Hello everyone! I’m Kore, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Hope you enjoy your stay! (^▾^)/⊹ ࣪ ˖
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Request rules:
(recs currently closed, sorry!)
sfw and nsfw allowed!
max 4 characters per request. feel free to request any genshin characters! (**edit: I've only played thru Natlan, so i will be able to do most characters)
My favorite characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Scara, Kazuha, Beidou, Mona, Venti, Yanfei, Xiao, Tighnari, Cyno, Kinich, Mualani, Navia, Wrio (I encourage you to request them!)
hcs or drabbles accepted
reader will be gender neutral unless otherwise specified. nsfw will be afab only, sorry! ^^’
no dark themes, noncon/dubcon, yandere, etc.
no nsfw of minor characters
i might touch on some triggering topics, but i don’t think ill accept requests for them. i think it’d be best to write only for my own experiences with those subjects.
(angst that’s otherwise unaffiliated with mental struggle or is ambiguous is fine though!)
if you’re not sure, feel free to shoot me an ask!
i can’t promise i’ll get to every request, i find it hard to motivate myself to write often. but don’t let that deter you from requesting, sometimes an idea will spark!
i love her sm you have no idea... what's your favorite part about her character? her story or her playstyle or?
OH her story & personality for surely.
i actually got her like 15 pity in on her first run years ago. I was actually on a genshin hiatus (I started playing 1.2, stopped from inazuma-natlan release, started again for Nod-Krai.) so i had no clue she was the archon and i definitely was not expecting to actually pull her bc my pity was so low. i would just log in for the free pulls after updates and shit.
all that to say, she’s like 60% built currently, and while i do think she’s a lot of fun to play i just have so many other characters to also build
she’s me pfp because she’s one of my favorite characters though like personality & lore wise. i think making the “god of wisdom” the embodiment of childlike curiosity was so smart!!! she’s not wise because she’s old, she’s wise because she never stops learning and asking questions. she’s wise because she wants to see things for herself and never assumes she has nothing to learn from anyone regardless of their class/status/education
YUP YUP YUP MY BELOVED MOOT @/mistakenmonarch made it for my birthday in october!! its so beautiful i love it sm
me personally, i got nahida her last rerun at high pity and on a guarantee after losing to diluc on raiden's banner and she's my most built character! ... i just started the sumeru archon (im a baby player, i think i started in january of last year?) and omg im so excited!!
ouagh yeah making nahida a kid was such an interesting take on wisdom!! i think the whole thing is just really cool, and the sages trapping her away in the sanctuary because she wasn't yet smart enough/not enough like rukkdehtava (i think that's what happens?) was such a nice way of showing how wisdom is measured in our world and how wrong that metric is
idk tho i still need to finish up sumeru... inazuma took me SO LONG because i procrastinated on it for AGES... im at AR 55 and like none of my characters are built and im so behind on the AQs lmao
the AQ are a lot more fun if you play them at your own pace anyway like it’s stressful (imo) always racing to catch up. i would know bc i had to speed run the second half of sumeru/all of fontaine/all of Natlan as Nod-Krai was being released.
it kinda sucks when you’re that far behind bc people won’t tag spoilers, but also there’s less people talking about them so it kinda works out? at least that’s what happened when i played Fontaine. and to this day Fontaine was one of my favorite AQs partially because all of the twists and turns were genuine surprises. Sumeru’s cast has to be my favorite, followed closely by Nod-Krai
i just recently got a PC (I was a mobile player for years and it is the TRENCHES) so I actually made a second account to replay all the AQ so I could remember all the lore i forgot because it has quite literally been like 5 years since I played Liyue/Inazuma/Sumeru. I was playing a Liyue quest yesterday and, in a shot from the balcony of Wangshu Inn, you could see Dragonspine and Fontaine… and I just had to pause because the last time I played that was all like empty blanket render territory.
also i think my standard for “built” is a lot more lax than other people’s. i don’t need perfection i just need them to work. i’m definitely a “play it safe” team comp person, i NEED to have a healer and/or a shield character. sometimes i’ll get people in my world who have strong nuke characters and we’ll be playing a boss/domain and they’re like “top using support characters..” NO ☹️ i feel guilty when they DIE, “ArleDaddy667”
also my most built character is Wanderer 😔 which makes sense with the Nahida pfp i fear
i love her sm you have no idea... what's your favorite part about her character? her story or her playstyle or?
