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lohen x reader where he calls us bun but like burger style. Or maybe hotdog style
hihihi! thank you for the ask <3
I can’t lie, I’m slightly unsure by what you mean by this but this is my interpretation..
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“Hey, Lo, can you come here?” You asked, your face buried in a box of random supplies.
“Of course, bun!” Lohen perks up, walking toward the corner you’re huddled in.
You swivel your head over your shoulder, “sorry, what did you call me?”
You have a slight confused smirk as you question the nickname he just called you. A bun? Like a bun with sesame seeds? A bun for a hot dog? What on earth?
“A bun! You’re my little bun!” He smiles, squatting down next to you.
“Why.. a bun? What does that mean..?” Your face is just inches away from his.
“You’re my little burger bun! Is that an okay nickname?”
You can tell that he’s being entirely serious, as his head tilts to the side and he doesn’t have a big smile on.
You take a deep breath with a gentle chuckle at the end. “Uhm.. I guess. It’s just a little strange, that’s all.” While you chose to forget about it, he did not.
He suddenly stood up, hands on his hips. “It’s a term of endearment. Only the closest one to me gets to be called my little burger bun. This is a real honor, bun.”
Out of shock, you smile. “Well, forgive me, I will take this into careful consideration next time you call me bun.”
He nods firmly. Then, he squats down next to you again and begins to finally help you.
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I hope this is what you meant.. if it isn’t, then you can send in another ask with some more detail for my pea brain :’)
Bennett gets lost on an adventure and ends up at the House of Hearth..
I got this idea from @pong-pong-pagong . Thank you for the pleasure to write this <3
It’s just a quick yap sesh-not too long or well thought-out. Enjoy!
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Bennett, going on a trip with “Benny’s Adventure Team”, found himself in quite the pickle.
You see, he was trying to make it back to Mondstadt after visiting Natlan, buttttt he dropped his compas while escaping a slime attack, and it then started to lie to him.
So, instead of reaching home in Mondstadt, he arrived in Fontaine. He quickly began to look for a place to stay. That’s when he fell upon the Hotel Bouffes d’ete in the Court of Fontaine. He opened the door and was extremely confused when he was met with someone who looked like a lady but everyone was calling “Father”.
“Your name?” Father asked. Looking incredibly suspicious of him.
“B-Bennett from Benny’s Adventure Team!” He exclaimed, sweat beginning to form on his temples.
Father looked behind her, giving a perplexed expression to the three members standing behind her. Father nodded to one of them, and they spoke up.
“Bennett.. do you know where you are?” The one who looked quite like a magician asked.
Bennett glanced around the room, “a hotel?”
Silence filmed the room, before the magician stepped towards Bennett’s side. “Bennett.. I don’t think you meant to enter the House of Hearth. Why don’t you leave and forget about this? I’ll find you someplace else to stay.”
“Wait.. the traveler mentioned something like this before! It’s awfully late, I don’t think any other hotels are accepting check-ins at this time..” Bennett frantically met the magicians eyes.
Everyone in the room perked up. “The traveler?” They all said in unison. “Any friend of the traveler is a friend of ours!”
The magician took off his hat and bowed to Bennett. “Forgive our imprudence. I am Lyney. Behind Father is Lynette, my sister, and Freminet. Please, allow us to house you while you’re here.”
Bennett stood awkwardly, piercing his lips together and his eyes being wide open. He nodded. “I guess the traveler is a big deal around here.. to my room I shall go!”
Father-daughter dance where Lohen is the father <3
Just a quick one today! I love dad!lohen. Especially when he’s such a gentleman:)
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Your daughter walks down the wooden stairs, gently lifting her skirt so she doesn’t trip. Her bodice highlights the curves she got from her mom and the confidence of her father. It’s pale blue with hints of pearl, flowing down to her ankles. She has a short train with a bow, its fabric having glitter in it. She reaches the last step and you hand her the bouquet.
“You look beautiful. Dad’s in the living room waiting for you, love.” You whisper, gleaming.
The second Lohen sees his daughter, all decked out, you can almost see a tear form. You know that he has a soft spot for seeing his first born daughter, who looks like his lover, all decked out for a father-daughter dance. “Princess, you look perfect. Take my arm, will you? Mom will snap some photos and then we’ll be on our way.”
You bring out the old camera and they huddle together in front of the fireplace. Lohen refuses to let go of her, worrying that she may trip without his guidance, just as he did for you on your wedding day.
“Mom, dad, thank you for doing this. However, can we go clear out hilichurl camps tomorrow? It feels wrong to get all ready for something and if not be something useful.” Your daughter explains, with a solid look on her face.
You and Lohen chuckle. “You are just like your father, love.”
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The idea that Lohen takes his daughter on mini-expeditions to go clear out hilichurls camps <3
Content: sfw, fluff, Lohen x reader, Lohen as a father
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You’re sitting at the table, having just finished making dinner, when the front door swings open. To no surprise, your husband and pre-teen daughter walk into your home.
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Guess how many hilichurls I slaughtered today?” She comes running to your side, still wearing all of her gear and holding your retired sword.
“How many, sweetheart?” You ask, bringing your head towards hers.
“17! New record!” She exclaims gleefully, prancing around your dining table before finding her seat.
“Princess, take your armor off to eat at the table.” Lohen shouts over his shoulder. He brings three glasses of water to the table, as he does so he gives you a peck on the cheek. “Let me help you.” He helps her take off her armor and then they both plop down in their seats.
“So, where were your whereabouts today?” You ask while eating small tidbits of the food.
“Well, we spent most of today at Windcrest Peak. What’d we do after that, princess?” Lohen smiles at you and your daughter.
