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[luckypinkunicorn]

Welcome, dear reader.

I'm just a humble Fanfic writer, and my dear readers from this platform will have the pleasure to read more explicit content that I do not write on Wattpad because of my shyness. Have a lovely day! Of course, no need to mention that no minor should interact with any of my posts.

Fandoms:

Genshin Impact

The freak circus

Btw if you see any mistakes in my writing just know English is not my first language and I have no respect for the language.

Link to wattpad

[luckypinkunicorn]

Zandik headcanons!

How was Zandik as a lover during his Akademiya days?

Content: Fluff, jealousy, established relationship, love making? Fem reader.

Despite being incredible controlling and with less patience, he would always take care of mundane things, such as: doing the laundry, cooking, cleaning. Often letting his lover rest while he takes care of everything.

Loves to talk about his research and new inventions, talking for hours non-stop, but will get pissed off when you ask him about anything if he doesn't bring it first. Very contradicting.

When his partner gets sick, he refuses to let anyone else check on them, taking care of everything with his huge knowledge on medical herbs and treatments, followed by muttered scolding and half bothered complaints. "You should have listened to me when I said cutting the moldy part doesn't make something edible."

Dislikes cuddling before sleep but craves closeness before waking up completely, arms wrapping around you and holding you close.

Very attractive young man, and knows it, as a matter of fact. Yet instead of using that at his advantage when given the chance, he often replies to every person the same: "Unfortunately for you I have a very possessive partner, and believe it or not, I'm actually a married man." Not giving them the chance to flirt.

Out of all the stages in his life, he was the most romantic and the most reckless during this time, making out sessions in the library halls, small walks around Sumeru City that ended on him spending some of his savings (which for a student, isn't a big amount of money) and buying goods for her, from seasonings and spices to notebooks and pencils.

Zandik refuses to take her in any degrading way, refusing to do it in a position where he isn't able to stare at her expressions. "I'm not an animal, neither you a rag doll. Let me see your face."

Always decides what is best for you, and when you complain about it he will always say: "I'm just practicing how to be a father if that possibility happens." How can you possible reply to that?

He does not only want to be the best, he wants YOU to be at the same level, he will help until dawn in every research or experiment you are working on, perfection should be with perfection.

To my dear wife, Y/n. The first page of his most important thesis at that time. You weren't his wife yet.

[luckypinkunicorn]

My Obsession~ Dottore x Fem! Reader

(Part 4)

Warning: emotional dependency, manipulation, jealousy, unhealthy attachment, explicit sexual themes, morally gray characters, coercion, obsessive behaviors, emotional dependency, oral f/receiving, slight masochism/sadism.

Part: 1, 2, 3

"I want you to meet with my parents. Before you leave to your little expedition." That was the first thing I said when he walked in. I could just simply ask him where he was losing his time before, but I doubt he would answer.

My head aches. A lot more than normal.

"It was just matter of time before you asked." He replies.

"That's not a clear answer, Zandik." I rub my face in frustration. The late tension from before still present thanks to our unresolved argument. Though I can't even call it an argument if I was the only one ranting about it.

"I don't even need your answer actually. I am telling you that you're going and I'm not negotiating."

"As you like." His lean and tall form moves to our kitchen, taking some species from the shelves and preparing the teapot. He doesn't even look at me.

"I won't drink that."

"Let's see how long you resist it before you start craving it." Zandik replies.

What he did just say?

"What makes you think that?" I huff, my headache making things more difficult.

"You're still in distress for what I see, must be hurting you a lot, doesn't it?"

"That is not reason enough for you to keep drugging me."

"Would you tell a doctor the same when they give you medications? This is helping you. Not giving you pleasure." Soon, he places a cup of tea in front of me. The stinging feeling that won't go away feels unbearable.

He knows I'll give in. And even if I don't want to, I have no choice. And what assures me I won't be pressured into consuming whatever this is later if I decline the tea? After all, I don't make anything for my own consumption. He does.

Although maybe is not even the tea anymore, but all the food I've eaten. But if he did that, I dont see the point in making me the tea. I'm not certain he is drugging me. I can't assume.

I'm trapped.

"You know I would never do anything to hurt you, this is helping you. Don't you trust your own groom?"

My eyes linger on the cup, the sweet scent filling my nostrils. Maybe it's just pain killers, like everyone consumes. I'm just getting paranoid.

My hands slowly hold the cup up to my lips and I took small sips. The warmth and flavor lingering with every sip. I shouldn't be worried, if he wished me bad we wouldn't be engaged to begin with, and he wouldn't be taking care of me like he has done.

I start feeling how the pain starts to go away. My body starting to relax as I finish the cup. I left the empty cup in front of me, my eyes linger on his face for a while.

"Better?" He asks.

This is the perfect moment to ask the question that has been eating me alive since this started. The one word I haven't heard him say to me. Words spilling from my lips before even my mind can process it.

"Do you love me?"

Silence, that's what I thought. He just stares at me, in complete silence. After a few seconds though, he replies. "Have my actions not reflected what I feel for you?"

