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no deadass i swear all the fanfictions were for either like zhongli or tartaglia. see i might be biased tho cuz zhongli was my one male crush.. i am a LESBIAN. did you have a genshin male crush? i feel as if this is universal
i liked zhongli but i dont know if it was a crush yk...
ACTUALLY, i do have one. i like wriothesly (in my head he is a beautiful butch lesbian)
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im pleased to inform you all that i am in love with shadowheart
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it's sapphic yearning hours so bad rn guys... i miss having a crush
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sigh justice for female genshin blogs. majority of people probably don’t know who kjsr is like i swear two years ago there was so much fanfictions abt genshin females.. 😔😔 anyways REAL RETURN OF KUJOUSGF 🙌🙌🙌 (same anon yet again 😅)
sara is my most beloved, i have loved her since her release and i wish more people paid attention to her !!! i swear i've written more for her and hyv has... and yes i agree, even when i was kujousgf before it was like no one was paying attention to the women at all, its very unfortunate
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losing followers for being a kjsr lover 💔
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i did it, actually
and if i change my user back to kujousgf? what then?
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and if i change my user back to kujousgf? what then?
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LUNCH. fame!au
pairing: kujou sara + f!reader
summary: sara's really missed you. and you've missed her just as much
warnings: smut, rockstar!sara, singer!reader, oral
wc: 1.4kish
a/n: rockstar sara <3
“Why don’t you come over here?” Sara plays with the pick between her fingers as she leans back against the couch where she was sitting in her studio, holding her phone up to her ear with the other hand. She was alone today, opting to use the little break in her packed schedule to perfect and pick at the instrumentals she had already recorded, unlike everyone else who decided to use today as a well deserved rest. While she usually prefers to do this process alone, only calling in the band’s producer if it’s absolutely necessary, she can’t deny that she would enjoy your company. It has been a few weeks since you’ve been able to see each other.
“I don’t know. Are you gonna ignore me the whole time like last time?” You’re leaning up against the wall, phone pressed to your ear and surveying the room around you as you recall the last time you joined Sara at the studio where she ignored you in favor of her guitar for two hours. You’re currently making a polite appearance at some listening party you were invited to, unsure of whose it even was. No one in your immediate circle, you know that.
“You’d rather that than whatever party you’re at right now, wouldn’t you?” You can practically hear the smirk on her lips and it makes you want to roll your eyes, if not for the lack of privacy you currently have. It would be easy for someone to misinterpret something like that. “I’m not answering that.”
And then, “I think I can make an exit.”
About twenty five minutes later, you find yourself outside of Sara’s condo. You let yourself in, having long since been given a key to the space, and make your way toward the studio that sits at the end of the hallway on the right side of the rather spacious place. You give a little knock on the studio door before you enter and find Sara sitting on one of the stools in the recording booth, guitar in her lap as she tries out different chords. She doesn’t look up, not having heard the knock on the door.
She’s wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a white tank. You think it’s unfair how attractive she looks even in something so simple. You walk toward the control board and press one of the buttons that interferes with the sound isolation, “Hey, rockstar.” Her head snaps up and she shoots you a smile that makes your knees weak before she sets the guitar onto its stand and stands up. She runs a hand through her hair to push it out of her face and exits the booth, “hey yourself.”
She pulls you in towards her by your waist and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “took you long enough.” Your hands come up to rest on her chest, fiddling with the charm on the necklace that hangs around her neck, “the party was in West Hollywood. It’s not my fault you chose to live in downtown LA. You’re just lucky traffic wasn’t that bad tonight.”
“You can never just accept the fact that I wanted to see you, can you?” If you were anyone else, you might think that Sara was annoyed, but the slightly twinkle in her eye and the barely there teasing tone tells you otherwise. “And you can never just say that you missed me like everyone else, can you?”
Sara gives you an amused smirk and then pulls you in for another kiss, more heated this time, her hands slipping underneath your shirt to rest on your bare skin. They’re a little cold and you shiver slightly, but it’s a welcome feeling. She pulls away shortly after, just enough to be able to speak, and her lips brush against yours as she does, “I missed you.”
You had planned to just hangout with Sara tonight, watch her play and catch up on everything the two of you have been doing these past few weeks, make sure she eats something because you know she gets so engrossed in her work she forgets, but with Sara looking at you like that everything goes out the window.
“Shut up.” You pull her in by her shirt, your lips crashing together, the both of you kissing each other like you might die if you don’t. Sara’s almost dizzy with want, kissing you with the fervor of a woman starved. Her blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a little moan in response.
Sara’s tongue slips into your mouth and you make no attempt at dominance, letting her take over immediately. You move your arms to wrap around her neck, your fingers tangling in her hair, tugging slightly. She starts to walk you both toward the couch until the back of your calves hit the edge and you’re falling into it.
