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—WHAT TO EXPECT
I only write for Genshin! I might add HSR (specifically; Anaxa, Dan Heng, Caelus/Stelle) and WuWa when I find the time to read the lore, but it's only Genshin Impact for now.
I also reblog Wuthering Waves, Genshin Impact, Naruto, Honkai: Star Rail, and Infinity Nikki stuff here!
Before you follow this blog, please keep in mind that I love experimenting and therefore might write nsfw and/or soft yandere content along with taboo stuff.
—REQUEST RULES
Before anything, I want you to know that I pick and choose whatever requests I write depending on what inspires me at the moment. You can throw your ideas at me, but there's a chance that your request(s) might take a while or not get written. Please keep in mind that I am only human and I can only do so much.
What I will write:
Female and gender neutral reader.
Dom reader.
Canon verse only!
Fluff, angst, soft yandere (it can be yan!character or yan!reader or both), mildly suggestive, smut and dark content.
One character at a time. I will write for multiple characters only when making Headcanons.
What I won't write:
Male reader.
Sub reader (watch me go back on my words when Rhinedottir is out—)
Romantic content for chibi characters (Klee, Qiqi, etc...)
Power dynamics (unless if reader is the one in power)
Comfort or hurt/comfort. I like my hurt without the comfort thank you very much.
Anything that has to do with degradation or reader being treated badly by the character.
Anything that has to do with having a child/pregnancy. My one and only child is Durin and he is adopted.
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#Karma Reblogs <– For Rebloging
#Karma Speaks Concepts <– For Fic Ideas and AU Concepts (that I may or may not write)
#Karma Writes <– My Writing; Including the half-assed ideas that ended up getting too much attention.
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Maybe if he had a heart he’d be able to feel it flutter. He would be able to feel what the novels describe as his heart ‘skipping a beat’. If he had a heart, he’d be able to feel it speed up past its normal pace when you first met him. His heart would’ve sped ten-fold at the first interaction. It would’ve gone past the average pace each time you kissed him, purposely avoiding his lips to leave him wanting more.
If he had a heart, you would’ve been able to feel it beating as you rested your hand against his chest when you laid next to him. You would’ve been able to feel his pulse as you rested your fingers against his wrist.
If he had a heart, he would feel a gut-wrenching ache in it whenever he saw tears fall down your face. He would feel his heart rise and get stuck in his throat as your sobs wracked from your chest. If he had a heart, maybe he would be able to spare a bit of remorse for you. Maybe if he had a heart, he’d be able to feel it ache as tears welled in his eyes as he stared at your unmoving form.
You weren’t dead. No, you were going to die though. He knew it. It was what people would describe as a ‘gut feeling’. Normally, Scaramouche wouldn’t indulge in such cliches, but that’s the only way he could describe what he felt.
He placed his hand over your still-beating heart. He knew it wouldn’t be beating for much longer. But unlike him, you wouldn’t be able to live without a heart. If he had a heart, maybe it would beat in sync with yours. If he had a heart, he’d feel it sync to the bottom of his chest as he watched you breathe as you slept.
If he had a heart, he would’ve felt it stop as he was informed of the news.
At least now your hearts would finally be in sync.
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Lohen's whole mentality has always been: "I am the only person I can trust to protect me". As a child he realized that nobody will save him, nobody has the power to save him, and therefore he must obtain his own power in order to have control over what happens to him. He projects this idea onto his soldiers as seen in his SQ ("the only person on the battlefield you can trust is yourself"), he refuses Ursa's power because he doesn't trust he'd be able to control it, and he tells the Traveler at the end to "not grow old on him" until he can "shoulder everything on his own". His Witch's Quest is all about Nicole trying to tell him that actually, chasing power alone does not a powerful person make, and maybe he should try friendship or something.
His whole method of combat revolves around him being on the frontlines by himself while his soldiers are the ones firing in tandem, or him engaging the leader of an enemy group in a 1v1 until one of them dies. He has literally taught himself everything from mixing poisons to laying traps to being ambidextrous because this man has chronic trust issues and needs to sharpen himself into the most lethal weapon possible or else he'll explode.
