[lluxionsm]

addie 18 they/she butch lesbian hyuna & linnea yume

i am an alnst and genshin writer. i specialize in character x character, but i also do character x reader if i feel like it. minors dni with my nsfw works and do not follow me. i write nsfw and sfw.

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[lluxionsm]

i’m going through a writers block funk, so i will take a break from writing until i am in a writing mood again.

i will still leave up my works for everyone to read.

bye for now!

[ivansdove]

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[lluxionsm]

let me give your heart a break

fandom: genshin impact

relationship: lyney/odette

characters: lyney, odette

rating: nsfw (minors dni)

content warnings: mentions of arlecchino & signora, top! odette, bottom! lyney, trans ftm lyney, resolved romantic tension, getting together, fingering, some clit play, proximity, dacryphilia

words: 2k

ao3

It was cold in Snezhnaya—way too cold.

Being in some big, fancy-looking building that looked more fancier than the ones in Fontaine made the atmosphere a little cooler.

Or at least, more hotter that it usually is.

Odette sat on a couch as she stared down at a paper origami bird that a certain magician gave her—it was small, about the same size of her hand, and its color was the same color of her eyes. It makes her wonder about magic.

Footsteps rang into the room she was in, and a familiar voice lets out a soft giggle, echoing into the room she was in. Odette's eyes turned immediately towards the source of the voice.

"Oh? You're fascinated by that little thing, hm?" Lyney sang as he walked into the room and towards Odette, the origami bird still on the palm of her hand.

"Perhaps," Odette replied, placing the bird on the table beside the couch.

Odette felt a slight weight dip down next to her as Lyney sat himself down next to her, his legs crossing. Her mind drifts off somewhere, and he couldn't help but notice.

"Is there something on your mind, perhaps?" Lyney questioned.

"I'm not sure if I can be here much longer," Odette remarked, "They might need me."

"They?"

"The Fatui."

Lyney felt his heart drop. Not out of fear—but of surprise. He is also here under their oath, under the oath of his 'Father'. He had felt a slight wave of relief wash over him, because of the possibility that he could finally have someone to relate to.

He may not have to bear the struggle of succeeding a Harbinger alone.

"Oh," Lyney whispers, before speaking up again. "I'm… here under their command too."

"Hm?" Odette hummed, "You're with The Knave, right?"

"Yeah," Lyney breathed.

"And you consider her 'Father'?"

Lyney nods in response.

"I believe we may get along quite well, then." Odette spoke as she looks at him. "It just so happens… The Fair Lady was my mother."

Their eyes don't dart away from each other's. Odette lets out a sigh.

"And ever since… her passing, there must be a new heir to her title, and I know that it will be me…" Odette sighed, eyes slightly moving away from him.

Lyney felt like he could trust her with that secret he hides from everyone. Maybe he should—

"Um…" Lyney pondered, "Could I… let you in on a secret?"

"Hm?" Odette hummed, tilting her head.

"I'm… also a successor," Lyney spoke hesitantly.

"Hm, then I think we could trust each other with such information, then." Odette conversed.

"Just please don't tell anyone—"

"I wont," Odette reassured, "Your secret is safe with me."

For some reason, Lyney felt like he could possibly trust her a lot more than anyone else. He had never let anyone in on his secret, but when someone related to him the most, he couldn't help himself.

Magicians and Ballerinas are beautiful together, right?

Lyney moves closer to her, his legs uncrossed. His hand brushes up against her face, and she couldn't help but lean into the touch. Odette never would have thought that she could find someone so connected to her, but fate was with her on this day.

"Can I kiss you, my dove?" Lyney questioned. Odette found her face heat up with a soft blush before she could even stop it.

"Sure," Odette replied, a slight note of surprise in her voice.

Lyney softly pulled her into a passionate kiss, and Odette couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Ever so slowly, that kiss turned into something more desperate, their hunger for one another shifting into something more.

Odette couldn't help but push him down onto the couch, with her directly on top of him as their lips did not stop whatsoever. Lyney can't help but wince into her mouth at the sudden action, to which she drank up all the pretty sounds he would let out for her.

Lyney's hat toppled off onto the ground, rolling away into the floor somewhere. His hands gripped onto her shoulders, his fingertips clawing into the flesh as she tugs his waist closer to her.

Odette pulled away from the kiss to allow the both of them to breathe, and she felt her face warm up when she heard Lyney's heavy breaths.

"You're an amazing kisser," Lyney purred, his voice breathy.

"You're not so bad yourself," Odette replied.

Lyney felt arousal wash up along his body, and he could almost feel that place in between his legs grow wetter. The sight of her towering over him was almost enough to make him feel like he's going crazy.

"I was thinking," Lyney began, a slight note of hesitation in his voice. "We could do… something more?"

Odette immediately understood what he meant. She may not have much experience in such intimate moment like this, but she needed to be close to him, even if it meant she could have someone to be close to.

"If you insist," Odette replied, her voice slightly cold as ever. "Strip, please."

Odette moved herself back so that Lyney could undress himself. He stripped himself of everything that he wore, his clothes haphazardly dropping on the floor. The one thing he didn't take off, however—was his thigh high stockings. Maybe it's because he was lazy enough to take them off.

Odette already knew what she was working with, eyes darting to the scars on his chest and to his cunt, that was already soaked with arousal, his enlarged clit visible enough.

She knew his secret, so does it matter?

As he finished, he sat back down on the couch and eyed a fully clothed Odette, who only removed one of her gloves.

"Why aren't you getting undressed?" Lyney questioned.

"Because I want this moment to be all about you," Odette whispers as she shifts herself closer to him. "I want to take care of you."

Lyney couldn't help but huff out a laugh. He laid himself back and opened his legs, allowing Odette home in between them. His cunt was beautifully on display for her, glistening in whatever light there was left in this room.

