𑣲ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 ᥲ⍴һіᥱ ͡꒱ ۫𖹭

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა 𝄞⨾ ˢᵉʳᵃᵖʰᵉˡˡᵉAphie ♪ Bina 𝜗ᴗ‸ᴗ)𓏼 𝒢℘ 𓍢ִ໋𝄢 Illuga Lohen & Medpocket 𖹭 " °. • ᴺᵒⁿˢʰᵃʳⁱⁿᵍG͟a͟c͟h͟i͟k͟o͟i͟ ˖◛⁺⑅♡ Rentry┈➤ 𝅄 lovey-u ^. .^₎Ⳋ ·̩͙།† ͝ ︶ ͝ ⏝ ͝ ︶ ͝ †། ·̩͙

[lonelylovesvenus]

' 𝓘'𝓶 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓝oir 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓨ou're 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓛ight '

𓂃 𝄞⨾࣪ ۫𓂅 darling aphie / bina . ⟢ ‎

angel they﹔any 𓍢ִ໋𝄢

intp 4w5 - faesari — 海の天使 ︵︵

꒰ ᩧ𓈒pan-cupioromantic ⁄⁄͈ . ᴗ͈) ㅤ 　　꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ 16-17 ˖ ͟♥︎ nonshare-lean yume 𓎟𓎟

doubles dni unless we're close as I've had bad experiences with doubles^^ Ty<3

𝜗ৎ I'm a very busy student unfortunately, but I do my best splitting my time ^^ and do check my Rentry for more info

ㅤ꒰ ͜͝ ✿ ͜͝ ꒱ ㅤ࣪ㅤ 🪽 ㅤ𝅄 ㅤlovey-u ㅤ݃ ㅤ࣭ㅤ ෬ᩍഒ #lonelyvenus

𓂃 𝄞⨾ graphs Nf2u ♪ Intro 𝜗O×O) 𓏼 𝒢℘ 𓍢ִ໋𝄢

Illuga Lohen & Medpocket 𖹭 " ≧ ❀ ｡ yume jirai tenshi — 海の天使 ︵︵

Dividers made by ㅤ: me ꒰ ͜͝ ✿ ͜͝ ꒱ ㅤ࣪ㅤ 🪽

[harmonialynn]

"L-Lohen?" I gasped, "what're you doing?!"

He was sprawled across the dining table, careless of the wine glasses he'd knocked over. The fabric of his clothes was splayed out beneath him, and his blue hair fell delicately over his brows.

"I thought you might've been hungry," he said, smirking. He stretched his arms above his head and sighed. "Come here... have a bite."

Then I proceeded to lecture him about climbing on top of the furniture, all the while he stared at me with an amused expression, like I was just a pretty thing to him.

[eepylohen]

a little entertainment

lohen x reader

summary: lohen got punished with the quietest post in camp, where nothing ever happens. he would have died of boredom — if you hadn't already been there. now he's starting to think varka did him a favor. 

topics: russian roulette, lohen being a freak & down really bad, reader is lightkeeper, sexual tension, a little bit nsfw (mentions of masturbation & sexual thoughts, masochism, gunplay)

english is not my first language. please tell me if i got something wrong. thank you!

"This is so fucking boring," Lohen groaned, lying on his back and rubbing his face with one hand. With the other he toyed with his knife, hoping that eventually his body would betray him and not let him catch the sharp edge in time, letting it sink into his flesh. The worst thing Varka could have done to him was station him somewhere where absolutely nothing happens. "Talk to me, nightingale."

The watch duty he'd been given as punishment for a certain tiny violation took place at the position closest to the camp. It was the last line of defense, meaning the chance of anything happening here was exactly zero — especially on a warm, quiet night like this one. Normally at this hour he'd have free time; he'd be wreaking havoc in enemy camps. But instead… well.

The only consolation was you. You and Lohen had known each other for a few years, ever since the Knights of Favonius and the Lightkeepers had signed their alliance treaty. What you knew about him was that he was a goddamn freak, a killing machine, and for some reason — terribly fond of you. Perhaps because you personally went out of your way to avoid him whenever possible, so the more you showed your distaste, the harder he tried to get closer to you. Like a moth to a flame.

Lohen loved to tease you because you had a saintly patience, and that made him terribly excited at the thought of the day you'd finally lose your footing. He wanted to see you furious so badly that sometimes, before falling asleep, he'd fantasize about how you might react. Completely shamelessly, he'd slide his hand into his trousers thinking about you slapping him in frustration, then finish on his own fingers while imagining your trembling breath and perhaps tears on your flushed cheeks.

Tonight he'd probably sin again, staining your image in his filthy mind — but for now, he needed to whine a little to finally get your attention.

While he was practically writhing with boredom, you sat calmly reading snezhnayan literature. You loved when this particular watch shift came around; it was one of the rare moments when you could truly rest and do things you otherwise never had time for. The watchtower sat in a perfectly quiet spot — not too far from the forest and not too far from camp, but still remote enough that no one would catch you slacking. Hardly anyone ever checked on you here. Although absorbed in your book, you remained alert enough that in case of danger you could react quickly and warn your companions.

At least, that's usually how it went. Today you had to put up with Lohen.

"You should have behaved like a proper knight," you replied, trying to hide your amusement. It worked on Lohen immediately — he lifted his eyes to look at the corners of your mouth turning up, and a smile spread automatically across his face as well.

"Are you saying I'm not honorable?" He sat up and rested his elbow on his knee, propping his cheek against his palm, looking at you with that usual intensity of his. With a sigh, you closed your book. So much for relaxing.

"I didn't say that, Lohen," you replied, rolling your eyes. Still, you knew perfectly well that Lohen shouldn't be judged solely on his… fighting style. Against all appearances, he was an excellent knight who always looked out for the safety of his companions and the people around him. "You could just be decent sometimes."

Lohen snorted and straightened up. He glanced at the star-filled sky for a moment — and even that long, it wasn't nearly as interesting as you. He turned his gaze back to you, but you didn't return his attention.

"No fun at all," he sighed, feeling the crushing boredom settle back into his bones. He really wasn't made for sitting in one place, let alone staying quiet. You had absolutely no idea how to keep him occupied enough to leave you in peace — until, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the gun at his belt, and suddenly an idea came to you.

A risky idea.

But a little entertainment never hurt anyone, right?

"Can I see your gun?" you asked, looking at him seriously.