"Say it, I want you to say that you love me."

"I love you."

"But I don't want you to say it because I tell you to, I want you to say it everyday without me having to ask for it..." My voice breaks. "Is that such a difficult thing to do?"

It feels like I'm never satisfied. So selfish.

"Hmm, you should have told me that was one of your needs. I do not read minds." Zandik replies.

"I know."

I can't even look at him right now, maybe because of shame, or because I feel so tired of this. Tired of pushing and pulling.

Engaging hasn't ended our problems, it only makes it hurt more than they should. And I just keep asking him to be someone he isn't. When I'm unable to be the person he probably wants me to be.

So selfish of me, that I only complain of his behavior without bothering on changing mine.

"You're right...I've been ungrateful recently, I'm sorry. Everything has been so...stressful lately, the Akademiya, the sudden attention, the engagement. Everything is just—"

"Too much?" I hear him say.

"Yes, it is." I sigh. "Sometimes I wish I had a clone of me so she could do all the things I don't want to deal with."

What a dumb thought.

"But then I would have to deal with two of you."

"And? You would love her more probably, a perfect version of myself."I look at him, observing his expressions.How his face always remains calm, serene. I wish he could be as distressed as I am.

"Your essence is what makes you perfect. I wouldn't waste my time nor invest it in someone who is perfect for others."

"So you say you love me for my uniqueness?" I ask.

"I love you because you are you."

I keep staring at him in silence, I can't imagine myself with someone else. Without his comfort. But I cannot imagine a future where I am fully happy with how he's been.

My eyes start to get teary, exhaustion, guilt, sadness, and the remains of anger comes through my eyes in the form of tears.

His expression shifts, his brows frowning as he approaches, gently pulling me into his chest, his warm and strong arms trying to comfort me. Maybe I'm wrong, I can be happy with this. He apologizes, prioritizes me, and pampers me. Every woman would wish to have someone like Zandik.

I just need to be more grateful with what I have. With what I've been building with him.

"Everything will be better once we go to Mondstadt, a breath of fresh air...Yeah that's what I need."

"Would you want to return home? To live there?" He asks, his fingers running through my hair.

For a moment I hesitated, I do sometimes wish to get back. But I know he wouldn't leave with me.

"I don't think so, my life is in here, with you." I manage to reply. My head tucks down his chin, taking in his oaky essent.

"What about you? Would you like to leave Sumeru at some point?"

"I don't consider anywhere to be my "home", wherever place can offer me what I want is excellent." He replies.

I sigh, my tears starting to cease. This man can't even try to be softer. Always logical.

"We are living tomorrow, is that okay? So that we have enough time before your next expedition."

"Sounds perfect."

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Dear Mom and Dad,

Me and Zandik got engaged recently, the reason of my letter is to tell you that I'll be going back home soon for you to meet him.

We will discuss the arrangements for the wedding once in there. I'm planing to celebrate it in the cathedral.

Sorry for not writing sooner, things have been shifting a lot. I wish I could write more but I think it will be better to discuss it once I get there. Take care in the meanwhile.

Att.

Your dear daughter

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"Finished with your letter?" His voice was calm and soft as he approached me, resting his chin on my shoulder and nuzzling his nose against my neck, his hot breath tingling my skin.

"Yes, by the time they get the letter we'll be soon to arrive." I pause. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course." He replied back, long fingers finding its way to my stomach, caressing gently from above my clothes. "Want to know what am I craving?" I ask, turning my face slightly, just to hear a small hum coming from him.

"Maybe...If your hands went lower.."

"I will not take you on the desk, Y/n. You could hurt yourself."

"Who said anything about doing it in here? I mean, we could do some foreplaying in here before going for the main dish–"

"Enough, only in bed."

"So never ever in the shower?"

"Well see how things go in the future. Now let's go to bed, or do you prefer me to drag you there?"

"Kinky, I did not know you were into dragging people by the hair."

"I never mentioned anything about hair."

"No kinks? Fantasies? Nothing?"

"It seems like someone is trying to project their own fantasies into this." He simply says, walking straight to his bedroom.

"Zandik! Wait." I follow behind. As soon as I step inside his room, I quickly get shoved into the bed, his large hands spreading my legs open, quickly rolling my nightgown up.

"Zandik!" I shout embarrassed, feeling how quickly my face started to burn.

"You said you wanted kinkyness." Hot breath hitting the soft flesh of my thighs, I try to close my legs in reflex, but his hands keep me spread open. "You don't know what you're even asking."

A sharp pain makes me gasp, feeling his sharp teeth dig into my inside thigh, before licking it gently, an attempt to soothe the damaged skin.

"Zandik, wait–" another sharp bite of his digs my skin, making me yelp from pain, his mouth getting closer to my core. I try to push him away, but nothing seems to stop him as he starts sucking on skin, leaving purple red marks closer and closer. "Careful! Its sensitive there!"

"You keep squirming from pain, and yet your body keeps seeking me. Look at you, all wet and I barely even touched you."

