kolya

This one is for those who want to see lohen cry <3 🤍🤍

This one is for those who want to see lohen cry <3 🤍🤍

stockholm syndrome with lohen and a mentally ill reader. you stuck out like a sore thumb to lohen, always isolated, the one covered in scars, the one who had odd habits, the one who deemed themselves a burden, to be unlovable, that nobody would care if you were gone, and nobody cares for you now. but lohen cares, he cares too much. he’d been stalking you for so long, it physically hurt to not take you every moment he could.

he’s a complete stranger to you, but you’re not to him. it began with him just idly watching you, interested in what the lonely person was doing. he was bored…he found you attractive. you frequented the area a lot, seemed to enjoy the outside breeze and walking around, circling the park way too much. he later found out you did it to burn calories, not cause you actually enjoyed the outdoors.

he started following you home, wondering what you’d do after. it was chaste, he didn’t mean for it to get to an obsession. he started worrying, started getting curiouser and curiouser about your life. what would such a pretty person like you be doing all alone and sad? wearing sleeves in warm weather? hanging your head down low? he really didn’t mean it to get out of hand.

it was little things, taking pictures of you when you slept, when you daydreamt, when you prepared your favourite safe meal. felt domestic.

it turned into taking an old shirt that still smelt like you, rubbing his face against the towel you used to dry yourself off with, rolling in your sheets when you went off to work.

domesticity plagued his mind. he would leave little gifts outside and inside your home. buying an extra box of your favourite safe snack. a new plush of your favourite animal. cleaning up your bloody rags and sheets for you. delivering bouquets of flowers, changing them in a vase every so often if they started wilting. leaving encouraging messages around your living space with stickey notes, all sweet and uplifting.

it grew into jacking himself off in your bed with your used panties, grabbing the hair you ripped out of your head from the trash, and quietly slotting himself in your closet while he ever so slowly touched himself, admiring your sleeping face. he left you pretty, perfectly sized lingerie that he wanted to see you in. asked for you to save some blood in a vile next time you cut deep. hoped you dozed off while using toys so he could lick up the cum still on it. left hidden cameras and microphones all around your living space so he could monitor you. secretly installed a gps tracker in your phone so he could make sure you were safe at work, when going out.

he liked the taste of your tears when you cried in your sleep. he thought it was a blessing you sometimes didn’t bother with aftercare when cutting yourself, he would lick the dry blood clean from your body, it tasted beautiful, just like your salty tears. he wished every single bite you spat out was spat into his mouth, feeding him like a baby bird. he’d feed you himself if he had just taken you…

yes, taking you would solve all your problems! you wouldn’t have to feel so miserable anymore! he read your diary constantly, read the pages splattered in blood, the ones where it was inconceivable chicken scratch, the suicide notes that never will see the light of day outside of that journal. it pained him watching you suffer alone, he was so sick and tired of you suffering! he had to do something!

so, he introduces himself when you were on an exercise purge again. he was so sweet and gentlemanly. he knew he was a good man when he kidnapped you. you didn’t know him, but he would change that. he would show you just how much he loved you, just how much he cared about you. he drugged you, of course. you were still fully conscious, you just couldn’t move. he needed you to listen to him, why he was doing this.

and once he showed you, everyday, just how much he loved you? he was the happiest man in the world. making you healthy meals, buying you your dream wardrobe, carving you wooden crafts, making sure you slept well, took care of your hygiene. when you still didn’t trust him? he had to show you another way, by worshipping your body.

he would never put his pleasure first, he praises you while he makes love to your limp body, drugged again. he’s sorry, but how else will you stay to let him display his devotion? he will love all your scars, every part of your body you think is “fat” or “ugly”, every part of your body you loathe, he will love every single part of it, because it’s you. and the more days he showed his undying obsession for you, the more you thought…this couldn’t be so bad.

you finally have someone to love you in every way, to care for you. he didn’t make you cut, he didn’t make you starve, he didn’t make you suck him off, he didn’t make you work. if you relapsed behind his back? just let him know. he’ll lick away all your blood, clean up any mess, make love to you until all you can think about is his cock kissing your insides with love instead of the hatred you have for yourself. he will mark you all over to distract you from the marks you made on yourself. wake him up when you feel bad, call him when you feel bad, he will drop everything to take care of you. he loved how soft and vulnerable you were, he felt like he was protecting you, like he was doing some good for the world. and you were his perfect world.