Lohen perked up immediately, genuinely surprised by your question, before a thrilled smirk spread across his face. He reached for the weapon at once, twirling it casually the way he often did.

"Do you want to shoot me?" Lohen moved a little closer, placing the gun in your hands — and naturally used the opportunity to hold them for even just a moment. You were so focused on examining the weapon that you didn't even notice him gently rubbing your skin with his thumb, until you pulled your hands back to take a closer look at the pistol yourself. "I'd think carefully about that if I were you. To me, that's practically a marriage proposal, nightingale."

You didn't answer, too absorbed in your own thoughts as you popped the magazine out and spilled the rounds.

Not a single drop of romance in you, was there? He sighed.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" you asked, looking at him.

Lohen's eyes widened, and his heart beat a little faster.

The worst thing you could do to him was ask him that while holding his own gun. He swallowed, his eyes trembling with excitement and arousal.

"What kind of game?"

"Snezhnayan roulette," you answered calmly.

You stood up, and so did he — like an obedient little dog.

"This really is a marriage proposal."

"What?"

"I mean — Fuck, yes. I want to play," he laughed, a little too pleased with himself. "I just never expected that you would ever… suggest something like this."

You laughed, shaking your head.

It was true — this was probably out of character for you. You had always kept your distance from things like this, considering them utterly stupid and dangerous. But you did live in Nordkrai, didn't you? Sometimes everyone needed a little adrenaline in their life.

You tossed the round into the air, and Lohen's gaze locked onto it. A moment later you snapped it into the magazine, spun the cylinder, and leveled the gun at him.

Lohen's heart was pounding so uncontrollably fast at the sight that he could swear he was about to faint. Even in his own fantasies, it had never crossed his mind to imagine something so beautiful.

"I don't need to explain the rules, do I?" you asked, tossing him the gun. As you stepped back, he caught you with his free hand, pulling you by the waist and drawing you closer. You rolled your eyes, your hands instinctively pressing against his chest to push him away at least a little.

But Lohen was far stronger. You'd always known that. And maybe that's why it was foolish of you to openly display your distaste for him instead of pretending to be fond of him — you wouldn't want him as your enemy in any lifetime.

Slowly, he dragged the gun along your neck up to your temple. Completely sure of himself, he watched your reaction, then raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled as to why you still weren't trembling in his arms.

Although Lohen had fantasized about you countless times, he had just realized it had never occurred to him to imagine himself hurting you. Apart from sexual degradation and sadistic scenarios, he had never thought about seriously wounding you. While you could kick him, torture him, press your boot to his throat, or even run a knife through him — it was never mutual.

If he'd never desired your fear, why did he now feel disappointed that you weren't gazing up at him pleadingly, like a little doe caught by a cruel hunter?

Your eyes held only irritation, and your body — smaller and more delicate than his, especially within his arms — remained steady. He felt only your discomfort at the closeness between you. Nothing more.

His smile twisted back into a manic curl, and his eyes seemed to brighten.

"Hm. Since you proposed the game yourself, I should have expected you wouldn't fold immediately," he laughed — and, taking advantage of the brief distraction his sudden words caused, pressed the trigger while shifting the angle of the barrel so that in the worst case he'd startle you, not hit you.

Click.

Empty chamber. You yanked the gun from his hand and kicked him while he was focused on the shot. Lohen snickered, feeling warmth pool low in his abdomen, and crossed his arms.

"Your turn, pretty thing." He stepped closer — with that goddamn smile of his — close enough for the muzzle to touch his chest when you aimed at him.

That goddamn freak…

He didn't break eye contact for a single moment, staring at you as though you were the best thing that had ever happened to him. His fingers gently wrapped around yours at the trigger, encouraging you to fire — but the whole thing felt so frighteningly intimate that you couldn't move. Heat flooded through you and you swallowed heavily, yet you showed no sign of hesitation, only… a need to stay like this a little longer.

If Lohen weren't clearly deriving such enormous pleasure from the situation, you might have felt — just for a moment — as though you were the one in control. But of course he had no intention of allowing that. It was unnerving, the way Lohen could give the impression of being the hunter even when he was the one in danger.

"How long are you going to make me wait before you pull the trigger, nightingale?"

Click.

Empty chamber. Either you'd misheard, or something like a stifled groan had escaped Lohen's lips. You pressed the gun back into his hands and rolled your eyes.

"You're too impatient. Don't you know the whole point is the tension?" you replied, crossing your arms, while Lohen circled around you, laughing with delight as he caught you from behind with an arm around your shoulders.

You were starting to regret ever coming up with this idea, because so far Lohen was making effective use of your little game as an excuse to put his hands all over you. This time, instead of pushing him away, you stayed unmoved.

Lohen clearly didn't like that — using the barrel under your chin, he tilted your face toward his. You felt his breath against your cheek, which produced an odd tightening in your stomach. Another thing you absolutely couldn't stand about the vice-captain was that he was devastatingly attractive.

Unfortunately, he ruined it all the moment he opened his mouth.

"And what am I doing right now?" he replied, pressing the muzzle beneath your chin.

"But when I—"

Click.

Empty chamber, again. He'd interrupted you mid-sentence so you wouldn't notice him shifting the barrel. You didn't even flinch when he fired. Lohen raised an eyebrow, and just as he was about to say something, you snatched the gun from his hand and spun sharply to face him, his hands settling on your hips with the movement.

You grabbed him by the choker and pressed the muzzle to his temple. He licked his lips, visibly delighted by your rough initiative. It was exactly as he had always dreamed — without realizing it, you were losing your patience, your irritation no doubt deepened by the fact that this whole thing had been your idea to begin with.

You had never been this close, face to face. A faint flush bloomed on Lohen's cheeks as you stared him down with an intense, annoyed gaze. The expression on his face was almost blissful, wistful even.

"Nightingale—"

Click.

Empty chamber. You stepped back and handed him the gun, waiting for his turn.

That was the fourth of six. Not good. Maybe he really should have listened to your advice about building tension, because now that they were nearing the end, he assumed you'd give up any moment. He smiled with a quiet exhale, spinning the gun around his finger.

"Shall we play again after this?"

"We haven't even finished this round," you replied, rolling your eyes — but a smile tugged involuntarily at your lips. "Unless you're surrendering, Lohen?"