Almost immediately, Odette's fingertips trails along his clit, throbbing and desperate for some sort of touch, and he tenses up, grits a whine from between his teeth as he arches into her delicate touches.

"Relax for me," Odette commanded in a soft voice while her fingers pressed further into that bundle of nerves.

Lyney tries to relax, but with the way her fingers are pressing into his clit, it became hard to do so. Odette would soon press her thumb against his clit, giving the bundle of nerves a few curious touches.

Odette listens to Lyney's soft whines, filling the room they were in, reverberating into her ears like a soft melody. His hips roll into her hand, squirming under her wake.

Odette's thumb moves away from his clit after giving the bundle of nerves a few curious touches, which caused him to let out a small whine at the loss. Her fingertips moved slowly along his slit, soaking the tips of her fingers.

Those fingers moved towards his leaking entrance, and Odette pushes those fingers deep inside of him, hooking them inside of him. Lyney tenses up at the feeling of something entering him—but he quickly relaxes as sharp white hot jolts of pleasure move along his body.

Odette's gives him no time to adjust—her fingers set a steady and even pace, the pads od her fingers grazing up against that sweet spot that swept him off of his feet, tightening around her fingers ever so slightly. Lyney lets out a shrill cry, and she hushes him immediately.

"Keep it down," Odette whispers into his ear, hot breath tickling his skin. "Someone may hear you."

Lyney tries—he really tries—but he didn't expect someone like her to be so good with her fingers. Odette curls her fingers inside of him, listening to his pretty whines that he so desperately tried to keep quiet.

This room may be private, but anyone could walk in, or maybe listen to the soft melody of Lyney moaning and whining for her. Odette's fingers do not stop thrusting in and out inside of him, they eventually pick up the pace.

Odette presses a thumb against his clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with every thrust while her fingers did not halt inside of him whatsoever. Lyney felt himself be consumed in bliss, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Mmh, more, please," Lyney whimpered, his voice a ruin where Odette makes herself at home.

And so, she indulges, and gives him the pleasure that he so desperately craves. Odette's slender fingers took over every train of thought he had left, his mind fuzzy and only full of her name.

Odette felt determined to make him come undone under her wake, but she also needed to prove her love to him. Lyney rolls his hips against her hand, desperately trying to reach that peak that he could almost taste.

But Lyney also found himself holding back. Maybe he didn't want this moment to come to an end. He needed more of Odette's delicate touches, more of that feeling of security that he never had—

Lyney felt tears bead up at his eyes, threatening to spill over, blurring his vision. Odette kisses his eyes, licking up the little tracks of saltwater that landed on her lips.

Lyney wraps his arms around her, keeping her close to him as she laps up any tears that fell along his face. He sobs, chokes out on a moan as that pleasure she was giving him felt way too much, voice shaking and growing higher pitched.

Lyney's orgasm doesn't build quickly, his stomach tensing with every drag of her fingers. Odette notices that he's close—she feels his cunt flutter around her fingers, but he's still holding back.

Lyney's not full on crying, but he does allow the tears to flow freely along his face, staining his cheeks. Odette kisses those tracks of saltwater, listening to him grit whines in between his teeth.

"Let go, Lyney," Odette soothes, "You're holding back. Just let go."

As if it were on command, Lyney's orgasm hits him like a slap to the face, choking on his own pretty sounds as overwhelming waves of pleasure take over his body, thighs shaking under her embrace.

Odette works him through his orgasm, slowing her movements gradually, riding him through his high. His cunt made a filthy mess on her hand, but she doesn't care.

Odette licks her lips, tasting his tears on her mouth. As soon as Lyney finished his orgasm, her hands pull away, leaving him to catch his breath, more rapid than usual.

"Are you okay?" Odette questioned.

"Yeah, it's just…" Lyney pondered off, sighing as he wiped the tears away from his face. "I never thought I would be like this ever again."

"You are always safe with me," Odette reassured. "Now, get dressed. Your siblings may worry about you."

Lyney nods, stretching his arms with a hum escaping from him as Odette moved away so he could get up. As he did so, something popped into his mind while she stayed seated on the couch.

"By the way," Lyney began, "You didn't see the note in that origami bird."

"A note?" Odette questioned, "Well, let me clean my hand off first."

Odette left the room. Maybe the Fatui can wait on her for a moment.

Lyney stood in front of her, his legs slightly shaking, the cold giving the both of them chills, but she was used to the cold. Odette opens the origami bird and notices a small white paper inside of it.

Odette moves the origami bird somewhere else and opens the note. The note read about how he would like to take her out one day.

"So?" Lyney questioned, "What do you say, my dove?"

Odette ponders for a moment. She finds herself wanting to get closer to him, not like she had just ruined him earlier. They connect to one another perfectly, and they may help with the heavy burdens they must carry.

So, with a cold voice, yet it was full of slight eagerness, she finally gave her answer.

"Of course, Lyney."

a/n: finally done. i love my magician ballerina couple… reblogs are very very appreciated!!