"Zandik..." I gasped, his big nose rubbing against my clothed core, inhaling me before lapping his tongue over wet fabric, slow and tentative, in one swift motion, he pulls them aside and pressing his mouth on my wet folds.

"Keep yourself open for me." He mumbles, drinking my juices as his hands keep it's painful grip on my thighs.

"Zandik! Don't do that!...I'm...I'm getting close.."

He pulls away almost immediately, leaving me with the aching feeling of loss. I wanted to protest, but soon I found myself being flipped, face burying into the pillows. Feeling the tip of his length press against my folds teasingly.

"Zandik!" I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Patience, there is no rush."

"Of course there is no rush for you! You weren't the one about to–" A gasp replaces my words as he pushed all the way in, just to pull out and thrust in again, and again. "Please...don't do that...I want it right." Small little moans started to fill the room, hips pistoning foward with force, as one of his hands went to pinch and carelessly fidget my clit.

"Ah, look at you, squeezing me so tight. You like it, don't you? You act so immaculate and yet you can't help to scream like an animal in heat."

"Immaculate? At least..mngh! I'm honest with what I want. You act like you're doing me a favor when it is you who folds every time." I manage to say before he pushed my face into the pillows, thrusting his hips faster.

"Z-samdik..I'm..Close"

"Shhh, it's alright...I got you."

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The travel to Mondstadt didn't took as long as I imagined. We were there in a matter of just a few days. The clean and pure breeze of the capital felt like a comforting embrace. But it didn't seemed to be as comforting for Zandik.

"Too candid" I heard him say.

And it's true, the always cheerful and calm atmosphere is not for everyone. It used to be for me though, maybe I was expecting more joy or excitement once I got here, but I just felt the overwhelming feeling of wanting to run.

Zandik didn't give me time to introduce him to my family, he did it alone with a personality I dared to say was performative, show off. Too kind and composed. A total gentleman.

"I didn't expect less for a suitor of my daughter. Such young chivalrous man. How did Y/n catched you?" I heard my Mom's voice, already praising him.

"Your daughter is the most charming and smart lady of all the Akademiya, it was just matter of time for me to want her by my side." Their chatting faded away, or was I the one fading in my thoughts? I need to breathe.

"Everything okay Y/n? You've been with an awful expression since you came." The voice of my mom pulled me away from my inner turmoil.

"Yeah yeah...I just need to get used to the climate again. I'll go to take a walk, maybe is just the wind."

"Want me to go with you?" He asked.

"No, don't worry I'll be okay, besides my parents seem to want to know more about you." I excused myself. The unwavering gaze of Zandik never left my frame until I was out of sight.

I walked around the city I grew up in. Nothing has changed one bit. It feels like the only thing thay changed was me. And it's enough to remind me I don't belong in here anymore.

As I walked, I saw many people gathered in a circle. There it was, a young bard singing, accompanied with his lyre.

It was a song I've never heard before. A story of a long time ago. When Mondstadt was still surrounded by mountains, and how; in the endless love of our Archon, he blow them away with his wind. Making the land fertile and spacious for us.

I didn't noticed when the people started to walk away. Only I did when I saw the young bard walking towards me. "You seem to have liked my ballad." He said.

"Yes, it was beautiful." I managed to reply.

"Why the long face then?"

Long face?

"I don't—"

"There is something troubling you for a long time isn't?"

"No, it's just that I had a long journey and I'm a bit tired."

"You sure? It doesn't seem like that Y/n."

"And what do you know about it bard?! You don't know anything!" I snap at him, his words hitting too close to home. What does he care?

The young bard stayed silent, but he doesn't seem mad, nor dissapointed. Eventually smiling at me, too comforting and understanding.

I don't deserve it.

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My Obsession~ Dottore x Fem!Reader

(part 3)

Part: 1, 2

Warning: emotional dependency, manipulation, jealousy, unhealthy attachment, explicit sexual themes, morally gray characters, implied coercion, obsessive behaviors, emotional dependency.

I walked through the halls of the Akademiya. My books in hand as I approached the library, soft murmurs filled the place, but the most noticeable sounds were the flipping of pages and the sudden movements of chairs. The last time I came here was with Zandik.

The last thing we did was studying.

Since my recent research, people noo longer belittling me or rejecting me for my background. A nice change, though I'm sure it's because of Zandik's doing. He is kind and tries to always hype me up.

But today was weird, unusual.

People who I've never seen before congratulating me, showing me some different type of respect even. It was strange, did I win something? Is it my birthday? Suddenly, one of my classmates came up to me.

"Y/n! Congratulations on your engagement." She said with a big smile, teeth slightly crooked and blonde hair messy.

What is she talking about?

"My engagement?" I ask.

"Yes of course, with Zandik. Such a good couple you make. Everyone in the whole Akademiya is talking about it, oh naughty, you guys waste no time."

"Oh...right, thank you I appreciate your kind words." This is uncomfortable.

I walked away as fast as I could, was this Zandik's doing? Did he say that because of last night? Do Sumerians act like this after being one with someone? Why didn't he said anything in the letter?