OH her story & personality for surely.
i actually got her like 15 pity in on her first run years ago. I was actually on a genshin hiatus (I started playing 1.2, stopped from inazuma-natlan release, started again for Nod-Krai.) so i had no clue she was the archon and i definitely was not expecting to actually pull her bc my pity was so low. i would just log in for the free pulls after updates and shit.
all that to say, she’s like 60% built currently, and while i do think she’s a lot of fun to play i just have so many other characters to also build
she’s me pfp because she’s one of my favorite characters though like personality & lore wise. i think making the “god of wisdom” the embodiment of childlike curiosity was so smart!!! she’s not wise because she’s old, she’s wise because she never stops learning and asking questions. she’s wise because she wants to see things for herself and never assumes she has nothing to learn from anyone regardless of their class/status/education
i love her sm you have no idea... what's your favorite part about her character? her story or her playstyle or?
OH her story & personality for surely.
i actually got her like 15 pity in on her first run years ago. I was actually on a genshin hiatus (I started playing 1.2, stopped from inazuma-natlan release, started again for Nod-Krai.) so i had no clue she was the archon and i definitely was not expecting to actually pull her bc my pity was so low. i would just log in for the free pulls after updates and shit.
all that to say, she’s like 60% built currently, and while i do think she’s a lot of fun to play i just have so many other characters to also build
she’s me pfp because she’s one of my favorite characters though like personality & lore wise. i think making the “god of wisdom” the embodiment of childlike curiosity was so smart!!! she’s not wise because she’s old, she’s wise because she never stops learning and asking questions. she’s wise because she wants to see things for herself and never assumes she has nothing to learn from anyone regardless of their class/status/education
if there happened to come a time in our lives. where technology progresses enough to have, like, 4D VR simulated worlds. I would absolutely fall for that shit I can’t even lie
like our robot overlords could put me in a chamber where they feed off my life force as long as i get to pretend to live in another world. sword art online style. it’s like tucking a baby into a crib and turning on the little overhead mobile to hypnotize them to sleep. the world outside could look like wall-e/the lorax and i wouldn’t know because i’d be drinking the koolaid
Summary: One of you is injured! Swaps around depending on the character.
Characters: Illuga, Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer
Warning: Rated teens and up! You're dressed with less layers in Illuga and Lyney's for medical purposes. Albedo is kinda ooc (very forward and almost bullying you??) Wanderer's… mechanical parts are exposed (he's kinda having open chest surgery but not really.)
Illuga
“Take off your coat.”
“I don't think that's very appropriate, Captain.” You joke, making sure the door is shut as you follow Illuga into his room.
“Are you really playing around at a time like this?” He sighs, before making a strangled sound as he watches your winter coat fall off your shoulders, revealing a giant claw mark. “How are you still standing?!”
“The cut isn't that deep. Look, I took some painkillers before you found me—”
“Sit before I have to force you down myself.” Illuga shakes his head, pulling out his med kit. Despite how he's kind of manhandling you (not too roughly, but you can feel his stress from the way he keeps turning you at different angles, trying to see how far the injury went,) you allow him to move you around, too focused on wrapping you up in gauze to pay much mind to your lack of a shirt.
"Um… Master Illuga?” You say as his touches turn lighter, effectively calmed now that your wound is treated. “...Sorry about this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well… I didn't want you to fret over me this much. You're under enough stress as it is. –Ack?!”