She perks up, swallowing her bite of food. “We went and saw Uncle Varka! And, mom, he gave me a knights of favonius pin!”
“That’s very nice of Uncle Varka, isn’t it?” Lohen winks at you.
“Lohen, how many fucking times do I have to tell you? You can’t just up and leave in the middle of the night for an expedition that I wasn’t told about. I’m serious about this relationship, are you?” You thunder. You stand, leaning against the wooden countertop with your arms crossed. Your feet are firmly planted and your gaze is sharper than any blade.
Lohen swallows before turning to face you again. He was just about to slip out the door, in the dead of night. He never expected to see you awaiting his departure. “Bun.. it’s work. I’m vice captain of-“
“I know what the fuck you are. And I also know that Varka never assigns you to these expeditions.” You take a deep inhale and stand straight up. Your arms unfold as you approach Lohen, closing the door that’s still partially open. He swallows. “That’s right..” you whisper into his ear. “I know that you pick these month long trips without being forced to.” You recede to the couch in your den. “Why do you always leave? Why can’t you just stay?” Your hands cup your now wet cheeks.
Silence fills the midnight air that breezes through your home. That is, until, Lohen says something. “I didn’t think you’d actually want me around that much. I know I’m not the typical person you’d date. I don’t want you to get bored.” His back is turned away, still facing the door, as if he still plans on leaving.
“Fuck, Lohen,” you mutter, gripping your own hair in clumps. You take a sharp breath and stand up, approaching the back of your lover. Your arms wrap around his neck in a loving embrace. Your front side pushes up against his muscular back. His hands go up to meet your cozied arms. “I’ll never get bored of you, Lo. I love you. You’re my favorite person, I want you around. Please, stay.” You spin him around and lock eyes with him. The red in his eyes seems to dull as he looks at his lover. He nods. You grab his wrist and begin to walk away, pulling him like a puppy. “You don’t have much of a choice, anyway. I already told Varka you couldn’t make it.” You hear a gentle chuckle behind you as you enter your bedroom.
Lohen sits on the edge of your bed, taking a deep breath as you sit down on his lap. Your legs straddle him and your hands graze up his chest to meet his neck. “Your sad, sad girlfriend wants some love, now.” You sweetly demand. Before you know it, your lips are met with his and your heart rate picks up.
His hands travel all over your back before he picks you up and flops your back onto the bed(surprisingly easily), your legs dangling off. His lips trail down your neck and he begins placing hickeys as he pulls your shirt off. He continues to kiss all the way down to your hips, before he shifts his gaze to you for a look of approval.
“Are you sure, bun?” He whispers, adoringly staring into your eyes. You nod and shimmy off your shorts. He unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop to the floor. Before inserting, he brings his hand to your folds. He gently makes small circles over your clit, making your back arch into his hand. He chuckles before slowly inserting two fingers. Once he feels that you’re wet enough, he brings his tip to your cunt and rubs it before entering your pussy.
“Fuck, bun. You’re tight.” He says in between gentle moans. He begins slow movements, each thrust going in a bit deeper. You let out soft moans each time, feeding further into his need to overcome you.
When Lohen gets turned on like this, he practically forgets about everything else. The red in his eyes gleam brighter as he continues to fuck you. The only thing he hears is the squelching of wet skin slapping against each other.
He continues to pick up his pace, each thrust going deeper, harder, stronger. You grip the sheets, sweat dripping down your curves.
“Lo, s-slower..” you whimper. For him, it goes in one ear and out the other.
“Stay with me, bun. It feels so good.” He says, as he continues to pull your hips into his. You look at him desperately, crying out at each thrust. It’s not that it’s fully painful, it’s just almost too much for your body to handle. Your vision begins to blur and tears form.
Your back arches sharply and quickly. Your eyes roll back, only white being visible. You tighten up, only making Lohen moan. Your fingernails stab into the sheets before they stab into Lohen’s hands. “Lo, I-I’m cumming..” you cry out.
“I know, bun. Fuck, keep scratching at my hands. You just keep turning me on.” He smiles as you continue to tighten up and shake. “I’m almost there, bun. Just a few more climax’s for you.” He gazes over your wet body and your desperate face.
A few more? He makes it seem easy. That selfish horny dick. But, oh god, how you love how he uses you. You adore each of his moans and every time he calls you “bun”. All you want is to keep his attention. To keep him horny. To make him want to fuck you like a toy.
By this point, you’ve orgasmed multiple times and you can tell he’s reaching his goal. Your body is limp. He holds your legs up with his muscular arms, each thrust feeling more and more overwhelming.
“Yes, bun, that’s it..” he moans, pulling your body all the way into his, his balls slap against your lower-half and he holds you there. He tilts his head back, letting out a loud scream of pleasure. Your fingernails dig into his forearms, breaking the skin, mostly because he’s so deep inside you. That’s, of course, when he releases and fills you up more. Your body trembles and shakes with pleasure and pain.
He finally pulls out before flopping onto the bed next to you. He swivels his head to face yours. In between big breaths, he says, “thank you, bun. That felt amazing..”
You nod and smile, still feeling weak.
However, time waits for no man. Lohen is standing up and grabbing your hands to stand up next to him. You let him drag you to an upright position.
“Princess, would you be so kind as to give me a quick blowjob before the second round?” He pleads, one hand on your waist and one already jacking himself off.
You sigh and make your way onto your knees.