He gave himself to me after all. It's only fair that this should lead to marriage, maybe he thinks like that. No, too puritist. I do love him enough to marry him, just that this is too soon.

I left the books in the library shelfs and started walking to the exit. I needed air to think.

Maybe he's done so, so when he comes back he can propose, and in the meanwhile no one takes me away from him. But Zandik does not seems like the insecure type.

That's so...sweet, in a sense. Because he is afraid of losing me. Right?

But he cares about my loyalty when he goes all alone with a young girl for Archons know how many days. So convenient.

And here I am with all the problems now. Very thoughtful.

I don't go unnoticed on my way home, it seems is very peculiar for a student to get engaged before graduation is even at the corner.

"You younglings are so talented that you don't need to worry about building a future." An old lady said. And a middle age man too, and a young kid.

I didn't dare to leave my home in the following days.

But I reluctantly had to, once I received a letter from him, naturally to let me know he is on his way. I grabbed my cape and a few refreshments for the travel.

When I got there, I saw her—smiling so charmingly to him, the type of smile I used to give him when I felt my heart quickening and my cheeks burning.

I hate it.

My feet started moving on their own, and just when I noticed I was already wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into a kiss. Slight dry lips meeting mine instantly.

But when I turned to see her reaction, she was still smiling, now at us.

"You must be the great Y/n in flesh and all. Oh Archons I don't even know what to say!" She said excited.

"You are?.."

"Sohreh! I'm so glad to finally meet you. You're such an icon! I can't believe I'm finally able to talk to you."

"Am I?"

I felt her soft hands holding mine, her eyes glowing with excitement and joy. And there wasn't a single trace of malice.

I'm so messed up.

"You have changed history! Everybody talks about your knew invention! And how your figure has helped other students from different backgrounds to stop receiving unfair treatments! I can't believe I'm seeing you."

"Really? Thank you...you're so sweet. How was your travel? Must have been difficult with Zandik's hard head and the heat of sun." I ask her, she must be so tired and drained and still showing me her best self. And here I am acting like a kid.

"The experience and knowledge is what makes it worthy. Though I can't deny I miss the flavor of a good cool lemonade."

"Oh I can help with that! Here take it, I brought some refreshments." I hand her a bottle of lemonade, initially for Zandik. But she deserves it more. Still, I can't ignore the aching feeling in my gut.

"Thank you so much! You saved me. Well, I hope I get to exchange more words with you in a future. I'll take my leave now, you must have business to attend."

"Yes, thank you for your thoughtfulness. Take care Sohreh." I watched her leave with enthusiasm. She seems familiar, in a way.

"Why haven't you said anything?" My gaze returns to him.

"I didn't want to interrupt, you seemed to like each other." He replies.

"Let's just go home already."

Once we got home I quickly pushed him inside, my hands already on him. Inspecting his face, his arms, his neck, unbuttoning his shirt. Looking for any evidence of something bad, of a misbehavior. But I saw nothing, at least nothing other than the sudden heat on his body just for being manhandled.

"Finished with you check?" He lets out a small laugh.

"I wanted to make sure you actually went on a research."

"Believe me, nothing is more important than my investigations."

"You better."

"You seem awfully irritated today. Something happened?"

"I don't think so, well maybe the fact that I'm suddenly engaged?"

"I don't see the problem in it. You seemed very eager to have a position. And I gave you one." He replies calmly.

"But you didn't ask! I don't even have a ring! Nothing." My voice raised, but before starting to argue, I saw a beautiful ring in the palm of my hand. Gold, with a medium sized red gemstone in it, like his eyes.

I couldn't compare it's beauty to anything I've seen before.

"I'll make you the most important person in whole Teyvat." I hear him say, but is just like a distant noise, I can't keep my eyes away from the ring. My hands tremble slightly.

Maybe for anger, and maybe because this is the moment I always imagined.

But...it's just not how I wanted it to be.

Where are the flowers? The kneeling? The soft rush of wind sent by Barbatos, the type my people say to feel when this moment comes.

There is none in here. Nothing.

The room is still, charged with something I cannot name. No rushing air outside, it feels suffocating.

"I accept." I force myself to say, afraid of him stepping back on the offer if I take too long.

I saw how his large fingers caressed my hands, and gently slid the ring on my finger. "It suits you." He says.

A small smile finds its way to my lips. This is what I want anyways, and he is here. He chose me. And his mannerisms will start changing once he gets used to this, it's just temporary.

"I missed you."

"You did? But I wasn't gone for long."

"I missed you anyway, you should have stayed with me."

"Oh, Y/n." He sighs, pulling me into a soft embrace, hands tangling in my hair as he inhaled my scence.

"Let me live inside you." I mumbled.

"How about I live inside you instead? That, I can do."

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"You're leaving again?" I asked him, he's been only a few weeks here and already planning on going to another expedition?

"I need to gather more information." He simply replies.

"What is your research even about? You always do this, leaving for Archons know when and coming back like is nothing."

"It is something of utmost importance, and I don't see how is relevant for you to know."