He shook his head and tapped the muzzle against his own temple before aiming at you from a distance. Throughout the whole game he'd tried to appear relaxed when his turn came, but every time he made absolutely sure he would never fire a bullet into you. Up close, that was significantly harder — which was exactly why he kept throwing you off balance, so you wouldn't notice him shifting the barrel's angle. And if he ever felt the familiar vibration of a real shot, that was why he kept his hands on you: to pull you safely against him.

You, however, were taking the game entirely seriously, aiming at him without mercy every time — and fuck — that was so unbearably hot that if he weren't trying to stay alert, he'd already have a very obvious problem in his trousers.

"No, sweetheart."

He aimed. From your perspective it might look like he was pointing straight at you — but as an experienced sharpshooter, he knew perfectly well he'd miss.

Click.

Empty chamber.

Lohen smiled. He tossed the gun back to you, expecting to hear you surrender any moment — and yet the corners of your mouth lifted. He furrowed his brow as you raised the pistol and aimed.

"Any last words, Lohen?" you threatened playfully, and he laughed.

"Death at your hands is a pleasure, my lady," he replied with equal theatricality, crossing his arms.

You pulled your hand back, and he clapped gleefully.

"I suppose that means I win, hm? Then as my prize I demand your—"

He didn't finish.

You turned the muzzle to your own temple, and the trigger gave way under your fingers.

Click—!

Lohen lunged at you and pinned you beneath him as you both went down to the ground. The gun hit the floor with a loud clang beside you as you stared up at him in shock.

"What the fuck?" he asked, looking at you in a way he never had before. You had long since memorized every expression of his — but this one you were seeing for the first time.

Over all these years you had come to know Lohen fairly well. You knew about his past, his mentor, his career as a traveler, his early days in the Knights of Favonius. You knew he had a weakness for poisons, that he was a battle maniac, that he loved testing his subordinates. You also knew that even though he had no close friends in your company, as a knight and a model vice-captain, he made sure they always came back in one piece — even at his own expense.

But through all of it he had never lost his edge; he was always spirited, carefree, forever craving the next rush of adrenaline. He loved when someone challenged him and didn't hold back around him — though few such people existed, and they usually ended up thoroughly beaten.

This time, Lohen looked pale. His breath seemed unsteady, and his eyes — for the first time — held none of that wild curiosity, none of that ecstasy at the approach of some unknown sensation.

You felt something prick at your chest and almost immediately regretted what you'd done. But you had to shake off the shock and quickly turn the situation around.

You reached for the gun. His face had already softened somewhat, so you smiled at him and pressed the muzzle to his lips, like a gentle kiss, before he could say a word.

Click.

The sixth chamber was empty.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

You burst out laughing. God — even though you genuinely felt a pang of guilt, his reaction made every bit of it worth it. You had finally gotten back at him. After all those years of his teasing, you'd returned the favor with interest.

"Remember how I tossed the round?" you asked, opening the magazine, then reaching into your pocket to produce the stray bullet. "You were so focused on it that you didn't notice when I caught it, I closed the magazine back up without loading it. That's the whole trick. A magician from Fontaine taught it to me years ago."

Lohen appeared to understand now. In his excitement, he'd lost enough of his edge not to notice the difference in the gun's weight. And every time suspicion flickered in him at your nonchalant behavior, you had redirected his attention just in time. You had played it perfectly. He let out an amused snort, feeling his heart race all over again — because fuck, that had been extraordinary. You'd played him, frightened him half to death, and had the audacity to laugh at him on top of it all. You were perfect.

Which didn't change the fact that he had absolutely no intention of letting you get away with it.

"Clever, nightingale," he smiled broadly, taking the gun from you. He straightened up and settled himself comfortably across your hips, reaching into his pocket. You looked at him with sudden unease. "You really had me fooled."

To your dismay, Lohen produced a round and loaded it without hesitation. You immediately pressed your hands to his thighs to push him off, but he caught your wrists in one hand and pinned them to the ground, leaning over you.

Oh, fuck.

"Allow me to return the favor," he said, dragging the gun along your chest and up to your lips — which reminded you that just moments ago you had pressed the same muzzle to his. He knew it too, drawing a quiet, strange pleasure from that indirect contact, while privately wishing it were the other way around. "Now I'd like to have a little fun with you."

[kitkaloid]

aether with a gun call that gunther

[lonelylovesvenus]

✚ིㅤㅤ ݃ㅤㅤㅤ ⠀columbina rentry ❞

﹒　𓊆†𓊇　⏖　inspo × OK !　｡　　﹗➴　﹒　𐄑　no url　: personal rentry﹕　౨ৎ　┄　crd if　:　used for reference ➴　﹒　𐄑　angel : ౨ৎ　┄ ﹒

[lonelylovesvenus]

🩷🩷🩷🩷

[lonelylovesvenus]

Work in progress — genshin OC : Loulette Blanc

This is pretty much a practice, i took inspo from this icon i saw on Pinterest :

I'm unsure who the artist is and if you happen to know, please do tell me !

Also drew this on my brother's phone because I'm unable to use mine 😿 it's also still unfinished but any way !

[2qoo]

lohen general hc's ! explicit nsfw ᰍ ִ ױ ࣪݁ ˖Ი𐑼

the concept of lohen having a shaming kink whenever you try to ask something sexual from him. he goes like "if you want it that bad, then you'll have to try harder than that," or when he sits back on a chair or lay on the bed just to watch you pleasure yourself on his dick and he smirks the whole time cuz he loves seeing you pathetic until you drool and shake.

he USES his knife on you FOR SURE → teases your skin with the tip until it cuts a thin line just enough to see the blood drip down. it's just a teensy cut.. it's so thin and he is an expert. if he wanted it to hurt, all you have to do is ask!

he's a biter !! and his incisors are super sharp phew. i love the concept of his constellation being a 'bunny' , he gives off this cute 'friendly on the outside' personality but he's actually fuckin deranged... #imhard

lohen probably biting off more than he can chew and someone puts him in his place gulps.

lohen baby is a dom bottom. okay? okay.

listing his kinks. . ➀ breathplay (choking), knifeplay DUH, cock warming 100% (he even has his cock inside of you when you two are sleeping, lohen likes how warm your insides are.) , wound care 200% , boot worship.. (he's so fucking KINKYY) , into roleplay as well c'mon now.

if he's infatuated with you? he's actually your stalker im not even joking. he would pretend to run into you out of nowhere (seemingly natural right??) but he was actually tracking you down the whole time.. this guy bro

BOYPUSSY LOHEN (if the user wears a strap/or if you originally have a dick either way.. IT WORKS).

he's whiney when he doesn't get something he can't have.. oh my god he clutches your clothes to stop you from moving further when he's needy, or he masks to the others that you're particularly busy later on, "duty calls" but later just fucks you hard and raw.

he doesn't like condoms or any sort of protection, idgaf he's raw dogging your hole.

on the softer note, when he wants your attention, he just pats his lap or pulls you close by the waist or shoulders, outside it may seem friendly but ooohh boy, he's planning something. HE ALWAYS IS.

if you annoy him on a day he's too stressed or just plain irritated, you are getting fucked. No questions asked. And mid fuck, he'll be threatening your life as he pounds into you hard.

headcanoning this guy to not even pound properly (?) in a sense where he just can't make love, he'd probably just jack hammer into you until he empties his cock inside til it's filled to the BRIM w his load... yup.