And he does learn to rely on other people to a certain extent (allowing Varka, Diluc, and the Traveler to handle Ursa) but at the same time, that moment more of an acknowledgement of his limits. He doesn't go after Ursa because he knows he can't beat Ursa. He's still just an ordinary human no matter how much he doesn't want to be (which I could argue is another facet of his loneliness because being powerful = being special = being in a class of your own with fewer and fewer people that you can relate to etc. etc.), and I think that's something he'll always struggle with along with everything else (and also the inevitability of death and how when he gets older he won't be able to move his body like he used to but that's a whole other thing).
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I’m aware you dabbled a bit on Durin and his wings but maybe, JUST MAYBE, could we get some more?
Honestly I love the concept of Wingplay w/ Durin, I can see him enjoying it both in a sexual or romantic way.
Personally, I can’t help but imagine him basically begging Reader to massage his wings or bandage them up if they get wounded, mainly just to feel Readers hands on them. And, don’t get me started on in bed, just thinking about it makes me giggly and excited.
Coughs… right…So, could we possibly get more content related to it…pretty please? :3 👀👀
And, if you decided not too, that’s completely okay! But, if it’s not too much to ask, can you reply to this ask saying you won’t? I’ll probably be yearning for you to potentially release smth well beyond a year, because it feels like no one talks about Durins wings and I’m getting #desperate
It was so fun to do your request anon! This ended up being all over the place because I love yapping about non-human creatures and their wonderful non-human physical features<3 The first part is fluffy + suggestive, seond part is just fluff. Anything after the second <3 is nsfw
Warning(s): Wing Play, Overstimulation, Coming Untouched, That's all I think.
Durin loves the feeling of your hands on his wings. Whether it is an innocent touch or a sensual caress, he always leans contentedly into it, eyes closed and wings flattering ever so slightly with each new spot your fingers wander idly into.
Massages are not a rare happenstance in your shared household; his wings, although durable, still get awfully sour whenever he uses them for long-term flight. So whenever he comes home after an exhausting trip from somewhere far away, the dragon always gives you the most adorable puppy eyes, his hands wrapping around your waist as he drops on his knees, desperately begging you to please please please relief him from this terrible pain :((
You never say no to these requests of his, especially when he comes bearing a particularly nasty gash on his body. Always leading him somewhere comfortable to lay down, your eyes watching as those lovely wings stretch out to reveal the location of a potentially dangerous wound.
Bandages in hand, you murmur a quiet "excuse me" when you sit on his behind, your lips quirking up in amusement as the sight of his wagging tail catches your eyes.
"What got you so excited, huh?"
You tease, hand settling on the wing bone attached directly to his back, caressing the vulnerable point gently to get him to relax for you. His wings quiver in response, easing to your touch. "This might hurt a little." You dip the wet cloth into the mess in his scrapped wing, feeling them tense up as the icy cold fabric makes contact with the raw injury.
The dragon whimpers pathetically into the pillow, tail stopping completely before slowing into a more controlled pace at his distress.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Feeling a little apologetic —and deciding to give him something more pleasant to focus on while cleaning his wound— you lean down, letting soft lips brush lightly against his back —right between the junctures of his wings— your hot breath ghosting over it as you speak. "I'll be done soon. Just be a good boy, and relax for me, yeah?"
Durin jolts, hissing out a meek "Y-yeah" in response to your command as his tail shivers in a delightfully familiar way. You do not miss the slight quickening of his breath, nor the way his hands grip the sheets just a little tighter. And you definitely don't miss the way his pained hisses gradually turn into short, but sweet little sighs as you clean the injury from blood and any possible filth, though it is most likely attributed to the fact that your hand was tenderly kneading on the soft flesh surrounding it all the while.
Your hand then moves to languidly tie the bandages around it, and despite being clearly agitated, Durin shows an admirable amount of self-control by letting you do your job as he squirms in place. Entertained by his misery, you take a moment to enjoy his pitiful squirming, hand playfully toying with his gorgeous wings.