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hope u enjoyed!! never rlly written something as detailed as this before 😛 lmk ur thoughts xoxo
A Good Bunny Stays in Her Pen [4/10]: Joy
xsilverstar (AO3)
chai-writes-stuff (tumblr)
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chapter summary — you’re not just any woman. you’re one who’s been hurt before.
smut flavor — oral (fem receiving)
trigger warning(s) — panic attack
word count — 4.4k | ao3
It’s 8 AM at the precinct and the police force is split between those in the know and those who are not supposed to be. Lohen sits with the tiny spattering of detectives forced to recuse themselves, each and every one of them degenerates who spend too much of their free time drinking with bunny girls. Lohen’s not surprised that Varka and a few of the other detectives fall into this pool, but he’s certainly intrigued by the straight-laced woman stuck at the bottom with them.
“No way,” Lohen says with a snort. “You’re recused, Eula? I didn’t know you had a thing for bunny girls.”
Eula’s eyes narrow, her fingers typing away at her keyboard. In a cold voice, she answers, “I don’t. I just have a friend who works there. That’s all.”
“Right,” Lohen replies, his eyes gliding to the picture frame on her desk. “A friend.”
Eula swipes the photo of the brown-haired woman out of Lohen’s sight. She shoots back, “You’re recused as well. I presume you also have a friend at the cabaret.”
“Mm…mine’s more than just a friend.”
“...Good for you, then.”
“Want some tips?” Lohen asks snarkily, leaning back against her desk. “I may not look it, but I’m something of a romantic at heart.”
“I don’t need tips,” Eula hisses, her white cheeks turning red.
“But you said she’s just your friend.”
“She’s not—...you’re just trying to find someone else to wreak havoc on aren’t you?”
“Here’s some advice: start off by telling her you’re a lesbian.”
“You—!” Eula’s eyes bulge, her hands forming fists over her keyboard. “Look, she’s not my friend, she’s my partner! Are you satisfied?!”
Lohen snickers.
The door to the southern cubicles creaks open, a man with blue-hair and a wicked eyepatch strolling in. He looks at them all with a smirk, like he’s in on one big fat secret that he’d just love to hold over their heads. The man Lohen knows as Senior Detective Kaeya plops down into one of the various swivel chairs, folding his arms behind his head. He rotates from side to side, making the rusty axles go squee, squee, squee every time.
“You guys want to know, don’t you?” he asks, unprompted.
“We’re recused,” Eula says firmly. “You’re not supposed to tell us anything, Kaeya.”
“Who cares? It’s not like anyone here did it. And it really is quite fascinating.”
Lohen huffs, amused. “Not to hang myself or anything, but I was kind of there that night. You know I might be a potential person of interest, right?”
Kaeya’s eye gleams. “That’s all the more reason for you to want to know, isn’t it? I’m willing to share. If you beg me enough times.”
“I’m not begging you for anything,” Lohen answers with a laugh. “We all know you blab when you want to.”
“Hm…you’ve got a point.”
Squee, squee, squee. Like he’s observing a pack of animals at the zoo, Kaeya continues to stare and smile.
“...You’re killing me man,” one of the rookies says. “Just spill already.”
“Would Miss Goody-Two Shoes like to leave first?”
Eula crosses her arms. She looks at the photo frame, face-down on her desk, and says nothing.
“Alright then.” Kaeya gives them a toothy grin. “Albedo and Sucrose got the results on that gas chromatography test. The analysis of the champagne glass the victim drank from.”
The glass was preserved. Someone with a head on their shoulders must have responded to the case. The force is thin right now, so it must have been Sergeant Jean.
“What’d it show?” another rookie asks.
Kaeya pops his eyebrows. “Dichloromethane. For you newbies, that’s the kind of compound found in paint strippers and pesticides. Easy to get. Colorless. Incredibly deadly.”
“Shit,” rookie number one says. “You mean it’s a homicide?”
“Looks to be that way.” Kaeya rubs his chin, smirking. “But we’re struggling to place a suspect. We’ve got a lot of eyewitness interviews ahead of us.”
Lohen frowns. “Cameras?”
“Heh. It’s a business, but it’s not the Mond Bank. The manager handles the security system by herself…seems there was some kind of hardware error that slipped under her nose.”
“What?” Eula’s brows furrow. “That’s concerning.”
“Right? But what do I know?” Kaeya shakes his head, smiling. “One woman can only handle so much, right? Not her fault if the cheap security system doesn’t pull its weight. Though I imagine she’ll shell out a pretty penny for a new one, after this whole debacle.”
“Hopefully. Rosaria is an incredibly strong woman, but…” Eula’s hand rests on her photo frame. “She can’t handle it all herself.”
“Yep. So we’re just going to round up the usual suspects.”
“Hm.” Lohen turns his gaze to the window, arms crossed over his chest. “Seems about right.”
“Dude,” Theodore says, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “Why the hell would you go and do something like that without even talking to me? I thought we had a system!”
“We do,” Lohen answers. He holds his cellphone in one hand and a black brick-shaped device in his other. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
“You’re going to be, like, key suspect number one! What if they look into you so far that they end up finding the other things?! What if…what if we’re exposed?!”
“Calm down. They’re not gonna find anything.”
He taps the directional buttons on the brick, filling the LCD screen with strings of text. Navigating to the right shows a new wall of messages, and after a quick look down the list, he settles on a name.
Allec: Been a while since I’ve seen you, Bunny.
Allec: I’ll pay you double for a date. No touching or anything.
Allec: I’ll pay triple for above the belt.
Allec: 4x for below the belt?
Allec: Fuck, I’ll pay 5x just to see you. Please stop ignoring me.
Allec: Please, Bunny. I miss you.
Allec: You got a new guy or something? Pays more than I do?
Allec: Just fucking answer me.