"is lohen a squirter?" YES but he's so messy with it, it just SPLURTS! all over your face and hand when you jack him off..... and when you think it's close to stopping, he just squirts even more, his pretty oversensitive dick is so nice to tease.

dih headcanon! since lohen daddy is pale as FUCK.. the tip being #E2D1CD but when he's stimulated just right? it goes down to #EB6572 | his cock is angled toward his navel, he's averagely large(maybe a 6.6 in.) which is damn near good enough to hit all the right spots up in you.

his kisses would involve heavily making out with you immediately in 0.2 seconds, he just backs you up against something and eats your face like its dessert, he's a biter! so naturally your skin/lips gets all bruised by his teeth. dont worry.. it's just his way of showing you love!

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[shizukano]

Lohen the type of man to sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, while others carry you bridal style to be romantic...

He'll just laugh when you start yelling while he jumps around with you like this (whether to escape, while fighting, running, climbing, etc)

Doesn't even flinch when you're literally hitting his back with your fists. He'll even ruffle your already messy hair just to mess with you. But gives you that charming smile he knows you can never get mad at...

And probably a little peck to your lips. You're huffing but he knows he already won you over, because you stopped scolding him altogether fufufu...

[akamigi]

giggles

[miraeofficial]

FREAKY LOHEN! whose unbearable, savage stamina was not content to waste precious hours on bathing himself with the impure blood of the foes he had ruthlessly slaughtered in his typical maniacal fashion, but rather reserved that particular endurance for the personal matters of intimacy. The length of his exhilarating adrenaline will determine the extent of the numerous rounds of sexual activity he can engage in without tiring. The average number of sessions he never counted was up to five or six times in a single night, but when he was rarely feeling particularly mellow, the only merciful limit he imposed on himself was one or two times. He took pleasure in the way your broadened eyes gaped at him with a mixture of surprise and disbelief, your inviting mouth hanging open in a circular O shape whenever he was quick to rush for another round after finishing a toe-curling, creamy climax. His cocky smile mocked your overstimulated state; his empty red eyes were half-lidded with dark satisfaction. "Oh? Fuuuckkk… Clenching me like a dirty little slut… You thought we were done, sweet thing? Ohohoho, I'm not even beyond satisfied yet, hmm? You can take it. FUCK! Grrr…Haaa… You will take it." Those last words of his taunting tone had driven his hardened pinkish tip further into your quivering core, having your shaking hips maintained in his relentless grip, while he giggled enticingly at your helpless state.

FREAKY LOHEN! whose body, carved from sinewy muscle and smooth, is ornamented with various persistent battle scars derived from his many conquests on the battlefield, or rather, in his typical language, his "casual" encounters with unwilling foes for a spectacle of barbaric bloodshed. He carried those old wounds like trophies of his prowess, like a stark reminder that he may be a mortal being, but as long as he doesn't yield to the inevitability of death, the crazier he is to crave the thrill of self-torment. However, ever since you entered his life, he wants nothing more than your pretty hands scratching his battle-scarred back, wanting to feel the firmness of your fingernails digging through his skin until it seeps with small streaks of blood. Or better yet, have your hesitant hand strike his face, leaving a red imprint of your touch on his cheek until it slowly swells into a bruise while he gradually forms a proud smirk, with his tongue thrust on the flesh of his cheek. "Baby, that's it?" he laughed, the sound rumbling in his stomach that delivers a shaking sensation through your vibrating cunt as his cock keeps plugged inside of you. "Barely felt anything, like a kitty scratch," he taunted, cocking his head to the side. This encouraged you to deliver another slap on the other side of his face with more force, watching his face rock to the side and a noticeable string of blood dripping on his nose. He licked the blood off his upper lip, a wicked glint in his eyes as he whispered, "Oh, now we're talking."

FREAKY LOHEN! is a lover whose trust in you is unwavering in several aspects. He had good faith in your capacity to lawfully devote yourself to him, both emotionally and physically. Unfortunately, not when it comes to certain individuals who may pose a threat to seek your hand behind his unsuspecting back. He is aware of the expanding attraction circling around you like unwanted pests daring to be squashed by his foot; none of his threatening gestures or cold stares were sufficient enough to deter them. There was one solution he had in mind to ensure a clear, harrowing message was sent to those individuals who dared to encroach on his territory. At the Favonius Keep, somewhere secluded, was where most of the knights who joined the long-running expedition were stationed, and it was the perfect opportunity for a spectacular show for these weary knights. You hid your face, flushed with embarrassment and arousal, having your hands uselessly find grip on the edge of a wooden crate and facing your arched back to him as Lohen steadied your shaking hips with firm hands while his cock continued to abuse the poor hole in a relentless rhythm that sent you going back and forth in a dizzying haze of pleasure and pain. You attempted to lower your moans, aware of the other knights nearby, but your lover lifted your face from behind and whispered in your ear. "Lower your moans again, and I'll send the knights here to have a little audience for our performance," he threatened playfully, his breath hot against your skin. "You don't want that, do you? Hmm?" he pouted, sending a sharp thrust that made you gasp in surprise and whine in pleasure. "Nooo… No… Haaahh…" Lohen giggled mischievously, his fingers trailing down your spine, watching you squirm under his teasing touch. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "A little preview wouldn't hurt, but if someone had balls to witness you like this, I might have to get a little more creative with my threats," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

[belovedren]

"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄"

Imagine you reject them with only one reason, you are too good for me–how would they react

Calm down, we'll be okay Just some turbulence, we're on our way We're going down, but not today We'll never say mayday

Yandere genshin men x reader ( diluc, alhaitham, varka, lohen )

DILUC

Everything was perfect, he proposed to you on the hill overlooking dawn winery–he expects you would say yes but instead he is met with a no by you, before he could do anything you ran as fast as you can leaving him there shocked. The entire night he's stressed and would think of many reasons why you decided to reject him–he didn't receive any blank sleep that night and when he opened the curtains as well as Adeline knocking on his door to give him his morning coffee it was already day time.