[cogniris]

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[scaraphilia]

cw: afab!lohen (where's my trans lohen truther (thruster?) at), sub lohen, gn!reader (either has a dick or wears a strap), creampie, mention of breeding, we ALL getting that twink pregnant

boypussy!lohen, whose cunt throbs harder whenever you're being particularly mean to it. slap it, pinch his clit, pleaseee more-! it always makes him moan louder.

he lives for getting edged and overstimulated. plunge your fingers in his soggy walls, curl it deep, hit all the right spots all while using your thumb to stimulate the swollen nub... only to pull away completely when he's just about to cum, leaving him wet and clenching around emptiness? jokes on you, it only makes it all the more enjoyable for him <3

the vice captain loves any and every position that allows you to get deep inside him, but his favorite and go to ones in particular are the mating press; and the one where he gets his ass up in the air, face half pressed into the pillows and half turning to look at you with a delighted grin. his back would arch down into the mattress whenever you hit that sweet, sweet spot, hips instinctively (or perhaps, on purpose) raising up higher as if to get you to thrust even deeper and faster than you already are.

if you have a dick, oh he'd absolutely love it if you'd release inside of him. in fact, lohen encourages you to do it every time. a few times if possible! he loves the feeling of your hot, thick cum spurting inside his feverish cunt, your seed painting his gummy red walls into white and filling it to the brim until it's practically leaking out. he tried to keep it in, he swears! :( but ah, this just gives you more reasons to fill him 'n breed him up again, doesn't it? ♡

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[lluxionsm]

masterlist — character x reader

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genshin impact

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[lluxionsm]

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

fandom: genshin impact

relationship: albedo/dahlia

characters: albedo, dahlia

rating: nsfw (minors dni)

content warnings: dom! top! albedo, sub! bottom! dahlia, trans ftm albedo, trans ftm dahlia, t4t, established relationship, religious guilt, strap ons, strap in v, teasing, praise kink, cuddling

words: 1.6k

ao3

Dahlia could feel that dizziness wash over his body.

That guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach ached, as he stood in the side of the bedroom. A hand rested on his head to hold himself steady.

In his head, mind racing, he was crying and pleading Barbatos to forgive him. The guilt he could feel in his body made him sick to the core.

Albedo walks inside of their shared bedroom. Dahlia immediately perked up when he saw his lover walking up to him, arms delicately wrapping around his waist, his back pressed up against his front.

Albedo nuzzles his head into the crook of his neck, eyes closing as he basked in the embrace of his lover. Dahlia felt himself melt deeply into the touch, though he felt his eyes widen at something pressing into him from behind, like there was somethingpoking into him through his shorts.

Dahlia felt something hard press up against his ass, and his face warmed up before he could stop it. His hands moved over his lover's own hands.

"Are you wearing it?" Dahlia questioned, not even bothering to hide the desperation in his voice.

"Yes," Albedo answered, "I thought something must be troubling you, so I thought I could take care of you."

So he knows.

"Only if you would let me, that is." Albedo proposed.

"Of course," Dahlia spoke in a soft tone, his hips moving back towards his touch. "How could I say no to you?"

Albedo hummed into his neck, the vibrato of his voice rumbling against his skin. Dahlia had a vision—his Anemo Archon may be watching him commit some sins with his lover.

There it was again.

Albedo could tell that he had a lot of guilt with his religion. This isn't the first time this happened. Albedo kisses his neck, breathing against his skin, hot breath against his flesh sending shivers along his body.

"Relax, dearest," Albedo whispers against his embrace.

Dahlia flips himself around, facing his lover. His arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Albedo was taken aback from the slight move, but his hands tugged him closed to him by his waist, melting into his embrace.

Albedo wraps his arms around him as if he were hugging him, his lips feeling so familiar against his own soft lips. Dahlia's hands moved to cup his face, warm hands soaking into his embrace.

Albedo pulls away from the kiss briefly, leaving the both of them breathing heavily, the atmosphere around them shifting warmer.

"Take off your clothes for me," Albedo commands, to which Dahlia obliged, removing his hat and setting it to the side before removing his shorts.

Albedo was already shirtless, tape covering his chest. His shorts were pulled down, revealing his cock—well, fake cock attached to a harness—and he folded his shorts neatly before placing them on the side.

Albedo looked up, and was caught with the sight of Dahlia stripped of everything that he wore. His small chest especially caught his eye.

As they would both situate themselves on the bed, Dahlia welcomed Albedo home in between his legs, revealing his soaking wet cunt that glistened in whatever light there was left in the room.

Albedo grabs him by his waist and dips his head into the crook of his neck, kissing along his throat as he felt his thighs wrap around his waist.

Dahlia wraps his arms around his lover, basking in his embrace. He shifts his head ever so slightly so that he could kiss along his jawline, his lips soft against his skin.

Dahlia squirms against his wake, fingers clawing into his back, small whines escaping from him as his cunt throbbed against his wake.

Albedo turns Dahlia around on his stomach, and he immediately arches his back up, pushing himself against his lover. Yet, nothing slips inside of him, his core aching for touch.

Albedo's hands kneads his backside, trying to get him to relax. His soft lips pepper kisses along his nape, feeling him squirm under his embrace.

"Baby, please," Dahlia sputtered out, moving his hips back into his. "Stop teasing!"

"Tell me what you want, then." Albedo commanded, his voice whispering into his ear, his hot breath making him shiver.

"I…" Dahlia whimpered, trying not to let that guilt bubble over into him. "I… want you inside me."

"That's it," Albedo praised, aligning his tip to his awaiting entrance. "Good boy."

Slowly, agonizingly slowly—Albedo pushed his length deep inside of him. Dahlia was so wet, it slid in with ease. He tensed up at the feeling of something entering him, whimpering through his gritted teeth as pleasure took over his body, his lover barely doing anything to him.

Albedo bottomed his shaft out inside of him, watching his lover writhe below him, feeling the fake veins graze his walls so nicely. Dahlia buried his head into the pillow, his arms holding it closer to his face, rolling his hips back into his cock.

Albedo's hands gripped on to his hips, his fingertips clawing into his flesh. Dahlia squirms under him, feeling how big and deep he was inside of him. He briefly pulled out of him, then back inside of him, establishing a steady rhythm.

Albedo starts thrusting into him at a steady and even pace, listening to Dahlia's muffled moans that rung through his ears while he took care of his lover.