Allec: You cunt.
“Lohen?”
His breath hitches. He feels that grin on his lips again, the one he always gets when bloodlust stirs at him. Theodore’s used to seeing it, but Lohen wipes it off his face anyway.
“No worries,” he tells the other man. “I just found the answer to our problems.”
It’s around noon when you type up a message to send Lohen. Last night, he had asked if you wanted to stay a while, and you accepted his offer. Since everything that’s happened at the cabaret, you still don’t feel right, and the last thing you want is to be alone.
Well, you’re technically alone. But you’re alone in Lohen’s condo. It feels safer than spending your next few days off at home. It eases your paranoia, if even just a little.
You’re probably just stressed. Maybe a little conflicted. Tohler had done something horrible to you, and something horrible happened to him in turn. Lohen’s insistent that it’s karmic retribution, so you should think of it that way too. Anything to ease the shivers at your spine.
You look down at your message and tap “send”.
[You]
Hi, Lohen. Sorry to bug you while you’re working, but would you mind grabbing my mail on your way back? I usually get a few statements on the first of the month.
The grey “read” check lights up blue immediately. It’s probably because he’s on lunch or a break of some kind, but it makes your cheeks tickle when you imagine he’s reading it so fast because it’s from you.
[Lohen]
Don’t worry about the statements. I’ve got all that handled.
You blink.
[You]
What do you mean?
[Lohen]
That you don’t have to worry about it. I got ya.
[You]
But I have to know how much my bills are…
[Lohen]
No you don’t ;)
[You]
Are you saying you paid them for me????
[Lohen]
I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?
Awestruck, you drop down onto his couch. Your jaw hangs open as you read his message again and again, ensuring that you haven’t misinterpreted his words. A heavy weight feels like it's been taken off your shoulders, but the pressure of reciprocation soon takes its place. What are you, a broke woman with a sea of credit card debt, supposed to do to repay a man who handles your problems so valiantly?
You fiddle with your thumbs as you debate your response.
[You]
I’ve gotta do something for you.
[Lohen]
Nah, it’s all good bun. Just rest up and feel better, yeah?
[You]
Lohen. You can’t just pay all my bills and tell me not to do something for you in return.
[You]
I mean, you literally saved my ass. I was scared just thinking about how much interest it’d be this time.
[Lohen]
Hm…I guess if you really want to do something, you could decorate the condo? Since I’ve got a man’s sense of decor…or whatever it was you said lol
[Lohen]
My card’s on the kitchen table.
[You]
You pay my bills and now you’re giving me your card to spend more of your money????
[Lohen]
Yeah :P It’d make me happy if I came back and the place looked like it’s ours.
Ours. What a deep meaning that word holds. How intimate it would be, to possess something with someone. How much closer it’d make you feel to him.
Your eyes sweep around the blank walls and undecorated furnishings. You envision a runner at the doorway, a collection of artwork and accent pieces studding the living room. Maybe even some bunny-themed cushions for his couch, that you’ll cuddle up to when he’s not home. You could make his space feel alive. Like you and him live here, together.
You’re smiling before you know it.
[You]
Alright. Just remember you asked for this! ;) <3
[Lohen]
Haha you won’t hear any complaints from me pretty girl <3
When Lohen unlocks his front door, he almost thinks he’s got the wrong house.
Thump!
His eyes take in the soft rugs and hanging portraits, the pretty glass jar that his homemade bubble gum now sits in instead of a random bucket of tupperware. He hears your feet running through the halls, and when your glowing face appears in the corridor, you’re grinning from ear to ear. You laugh as you propel yourself into him, tackling your arms around his neck with a girlish giggle.
His arms immediately encircle you. Against his ear, you say, “You’re finally back! I’ve been waiting for you!”
Shit, you feel like a warm blanket and smell like his body wash. His heart’s playing jumprope in his chest.
“You missed me?” he asks with a smile.
“Of course I did.”
You beam at him, your eyes twinkling with mirth. The halls around you sparkle, alive with your influence in his dwelling. Standing with him in the entryway, you look like a pretty housewife who’s over the moon that her husband’s come home safely.
To make matters even better, you kiss him. It’s a soft peck, the kind that makes his heart squeeze for you. Lohen’s laughing before he realizes it, pulling you in close for another one.
“Looks like you’ve been busy,” he says. “You definitely have a better sense of interior design than I do.”
“Hey, don’t praise me yet. You haven’t even seen everything.” You wink at him. “Come on, I’ll show you the living room.”
You grasp his hand, pulling him along behind you like an overexcited puppy pulls at its owner’s leash. He envisions a sweet blue collar around your neck for only a second, distracting himself from the thought with the texture of your palm.
“Do you like it?” you ask, looking between him and the den. “I even gave your marble a home.”
He’s not sure how you found a golden stand to perfectly house that old thing, but he’s never been surprised by your strokes of genius. His place looks brand new, and yet, you’ve retained the notes of him. Snow globes and metal ornaments and tiny little penguin figures—all things he likes, influenced by your touch. His eyes drop to the couch, where you’ve set a blue bunny cushion on one side and a pink bunny on the other.
“Lohen?”
You’re clutching your wrist, smiling at the ground as you subtly sway from side to side. He’s taking his phone out and snapping a picture of you before you even realize it.
“Hey,” you say, blinking rapidly. “Delete that. I probably look stupid.”
“You don’t look stupid,” he answers, laughing. “I took a pic ‘cause you look so cute.”
“Let me see,” you grumble.
“You’re just gonna delete it if I do that.” He smirks, slotting his phone back into his pocket. “The place looks really good, Bun. I love it.”