The next day, he barged into your office in the favonius headquarters–and begged for an explanation why you rejected him, he was desperate for an answer. Give him an explanation, did he do something wrong or is there another person he needs to fight for your love.

He is taken aback when you said that he was too good for you, diluc brain would stop working for a second. You believe that he deserves someone better than you, maybe marrying another heiress or a woman who is intelligent. Diluc would absolutely found your reason as childish yet truthful, how sweet are you believing that you don't deserve him–who are you to decide it, he chooses you as his wife and that's final.

You underestimate him as well as you. He doesn't care about other women and how others would be better for him, he chooses you because he loves you. He would be heartbroken that you think so lowly of yourself–he only wants you and have eyes only for you, and if you don't have the courage to love yourself then he would gladly fill that role.

To this day, mondstat and its citizens would remember how diluc the uncrowned king of Mondstat chased his spouse yelling assurance to them. "YOU'RE TO GOOD FOR ME" "I WILL LOVE YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY" "YOU DESERVE BETTER" "I DON'T WANT 'BETTER', I WANT YOU".

ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham has already calculated and planned everything to your futures would look like, what type of gifts would gift to you towards your anniversary, what flowers that would be displayed in your wedding and what ring you guys would have. Everything was thought through, if plan A failed there's still plan B to work if not plan C would work.

Unlike diluc who would propose in a hill with a perfect view, alhaitham would be proposed when you guys are alone. Because he feels safe being vulnerable with you. While kaveh drunk out of his mind, alhaitham would casually ask you to marry him but he's eyes are filled with hope and love at you.

When you rejected him, he would start to ask questions about what led you to reject him–was it something he did or anything that would cause you to say no, to the point he overwhelmed you–leaving him alone in the cafe with his only thoughts. He would barge in towards cyno and tighnari tgcf game to ask what he would do to get rejected, honestly they are as shocked as he is–kaveh suggested that he is not romantic, or tighnari would find his direct approach as wrong because he might overwhelmed you.

The next day hes on a quest to find you and have an answer, but when your eyes meet each other–you start to run hoping to avoid him. He manages to corner you in an isolated part in the house of daena–he would come and ask you face to face what causes you to reject him.

He would have a face of dumbfoundedness when you said that he's too good for you, he is looking at your confession as if a scholar saying that the moon is made out of blue cheese–highly Inlogical. Now how can those exact thoughts come to your mind, has a person been feeding you with lies and doubts about your own worth. He would be silent but after the silence he would say with pride that he loves you and nobody would ever stop that. He carries you in bridal style towards his house, and when people asked him he would be proud of stating a fact that you are the love of his life.

VARKA

By far in his age, many would ask why he is still not married yet or settle down. He would laugh it off, saying that he was often too busy protecting mondstat to find love in his life. He would often put mondstat above his own needs, so it's a weird sensation when he meets you–when he's eyes meet your eyes, he sees you guys future reflect on your eyes.

Varka would start to court you, and would ask for advice from barbatos, married couples, and heck from Alice and the other hexenzirkel members wanting to know how to court you. He is determined to have you, is this a gift from fate towards his sacrifice. Even if he loses the title of hero, at least he's able to keep one thing from that future–having you as the love of his life.

When he confesses to you, he is met with rejection–that instantly leaves him stunned and just stands there with all his thoughts eventually he is found drinking more than usual and crying out your name on why you would reject him. Kaeya, rosaria and diluc would be there for emotional support–the entire time hes drunk, he is monologuing on how beautiful you are which makes the atmosphere awkward.

For the next few days, varka would be more upset to do any paperwork causing jean more duties. The mondstat instantly senses the shift of attitude from the grandmaster–even when flora offers him a Cecilia to make him happy, "it's beautiful like... ( Name )" Then continue to cry again–he would start to debate with himself whenever or not he asked for a love potion from Alice.

When jean got tired of all this heartbroken varka, she decided to drag you to his office and lock you in until you and him reach an understanding. When hes eyes found you, he immediately went on his knees and wrapped his arms on your waist starting to cry asking you why did you reject him, and when you tell him the ultimate reason of him deserving a better person than you–his ugly crying immediately stops and lifts his head from your stomach and he ask with dead seriousness who told you that. He would stand up and pin you to the door and would then to rant on how your logic is not right as well as breaking for each other's hearts–he would say that it's not your place to torture yourself like this and would say how much he loves you. The next hour, a wedding is already planned.

LOHEN

Similar towards his enthusiasm over battles, lohen sees love as another form of battle–fighting for dominance and if you love somebody, he sees that it's something that you have to prove for and fight for it. If he chooses you, then he has to be ready to fight through anything to have you. For the past few months hes been bringing dead carcass of rare and beautiful monsters as well as purposely causing himself injured just to see you patch him up, he would often put the dead carcass of monsters in your door stop as a way to court you and to show you his devotion towards you.

Lohen is in a state of obsessive love to the point you plague all his thoughts, he would purposely put himself in fights with monster as not the only way to put his moves to the test but also thinking of which monster would you love–when he's done, he would choose the most beautiful out of the monster and bring it to you as an offering of love.

And when you rejected him, he immediately went into a rampage around mondstat fighting monsters for two days straight and taking his frustration on them while also ranting what causes you to reject him–did you find him scary or is there another on your picture, he knew that Huffman have been getting to comfortable with you. He will be sure to spar with him, so that he can win your heart.

It got so bad, to the point varka himself got to intervene in the vice captain of the fifth company's broken heart phase. Varka knows that hes unable to stop lohen, but he brings a secret weapon with him... You of course. And when lohen sees varka and you walking towards him after not returning to mondstat, he is charged in full speed–varka got his claymore ready but instead of him, lohen tackled you instead.