"Oh, but Sohreh can, can't she? I am your soon-to-be-wife and I'm not allowed to know?" I pause, "I'm going with you."

"No, you cannot. Your presence would be most inefficient, you don't stand the sun, much less the hours of stress." He replies, his tone starts to raise.

"Don't tell me what I can or cannot do!" My hands tremble with restraint. Who does he think he is?

But he pauses, quickly shifting his tone and starts talking more calmly. His strong hands holding my shoulders in a grounding manner.

"You would just get anxious, more than you already are. It's for your own good."

I push him away, he talks about my own good but still abandons me?

"For my own good? You talk about what benefits me but you still choose to be close with another woman."

"She is just a helper, Y/n. I've already told you before" He tries to hold me again, but I step back.

"A helper? Don't tell me you don't see the way she looks at you, and you allow it right in front of my eyes!"

"What you want me to do, then?"

"I want her to be away! To disappear from your side." I shout out. My voice breaking.

He is the problem for allowing this to happen, if he had just...cut her out from the beginning. If he had gave me the respect I deserve this wouldn't be happening.

"I expected better than this, Y/n." His tone calm, too calm. Before adding, "But if that is what you want, I'm not one to deny you."

"You need to calm your nerves, I'll make you some tea."

"You treat me like if I was a patient..."

"If my wife is unstable it is my responsibility to take care of her." He pauses, his tone sounds too clinical."If you don't wish to be treated like one you should behave better."

"I don't want your tea."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want to consume your weird herbs with pain relievers." I said, taking deep breaths as to calm myself.

"As you wish, If that is all, I have more important things to attend right now."

That's the last thing he says before watching him leave through the main door.

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Quick drawing :b

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My obsession~ Dottore x Fem! reader

(Part 2)

Warning:non-consensual/dubcon themes, emotional dependency, manipulation, jealousy, unhealthy attachment, explicit sexual themes, morally gray characters, implied coercion, obsessive behaviors, emotional dependency.

Wattpad link(btw not updated, with not as much smut.)

There is no one in this world who has me more confused than Zandik.

He treats me like there is no other person in the whole world that can replace me. But frequently he makes me feel like I'm unimportant.

Still, more often than not he does more good for me, he won't talk about it but it's difficult for him too, I know he had it difficult before and I'm more than grateful that he is trying.

My feelings are a mix of strange things that I cannot name, it was just a stupid argument. But my heart aches. Friendship is the most valuable thing a human being can have, but I don't think I appreciate our friendship enough to keep it.

I want to be selfish and have more.

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I felt Zandik's warm arms wrap around me. And I couldn't help but take in his scent, his touch felt so comforting.

"I'm sorry Zandik...I didn't mean any of that." My words came out softer than I intended.

I wanted to apologize for everything, but confessing all my sins scared me, I want him to never change the way he sees me.

"I know, you don't have to worry about it" He replied back.

I sighed, and hugged him tightly. I didn't want him to leave. And if I could, I would glue myself to him forever.

"I'm still sorry...I don't want to fight anymore" Followed with:

"I love you Zandik."

I got no answer, but the way he kept hugging me, and comforting me, was enough answer for me.

During the next days he seemed...different in a way, I woke up to a fresh cup of coffee everyday, fresh laundry, and a nice dinner. More often than not I noticed him being more thoughtful, getting me small gifts.

Our relationship is in simple terms; weird, since our last fight he has seemed much calmer, too much. And every time I catch him staring I can't help but want to know what is going through his mind.

"What are you staring at?" I asked.

"Can't I observe the most interesting being in my whole world?" He replied.

There was this feeling of rushing beatles in my stomach, such a strange feeling that only happens when he is around.

"What are we eating for dinner?" I decided to ask, wanting to change the direction of the conversation.

"What would you want to eat?" He asked back.

"Hmm, something light."

"I'll see what I can do." He got up and walked to the small kitchen we shared, starting to mix ingredients.

I approached him, my chin resting on his shoulder while I observed. My arms wrapping gently around his waist, pressing closer. His body got rigid for a moment, before forcing it to relax.

"My parents would love to meet you, y'know?" I said, the fresh aroma of veggies seasoned filled the room, making my stomach growl. I hope he didn't hear that.

"Will they? How often do you mention me in those letters?"

"Often enough for them to want to meet their son-in-law." A small nervous chuckle escapes my lips. Before pressing a small peck on his shoulder.

He turns around slightly to meet my gaze, and I feel how his lips press against mine, so soft and warm. Moving in perfect sync with me, like they were made for me.

I never want it to stop.

He pulls away after a few seconds, and just stares at me with the blank expression of his, before returning his sole focus on the kitchen.

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Dear Mom and Dad,

I miss you everyday, and I miss my home.

I've been improving a lot in here, but still I don't think I will ever feel like I belong in the thick forest and rusty sand. My heart belongs to my city of music, and i believe that my songs travel with the wind to our home.

I promise I will make you proud of my advances very soon. And with the blessing of Barbatos I hope to return back in no time.