You look like you’re caught between wanting to argue about the photo and being touched by his praise. Lifting a finger to your hair, you absentmindedly twirl one of your locks.
“I’m glad you like it,” you say softly.
His heart lurches into his throat. Heat’s soaking through his face as he watches you, and when you turn your eyes back onto him, he’s falling to shambles.
“...Can I take another photo?” he asks.
“No.”
“Aw, come on, Bun! You’re just so cute!”
“I’m a mess today,” you argue, your eyes trained on the ground. “If you’re gonna take a picture of me, I want to look pretty for it.”
“Oh?” He grins, closing the distance between you. “You wanna look pretty for the picture or for me?”
Your lips split into a toothy grin. He grabs your hips, gives you a teasing little pull, and you laugh before him. Playfully, he nibbles your earlobe and asks, “Which one, Bun?”
“For you,” you giggle. “I always want to look pretty for you, Lohen.”
“You already do, Bun. Every day, without even trying.”
“Now you’re just flattering me.”
“I’m just being honest.”
He gives you a big kiss, feeling the rumble of your laughter against his mouth. He leans you back, peppers you with sloppy, wet kisses, and feels your fingers curl tightly into his shoulders.
“Hey Bun,” he purrs against your skin. “I’m filthy. Wanna take a shower with me?”
“You’re bold today, huh? I thought it was just last night that you were too nervous to see me naked.”
He smirks. “A lot can happen in a single night.”
Your teeth dig into your grinning lower lip. “I guess that’s right.”
“Wait,” you say, your skin still dewy from the shower, “shouldn’t I be doing this to you?”
“No,” Lohen replies, his head cushioned between your thighs. “This is my way of saying thank you.”
“Yeah, but—.” Your voice catches, ankles crossing over his back. “But you paid my bills.”
“Mhm,” Lohen says, his mouth closing around your wet clit. “You decorated. That part’s harder.”
“Oh,” you reply, heat rising to your face. Your core throbs when he lets his tongue out, runs it up the length of your quivering cunt. “I-I guess it does take a bit of effort…”
Lohen’s eyes flick up to yours. Fingers curl surely around your thighs, and with an encouraging push, hold them up higher. It gives him more access to you, and with a hot suck of his lips, sends throbs of pleasure even deeper into your core.
You lean your head back, threading your fingers through his hair. Dreamily, you moan, “That feels good.”
He laughs, tickling your insides. You wince somewhat, a sharp pulse of pleasure dictating your hips to rub into his mouth. His eyes fall shut, those long, curly lashes of his touching one another, and with all the eagerness in the world, Lohen goes at you like he’s starving. His tongue curls into your hole, licks you up and down, provides just enough friction against your twitching clit. He lets out a satisfied sound, and the way it tickles your thighs steals your breath away.
“Fuck,” you say, half-whining. “Lohen.”
His fingers squeeze into the fat of your thighs. Bringing his teeth out, he gives your nub a grazing investigation. His eyes look up at you, and you squeeze his fistful of hair harder. Seemingly satisfied with this, he moves down to your inner folds, giving you another little rub between his teeth. He switches back to his tongue after, and when he runs it all the way up the length of you, you gasp.
He pulls his mouth away and you’re instantly whining, “Lohen—.”
“One sec,” he says, reaching over your thigh with a curl of his bicep, bringing his middle finger to his lips. “Is it okay if I finger you?”
Your brain short circuits. All you know is the word yes.
Lohen chuckles. He coats that finger of his with his saliva, and when he descends back onto you, he curls it inside.
“Oh, God,” you sputter, your back arching. “Wait, wait, that’s too much.”
He eases the pressure of his tongue against you. The finger inside you doesn’t curl so deep.
“Okay,” you say, struggling for breath. “That’s a bit bet—oh.”
You’re interrupted by your own gasp. Forcing you from your reprieve, Lohen’s finger rubs against a tender spot within you. Almost immediately, his mouth turns light, his finger withdraws, and you’re coming down from that euphoric sensation once again.
“You’re…kind of mean,” you sputter.
Lohen laughs. You expect him to do the same thing again—soft and slow then hot and hard—but he instead remains gentle. His finger barely moves in and out of you, his lips just barely touching yours. You catch your breath, and as his teasing goes on longer and longer, you whine, “You’re really mean!”
He laughs again. Stupid Lohen and his stupid proclivity for mischief—is edging you really his way of saying thank you?!
“What?” Lohen asks, his hot breath setting every nerve ending you have ablaze. “I thought you said it was too much.”
“Now it’s not enough,” you complain, your brows arching. “Fuck, just go back to what you were doing before.”
“Not gonna lie,” he answers, “I kinda like how desperate you look right now.”
You whimper. Pressing your eyes shut, your legs tuck around him harder.
“Why don’t you beg?” he asks hotly. “Huh, Princess?”
“Fuck,” you moan. “Please, please, please.”
“Ah, yeah,” he replies, lips giving your clit a chaste kiss. “Thatta girl.”
“Please,” you continue to say, clawing his hair harder, digging your leglock into his skin. “Lohen, please. Please. Please—.”
Your voice raises an octave, devolving into sobs and whines as Lohen gives your attention-starved cunt what you’ve been begging for. His finger fucks you hard, curling up against your sensitive flesh with each thrust, and with his mouth closed around your clit, he sucks like he’s trying to draw something out of you. You’re crying, you’re pleading, and you’re rocking your hips into his face until he’s a dripping wet mess and his sheets are ruined. Lohen keeps up the intensity, you crash over the brink again, and with your chin presented to the heavens, you wail for him.