He immediately pins you "is there another one in your heart, do I have to kill them" "what do I do to have your love" and when you told him that he deserves better, lohen would be stunned and would burst in laughter and started to say how doesn't want better he wants you, and how much he's willing to do for you to the point it even creeped out varka. But I guess that work, because lohen cameback to mondstat after two days of not returning unable to let you go and the entire journey glaring at varka because how dare the grandmaster crash his date with you.

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boy..." ft. jiaoqiu

i just got him today lmao

[icyporcelain]

　　extremely random dividers　﹕　all but last 4 made by me　

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[lysarion]

╰ MY FIANCÉ ／ LOHEN ⟢

SYNOPSIS: after numerous failed arranged marriages set up by your parents, you thought the one with the vice-captain would follow the same pattern. you're proven wrong when he subverts what an expected greeting should be given.

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𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of beer and drinking, reader is from snezhnaya and has a dendro vision, reader also has lowkey/implied mommy issues, mentions blood and a wound, arrange marriages obv, cameo for varka, ragbros, jean, lisa, and albedo; not fully proofread; expect mistakes!

♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ this one is for my fav lohen kissers ari and yuomi 🤍🤍i genuinely didn't expect for this to b this long but oh well. art credits: @.su3ka_ on x!

"you are to be wedded to the vice-captain of the fifth company."

that's how it all began — a simple dinner with your parents as they dropped the bomb of your new marriage candidate. you tried your best not to appear vexed. keyword: tried. but unlike you're ever admirable cousin, jean, your face gave away more than your words ever could.

your brow twitched, the small fork in your hand clattered to the porcelain plate. your mother threw a disapproving glare, while your father coughed into his fist. "now, [name], my dear—"

"don't "my dear" me, father." you bark out, "what happened to giving up on setting me up for another failing marriage."

"you haven't even met the vice-captain," he argued.

you rolled your eyes in bemusement, "and you have? what happened to not involving yourself with 'pitiful, mongering barbarian?""

"your marriage has been decided," he stated sternly. he set his utensils with force enough to rattle the entire table as he raised his head like he always did when someone challenged his authority as a duke. "you are to be wed to vice-captain lohen." a tired sigh escaped him, a gloved hand pinched between his brows as he heard you stand from your seat and dash out the dining room. "arranged marriages aren't all so bad, [name]!"

"not all bad, you say?!" you shouted from across the corridor. "take a look at your relationship with mother before you say that!"

your family arrived in mondstadt at dawn. the trip to dorman port was as you expected—humid, and all too bright in comparison to the snow of snezhnaya. the people smiled often, too, you noticed. well, you supposed this was the land of freedom after all. you're quite tempted to see where the winds would take you when all you've grown up with are the blizzards and snowstorms that knock at your windows like an incessant friend who can't take no for an answer.

still, despite your curiosity about what the wild berries in the bushes would taste like, you willed your feet to stay rooted at the docks. your father greeted everyone as usual; your mother hid half her face in disdain behind her fan. like you, she had a lot to say about the weather, but you doubt she'd sugarcoat any unpleasant comments she had. people have told you that you took after her the most — too straightforward, too quippy, too wild to be a duke's heir.

"and you must be the duke's heir," a voice commented. you snapped your head up to the noise and realized, in mortification, that you had to crane your neck to even meet his eyes. you grip the silk of your apparel in alarm. "i'm varka. knight of boreas, grandmaster of the knight of favonious!"

the grandmaster pressed a closed fist to his chest, a grin plastered on his face as he bowed his head. "from now on, you will be in our care. if you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to inform me. or lohen."

lohen.

you wondered what he's like.

as varka stood back to his full height, he offered you a hand to guide you to the horse you'll be riding to the city. "the roads are treacherous here, your grace. using a carriage will only lengthen the time to get to the city." he had explained earlier when your mother had complained at the lack of proper transportation. you sighed in dismay when she threw another hissy fit, your father right behind her as he guided her onto the horse, gathering the many layers of her gown. he was probably chastising her for not heeding his warnings. you turned around and let varka lift you to the saddle (and when i say lift, i mean lift. the man even had the audacity to laugh and ask if you were eating properly.)

you tuned out the rest of mother's tantrum in favor of soaking in the sights of your new home. it was… starkly different. you could actually see the path, albeit it was… unrecognizable; wild flowers bloomed from the soil, and small critters would gather atop rock formations to tilt their heads at you. when you thought no one was looking, you gave them a small wave. a smile bloomed on your face when the small squirrel jumped in delight before scurrying away with its friend.

"you're quite the charmer, your highness." you turned to your left and watched as varka reign his horse slow it's pace and match yours. his sky-lit eyes eventually fell on the mount you had been riding, a low whistle escaping his lips. "that horse you're riding is infamous for throwing off any rider that touches his saddle."

you feel your anxiety spike, quickly looked down to your horse before you calmed down. "you should've said that earlier, grandmaster…"

he laughed, hearty and whole. like the feeling of joy existed in the air that wafted in the surroundings and encompassed the space of his lungs. "ha, ha, ha! i heard rumors about you being blessed by mother nature herself, your highness! ah, forgive me. i know i shouldn't indulge in such rumors but the moment you had stepped off that boat, i had a feeling you were special."

you blinked up at him (cursing the very obvious gap in your heights in your mind) and couldn't stop yourself from asking, "why is vice-captain lohen here?"

there's a shift in the air. subtle, almost as if it never happened to begin with. but you saw it. the way varka's eyes widened for just a fraction, how they looked at anything but you, and how he changed the subject faster than any warning of an avalanche you've heard.

the trip to the main gates was spent in silence after that. you didn't dare to ask the question again, or even bring up your fiancé's name. afraid of the suffocation the knights would have to endure as the words fell from your lips.

lohen. you trialed in your mind. it was short enough to remember, but unique in a way you've only ever heard it once. lohen. you looked up to the sky, the day had barely passed despite it feeling like you've travelled through half of teyvat already. when the sun peeked around it's shield of clouds, you wondered where your fiancé was.

mondstadt was welcoming. welcoming enough for your father — all up-tight, and no funny business — to indulge in a few rounds of beer in a quaint bar in a corner. "it's angel's share," you're mother informed, already half-way through her glass of champagne when she found you in a dark corner on the second floor. "owned by the most sought after bachelor in mondstadt — diluc ragnvindr."

"if he's so sought after, why wasn't he a candidate?" you asked, swirling the apple cider in your glass.