The teasing doesn't last for long though, as you can procrastinate bandaging his wing for only so long before the boy gets suspicious, and it's then when he —painfully straightforward as he is— voices his needs out loud, teary eyed and adorably sad looking and how can you say no to a face like that.
<3
Even when not having a convenient excuse to do it, Durin would still shamelessly seek out your touch. It is simply addicting to him; chasing the gliding of your soft palm against his stretched wings almost like one would with basic surviving necessities.
His tail swings behind him happily as he clings to you, somehow managing to find ways to get your bodies even closer with each passing moment.
"Your wings are so pretty, you know that right?"
Too lost in the simple pleasure of having said wings get caressed, your question catches Durin off guard, a cute blush creeping up his pale cheeks when he opens his eyes to you looking half expectantly at him.
"I-Is that so? Um, uh... thank you."
Your stare burns into his skull for a few moments before you burst into sweet little giggles, your hand getting slightly rougher —but not any less satisfying— in a physical manifestation of what Durin hypothesises is the weird phenomena you explained once as "cuteness agression."
"You is so cute. I love you."
The dragon's cheeks heat up at your careless display of affection, not used to being at the receiving end of such honest bluntness. It leaves him no choice but to take advantage of your physical intersection to duck his head under your chin and meekly mutter the words back at you.
"Sorry, sorry. You are just so fun to tease."
The apology you give is as fake as the sky that sits above you and your hand still moves to rub soothing circles on his wings to make up for it.
You can feel Durin giving you a dirty —but very adorable still— look, but he still bends to the gentle fondling of your hands on his less human features. A quiet purring like noise escaping him as his entire body vibrates in place.
<3
Durin can never get enough of the feeling of your hands on his wings. However, it is especially addicting when he is in a state of bliss after you had just milked him dry, head in the clouds as drool gathers on the corner of his bruised lips, coating the pillows his face is pressed oh so lovingly against.
He shivers when your hand brushes against his wings, automatically arching his back into the touch as he whines weakly into the sheets. "Nghh.. sen-sensitive..."
"Oh? But you sounded so eager just now..." You pretend to be surprised, eyes tracking the quick swaying of his tail as your hand gets a little bolder with its ministrations. "Surely you can do one more for me. I know that you can."
The dragon yelps as your hand gets a hold of his tail to pin it in place, legs subconsciously stiffening in his kneeling position. He hears you letting out an interested hum at his embarrassing responsiveness to your touch, and it sends a pulse straight to his hardening cock.
But you don't stop there, your front leans against his behind, mimicking an intimate mating position as you slot your heat incredibly close to his clenching hole in order to give yourself better access to those beautifully reactive wings of his.
"Ha—" His breath hitches at the skin to skin contact, not so subtly pressing his butt into you before letting out a chocked moan as your fingers caress his sensitive wings. They tremble with the contact, and he has to fight the instinctive urge to hide them from your burning touch. Desperate for the contact.
You continue running your hands on the sensitive limbs, watching him shudder with each new spot you lovingly abuse.
His blurry eyes catches a glimps of his neglected cock dangling uselessly between his legs as it begs for attention, throbbing painfully as the head leaks pathetically into the sheets. It makes him instantly aware of the tension building up in his groin.
"[N-Name]... I'm so— nghh c-clo— Ah!"
Tears of pleasure spill into the pillows under him as he cries out. Thick, white cum dribbling heavily from his cock, adding a bigger mess to the one that existed already on the sheets. His hips buck into nothing as they try to extend his orgasm before halting completely when the high dies out.
Feeling bad for how hard his hips were quivering at this point, you carefully help him to lay down comfortably, hand messaging the soft flesh of his thigh as he restores his breath and whatever remains of his mind.
"You were so good for me today." You start, smile teasing when you meet his eyes. "We should do it again another time, yeah? Think I can coerce more than just one from you<3"
Durin whines weakly, but you know he isn't opposed to it when you spot his tail twitching gleefully behind him.