You’ve never felt like this before. No one’s ever put their mouth on you like this, or even cared about getting you off in the process. When Lohen makes you cum on his finger and devote your prayers to the Gods above, you feel like you might just rise out of your own body, your soul ascending to holy goodness.
“Stop, stop, stop,” you realize you’re saying. “Lohen, stop it, you’re making me—.” You yelp. “You’re making me cum so—hard!”
Fuck, you’ve never screamed like this before. It’s embarrassing.
Lohen’s lips loosen around you. In a soft murmur, he says, “Good job. Really good job, pretty girl.”
Your chest’s heaving up and down. Your breath shudders and shakes, and with tears filling your eyes, you gaze up at his ceiling. Lohen gently loosens your grip on his hair, and the mattress dips around you as he climbs your way. When those red-blue eyes meet yours, a hot trail of tears roll down your cheeks.
“Oh shit,” he says, chuckling. Cupping your face, he kisses your cheek with his wet lips, purring, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, Bun.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders. When he kisses your jaw again, you feel the poke of something hard against you.
You lick your lips and swallow. Now would be the perfect time—you’re at the peak of your affections for him, he’s clearly over the moon for you, and you’ve been wanting it, haven’t you?
But your lips won’t move. The words won’t come out.
“I made such a mess out of you,” Lohen says with a laugh. “Sorry, Bun. Can I kiss you, or…?”
“Yes,” you say. “Of course you can.”
When he catches your lips in a loving kiss, you have lingering doubts at the back of your mind. The bugling fabric of Lohen’s briefs brushes against you, but he doesn’t ask to fuck you. He’s probably waiting for you to tell him, so he knows it’s okay.
Because his love for you is pure. He treats you far better than any man you’ve ever met.
“Eh?” Lohen says. “You’re still crying.”
You blink rapidly. He brushes your tears away, smiling at you. As you stare at each other, an unsaid question hangs in the air.
Lohen breaks the silence first. “We should clean up again.”
You smile gratefully and nod.
The next morning, you’re making breakfast for Lohen while he’s getting ready for work. He comes up behind you, smelling like woodsy cologne, and wraps those sturdy arms around your waist. He kisses your ear, and you giggle.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says.
“Good morning, handsome,” you quip back. “Dressed and ready, are you?”
“Wish I wasn’t,” he says. “Not when you wake me up looking like this.”
You’re cheeky about it, wiggling your hips. All you’re wearing is the cute apron you picked up during your decor run the day prior, over top of your underwear. You figured you may as well walk around the place like it’s home, especially when you know he won’t mind.
Lips closed, Lohen chuckles. Quietly, he says, “I really like seeing you first thing in the morning.”
Your face tickles with warmth. Smiling from ear-to-ear, you nod.
“Hey, Bun,” he says slowly. “Why don’t you just…stay with me?”
“Hm? I don’t go back to work until Thursday, so I’ll be here today.”
“No, I mean…past Thursday.” His grip on you tightens. “If you stay with me…I promise I’ll take care of you. You won’t even have to work at the club anymore. You could just…do what you want. And live here. With me.”
You flash him a smile. “You’re joking.”
He doesn’t smile back. Your eyes widen, and all of a sudden, your throat’s so tight, you feel like you’ve got a collar around it.
You turn back to the stove, looking at the bunny-shaped eggs frying away in their metal stencils. The yolks jiggle in the center, the whites bubbling around the edges.
“Okay,” Lohen says eventually, his mirthful tone returning. “I get it. You’re an independent woman, aren’t you?”
Your tense shoulders fall slack. Laughing, you reply, “Yeah…something like that.”
“That’s alright. I respect it, Bunny.” His breath is a whisper into your ear. “I won’t stop asking, though.”
He gives you a quick peck. You shiver.
“I gotta run,” he says, pulling away and leaving you cold in his absence. “If you need anything, just call me, okay?”
“Huh?” You look at the frying eggs, then at Lohen’s back as he exits the kitchen. “You’re not going to—? Eat.”
You scamper after him, but by the time you finish your sentence, the front door is closed and Lohen’s gone.
Left alone in his dim condo, your mind swims. Did you say something wrong? Should you have just said yes, told him you’d move in? Even if it was a joke, was he just trying to see if you cared? Does he think you don’t like him now? Did you fuck things up, just like you always have at every point in your terrible fucking life?
Your shoulders shake with a sob. Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you sniffle.
Then you smell something burning. Rushing back into the kitchen, you cut the heat to the stove, and you stare down at the charred bunnies in the frying pan. What a giant mess you have made, with your own two hands.
Lohen holds his hand to his mouth, his face smoldering under his palm. As he marches to his car, he thinks that he’s stupid, stupid, stupid.
“I should turn around,” he says quickly. “But if I turn around I might panic. And if I panic she’ll get scared, and I don’t want Bunny to be scared of me.”
Fuck, his throat is closing up. Fuck, he’s starting to feel like he can’t breathe. The garage walls warp, and when he stumbles into his car, he clutches his fist over his heaving chest.
“I just want her to love me,” he whines. “Why doesn’t she ever say she loves me?”
He doesn’t have time for this. He can’t break down like this—not when he’s supposed to be your protector, your knight. He can’t hurt your feelings and then leave so he can cry like a bitch in his car, because he’s supposed to be the branch holding you up, he’s supposed to lend you the nutrients, he’s supposed to stretch you to the sun, and make sure you never fucking fall away from him.
He jams his hand into his pocket, withdrawing a lump of pink bubblegum. Shoving it into his mouth, he chews and chews and chews, and eventually, the panic settles.