"naive child, i've told you numerous times already. he could have been, if you hadn't burned his letter in the fireplace like a fool."

ah, now you remembered. you were high on emotions that night and the thought of leaving home with a man you didn't know sent you into a spiralling tantrum that ended with you burning the stacks of marriage proposals on your father's desk. you distinctively remembered a burgundy envelope and an owl seal amongst them.

you took a careful peek at your mother who had dropped herself on the seat in front of you, much to your disdain. when she clicked her tongue, you took it as your cue to let your gaze fall like it always had in her presence.

"because of your foolish mistake, you're stuck with this half-witted, war-mongering vice-captain."

"'warn mongering'?" you asked.

she rolled her eyes at you, drinking the remaining champagne and slammed the delicate glass in front of you. "the boy is a monster, [name]." she said, "that lohen is unbecoming. i can't wrap my mind around how he, of all people was accepted into the knights."

the way she said lohen's name — as if the very letters seared her tongue and offended her existence — made something churn in your stomach. you didn't know him, you reminded yourself, there's no point in defending him. in fact, with varka's prior reaction to you questioning his whereabouts, you're left with little but too much all the same; lohen was someone distasteful to be around.

"are you even listening to me, [name]?!" your mother rattled, "listen to me, dear archons above what have i done to deserve such a disobedient child—"

you stood from your seat, the legs of your chair dragging across the floors before it dropped with a painfully loud thud. chatter paused, songs finished abruptly, and you simply smiled. "i'm tired, i'll be retiring for the day." you excused yourself from the others, bolting to the stairs, only to be stopped when the grandmaster weaved himself between you and the exit.

"now, your highness, you can't leave yet!" he said, one hand still holding a wooden mug of beer.

you raised a brow at him, your patience growing thin when he continues to block your path regardless of what step you took. "grandmaster," you warned. "please, step aside."

but he only shook his head, a finger scratched his chin while his eyes darted across the many faces in the bar. "y-you can't!"

"and why not?"

"because… um… you see, we were, um…"

while he was busy thinking fo an excuse, you sent out a silent prayer to the tsaritsa that barbatos doesn't smite you for landing a blow on one of his knights (though calling it a blow would be an exaggeration when the grandmaster was double, if not triple your body mass). at best, you had landed a strong enough blow to his side to tickle, tickle, him to drop his guard and wheeze out of your way.

finally! you thought. you were almost free from this stuffy, beer-stinking room!

but as you opened the door, a force from the other side pulled it forward, taking you along with it. everyone gasped, and you shut your eyes to brace for the impact, already imagining the scolding you were about to receive if even a single scratch were to grace your face. but it never came.

instead, heavy and dirtied hands caught you by the forearms as your face planted into someone's uniform stained with blood. you stayed there for a moment longer than what would be considered necessary.

"well, ain't this a lovely first meeting, your highness!"

you felt the blood drain from your face as you realized who you had just fallen into. with a heavy sigh and grumbled curses, you lift your head enough to catch a glimpse of a face that did not match the tone of his voice. his eyes were something straight out of a fairytale, but it's not what you'd describe as "princely" or even a "knight" — they had no light, like never-ending, encompassing pool of carmine that bleeds into the sky.

your mother was right, lohen was a monster.

"what? do i have something on my face?" he asked, and you're mortified to realize that you had been caught staring right into a rabbit hole of his gaze. the pads of his gloves dragged from your forearms down to cup your palms — gentle, sure. you think you can feel the callouses from how he uses his weapons, and yet… "you okay there? i'm starting to think i'm not the only delusional one here." he joked with a chuckle under his breath.

"excuse me?"

"just a joke! no need to be offended, your highness," he assured you, but it did little to quell the somersaults that your stomach continued to perform. his skin was pale, maybe as pale as the snow back at home, and there's a single guiding star beneath the right of his eye. his mouth moved, and you thought what he said was funny when the other patrons laughed. but you didn't hear it. not when your hand, the one your father swore would never know the feeling of blood, dragged a thumb over the bleeding scratch that etched his cheekbone down to the side of his chin.

"what a wound. it must be painful," you muttered before a familiar condensation of dendro energy pooled at where the blood continued to stain his cheeks. "hold still," you asked, and against everyone's expectations, lohen did as you asked. he stood still, very still. when half of the wound had closed, you began to wonder if he was even breathing.

when his cheek was fully healed, only then did you finally breathe out a sigh of relief. noticing how the room had gone quiet, you became acutely aware how little distance was left between you and the vice-captain. with reddening cheeks, you let out a cough into your first, and stepped back. the warmth of his hold left a scalding trail on your skin that raised the hairs yet left you wanting for more, all the same.

lohen stumbled back, too. a hand clumsily tugging at the collar of his uniform, before both hands dusted down his shirt, cursing when he realized blood had managed to stain the spot you had planted your face in. when your eyes met again, you noticed the obvious flustering of his cheeks. it contrasted nicely against his pale, snow-stricken complexion. and it made the blush that crept up his ears all the more obvious.

your staring context was broken when you hear a snort from behind you. your head whipped to see the culprit, only to find varka ducking his head down just as you glared at him. he waved a hand in apology, setting his cup of beer down the counter, and going past you just to stand besides lohen.

"your highness, allow me to introduce to you the vice-captain of the knight's fifth company." a heavy hand was placed on his shoulders, and your eyes met again. this time, he didn't look away, nor did you think he cared much for the obvious red on his cheeks. "lohen, this is their highness, [name]. proud heir to snezhnaya's dukedom, who also happens to be your fiancé."

lohen rolled his eyes, shrugged off varka's hand on his shoulder before reaching for something behind him. "can you tell me something i don't know, grandmaster? i do more than just fighting, you know."

"that's rather hard to believe, but sure! whatever you say!"

annoyed by his superior, lohen swiftly delivered an undamaging kick to the grandmaster's shin. the latter only laughed at his attempt, before shoving him forward, nearly sending you both toppling over if you had not caught him by the shoulders as he did with you.

"stupid grandmaster, i don't need your help," he grumbled under his breath.

you tilted your head curiously, slotting you perfectly in his visage that he stumbles over the next few words. "help with what?"

you heard the other knights holler and whistle, the grandmaster behind him laughed even harder as he passed you both, taking up his previous station by the bar and watching with amused eyes. "the same reason why he wasn't there to greet you when you arrived, your highness!" varka explained. "come on lohen, don't get all shy on us now! you we're all fire and spirit when you proposed the idea, where's that spirit gone?"