Your back stings as Illuga suddenly pushes you down on his bed, sitting on your torso with an exasperated look.
“So your back does hurt.”
“Illuga!”
“If you don't want me to worry, then you should be more careful with yourself.” His voice grows soft as he leans down and grazes his lips against your forehead. “But I'll be more concerned if you start to hide your injuries from me.”
So from now on, promise to report to me first, alright? I'd rather have you rely on me, than have to worry about your wellbeing each time.
Lyney
Honestly speaking, it's not the first time Lyney's had to tend to someone's wounds, nor are your injuries the worst he's seen. But there's something disarming about having you in his quarters in Nod Krai, which is sparse of personal decorations, sitting on his bed as he does everything in his power to be respectful and not look.
“There. All done.” He says mechanically, zoning in on the patches littered across your thigh and knee; scrapes from a battle against malfunctioned machines.
God, he can't think straight. Is this the first time he's seen your bare legs? Also, why are you wearing shorts in this weather?
“Um, I can always ask the others to help instead, if you aren't comfortable…”
“No! Not at all!” Lyney's gaze snaps up to meet yours, and he curses himself as he feels his ears flush. He's sitting on the ground while you're on his bed, legs hanging over the side so he could work easily. Now that he's done however… You've leaned down so that your faces are inches apart, brow raising as you've noticed his odd behaviour. God, you look really cute when you tilt your head like this. He's going to die.
Your brow raises higher as Lyney shuts his eyes for a second and prays to every deity out there. Yeah, he adores you. But no, he cannot yet handle the thought of you in a tank top and shorts.
“Just… give me a moment.” He covers his face with his hand. “I'm trying to be professional.”
“We've kissed before, and now you're drawing the line?” His eyes flutter open just in time to see your lips quirk into a smile. Your palm props against your cheek. “If anything, the longer you take, the more suspicious your siblings will be.”
“Do not put that idea in my head!”
Albedo
The way Albedo has you trapped here is honestly a form of psychological torture, you think.
“I really think you should get a proper medic to do this.”
“Oh?” Albedo mused, wrapping his fingers around yours to keep you there. “As you were technically the reason I'd gotten hurt, I thought it'd only be right for you to help me.”
There's no one else in his workspace in Dragonspine. And you really, really tried: but between Albedo's purposefully languid tone and teasing remarks, you had to book it out of the room as soon as you were done wrapping up his arm — only for him to swiftly catch you by the waist and pull you into his lap.
“I don't think this is giving me a better reach.” You mildly state, knowing in your heart of hearts that as much as you love Albedo, he's been getting meaner with how he teases you. Is this what four years does to your relationship?
“Well, the next area of interest is my shoulders, then my neck.” Albedo returns. “So I thought you'd be more comfortable sitting down.”
“This is revenge for me saying you weren't my boyfriend, isn't it?”
Albedo hums, picking up one of his research notes. “Of course not.
“I thought it was abundantly clear to everyone that we were together.
“And judging by how you're still here despite your elevated pulse… I imagine that your affections outweigh your second thoughts."
Wanderer
“This feels like malpractice.”
“It's just maintainance.” Wanderer rolls his eyes, as if he isn't the one sitting on a table right now with the inner workings of his chest exposed. “You're the one who volunteered to do this.”
Be that as it may, you're not a mechanic — much less someone who understands how to fix the wires that got fried in his last battle. You fumble through the blueprints and instructions left by Albedo, cursing.
“If you die, it's not on me.” You deadpan, feeling yourself age 10 years just from doing this. “What if I break your energy core, or something?”
“You won't.” This time, his words are stated as fact. As if there was no way you could harm him, even if you were holding a blade to his heart. “If you're that nervous, I can read out the instructions.”
You pause as you feel Wanderer's fingers wrap around your wrist. His grip is light as he guides your hand to the closest thing he has to a heart.
It's… warm. Not exactly beating, but you can feel energy coursing inside.