Albedo leans down, his head against his nape, hot breath tickling his skin, bending him further down into the mattress. He grips his hips tighter, threatening to leave bruising red hand marks on his skin.

Dahlia was rendered helpless against his thrusts—not like he minded—as he arches deeper into his wake. Albedo thrusts deeper into him, his tip grazing his sweet spot with almost every thrust.

Dahlia was breathless against the pillow, whispers of his name and whimpers escaping from him, muffled. He lets himself free from the pillow, turning his head to the side so he could breathe.

Dahlia looks back at Albedo, who admired his figure, how disheveled he looked beneath him. His arms were still wrapped around the pillow, fingers clawing into the material.

Dahlia hides his face once more, completely at his lover's mercy. That shame, that guilt he once felt—with every drag of his cock, it would slowly fade into nothing, as all that lingered on his mind was Albedo, and how he was making him feel so good.

Dahlia cried out as he felt him sped up his thrusts, pulling his hips back onto his shaft. Albedo watched him as he would lose himself on his cock, he always seemed curious about human pleasure, about his lover in general.

Maybe he was never meant to—

No. Albedo's seams are long past bursting. He was always meant to do this, to engulf himself in the embrace of his lover. Even if it meant distracting him from the guilt that bubbled over him.

Albedo sharply thrusts himself deeper into him, feeling him squirm and tremble under his wake. Dahlia's whimpers were more audible now, reverberating through his lover's ears and filling the room, along with skin slapping against skin.

Albedo's lips were flush against his pointed ear, hot breath giving him chills.

"You're so beautiful," Albedo whispers into his ear, voice reverberating through him.

Any move Albedo made would send shivers down his spine. A shrill whine of his name escaped from him with every drag of his cock, every praise he would give him making him shift closer to that release that he so desperately needed.

Barbatos will forgive him, right?

He has to.

Those thoughts tried to creep back into his mind, even as his pleasure crests higher, higher, closer to that climax that he could taste in the back of his throat.

"I love you," Dahlia cries, his voice a ruin where Albedo makes himself at home, as he repeats like a prayer to Barbatos himself, "I love you, I love you— aah!"

Albedo's face heats up. He was still leaned down close to him, his words reverberating through his mind as he responds, "I love you too, my dearest Dahlia."

Albedo still does nothing but take.

With one final sharp thrust of Albedo's hips, Dahlia comes apart on his cock. He trembles under his wake as that orgasm he felt ripped through his body, waves of overwhelming pleasure taking over his body.

Albedo works him through his high, thrusts softly slowing inside of him as his cunt flutters around his shaft, fingers clawing into whatever he could on the bed.

Dahlia's orgasm fades away, and Albedo slides his shaft out of him, which left him panting and body coated with sweat. With a snap, he unlocks the harness and places it somewhere to be cleaned up in the morning.

He's too exhausted to deal with that.

Albedo moves to lie next to his lover, who immediately rolls to his side to cling onto him, the aftershocks and glow of his orgasm beaming off of him.

Albedo moves to face him, and he wraps arms around his waist, whispering sweet nothings into his skin. His breathing slows against his skin, drifting off into slumber while the alchemist held him dearly.

Draping the blankets over the both of them, Albedo shuts off the lights and held him with his eyes still wide open, slowly growing heavier from the heat warming up their exposed bodies.

Until it's time to wake up, the two of them can bask in their embrace for a little while longer.

a/n: oughhh my rarepair slop. dahlia i miss you i miss you my baby come home pleek

[lluxionsm]

i can’t remember to forget you

fandom: genshin impact

relationship: sandrone/columbina

characters: sandrone, columbina

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

content warnings: stargazing, holding hands, kissing, some proximity, 6.7 event spoilers

words: 1.1k

ao3

Columbina couldn't be any more happier to have her beloved back with her.

She may have hid it well, but she couldn't get that moment out of her mind—the way Sandrone pulled her deep into that hug, dragging her back to her when she tried to pull away.

She remembers her delicate touches, still lingering on her body, as she would whisper into her skin—

"I'm here, Columbina."

Now she is back in Nod-Krai, walking around a place that shone with the moonlight, blue glowing flowers under her feet. She walks with a slight bound, humming a tune to herself.

But she couldn't get her out of her mind.

The moonlight glitters along the stars that twinkled in the sky, reflecting off of her body. Columbina opens her eyes briefly, staring at one of the blue, glowing flowers.

Columbina knelt down and brushed her hand against the petal of the flower, soft against her palm. She still couldn't get that voice out of her mind, telling her that she is back.

Familiar footsteps walked along the path towards her. Columbina perked up, looking up at who may be walking towards her.

"What are you doing?" The voice questioned, looking down at her. It was Sandrone.

Columbina's eyes softened at the sight of her beloved standing above her, looking down at her with a soft expression on her face.

"I was just waiting for you," Columbina responded, standing herself up.

"Of course you were," Sandrone replied, her arms crossing.

Columbina steps closer towards her, which makes her perk up, the key on her back spinning faster ever so slightly. A delicate hand brushed up against her face, her skin feeling slightly different compared to anyone else's.

"Come watch the stars with me, Sandrone," Columbina proposes, her name rolling off of her tongue beautifully.

"Fine. But we need to be quick." Sandrone spoke, softly leaning into her touch, arms falling from being crossed before.

Columbina grabs a hold of one of Sandrone's hands, dragging her towards a field thats well away from everything and everyone else. Just reserved for the two of them.

And the two of them alone.

Sandrone felt herself be dragged by her goddess, a touch too hard. There was a slight pep in her step, trying to catch up to her.

Eventually, they reach the place where Columbina wanted the both of them to be at. They immediately sit themselves down on the ground, the grass tickling their skin.