She pulls away, if only to make sure you settle onto the couch fine. It’s not a position you usually find yourself in, being the one in Sara’s lap nine and a half times out of ten, but Sara looms over top of you this time, an almost predatory look in her eyes.
“I’m starving. Haven’t eaten all day, you know.” She leans down to press searing kisses to your neck and throat, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back to give her more room. “Mhm? Was gonna—” your breath hitches as her teeth scrape against the column of your throat, “—ask if you’d eaten.”
“So sweet…” Sara hums, and you’re not sure if she’s referring to your concern for her or the way your skin tastes against her tongue. “I think I know exactly what I want.” One of her hands trails down your waist and rests on top of your thigh. Your cheeks are embarrassingly hot and you’re sure Sara can tell how flustered you are even without properly looking at you. You’re breathless as you speak, not sure you’ve ever seen Sara so… hungry. “Whatever you want.”
She pulls back, flashing you the most satisfied smirk you think you’ve ever seen before she sinks to her knees on the floor in front of you. “You don’t mind, do you? I’ve been thinking about having you since lunch.” There’s a sparkle in her eye that tells you she knows just how much she affects you and you shake your head, huffing quietly, “stop teasing.”
“If you insist.” She grips your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the couch, leaning in to press soft kisses to your thighs. She pushes them apart, fingertips digging into your plush flesh, before she reaches up to tuck your skirt into its own waistband. The noise you let out when she leans in to press a kiss to your clothed cunt would be embarrassing if you didn’t feel Sara grip your thighs just a little harder.
She licks a stripe up your thin panties and you whimper. She moves her hands up your thighs, palms sliding against your skin. Her fingertips slip past the hem of your panties and she lifts them slightly, sliding her fingers down towards your cunt. “Sara… don’t tease. Please.”
“Was just making sure you’re ready, baby.” She doesn’t even pull your panties down, just pushes them to the side before she dives in. Her tongue feels like heaven against you, one hand moving down to tangle in her hair and the other gripping at the couch. “Fuck, Sara.”
“ Mm?” She hums against you and your hips buck against her face before you can stop them. One of her hands moves to grip your hip, holding you down against the couch, while the other grips your thigh.
She alternates between licking and sucking at your clit and pushing her tongue into you, moaning quietly each time you tug her hair a little harder than usual. It’s not long before she’s pushing you over the edge once, twice, three times. Eventually you’re whining and pushing her away weakly, chest heaving and cunt sensitive.
“S-Sara, I can’t.”
“I don’t know. I think you can do one more for me, can’t you, baby?”
I could eat that girl for lunch. She dances on my tongue.
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THIS IS RHE SAME ANON FROM EARLIER. AHHHHHHH ROCKSTAR KJSR FICCC ILY. i feel like genshin community is dead but sigh kujou sara is always alive in our hearts
definitely so dead, wow... i don't think i've ever gotten so little traction on a post, that's crazy BCNDJDJD
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LUNCH. fame!au
pairing: kujou sara + f!reader
summary: sara's really missed you. and you've missed her just as much
warnings: smut, rockstar!sara, singer!reader, oral
wc: 1.4kish
a/n: rockstar sara <3
“Why don’t you come over here?” Sara plays with the pick between her fingers as she leans back against the couch where she was sitting in her studio, holding her phone up to her ear with the other hand. She was alone today, opting to use the little break in her packed schedule to perfect and pick at the instrumentals she had already recorded, unlike everyone else who decided to use today as a well deserved rest. While she usually prefers to do this process alone, only calling in the band’s producer if it’s absolutely necessary, she can’t deny that she would enjoy your company. It has been a few weeks since you’ve been able to see each other.
“I don’t know. Are you gonna ignore me the whole time like last time?” You’re leaning up against the wall, phone pressed to your ear and surveying the room around you as you recall the last time you joined Sara at the studio where she ignored you in favor of her guitar for two hours. You’re currently making a polite appearance at some listening party you were invited to, unsure of whose it even was. No one in your immediate circle, you know that.
“You’d rather that than whatever party you’re at right now, wouldn’t you?” You can practically hear the smirk on her lips and it makes you want to roll your eyes, if not for the lack of privacy you currently have. It would be easy for someone to misinterpret something like that. “I’m not answering that.”
And then, “I think I can make an exit.”
About twenty five minutes later, you find yourself outside of Sara’s condo. You let yourself in, having long since been given a key to the space, and make your way toward the studio that sits at the end of the hallway on the right side of the rather spacious place. You give a little knock on the studio door before you enter and find Sara sitting on one of the stools in the recording booth, guitar in her lap as she tries out different chords. She doesn’t look up, not having heard the knock on the door.