"drowned by your noise if you don't shut the hell up!" lohen shouted amidst the sea of laughter and cheering. "damned nosy assholes. who even said you were in on the plan in the first place?!"

"i'm… a little lost."

as he finally remembered who he was in proximity with, the blush on his face worsened, and the cheering grew louder. he slipped from your hold, taking a deep breath and continuing his grumbling, throwing a glare at the head that belonged to the grandmaster as he finally fixed his posture.

couhing into his fist, lohen did one final lookover his appearance — fixing the collar of his shirt, dusting down his cape, and brushing the bangs over his eyes. he took one step, then another, until he was only an arm's length away and you had to stop the squeek that nearly slipped from your throat when he took your hand in his, while the hand behind his back revealed a bouquet of local flowers in mondstadt.

"i apologize, for not greeting you first. i know it's not exactly very "knightly" of me," lohen paused, his thumb rubbing mindless circles on your knuckles as his gaze flickered from your face to the flowers in his hold. "and appearing all battered and with a wound on my face is… unbecoming. but i promise, it was for a good cause. that being this." he motioned for you to take the bouquet. when you gingerly accepted them in your hands, he straightened his back again. "welcome to mondstadt, my fiancée. i hope you'll like it here."

"'welcome to mondstadt, my fiance.' now where, pray tell, did you learn to smooth-talk like that, lohen?"

the vice-captain only rolled his eyes. he continued wiping down his spear in jean's office (why it had to be here, lohen didn't know. and fankly, he was too tired to know.). "it was a formal welcome. since all you wanted to act like a stick had stuck up your ass, i decided to be… more me."

"more you, as in revealing your year-long crush on the duke's heir?"

"when have i said that?!"

albedo and kaeya shrugged, but the all-knowing and teasing smiles on their faces had lohen's heart hammering in his chest. when lisa chuckled and closed her book, only then did he realize that he had abruptly stood from his seat, his polearm lay forgotten on the floor along with the cloth he was using to clean it.

"now, now, don't tease him you two. it must have been hard to gather all those flowers in starsnatch cliff with the activity of the abyss."

"thank you—"

"and confessing isn't exactly an easy thing to prepare for! the fact he even showed up is a miracle in and of itself."

"lisa?!"

"enough, you three."

when jean arrived, only then could lohen relax and sit back down on his seat. he picked up his polearm and glared at kaeya when the man snickered at him.

"now that we're all here, we will be discussing the appropriate accomodations to the duke and his family," jean's eyes landed on lohen first. "thankfully, master diluc had agreed to house them for a while until we finish the deal with northland bank." then, she nodded towards lisa and albedo's direction, "the duke's only request is that their highness's studies in alchemy to be continued, so i'll be trusting you both in that regard."

"thank you for trusting us, dear jean."

"yes, we'll do our utmost best."

jean smiled, shoulders finally relaxing, "that leaves kaeya and me with managing their transportation when the duke and duchess return. now lohen," the vice-captain stiffened. a shiver ran down his spine when he met jean's eyes and watched in horror as even her lips tugged into a teasing smile. "it'll be your job to assist them in any and every field. you are their hand-picked knight, ensure that they remain safe until the weeding."

"it offends me that you think i can't even do something as simple as that," lohen complained.

"ah, ah. i'm not finished.

"huh?"

jean smiled, in fact, everyone in the room smiled. and lohen felt cold, ice water was dumped over his head when the next words followed.

"as their fiancé, be sure to woo them now and then. it took a lot of effort from master diluc to get your name on their candidate's list after all."

"how the hell do you know about that?!"

© 𝓵ysarion 2025 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate works without the knowledge or consent of the creator in other platforms or websites.

[yearningpine]

piney... ive been seeing your blog for a while and im so madly obsessed with your illuga writings 🥹🥹🥹 (please never stop writing 💗💗 /lh) finding out another illuga fan to be into lohen as well is so AHHHHH!!!!! Since lohen and illuga both have moles on their face imagine just imaaaagine...........

imagine kissing the mole underneath their eye...... press your lips gently beneath the corner of illuga's right eye right on his beauty mark and watch him turn into a super adorb flustered nightingale,,, and then kiss lohen's just right beneath his left eye, it will SNAP something in the vice captain and the next thing you found is your lips kissing his instead!!??!

ALSO ALSO!! imagine the "your beauty mark(s) is where your past lover kissed you" scenario with them!!! I have a feeling that both of them will compete to kiss your entire figure whole to see who can outdo whoever was your "past lover" and place more kisses on you ⁉️⁉️

Illuga gently yet firmly peppering your face down to your collar bones with kisses meanwhile lohen goes ALL OUT and even makes sure to nibble on you a little to leave actual marks ARHFHHFTU

I love these two a lot thank you for feeding us illuga/lohen-lings that just watch from afar 🛐🛐

— 🍓 anon!!

🥹🥹 Waahh thank you 🍓 anon, that makes me incredibly happy to hear!! It delights me to see how many Illugalings have flocked to my blog all because of what is written here & all the anon ideas you all have been giving me. No matter if you've interacted with me or are a silent lurker, thank you all for giving me the chance to meet you guys, you all very much mean the world to me 🫶💕

Moving on to.... omg.... kissing their moles... 🍓 ANON YOU'RE COOKING YOU'RE COOKING 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Illuga's face turning as bright as the sun when you shower him with kisses all over his face, especially his mole 🥺💕 And then there's Lohen who turns YOU as bright as the sun because of how quickly he flips the table. THEY ARE SO ATTRACTIVE IN THEIR OWN WAYS I'M JDKDNDKDNDKJDJD AHHH 😭😭😭

ALSO?? THEM COMPETING TO SEE WHO WILL BE CONSIDERED AS YOUR PAST LOVER??? HELLO???? 🍓 ANON ARE YOU A GENIUS?? OH MY GODDD 😭😭😭

Illuga moving at a slow pace, trying to leave more meaningful, gentle kiss that make your heart beat faster.... meanwhile Lohen is just RAVAGING you and trying to leave as many marks all over you, the more the better dkndkdndkd oh my god.... i'm so normal... i'm so normal about this idea.... (i'm not)

(Clutch fist) why are all of your ideas so good. You're about to make me write an Illuga x reader x Lohen fic before the man even comes out send HELPPPP 😭😭😭

[orang3rinds]

oh im cooking something