“People are scared, Lohen. Just because someone hurts you, doesn’t mean that they meant to. Sometimes fear can impact people’s judgment.”
“For once,” he growls, sniffling in the driver’s seat, “the old man’s right.”
You’re not just any woman—you’re one who’s been hurt before. Even if Lohen’s as gentle as he is, you’ve been wired to stay on alert. You don’t hate him, you’re just not used to this kind of princess treatment. Before he came along to save you, you were struggling for so, so long on your own.
You’re just guarded. It’s only natural that it would take you time to fully trust him. It’s only natural that you didn’t run after him.
Ping!
He immediately snatches his phone to his face, but instead of seeing your name on his screen, he sees Theodore’s.
[Theo]
Just got dispatched.
[Theo]
They found him.
His breath stills. Slowly, surely, Lohen smiles.
a/n: thank you so much for reading! chapter 5, Lepus Miles, Requiem, is going to be a very loaded chapter that is also set to be the longest in this series so far (6k+ words). because of this, i really want to take my time in reviewing/editing. this time, I plan to post Chapter 5 on 7/22 to allow myself time to polish it while also working on other oneshots/drabbles and the like! im so happy that there are people who look forward to chapters of this series, and i am ever so grateful for your love and support! <3
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I got inspo from someone else’s anonymous question
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The scene: You, six months pregnant, more than halfway done with this thing, are trying to make dinner when Lohen comes back from Mondstadt and finds you moving “heavy” things around.
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You’re picking up a large pan when the door swings open and Lohen stands in the frame.
“Is that my lovely wife making me din- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” His face turns to white as he races toward you, grabbing the pan and placing it down on the stove.
“Lohen! It’s just a pan.. not even like 10 pounds.” You scoff, trying to continue dinner.
“Uh, no. No, no, no, no! You will not lift anything over a pound. We cannot risk it, princess. Go sit, I will make dinner.” He shuffles you out of the kitchen. You, with a smug face, chuckle.
“Do you.. even know how to cook?” You tease, sitting down on a stool that overlooks the kitchen.
Lohen frantically searches for random items around the room. “O- of course I do! Don’t be silly, bun!” The items he finds consists of: a butter knife, a tomato, flour, salt, and a skewer.
“Well, then. What are you making me tonight? Like, what’s the big idea here?” You cup your chin in your hands, watching in amusement.
Lohen attempts to cut the tomato with a butter knife before sighing and pulling out his own dagger and slicing it with haste. “Uhm.. skewered tomatoes?” He looks up at you, pathetically.
You begin to stand back up, “love, just let me make some food. I’m starving, scooch.” However, before you know it, you’re being forced back onto your stool with random spews about “what the doctor said”.
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was this funsies? Should I do more lohen as a father snippets? Lmk 🌸
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Does anyone care for a possible prequel? I feel like we get SO much of dom Lohen, but not enough dom reader. Lmk what you think x
content: lohen x reader, afab reader, prequel, suggestive(?), swearing 🙊
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The wooden door to your home creaks open, just as you expected. A gentle breeze wisps through your kitchen before a familiar face peaks in.
“Y/n, are you home?” Lohen shuffles into the door frame.
“Over here, Lohen.” You say, your back turnt from him as you chop up an onion. He stands there for a second too long, his eyes obviously lingering. “Lohen, are you going to come in?” You smirk, tilting your head towards his direction.
“I- uh- yes. Heh. Apologies, bun.” He closes the door behind him and checks the locks. “May I be of assistance?”
You take a second to think before assigning him the chopping of the onion. You move about the kitchen, gently touching his back with every swift movement.
You notice Lohen is wiping his eyes constantly. Then, you realize.
“Lohen, is the onion making you teary-eyed? Poor, poor baby.” You grab his waist and turn him around, wiping his eyes for him.
“Hey- I- I don’t appreciate when you belittle me. I am a vice captain.” He whimpers, to you, it’s almost as pathetic as a kitten.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” You put a finger to his lips. “I will call you whatever I please. I don’t care if you’re a vice captain. You’re mine. My toy. Understand?” You release your finger and return to making food.
Behind you, you hear him catch his breath and mutter a soft, “holy fuck” beneath his breath. You smirk, knowing of the power you hold over him.
Lohen is going on an expedition to Liyue, and you’re worried it’s too dangerous.
~lohen x reader, fem reader, lowkey sad, fluff, lohen x wife, kinda suggestive, i promise it has a happy ending..~
Includes: Lohen, Diluc, Varka, Qiqi mention, fem reader
Im new at this so be nice <\3
just a short one ☝️
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“Lohen, I’m unsure about this upcoming expedition. Will you make it back in one piece? What’s the real purpose?” You crossed your arms in your kitchen, your feet firmly planted and eyes stuck on your husband.
Lohen scoffs before realizing you were being serious. “Bun- it’s not something to worry about. Varka just wants some more intel on the fatui’s work down there. Plus, are you implying that I’m weak? You, of all people, should know.” He smirks.
You break eye contact, swallowing hard before pulling your gaze to the hallway. “I just.. Varka mentioned tough terrain and fierce enemies at the tavern last night. Plus, there’s so much preparation that would have to happen beforehand. I don’t want to be stuck here alone.”
Lohen steps foreword, placing a gentle grip on your chin and swiveling it to look into his eyes. “Bun, I’ll put the orders in place, you could stay with your parents!” After you say, he pulls you in for a reaffirming hug. “I’ll be just fine, don’t you worry, my little bunny.”
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Lohen loads up his supplies into the ship before stepping off and smiling at you. You frown, wiping a tear. He struts towards you, wrapping his arms under yours and lifting you up off your feet.