Columbina's hand doesn't let free, the grip gets tighter. Sandrone holds her hand back, basking in her touch.

Columbina stares up at the sky. She could make out indistinct constellations with them, her eyes moving to shape them.

Sandrone gazes down at Columbina's hand, still holder her own hand tight. She moves closer towards her goddess, a feeling of safety, something she has always hidden from her, washed over her body, as she basked in her embrace.

Columbina shifts her attention towards Sandrone, but she didn't take her eyes off of the stars. With her delicate finger, Sandrone draws shapes into her palm.

Columbina shivered, but she does not protest. In fact, she is more curious about what she was drawing into her skin. She paid close attention to what she was writing into her palm.

What she could make out, was Sandrone spelling her name into her palm with her finger, ending it with a heart.

Columbina perked up, but she does not say anything. She just keeps looking up into the sky.

"You could tell what I wrote on you, right?" Sandrone whispers. "I can see right through you, Columbina."

Their hands let free for a brief moment, which left Sandrone feeling disappointed from the loss of contact. Instead, she was met with her goddess' hand brush up against her cheek.

"Sandrone, can I kiss you?"

Sandrone felt herself perk up at the question. Columbina cups her cheek into her hand, and without hesitation, she leans into the touch.

"Come here," Sandrone spoke sternly, dragging Columbina into her embrace.

Columbina felt her stomach drop, as her lips were pressed up against Sandrone's own lips. They felt so familiar, it hurt her heart. Her hands held her face, shivering as she felt her arms wrap around her waist.

Sandrone pulls her closer to her, basking herself into that warmth that she loved so dearly. Her hands would travel along her body, tugging her deeper into her.

They let free from that short lived kiss, and Columbina didn't stop there. With her face still in her hands, she kisses along the sides of her face.

Sandrone felt her soft lips pepper kisses along her face, while her warm hands held her in place. Her eyes turned away from her, and she could tell she was enjoying herself.

"You're so annoying," Sandrone pondered, a hint of enjoyment in her voice.

Columbina pulls away for a brief moment, her face still held in her hands.

"You love it," Columbina teased, a giggle escaping from her after she finished her words.

Columbina's touch pulls away from her face, and Sandrone seemed a little disappointed from the loss, her touch still lingering on her face. She watched intently as she stared back up into the stars.

Sandrone never stared at the stars. All her focus shifted towards Columbina all along. And not once did she even try to look away, not once did she stare into the stars just like her goddess did.

"Look," Columbina beamed, "Aren't they beautiful?"

Sandrone shifts her vision to the stars and the big, gleaming moon in the sky. Nothing ever compared to Columbina's beauty, to her. Sure, she can be annoying at times, especially during her time in the Fatui, but she still had that overwhelming love for her, deep in the bottom of her heart.

No amount of annoyance would change that.

"You're more beautiful," Sandrone replied. Immediately, she could feel her face warm up before she could stop it.

Columbina perks up, and gazes into her bright blue eyes. Her face softens, a smile painting on her pretty face.

"Really?" Columbina whispers.

"Yeah, really," Sandrone spoke, her voice arrogant.

Columbina takes both of Sandrone's hands into hers, her grip on them tight. She felt her reluctantly hold them back, that same warm touch that she loved so much coming back to her.

Both of them flop down into the ground, their hands still holding each other's, staring into each other's gaze.

Columbina can't take her eyes off of her. She still couldn't believe that she had returned. She was happy—no, ecstatic, to have her dearest back with her.

"Are you leaving anytime soon, Sandrone?" Columbina questioned.

"Of course not," Sandrone replied, "I'm here to stay, Columbina. I'm not going anywhere."

As they rot together under the pale moonlight, they giggle to each other, talking about whatever they had in mind while their hands did not stop intertwining anytime soon.

They stared into each other's eyes, their gaze not leaving the other's. Maybe this is a date to remember until the end of time.

Perfectly imperfect, they are.

a/n: thats another one posted. i need to weite more of them… ugh. reblogs appreciated!!

[lluxionsm]

i know it’s pain (but i really want it so bad)

fandom: genshin impact

relationship: lohen/linnea

characters: lohen, linnea

rating: nsfw (minors dni)

content warnings: brief albedo & celaeno mention, top! linnea, bottom! lohen, trans mtf linnea, trans ftm lohen, t4t, aphrodisiacs, consensual drugging, fingering, p in v, creampie, getting together

words: 2k

ao3

Linnea looks down at the cider that Lohen gave her. It looked slightly off colored. But she didn't think too much of it, because his drink looked the same color as hers.

They're non alcoholic, so does it matter?

Linnea took the cup to her lips, pouring the drink into her mouth. She doesn't even notice Lohen looking at her like she's a present to unravel, drowned out by the abyss of her gaze.

As Linnea swallowed the drink, her eyes dart to Lohen's own crimson eyes—dead, drowned out of any light he had left, as if she were looking into a corpse—and she reads him, noticing how he looked at her.

Not like Linnea caught him slipping a drug in both of their drinks from afar. She didn't even bother to stop him—she needed to see what kind of effect that it would leave on her.

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Whatever she drank, he had to slip a sedative in them just to get a mere reaction from her.

That reaction was different from what she had consumed from him in the past.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll start thinking you're up to something," Linnea remarked, taking another sip of her drink.

Outside of the Angel's Share, they sat on the table directly outside, right by the door and where the missing person posters were hung up at. Lohen huffed out a laugh at her words, his head resting on his hand.

"I'm not up to anything, birdie," Lohen teased, finally taking a sip out of his own drink before staring at her again.

Linnea's wings twitched ever so slightly, feeling something bubble within her. Suddenly, the whole atmosphere was burning hot, face heating with a rosy blush. She felt blood rushing in between her legs.