She’s wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a white tank. You think it’s unfair how attractive she looks even in something so simple. You walk toward the control board and press one of the buttons that interferes with the sound isolation, “Hey, rockstar.” Her head snaps up and she shoots you a smile that makes your knees weak before she sets the guitar onto its stand and stands up. She runs a hand through her hair to push it out of her face and exits the booth, “hey yourself.”
She pulls you in towards her by your waist and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “took you long enough.” Your hands come up to rest on her chest, fiddling with the charm on the necklace that hangs around her neck, “the party was in West Hollywood. It’s not my fault you chose to live in downtown LA. You’re just lucky traffic wasn’t that bad tonight.”
“You can never just accept the fact that I wanted to see you, can you?” If you were anyone else, you might think that Sara was annoyed, but the slightly twinkle in her eye and the barely there teasing tone tells you otherwise. “And you can never just say that you missed me like everyone else, can you?”
Sara gives you an amused smirk and then pulls you in for another kiss, more heated this time, her hands slipping underneath your shirt to rest on your bare skin. They’re a little cold and you shiver slightly, but it’s a welcome feeling. She pulls away shortly after, just enough to be able to speak, and her lips brush against yours as she does, “I missed you.”
You had planned to just hangout with Sara tonight, watch her play and catch up on everything the two of you have been doing these past few weeks, make sure she eats something because you know she gets so engrossed in her work she forgets, but with Sara looking at you like that everything goes out the window.
“Shut up.” You pull her in by her shirt, your lips crashing together, the both of you kissing each other like you might die if you don’t. Sara’s almost dizzy with want, kissing you with the fervor of a woman starved. Her blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a little moan in response.
Sara’s tongue slips into your mouth and you make no attempt at dominance, letting her take over immediately. You move your arms to wrap around her neck, your fingers tangling in her hair, tugging slightly. She starts to walk you both toward the couch until the back of your calves hit the edge and you’re falling into it.
She pulls away, if only to make sure you settle onto the couch fine. It’s not a position you usually find yourself in, being the one in Sara’s lap nine and a half times out of ten, but Sara looms over top of you this time, an almost predatory look in her eyes.
“I’m starving. Haven’t eaten all day, you know.” She leans down to press searing kisses to your neck and throat, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back to give her more room. “Mhm? Was gonna—” your breath hitches as her teeth scrape against the column of your throat, “—ask if you’d eaten.”
“So sweet…” Sara hums, and you’re not sure if she’s referring to your concern for her or the way your skin tastes against her tongue. “I think I know exactly what I want.” One of her hands trails down your waist and rests on top of your thigh. Your cheeks are embarrassingly hot and you’re sure Sara can tell how flustered you are even without properly looking at you. You’re breathless as you speak, not sure you’ve ever seen Sara so… hungry. “Whatever you want.”
She pulls back, flashing you the most satisfied smirk you think you’ve ever seen before she sinks to her knees on the floor in front of you. “You don’t mind, do you? I’ve been thinking about having you since lunch.” There’s a sparkle in her eye that tells you she knows just how much she affects you and you shake your head, huffing quietly, “stop teasing.”
“If you insist.” She grips your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the couch, leaning in to press soft kisses to your thighs. She pushes them apart, fingertips digging into your plush flesh, before she reaches up to tuck your skirt into its own waistband. The noise you let out when she leans in to press a kiss to your clothed cunt would be embarrassing if you didn’t feel Sara grip your thighs just a little harder.
She licks a stripe up your thin panties and you whimper. She moves her hands up your thighs, palms sliding against your skin. Her fingertips slip past the hem of your panties and she lifts them slightly, sliding her fingers down towards your cunt. “Sara… don’t tease. Please.”
“Was just making sure you’re ready, baby.” She doesn’t even pull your panties down, just pushes them to the side before she dives in. Her tongue feels like heaven against you, one hand moving down to tangle in her hair and the other gripping at the couch. “Fuck, Sara.”
“ Mm?” She hums against you and your hips buck against her face before you can stop them. One of her hands moves to grip your hip, holding you down against the couch, while the other grips your thigh.
She alternates between licking and sucking at your clit and pushing her tongue into you, moaning quietly each time you tug her hair a little harder than usual. It’s not long before she’s pushing you over the edge once, twice, three times. Eventually you’re whining and pushing her away weakly, chest heaving and cunt sensitive.
“S-Sara, I can’t.”
“I don’t know. I think you can do one more for me, can’t you, baby?”
I could eat that girl for lunch. She dances on my tongue.
#alice's fics !#kujou sara x reader#kujou sara smut#genshin x reader#genshin smut#kujou sara imagine
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i've been listening to lunch on loop for 15 minutes while writing this little sara drabble, i feel like i dont know any other songs anymore
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thinking about a dnd inspired au with paladin sara
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