Soon you will meet my partner, Zandik. I have a feeling you will love him as much as I do.

As for my recent achievments, I've been getting payed on my new inventions, soon you will get my first paycheck and if lucky enough, electricity will be a thing in Mondstadt.

With love,

Y/n, Soon to be the Greatest Teyvat Researcher.

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"Who is that girl?"

I asked, recently I been seeing a younger student working with Zandik on his experiments. Assigned to help on "a bigger deal" for what I've heard.

"She is just a helper. The Akademiya assigned her as a cooperator in my most recent research." He replied, before adding:

"But you already know that, don't you?"

I saw a small smile appear on his lips, What is so funny about this?

"I was just curious that is all." I reply back.

"You sure that is all?"

"Why would I be interested in someone who is less than me? I have no worries at all."

"Interesting."

Interesting? Am I a test subject or what? Stay calm, Y/n. I won't let him make me a jester of this whole thing.

If she is useful for him? Great, I don't mind. After all I can just get useful dogs like he does and it will be totally fine, isn't? It should be fine for me to stay locked in a room with strange guys, without telling him any details. Just "cooperators" he says.

It's just academics, of course he will spend more time with her than with any other. Totally normal.

Maybe it was the heat of today that makes me be in this mood. Yes, it should be that. Complaining will only make me look like a fool.

"I will take a shower, I feel like my head is going to explode."

"Would you like a tea? It will help you relax." He ask, his big and calloused hand touching my forehead, checking my temperature.

"Yes, that would be nice."

I pressed a small kiss on his forehead before getting up and walking to the bathroom, I just waited to hear the soft hum of the kitchen before letting the cool water envelope me. Would his hands feel as cool as this water? How would his calloused fingers feel when spreading...paper.

When I got out, the soothing aroma of the tea filled my nostrils, already awaiting for me in our small table. My hands took the cup gently, careful to not spill before taking a small sip. Sweet, but just a tiny bit sour. Nothing that I have tasted before.

"It tastes so nice...what is it made of?" I ask.

"Organic herbs, they will help soothe you."

"Thank you." I simply say, even if he told me the exact herbs they would still be unknown for me, Sumeru has a great variety of species. I should start learning each one once I get some spare time.

"Y/n, I will have to leave for a few days." His voice snapped me back to reality. What? Leaving? Why so sudden?

"Where?" I ask.

"Desert, there are still more ruins that I need to research. I need to gather more information."

"Are you going with her?"

I see him nod, well, at least is better if he goes with someone, the less danger, the better. Yet I don't see how a girl like her would even be able to protect herself. Is she really necessary for his research?

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, I can write to you if you like." He suggests.

Not only he is leaving suddenly, but with her, and on top of that, tomorrow.

"No need, it'll be difficult for the letters to be sent anyway, don't waste your time. I'll be good."

"Are you going to miss me?" He asks.

"You know the answer."

"I want you to say it." Insist.

Here he comes again with his difficult behavior. I stare at him for a few seconds before replying.

"Yes I will."

"I'll bring you something in my return." His tone seemed more content now.

That's all he says as he keeps observing me, I keep taking small sips, the flavor is calming,it's doing it's job after all. My head feels less heavy. I should really start learning about plants.

"Better?"

I just hum approvingly. Before watching him leave to his room, probably studying like always. I don't stop or question him.

Hours pass and it's night, my sheets feel too uncomfortable and I lost notion of time. No matter how much I shift, my eyes will stay wide open. I decided to get up and walk towards his room, he must be asleep by now.

My steps are silent as I sneak in, and I just stare at his figure. How the moonlight falls softly on his pale skin. The slow rise of his chest as he seems peacefully asleep.

He looks like a dream.

"Couldn't sleep again?" He suddenly asks, wasn't he just sleeping right now? ...Again?

I just keep staring at him for a few moments, feeling a small chill of embarrassment for being caught, but that doesn't matter anymore.

We are a couple, this is normal. Couples do this things all the time. He must enjoy it. Most probably.

"We're you awake?" I gather the courage to ask, seeing him patting his bed.

"Of course. Come here."

The sheets were cool, and so soft, enveloping me as I cuddled closer by his side, feeling his warmth next to me.

"I'll sleep here while you're gone."

"Wouldn't that make you feel more lonely?" He asks.

"No, because I get to sleep with your smell." I reply honestly.

"What would you even do without me? Hmm?"

Zandik's arms wrap around me, he is right...I don't know what would I do without him. The fact that he knows makes it worse.

His ruby eyes stare at mine, he looks like an angel like this. Mesmerizing. Like precious jewels, makes me wonder if its possible for his skin to turn that shade of red.

For a few moments, I just keep staring at him, his breath mixing with mine. Before I know it, I push him in into a kiss. His body going loose as he imitates my actions.

What starts with softness quickly becomes desperate, my hands roaming through his body, and I had to stop myself to see any hint of hesitation. He wants this, he is allowing me to keep going, just as I thought, his skin starts turning red, more hotter, muscles contracting below my touch. This is not the reaction of someone who does not want this.