"Lohen," Linnea breathed, "Where did you get it?"

Lohen did know that she caught him, after all. Yet, she was still willing to drink it.

"Oh, just from an old friend in Dragonspine…" Lohen hummed, tapping his fingers on the wood.

Lohen couldn't keep his eyes off of her, already looking deshiveled and bothered. It already had him salivating, rubbing his thighs together. The aphrodisiac had an immediate effect, the strength depending on how much was consumed.

Lohen also felt the effects kick in for him, not as strong as her effects, but enough to get him riled up. He had pushed her buttons long enough.

"We can't be here," Linnea whispers. "Not like this."

Lohen let out a teasing chuckle, his voice filled with arousal as he spoke, "Then why don't I take you somewhere more private?"

As they walked away from the city, they entered a vacant bedroom. It was in the middle of nowhere, but the bed was nice enough.

The door barely clicked shut before Linnea's hands are all over him, tugging him closer to her by his waist. Their bodies laid flush against one another's, his front against hers, basking into their embrace.

"Eager already?" Lohen purred, sighing as he felt her soft lips against the crook of his neck.

"Your fault," Linnea whispered against his skin, pulling him closer into her wake.

Lohen grabs her and pulls her into a kiss, full of his hunger for her. Linnea's wings flutter ever so slightly, feeling his hands pull her closer to him by her head. She lets go of his waist out of pure surprise, but she eventually melts into the kiss.

Lohen's lips felt so familiar, it hurt her heart. As he drew her closer, he felt her arms snake around his body, pulling him closer to her. That kiss was full of their desperation for warmth, their hunger for one another. That drug sure did work for the both of them.

The heat that took over the atmosphere they were in—along with their shared body heat—became way too intense to ignore. They pull away from the kiss, their heavy breaths taking over the space.

"Strip," Linnea commanded, her voice breathy from the kiss.

"Anything for you," Lohen responded, their bodies no longer intertwining together.

Linnea intently watched as he stripped himself of anything he wore. As he stripped himself down, many layers of clothing being draped somewhere on the floor haphazardly, Linnea removed all her clothes as well.

It'd be unfair to him if she didn't.

As many minutes passed, unbelievable amounts of clothing being removed from them, their eyes wandering to certain places on each other's bodies, they were now stripped and exposed to one another.

"Come on, sweetheart," Lohen purred, "Let's do what we came here for."

Lohen was the first to lie down on the bed, watching Linnea's wings twitch with anticipation. She situates herself in between his legs, her face heating up fast at the sight of him at her mercy, color rising before she could stop it.

Linnea's hand presses against his chest, fingertips moving over the scars under his chest, trailing the tips of her fingers along his body, curious to see what kind of reactions she could wrench from him.

Lohen was already soaking wet, throbbing from the drug. Linnea's fingers brushed up against his enlarged clit, which was swollen with need, and he lets out a wanton whine from the sudden touch.

Linnea's fingers trail along his soaked cunt, her fingers becoming coated in his slick. Those same fingers slip inside of his cunt, two at once, index and middle fingers accompanying each other. Lohen gasped, muscles tensing at the sudden feeling of her fingers entering him.

"Fuck," Lohen hissed, feeling her slender fingers slowly take over his insides.

Lohen was wet enough for her fingers to slide inside of him with ease, his walls tight and wet around her digits. She just couldn't help but wonder how his walls would feel around her cock.

Linnea started thrusting, not even giving him a moment to adjust. Her thumb brushes up against his swollen clit, pressing it against the bundle of nerves. Lohen winced, hips rolling into her hand.

Linnea's fingers hooked inside of him, curling into that spot that would sweep him off of his feet. His back arches clean off of the mattress, moans spilling freely from his slightly parted lips, which makes Linnea's wings flutter and face warm up from hearing those pretty sounds he would let out for her.

Lohen rolls his hips against her fingers, burying them deeper inside of him. Her thumb rubs his clit every time her fingers thrusted inside of him, scissoring and curling them inside of him.

As Linnea watched him unravel, her cock became achingly hard, throbbing hotly. She tried so, so hard to hold herself back. But watching him writhe and squirm, listening to him call out that pet name he likes to annoy her with, she couldn't wait any longer.

Linnea pulls away, fingers drenched in his slick, which left Lohen whining in between his heavy breaths without even meaning to.

"Why'd you stop?" Lohen asked, a slight taunting voice behind his question.

"I can't wait any longer," Linnea replied, aligning the tip of her cock to his awaiting entrance, whispering in a quiet voice, "Need to feel you."

Linnea pushes her length deep inside of his cunt, wrenching a gasp from his lips. She also gasped at how warm and tight he felt around her cock, her hands moving to hold on to his hips for stability.

Linnea's cock bottomed out deep inside of him, whimpers falling freely from her slightly parted lips as the feeling of his walls enveloping her shaft took over her mind. His thighs trembled, legs wrapping around her waist.

Linnea established a steady rhythm, pulling her cock out of him and back inside of him again. Lohen's legs hooked around her waist, pushing her closer to him and burying her cock deeper inside of him.

Linnea lets her hands free from his waist, draping herself over his shivering body, hoisting herself over him by her arms, her hands on either sides of his face. Her thrusts do not slow nor stop, instead they pick up the pace, speeding up ever so slightly.

Lohen's hands wrap around the back of her neck, his fingers threading through her pink hair, watching her wings flutter in anticipation once more. He's letting his moans flow free, taking over whatever space they were in.

"Am I doing good?" Linnea questioned, her voice breathy.

"Yes!" Lohen wailed, moaning in between his words when her tip grazed his sweet spot. "Just don't stop, fuck…"

That was all the encouragement Linnea needed. As that animalistic craving from the aphrodisiac took over her, her thrusts did not falter. His cunt tightened around her cock, which caused her to shiver above him.