“Less nervous now?”
You let out an incredulous laugh. “It's like I'm the one having surgery instead of you.” The room settles into soft silence, save for your careful tinkering as you finally replace the damaged valves. “There.”
As you pack up the blueprints, a small blush can be found on Wanderer's cheeks.
It… almost felt comfortable, when you were fixing up his circuits. Like there was a blooming warmth, just faint enough to lull him to sleep.
saying wanderer is "not the type to fall in love" goes against the laws of his existence.
wanderer's whole story revolves around how he has too much emotion, and how he feels too much.
he is doomed to fall in love.
he will deny it, over and over and over again. but he will be plagued by the feeling no matter what. Its like his very own curse. he will forever ache until he fully accepts that he's in love and has to go about his round about way of confessing it or just simply acknowledging it within himself.
but he is definitely be the type to fall in love.
It doesnt even have to be someone important or special, it could literally be a random in the akademiya that caught his eye one day bc they were being gentle with the birds outside - but i definitely see him falling for someone.
he wont say it or show it, but trust, it will kill him inside if he doesn't.
wanderer feels love just as hes felt heartbreak after each of his betrayals. though he doesnt want to fall in love in spite of his past, he will.
I love the concept of someone teaching you how to fuck. how to kiss, what it feels like to have someone else’s hands on you, someone else’s tongue. all under the guise of them being helpful, sweet to you, so you’re not nervous for when it ‘really’ happens. only for them to make sure they’re the only ones who ever get to see you that way
unexpected audience — ft. kyryll chudomirovich flins
synopsis: flins is good at fucking you—you know that, and he knows that, too. it doesn’t hurt if maybe the ghosts are also made aware
before you read. ❤︎ 2k word count ; female reader ; established relationship ; smut — mdni ; exhibitionism ; mating press ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; praise ; i have no dignity left from writing this so i could not bear to proof read lol </3
commentary. ❤︎ i have no comments i would just like to say everyone should block @luffysprincess and @neiptune while you have the chance there is pure evil in their dna’s
Your favorite thing about Flins is how good he is at talking. Ironically, your least favorite thing is also how good he is at talking.
You don’t like how convincing he can be. (But then again, it’s rather enjoyable when he’s…well, convincing. You don’t ever have a bad time.)
“How lucky I am,” he murmurs, his nose brushing against the column of your throat. He inhales. It’s a sweet scent—the smell of your sweat and your lingering perfume. He likes when he gets to breathe it in right here as his hands dig into your thighs and press your knees closer to your chest. “Aren’t you just a marvelous sight? Breathtaking as always, my light.”
“H-how would you know,” you stutter, “it’s dark—would it kill you to have some more light in here?”
He chuckles.
“Is it? But I can see you just fine,” he murmurs. He rolls his hips once more—the thick, warm girth of his cock dragging along your walls once more and building the pressure in your core with just a little more friction. You whine, and he grins with a little too much satisfaction. “Your face is glowing, did you know? And there’s that divine little way you scrunch your nose—I can see it all clearly. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the way your lips part when you say my name. Wouldn’t you be so kind as to say it once more? For me?”
You’d call him evil if you had the clarity. Instead, you cry, “F-flins,” with a sharp gasp as the tip of his cock slams against a particularly sweet spot at the back of your walls.
He knows that spot a little too well. It’s a little too familiar, and he never fails to remind you that he knows exactly where you need him to fall apart.
“Ah, there it is,” he says happily, “a precious sound, indeed. I envy anyone who gets to hear your voice utter their name—would it be selfish if I asked you to only say mine?” His tone enough makes you feel praised—something you crave a little too much when it comes to him. You like when he’s happy with you. He gives you plenty of honeyed, sugared words when he is. Words that make you so quick to become pliant and weak under his touch.
