at his desk, unmoving, hunched forward with one gloved hand resting against his temple. his bird-like mask sat to the side, revealing his sharp features, usually so animated with concentration or delight, now replaced with something disturbingly close to exhaustion.

that alone was enough to make your stomach twist.

“dottore?” you approached carefully, unsure of what state he was in. he was an unpredictable man— one wrong move could easily cause him to have an outburst. “i brought you something to eat. you haven’t left your lab all day.”

silence.

you stepped closer, setting a plate of fatteh down on the desk beside a stack of notes. he didn’t even glance at it. his sharp crimson eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the paper before him, though it was clear he wasn’t really seeing it— he was looking past it.

that was when you noticed how tense he was—his fingers curled slightly as if suppressing a twitch, his breaths slow but shallow.

something was wrong.

“…did something happen?” you asked softly.

still, no response.

your concern deepened. dottore was never quiet. he always had something to say, whether it was mocking, taunting, or spiraling into a monologue about his latest discoveries or newfound interest. but now, he seemed to be locked in some internal battle, his usual arrogance stripped away.

you reached out, hesitating for only a moment before placing your hand over his gloved one. “zandik,” you said softly, calling him by his real name— the name he let only you use.

that finally got a reaction, though it was slight. his fingers just barely twitched beneath yours, but he still didn’t look at you.

you swallowed. “please… please talk to me.”

not a word.

worry twisted into frustration. you had seen dottore in many different states— enraged, ecstatic, amused, even mildly— mildly tender. but this was different. this didn’t just seem like the aftermath of an experiment failure, or a setback in his research. this was heaviness. a weight pressing him down, pushing him into something that even his fiery ambition couldn’t pull him out of.

and you didn’t know how to fix it.

“i hate seeing you like this,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i know you don’t like talking about things that bother you. i know you think it’s weak or useless. but you’re human, zandik. no matter how much you pretend you aren’t. you’re not one of your machines,”

a flicker of something subtle crossed his face.

more desperate for anything, you continued. “you carry so much. too much. and i know you— if something is weighing on you this badly, it’s not just some minor inconvenience. so please, just—” you exhaled shakily, trying to calm yourself. “just let me in.”

for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer.

then, finally, quietly— so quietly you almost missed it— he spoke.

“…do you ever wonder,” he started, his voice hardly above a mumble, “if everything you’ve done has been worth it?”

the question caught you off guard.

your fingers tightened slightly around his, his words making your heart ache. “what do you mean?”

he took a slow breath, his hand shifted beneath yours, but didn’t pull away. “i have spent my entire life pursuing knowledge. progress. evolution. a way to enhance the human race. i have been chased out of my home town, and expelled from the akademiya. i have torn apart the weak, the feeble-minded, and discarded the useless in the name of something greater. my vision of the future.” His voice remained eerily calm, but there was something brittle beneath it.

his gaze finally lifted to meet yours. “…but does any of it matter?”

you sucked in a breath.

dottore was not a man who dealt with regrets. he prided himself on his ambition, his dedication, his refusal to be weighed down by something as trivial as morality. but there was something deeply, achingly tired in his eyes now— an exhaustion that went beyond sleepless nights and endless research.

this was the weight of years. of choices made and paths walked that could never be undone.

your heart ached for him, your stomach twisting.

“you’ve given up so much,” you said carefully, “but that doesn’t mean it was all for nothing.”

he let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “hasn’t it?”

“no.” You squeezed his hand. “because if it were, you wouldn’t be questioning it now.”

that seemed to strike something in him. his lips parted slightly, as if to argue, but no words came. he simply looked at you, unguarded, disturbed in a way he rarely allowed himself to be.

you continued, voice gentler now. “you always act like you don’t care. as if the past doesn’t affect you. but you do care, zandik. maybe not in the way others do, but you wouldn’t be asking this if you didn’t.”

his fingers curled around yours, grip tightening ever so slightly.

the silence stretched between you, but this time, it wasn’t cold or distant. It was understanding.

“…you are a curious creature,” he finally muttered, shaking his head. “always saying things that even i cannot refute.”

you smiled faintly. “because i know you better than you’d like to admit.”

his hard gaze softened just a fraction. then, to your quiet relief, he exhaled— long and slow, as if finally releasing some of the weight crushing his chest.

“…stay,” he murmured. it wasn’t as harsh as a command, nor was it his usual smug expectation that you would obey him without question. it was something much quieter. much more vulnerable.

a request.

you lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “always.”

and for the first time that night, dottore let himself relax.

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intro post! 💉⸝⸝ ꒱꒱

haiii my name is star! :3 i ammmm 19, a mortuary science major, and also a funeral home associate! i luv luv luv to write, buttttt i only write genshin ficssss…

what i won’t write:

nsfw with underage characters

incest

character x character (unless it’s a ship i really like….. sorry idk i’m not good at it..)

polyamory (again nothing against it, just not good at writing it :<)

necrophilia, pedophilia, zoophilia

anything to do with scat, vomit, piss, or major pain/wounds being inflicted (ex. cutting, stabbing, ESPECIALLY breaking of bones. big no no.)

what i will write:

nsfw

sfw

fluff, angst, whatever

character x reader

scenarios/oneshots, nsfw alphabet, those kinds of things

basically anything i DIDN’T mention

who i will write for:

i’m open to write for any genshin character, playable or not! including all the fatui. I LOOOOVE writing for dottore, wriothesley, and capitano the most…. so i’ll prolly prioritize those requests :3

soooo yah! keep in mind i have a life, i’m a college student, i work, and i’m involved in a lot of activities. so be nice about how long it takes me to write fics!! SEND ME REQUESTS PLS!

tw under the cut

i AM willing to write SOME noncon/dubcon scenarios…. it is a coping mechanism! be kind and keep in mind that everyone has their own ways of coping!! :3