Linnea sped up her thrusts, fucking him at an animalistic pace, the both of them finally being able to get off properly. Their heavy breaths and whimpers filled the room, both of them chasing each other's pleasure.

Every time Lohen would call her name, whispers of "fuck" in between his moans and whimpers, it would only send sharp white hot jolts of pleasure along her body.

Linnea admired how deshiveled he looked under her, their eyes making deep eye contact. Lohen's back arched clean off of the bed, his stomach tensing with every thrust, her body slamming against his, pressed flush against each other.

One of Lohen's hands moved down to one of her breasts, groping the flesh in his hand, pinching her perked up nipple in between his fingers. Linnea whines at the sudden sensation, her cock twitching inside of him in approval, with him letting out a soft giggle before moaning again.

Linnea's cock dripped a bead of clear fluid inside of him, whimpering as she felt her orgasm build up, feeling like her body is on fire. Her sounds shifted in pitch, her shaft twitching inside of him once more, signaling her awaiting release.

It would all soon be too much for Lohen—way too much. Especially when she's thrusting in and out of him so good, it'll all make him see the views of Celestia itself.

Lohen moans out as he felt his orgasm build up, his cunt fluttering around her cock, which drives Linnea even closer to the edge. He moans in between his heavy breaths without even meaning to, feeling a pool of heat pit into his stomach.

"Close," Linnea gasped, feeling her orgasm creep up on her.

"Do it inside," Lohen pleaded, feeling that pleasure inside of him crest higher, higher.

Lohen's orgasm hits him like a slap to the face, his back arching clean off of the bed as his thighs shook around her waist, trembling apart under her embrace, arms wrapping around her.

As Linnea felt him come undone around her, she couldn't help but follow, her orgasm taking over her as she whined, thick white ropes spurting inside of him, painting his walls.

Linnea tries her hardest to work him through his orgasm, her own pleasure fading into overstimulation. Lohen flopped back down onto the bed, his head thrown back.

Linnea pulls her cock out of him, seeing some of her release bead at his entrance. The effects of the aphrodisiac seemed to have weakened. As they both caught their breaths, Linnea felt a sense of awkwardness take over her.

"So…" Linnea trailed off, "That happened."

"Yeah," Lohen panted, "What are we?"

"Um…" Linnea slowly pondered, "Official? I guess?"

Lohen can't help that giggle that escaped from him. She's too adorable.

Linnea knew that her sister wouldn't approve of their relationship. But she tries not to think about that right now.

"If you insist," Lohen taunted, "Why don't we stay here tonight?"

"Sure!" Linnea beamed.

As they situated themselves, Linnea wraps her arms around Lohen's waist, his back facing her front. She moves closer to him, head burying into him, breathing against his skin. Linnea always needed something to hold on to while she slept.

As the moon dawned and the stars dimmed, indistinct moonlight flashed through the window. Linnea fell asleep while she held on to him.

This did change a lot between them. But neither of them minded. It was all thanks to that aphrodisiac.

a/n: new fic layout which is making me reupload all my fics bc tumblr is a BITCH. anyway topnea supremacy! reblogs appreciated!

[cursed-carmine]

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[idiorgrl]

arlecchino being a sub is something i wanna see badly

she needs rough sex for it to feel good, needs you to tie her up till she can’t move even the slightest. a vibrator pressed against her clit as a big strap stretched her cunt, feeling the fake veins drag against her walls and the tip kissing her cervix opening

but that’s only when she’s well behaved and spoiling you with goods, during punishment it can cause some bleeding here and there

thick red ropes restricting her movement as she was placed with her head smushed into the pillow and ass in the air. deep red marks littered her ass from the whipping earlier, the skin is still throbbing and warm but that’s exactly how arlecchino likes it

but this is punishment she’s not supposed to like it that much, so holding just a vibratory against her clit will have her squirming and moaning but it’s not enough. she might start hinting she wants your fingers or strap but you ignore that, turning up the volume on the vibrator

she knows that you know she won’t be able to come like this, can’t even touch herself to give the pleasure she desperately wants. when you think she’s finally learner her lesson you bring her first orgasm of the night out

fingers hitting at the spongy spot in her cunt, drool soaking into the pillow below as her hole convulses around your fingers. finally she’s able to relax, body slumping against the sheets, eyes dazed and heavy panting coming from her

her head clears a little when you start running your hand through her hair, seipining her bangs away to give a kiss to her sweaty forehead

“next time don’t be late for our date <3”

I LIVE LAUGH LOVE ARLECCHINO 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[lluxionsm]

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i mainly write character x character, but i do occasionally write character x reader if i have a good idea. i post fics whenever i am able.

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i write my readers with any gender or anatomy. for smut, i ONLY write top reader. this includes dom top and sub top reader. i mainly write for the ladies, but i do write for men also.

i will add more if i think of anything.

i write nsfw and sfw for the following:

genshin impact: diluc, jean, mona, venti, albedo, eula, varka, lohen, kaeya, lisa, rosaria, dahlia, keqing, zhongli, ganyu, xiao, hu tao, shenhe, yelan, baizhu, xianyun, zibai, beidou, ningguang, yanfei, kazuha, ayaka, yoimiya, raiden ei, kokomi, itto, yae miko, ayato, chiori, mizuki, kujou sara, shinobu, heizou, kirara, tighnari, cyno, nilou, scaramouche, alhaitham, dehya, candace, layla, faruzan, kaveh, sethos, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, furina, navia, clorinde, emilie, escoffier, lynette, charlotte, chevreuse, mualani, kinich, xilonen, chasca, citlali, mavuika, varesa, ororon, ifa, ineffa, lauma, flins, nefer, columbina, linnea, jahoda, illuga, childe, arlecchino, sandrone, skirk, nicole, odette, alyosha

alien stage: mizi, sua, hyuna, ivan, till, luka

[gabbyp09]