Spread your legs a little wider for me, darling—you know how beautiful you are when you do. Somehow, you always do when he asks. Ah-ah, don’t hide your face—let me see how you look when you come undone, won’t you? I craved seeing you all day. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face when he asks so politely. Give me one more, my light—you can, can’t you? You always do. And just like that, you’re caving and bending for his whims once more.
It’s easy for Flins to fuck you. He’s good at it when he does, and you can’t ever say no when he wants to. (Because you always want it, too, your heart tells you. No, he’s just very, very good at being convincing, your mind argues). But it’s easy. You make it easy for him to bed you, and he makes it easy for it to be worth it.
His fingers brush along your lower belly. The skin is smooth as silk and he traces it like he worships the feeling of you under his touch. Slow. Careful. Deliberate. Every second his fingertips trace along your body, you feel a dizzying heat of his touch mapping your body out.
And then it finds its way between your legs, right above where he has you split open on his thick length. His thumb latches onto your clit, rubbing precise circles that make your back arch upward—his other hand his quick to plant itself at the small of your back, cradling your body as you mewl.
“You seem to rather enjoy that, don’t you, my darling?” He coos, “Shall I keep it up? Touching you here?”
Another quick circle onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s perfectly timed with a sharp roll of his hips, his tip bullying past your folds. It’s messy—there’s a pool of your slick at the base of his cock, and it’s smeared along your inner thighs. He made a good point of bringing it to your attention, too—my, what a pleasant mess I am greeted with, my dear. Surely I haven’t earned such an eager response from your body with so little? We’ve hardly begun.
Smug. He’s so, irritatingly smug with words dipped in gold. They’re soft and precious and rich the more pure they are, and they lure you in with greed. And you fall for it every time.
Every damn time.
“Close,” you pant, voice a breathless whisper, “s-so close, Flins—th-think…think m’bout to cum—”
He groans at that. He’s good at charming you, but he’s not immune to that effortless charm of your own. You don’t even know it, he thinks—you don’t even know that you have him wrapped around those pretty little fingers without even trying.
His cock does a twitch. He’s close too—you know because there’s a small change in his pace. A touch sloppier. A little less rhythmic with the way he drills into you. A little more desperate as he chases the friction of dragging every ridge and every vein along your slick heat.
You hum a little, grinning to yourself as you pull him down and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips into a wet, messy kiss. Your walls clench around him, and he groans into your mouth, making a soft, low sound that you drink up greedily.
“Does that feel good?” You whisper.
“Must I elaborate such obvious things?” He asks roughly.
“Won’t you indulge me with your usual sweetness?” You plead.
He’s weak—for you, he is. So he groans once more, heavy and labored breaths fanning across your lips as he feels the tight, warm squeeze of your walls around his cock. It’s good—so good, in fact, that he’s almost at a loss for words. (A miracle in and of itself, he thinks. Flins is hardly at a loss for words—he’s quite good at articulating what he wants to say, in fact).
“Well, if I must—yes. You do feel good,” he pants, voice breaking just a fraction as your walls flutter around the throbbing cock that bullies into you. “You…you are a wonder—so soft and sweet and exquisite. I fear one day I may wake up and find you gone. A figment of my imagination. You’d never let that happen, would you my dear?”
“N-no,” you whine, breath getting heavier as the familiar build up creeps up on you. “Never…n-never leaving.”
“An undeniable relief,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I was almost worried—”
He cuts off his own words the second he senses it. Flins can sense things a little quicker than you.
There’s a creak in the door. There’s a weird howl in the wind. There are the faintest, quietest echoes of what sounds like footsteps.
You think you’re imagining it. He knows a little better than that.
It’s not like you can pay it much mind—you’re in a bit of a predicament yourself to pay too much attention to your surroundings. One particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and you forget what you were thinking in the first place.
He tends to do that to you.
“What utterly unremarkable timing,” he almost grumbles. “I always thought my neighbors to be a little more…considerate.”