“It’s just two months. You’ll keep yourself busy, bun. You can check in with Varka on updates. His place is just across from yours. I love you, bun. Stay safe.” Before you could say you love him back, his back turns away and leaves you and your tears lonely, once again.
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After a few weeks, you’re sitting on a bar stool at the tavern, Diluc refilling your glass hourly.
“Missing your absolutely insane husband?” Diluc leans over the counter, offering a shot of your favorite vodka.
You pick up the small glass and swallow. “Ah. Yes. Surprisingly, I am concerned for my husband’s wellbeing.”
The door behind you creeks open and Diluc turns around, immediately starting to fill up a glass with local Mondstadt beer.
Beside you now sits the grandmaster of the knights of favonius. “I thought I’d find you here, Mrs. [y/n].” Diluc hands Varka a glass and he nods back.
“Varka! How is he? How is my Lohen?” You spin towards him, much like a high school girl who is enamored with a crush.
Varka takes a sip before locking eyes with you. “He’s.. well enough?” Your eyebrows furrow, confused. “He.. got into it with some of the Fatui. He’s mostly angry, not too bad of injuries, but is coming home early. Im sorry, ma’am.”
You readjust your position, staring into your drink. Diluc stops drying a glass and gives you a worried look. A million thoughts go through your head. Who you’re going to murder, if he’ll be okay, when he’ll be home, what he’ll be like when he’s back, etc.
“When is he home?” You ask Varka, not looking up.
“Tomorrow afternoon. It takes some time to sail from Liyue to Dornman Port.”
You inhale sharply and stand up. “I imagine there’s already arrangements for someone to send me back up to Dornman? Shall I go pack up my things?”
Varka nods, hands Diluc two handfuls of mora, and escorts you to your hotel.
“I’ll wait out here. Come outside when your things are packed, my boys will load it up. This is all Lohen’s orders.” Varka opens your door.
You step in and walk upstairs. As you shove clothes into your suitcase, you full-heartedly breakdown. Tears stream down your puffy cheeks and your hands can no longer catch your tears. You crumble onto a pile of clothes, one of them being Lohen’s jacket. He left it behind, since it’s warm in Liyue. After one second of smelling his scent, you remember what’d he say..
“Bun, don’t cry, I’m right here. You’re safe.”
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The ride back to Dornman Port is quiet. The boars are resting and the moon is all what’s keeping you not from losing everything. You and Lohen, probably both staring up at the dark sky. You wipe a lonely tear from your eye.
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The morning of his arrival comes far too late, it seems. That being, the sun still shines upon your face when Adorno opens your window.
“Good morning! You fell asleep on the ride up here. I, thankfully, was collecting moths when the knights came by. After seeing you, I had them bring you to my place.” Adorno places clean, folded clothes on the edge of the bed.
You rub your eyes and scratch your head before realizing the time. You jump up, panicked.
Adorno chuckles, “he should be arriving within the next few minutes. I reckon you should be on your way.” He steps out of your room, softly closing the door.
Within minutes, you’re sprinting out the front door and saying ‘goodbye’ and ‘thank you’ to Adorno who only smiles and nods back. You race towards the docks. The other townspeople stumble as you pass them, you apologize frantically.
Reaching the docks, you swivel your neck rapidly to find his boat. Just in time, someone is helping him off the ship at the end of a dock. You race towards him, falling apart at his feet.
“Bun- I-“ you cut him off.
“You’re alive..” he pulls you to your feet. “And just for reference, I am never forgiving you for this.” You point your finger in his face, a hand on your hip and your chest falling up and down as you pant.
“Bunny. Let’s go home, I’ll explain.” He tries to take your arm before a voice behind him grumbles.
“Lohen.. I have orders I have to follow here.” A knight walks up to the two of you. “Mrs. [y/n].” He takes your hand and gently bows as Lohen rolls his eyes. “Lohen has an infection in his arm, and Qiqi from Liyue asks that he takes this antibiotic for two weeks. He cannot work until it’s fully healed. No heavy lifting. No.. strenuous activities.” He swallows before nodding and returning to the ship.
Your head swivels and you disappointingly shake your head at your husband. “Hold onto me, let’s go.”
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Back at home, you enter your bedroom and sit down on the bed.
“Lohen, what happened? Why? Why did you do something so stupid? Were you even thinking?” You can’t bear to make eye contact with him.
He sighs and stands in the doorway. “Bun, I had to. They sounded familiar and I just.. I thought they were from when I was a kid. I don’t know. It wasn’t the best decision making on my part, I admit.”
“You… were you thinking about me? About us?” You bring your gaze to meet his. “Imagine if you were seriously injured and couldn’t come home. Or, if you like, died or something!” You bite your lip.
“That’s not fair. I was… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, bun.” He sits down next to you.
You swallow and fall into his chest. “I spent the whole time in pain. Every night was cold, lonely, and miserable. Just to find out that you hurt yourself doing something stupid. That isn’t fair, Lohen.” You stand up, wiping away memorable tears and walking backwards until your back is up against the wall.
He stands up, following you. His hands meet your waist and he pulls himself in. “I’ll never do something like that again. I’ll always think of my bun. I’ll think of our future. I’m sorry.” He uses his left hand to pull your chin up towards his, and his left to push your hair out of your face before planting a kiss on your nose. “My little bunny.”
You grunt, still somewhat angry, but mostly grateful that he’s home. You smile and hug him close.
“Now.. there’s a certain something that’s been missing for the last few weeks. Bun..? Would you join me in the shower?” He pulls your wrist as he walks out of the room.
“Qiqi said no strenuous activities!” You teasingly shout.