Soon, I feel his touch, attentive, but hesitant, like trying to discover what is that I like. Fingers going down inside my shirt, gripping the soft skin of my waist, all the way down to the soft surface of my ass, cupping and gripping gently.

I pressed him closer, desperate. Like I'm a drowning person and he is the oxygen I need. I don't want him to control himself, I want to feel him deep, being one with me.

"Zandik..." I gasp, his lips pressing from my jaw, all the way down to my neck, tongue dancing on my skin, slippery and hot.

"Tell me how to make it good. Guide me." He said, in a low raspy voice, making me feel how the heat went down my stomach, my underwear feeling wetter by the second.

My lips went back against his, tongue invading the warmth of his mouth, messy, unexperienced, but it felt so right. One of my hands guided his, pressing his fingers down on my damp panties, moving two of his fingers in circles, before pulling them by the side and pressing the tip of his index finger inside my wet folds.

"Zandik!" I gasped, followed by a tiny thrust of my hips, warm insides sucking his finger eagerly. Then another finger pressed inside, curling slowly before spreading me. Before I knew I was a mess of drool and tiny moans, pinned on bed as his length spread me open, ripping me apart with each thrust. So deliciously painful, each slow motion kissing my cervix.

People say this is the closest to fuse with one another, and that once it happens it can't be erased. Like some type of extreme compromise one can have.

That should be enough to terrify any woman, but all I feel now is bliss.

"Tell me when to stop." He said, hands gripping my thighs open as his hips pistoned foward, making me gasp louder.

I can't describe it to anything I've done before. It doesn't even hurt. I felt like I was in heaven, good enough to not notice how silent he was during it.

For the rest of the night, I just let myself to drown in his touches and sweet words.

The next morning, I woke up alone, tangled between blankets, filled with his fluids and soft bites all over my body.

There was a small letter beside me, and I smiled.

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Dear Y/n,

You must be disappointed that I'm not by your side. But it was of great importance that I let you rest.

Do not worry, I have enough provisions for the next days, and I left you some already made food and Mora for the following days of my absence.

I'll be on my way to Caravan Ribat before walking directly to the desert, I suggest you to do not attempt to follow me or look for me, I understand your need for a proper goodbye but considering your state it would be inefficient.

Take care of yourself and know that you are of utmost importance for me, I love you.

Att.

Zandik.

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[yufose]

he got you something nice

[sinettes]

eek!

[luckypinkunicorn]

My obsession~Dottore x Fem!reader

Warning:non-consensual/dubcon themes, emotional dependency, manipulation, jealousy, unhealthy attachment, explicit sexual themes, morally gray characters, implied coercion, obsessive behaviors, emotional dependency.

Before becoming Dottore, he was just a student with a vision, unknown knowledge, the type that should be a sin. But in the deepest of his darkest thoughts, there she was, and it was impossible to not orbit around her, so sweet, and so alike. Someone who should be by his side, no, someone who needs to be by his side. By logic, it was only natural to make advances towards her, as his language of love, to upgrade her. Forcing her to drink something with a kiss is not as bad, it's not forcing if she kissed back, that's what he thought. Young love is dumb.

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It was late, too late at night. After finding out what he did with me, that he took advantage of me. Making me think he wanted me like that, just to do his stupid experiment?

His intentions were good ones, I understand, but that doesn't soothe the feeling of betrayal that aches in my chest and won't go away.

How dare he play with me? When I only show him kindness, when I help him and understand him. We are best friends. But why was I hoping for the kiss to mean something more?

He should be grateful I'm friends with his arrogant self, who else in the whole Akademiya wants to deal with his ego? No one, and yet he talks to me like he does me a favor.

It was late at night when I decided to get into his room, the sound of crickets outside and the rustle of wind were my background noise, making my most silent steps almost inaudible.

There he was, soundly asleep, so peaceful it made my gut wrench, how can he be so tranquil when I was the one who couldn't sleep? All because of his fault.

My frame stood still next to him, watching his expression, his slow breathing, his soft blue hair, and his long lashes.

So beautiful, like an angel. Or the closest. But he doesn't deserve to be calm when I am not. My hand hovered above him for a moment. And I hesitated.

But he didn't hesitate when he kissed me, so why should I?

I touched his face gently at first, still careful to not wake him up, he must be too tired from his journey to even react.

So maybe if I do this...he won't feel it, right? If I touch him he will never know. He deserves it, I'm just returning the favor.

My hand traced his face, then followed his neck, and went down all the way to his chest, and there was no reaction.

So I pressed my lips against his, soft, almost like a feather touch.

So soft, it feels like the first time, it feels good...like his lips were made for me, it's my right after all, I'm just doing what he did to me, he started it. I'm only being fair.

My lips pressed more insistently against his, messy, inexperienced—but with a passion, like it wasn't just mere retaliation but something more. It confused me, but fueled my growing lust. Made me bolder, hands that were once hesitant now touching, tracing my fingers on his chest, all the way down to his crotch, it felt like nothing I've ever touched before, something that is warm and soft, but at the same time hard, and wouldn't tilt down, not even forcing it. His breath hitched, and I felt his sking growing warmer.