Flins lives alone on this small little island that he calls home. He keeps to himself. There are no signs of life apart from him and you and the frostlamp flowers that grow along the cemetery. There are no neighbors…unless he means the ghosts.
And then you notice it—the pair of eyes in the corner. The other right beside the first. The pair in the distance to your left and the one that’s a little closer to your right. They watch you carefully, watch the way your knees are folded to press you in half and the way his cock disappears and reappears every time he practically pulls out just to slide back into you all the way. You’re sure they take note of the way his hand—free of gloves for now, has a persistent thumb attached to your clit with those harsh circles that make you dizzy.
It feels shameful, having the dead watch you this way. It feels almost like they are mocking the way you are so alive—watching the way your heart is erratic and your body is worked up to such a heightened state.
“W-wait,” you gasp, “there’s p-people—”
“Yes, it would appear we have an audience,” he clicks his teeth, “how impolite. I don’t appreciate sharing—selfish as it may seem.”
“We should stop—they’ll s-see—”
“Then show them, my darling,” he leans down and presses a soft, delicate scatter of kisses along your jaw. “Perhaps they only wish to watch, don’t they?” His voice is almost a purr now, wicked and low. Still dangerously sweet. His hips snap into you harder, forcing you to take every inch. “Show them how beautiful you are when you come apart.”
Your protest dies in your throat when his thumb grinds cruelly once more over your clit, dragging tight circles that make your thighs shake. You can feel every stare searing through you, their hollow eyes fixed on where you’re split wide open around him. Shame burns in your chest—but it only makes the heat in your belly throb sharper, dirtier.
“Flins—ah, f-fuck—” you choke on your own words when he pulls almost all the way out—but you don’t mourn the loss of him filling you when he slams back to the hilt, the sound wet and obscene in his quiet home in the graveyard. His hand presses at your lower belly, holding you in place, making you feel how he fills you up inside. “They’re—they’re going to see me—”
“Let them,” he sings against your ear, biting at your lobe. “Let them envy what it means to have a pulse. Let them watch you bleed with pleasure.” His thumb flicks faster—it’s almost merciless, and you’re keening now, arching shamelessly so every phantom eye can see how your body reacts and begs for more.
You’re dizzy, your thighs are quivering, and your chest is heaving as you writhe under his touch. He pistons into you like he means to fuck you straight through the earth, the rich soil that houses his troublesome neighbors that don’t know to mind their business. He’s good at dragging the sounds out of your throat no matter how you try to swallow them—no matter how much dignity you try to preserve. His pace is too brutal, too expert at making you lose composure to keep it together in front of your….unexpected audience.
Finally, with a sharp cry, you’re breaking apart around him. You can feel your walls spasming around him with your release, wet and gushing over his cock. He hisses when you clamp down around him, thrusting deeper and rutting until he shudders inside you, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum while his teeth sink into your neck.
“P-perhaps one of these days you’ll kill me, too,” his voice cracks, “and I’ll join our intruders in the land of the dead with how you make my heart stop.”
“Flins,” you sob—it’s all you can manage to utter. All you can bring your incoherent mind to piece together as your nails press angrily into his shoulders and make bright red indents bloom into his skin. “F-feels…feels so good.”
“I’m sure they are aware,” he chuckles, “it’s written all over your face, my dear.”
He sounds a little satisfied with that. With the fact that there is a population of people—dead, of course, but a population all the same—that knows how good he is at fucking you. At making you fall apart around his cock and scream his name and weaken in his arms.
When you come down from your sigh, both trembling in the aftermath, he doesn’t let you hide. You try to pull hims down and bury your face into his neck, but he resists—instead, he drags your chin up so you’re looking directly at him, face fully on display. He’s still deep inside of you—and you’re still full of him, still stretched and dripping with his release.
“I believe they had a proper view, wouldn’t you say?” His voice hoarse but laced with triumph. “Even the dead cannot argue that I know your body better than anyone.”