[kurogane2512]

I dont know if ur requests are open at the moment so feel free to ignore this .. but if they are, could i request fem top reader x bottom nicole where reader just straps her down while shes sobbing from pleasure. shes so cute i need her under me so badly

For a minute I was confused which Nicole you meant cause I have been playing zzz recently then realized I dont write for zzz lmao 😭

I will just say I dont know Nicole too well cause I only met her in like 1-2 quests before I deleted the game, I haven't even completed Nod Krai aq so yeah

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Nicole x fem!reader

Type: Smut

Nicole had that look again, the one where her eyes narrowed just slightly, her lips pursed in a way that suggested she was holding back laughter. She leaned against the edge of your desk, arms crossed, watching as your pen hovered over a half-finished report. The afternoon light from the window caught the gold flecks in her irises, making them glint like she knew something you didn’t.

"Give me another hour, Nicole. I need to get these documents verified for the Grand Master."

Her eyes gleamed as she hummed in amusement then circled the desk and stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"You have been working since morning, it's almost afternoon now." she voiced in your head, pressing her cheek to yours.

The warmth of her cheek against yours was distracting, intentionally so. You could feel her lips curve into a smirk before she pressed a light kiss just below your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"Nicole…." you muttered, forcing your grip on the pen to tighten, "You're not playing fair."

She pouted before releasing you and standing back up, "Hmph, I took out the time to visit you and you are just ignoring me~"

Well, you couldn't deny you had been distracted since the past 30 minutes as Nicole couldn't give up her teasing, always whispering certain things in your head. Perhaps it was time to give her what she needed….

"Mmmh! Aaahn—!~"

The moment Nicole let out that first shocked moan, you knew she hadn’t seen this coming. Her wrists were pinned above her head, her thighs trembling against your hips as you rocked into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The strap-on wasn’t even fully sheathed inside her yet, but already her breath came in shallow hitches, her fingers twitching against your grip.

“Oh— ngh!~” she gasped, her head tipping back into the pillows as you finally bottomed out.

Her back arched, the fabric of her dress rucked up around her waist, and for once, she wasn’t the one in control. The sight of her like this, flushed and unraveling, sent a thrill through you that had nothing to do with the strap’s harness tightening around your hips.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" you murmured, giving a single hard thrust and making her buck up.

"Yes… yes… more!~" she cried out in your head, her angelic voice making you tremble and pound harder.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you settled into a punishing rhythm, the bedframe creaking in protest beneath you. Every snap of your hips had her toes curling, her nails digging into the sheets where you’d finally released her wrists. She was a mess, her usual composure shattered with lips parted, eyes glazed and her thighs slick where they clung to you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you into a messy kiss, tongues dancing as she moaned incoherent sounds.

You broke the kiss just to watch her unravel further, savoring the way her brows knitted together in pleasure, the way her chest heaved with every breath. She was breathtaking like this— completely undone and completely yours. Her nails clawed down your back, leaving red lines as she threw her head back when your pelvis hit her clit, the toy somehow burying even deeper.

"I-Is that all you got, darling? Aaah— give me more~" she challenged, her voice resounding in your head again.

You groaned and pulled out for a moment, making her whimper, then flipped her on her stomach. She gasped in pleasure, her face flush against the pillow while her hips remained high for you. She looked at you over her shoulder, her lips curling in a smirk as she wiggled her ass.

"Oh? Now we are talking~" she taunted in your head.

You gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into soft flesh before slamming back inside. Her moan was muffled into the pillow, her body jerking forward from the force. You didn't give her time to recover and just set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her moans turning into breathless sobs.

Nicole's legs trembled, her knees buckling slightly as you drove into her with relentless precision. Each thrust hit that sweet spot inside her, making her thighs quiver and her toes curl. Her usual teasing demeanor was completely gone, replaced with raw, unfiltered pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her chest into the mattress as she gasped your name incoherently out loud, her voice breaking on the syllables.

"So good…. my darling…. Aaahn…yes….!~" she sobbed, speaking in your head again.

You leaned forward, pressing your chest against her back as you continued to pound into her. Your lips brushed her ear, whispering teasingly, "You sound so pretty like this, just falling apart for me~"

She whined, her body jerking beneath you as you hit a particularly deep angle. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure. Every movement was deliberate and calculated, each stroke designed to wring another broken moan from her lips. She was slick, swollen, clenching around the toy so tightly you could feel it through the harness.

"Mm! Close— Y/n!~" she spoke in your head, her hips thrusting back in sync with you.

You smirked against her shoulder, nipping lightly at the skin there.

"Yeah? Gonna come for me already?"

Your pace didn't falter, if anything, you drove harder into her, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet room. Nicole's breath hitched, her body tensing beneath you as she let out a shuddering moan, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. You squeezed her butt with one hand and reached around with the other, rubbing her clit in time with your thrusts.

The moment your fingers made contact, her whole body jerked violently. She squealed, her voice breaking as her eyes rolled back, her walls clenching around the toy inside her in rhythmic pulses. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her moans turning into desperate sobs as she trembled beneath you. You didn't let up, continuing to pump into her, drawing out her climax until she was whimpering and twitching from oversensitivity.

Nicole's body went slack against the mattress, her chest heaving as aftershocks still pulsed through her. Her fingers twitched weakly against the tangled sheets, and when she finally managed to lift her head, her usually sharp eyes were hazy with exhaustion. A strand of blonde hair stuck to her damp forehead, and you brushed it away with a satisfied chuckle.

"Now, will you let me work?"

She could only nod, and you pulled out then helped her rest.

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