But when I felt the slight movement of his lips, almost unnoticeable, I quickly pulled away in panic.

What am I doing? This is so wrong, what am I going to say if he wakes up? This is so wrong I shouldn't have—but he looks asleep...maybe he didn't notice...besides, his body was reacting so well, he was liking it. I should get out of here before he actually wakes up. But something deep inside me couldn't forget the feeling of it, warm and damp, leaving my fingers with a silky moisture.

I slipped out of the room as silently as I entered, mentally praying he wasn't awake.

For a moment, the room remained silent.

And he did not move, but a small smile touched his lips.

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I'm the worst person ever. That was my first thought since I woke up. Guilt didn't leave my side the entire night, forcing me to stay awake.

I saw my reflection in the mirror, my face puffy from exhaustion, dark circles below my eyes and the drowning feeling of anxiousness in my chest reminded me of the most inhumane thing I have ever done.

After a few minutes of internal conflict, I walked out of my room, to be accountable of my actions. There was a soft hum in the kitchen as I approached.

Zandik was already awake, silently making breakfast, which was rare considering he never ate in the morning.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning Y/n" He greets me, with his soft voice. It makes my stomach twitch uncomfortable.

"Good..morning...you're making breakfast huh? You always say it is inefficient." I rubbed the back of neck uncomfortably.

"And you are right, but this isn't for me. I'm making it for you" He replies calmly.

"You don't seem well rested, nightmares?"

"Yeah...something like that. I couldn't sleep." I let out a sigh, he seem unaware of what happened. Thank Barbatos he doesn't know.

His ruby eyes stare at me for a moment, making a small shiver run down my spine, and then I see how he offers me cup of coffee, setting it on the table as he focused on cooking again. He looks so domestic, so natural. Like home.

"Thank you" I mutter, taking a small sip of the rich flavor. Before adding:

"You never cook for me, what changed?"

"Y/n, just because I didn't do something before doesn't mean I shouldn't start doing it, I told you I care for you." He replies calmly, placing the meal in front of me.

"Yeah but-"

Zandik cuts her off.

"No but's, eat it. I took the bother to feed you, I don't want to hear your complaints during the day because you're hungry." He keeps staring at me for a moment, and when he sees I take the first bite, a small smile appears in his lips.

"Nice, I'm going to get ready, enjoy your meal."

It tastes...so good, better than my own cooking. He made this for me and what I did in return? And I call myself a believer of Barbatos? When I just denied him of the freedom of choosing? What a hypocrite, after all the support he's given me....I just had to mess everything up isn't? My only hope is for him to remain unaware, I cannot lose him. I don't want to be just like all the people who hurt him without reason.

And if he knew, he will probably hate me, or worse; push me away.

Throughout the day I couldn't let out that nagging feeling of guilt, and regret.

Zandik's eyes haven't left me the entire day and is messing with me, usually he is always observing but this has been too much, if he knows why doesn't he snaps at me already?

Is he tormenting me?

"What are you looking at?" I finally ask, just to hear something I would never dream of.

"Am I not allowed to look at what I think is beautiful?" He replies.

"What?–What is wrong with you?"

Why is he acting like this?

"Besides a scholar, you are a young lady, don't you want to be courted?" His ruby eyes never leave my face, watching carefully my expressions.

Heat invaded my face, and there was this tingly feeling down in my stomach.

"Courted?! No of course not! Much less from you, you are my friend! You're so weird..."

"So being your friend disqualifies me from being a potential partner?" He huffs, his expression turning annoyed.

"No it's not that! You- ugh you're just acting weird. I don't need you to court me to be able to do acts of kindness for me. You're supposed to just do it without anything in return!"

"That is absurd even for you, Y/n. Would you care for me if I didn't provided you with my company? I doubt it.

"You do it because you get something in return."

"But I wouldn't be willing to if I didn't care for you to begin with, what I get has nothing to do with what I do for you." I rub my face in frustration. How can he be so blind?

"You don't make sense, you thrive in what I do for you but when I do it again you bristle." He pauses, looking my expressions before adding:

"And suddenly I'm making you uncomfortable." His brows frown, as he sound deeply offended. "Make that make sense, Y/n."

"Do whatever you want, if you want to practice your poor relationship skills? Go ahead, I am sure you will do whatever you want like always." I reply back.

"MY poor relationship skills? I remind you that I'm not the one being rejected in the whole Akademiya like a pest." He snaps.

"Wow, low blow Zandik, then you wonder why nobody wants to be near you." Each word filled with venom, bitterness spilling out of my mouth.

Like a dog who has just been rejected, I walked away, just like usual.

Things get wrong, I get mad, I leave.

Why do I keep sabotaging myself?

He was just trying to be nice.

And I reject him and offend him, just to then act like a victim? Regret filled me soon after, but going back to him and apologize would make me look weak. I can't let him see me collapse. Or he might think I am weak.

But whenever I think of just...burying myself in his arms, my knees feel weak.