he will stay up all night whispering sweet nothings, he will tell you how much he loves you a million times, and never get annoyed when you keep asking. in fact, it makes him happy when you ask, he’s more than willing to rant about all the things he loves about you, material and immaterial.

he asks you to stay inside forever, he will cherish you. outside time was a privilege, he didn’t want anyone looking at his beloved bunny, to steal them away from him. you had to hold on close for outside time. inside? you were free roam after you started getting more “comfortable”, or otherwise, manipulated. lohen said the outside world is a scary place, he read your journals. the past times people had bullied you, taken advantage of you, hurt you. but with him? you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re wanted, you’re loved. to be loved is all you wanted, and now you have it.

lohen will love you forever, a promise. and he never breaks his promises. he would tear out his heart with his bare hands if it meant you could keep going, keep smiling, keep feeling his love.

basically when the wind flashes them your undies others be writing romantic fluffy scenarios but I’m here writing scenarios that are funny in my head lol also childe sticks out like a sore thumb from them hahaha

notes: reader wearing a skirt. no safety shorts (undies only lol). flashing them basically.

: albedo. venti. childe. wanderer. kazuha. lohen.

You see him in the standing in distance as you approach him. As you call out his name ー a gust of wind blows your skirt up!

❥ Albedo remains absolutely still despite catching a glimpse of something he shouldn't have seen. For a second, you’d almost think he missed it entirely — until his gaze quickly darts away to lock onto a nearby flower.

Meanwhile inside his head, he is desperately trying to force himself to think about his alchemy experiments, research notes, or anything other than the exact wind velocity and angle required for such an incident to occur. If you look closely, the light pink dusting his ears betrays his cool composed exterior.

He decides his best course of action is to pretend he never saw a thing and if you dare to bring it up?

He’ll simply launch into an educational monologue to cover his tracks.

“Ah, this flower is quite a rare species. How fortunate h-how quickly I was able to spot it.”

this is a gift fic for @chai-writes-stuff please enjoy, dear❤️ thank you for inviting me into your server.

lohen can't keep his eyes off of you as he moves down between your spread legs. his bunny just looks so cute. looking all shy, and flustered seeing him in such a lewd position.

his gloved fingers brush against your inner thighs. "what's wrong, bunny? are you shy?" he teases before brushing his lips against insides of your thigh, "you have such pretty thighs, bunny," his lips follow in the wake of his touches, lips gentle on your soft skin, "especially when they are spread for me like this."

he kisses a trail from your inner thigh, occasionally flicking his tongue. his honeyed praise tightens something in your core as your body melts. lohen chuckles as a soft moan escapes you. "don't worry, bunny. i know what you want," his mouth stops just short of hovering over your cunt, "you just want to be praised."

your cheeks flush as your heart shakes. praise from lohen. you crave it more than anything. your cunt squeezes at the thought. just the mere promise of praise from him makes juices soak your cunt as your breath hitches in your throat.

keeping his eyes on yours, his tongue parts your pussy lips, making your body jolt as a strangled, desperate whine tears from your throat. "y-yes, lohen. please praise me, please," you can't help but beg a little.

lohen's licks slow stripes up, and down your rapidly soaking cunt. "such a pretty pussy," he breathes into your cunt, sweeping the tip of his tongue around your hole, "so pink, and puffy. it's all mine to devour, isn't that right, bunny?"

"l-lohen--" his name came only sounds from you, blending into a perfect, whiny moan that made his cock ache. your shaking fingers find his head as your hole quivers on his tongue.

"relax, bunny," he teases, kissing his way up to your clit, "i have hardly started praising you yet," he drags his tongue agonizingly slow up to your clit, making you whine as your fingers tangle in his hair.

lohen hovers his mouth over your clit, teasingly blowing on it. "such a cute little clit," he kisses your clit, smirking up at you, "tell me bunny, is it throbbing? because i just can't help but suck on it," his lips latch around your clit, prodding his tongue as he sucks.

your thighs shake as your hips rock up to grind on his mouth, gasping as in pleasure as your walls squeeze around nothing. "yes, lohen. it--it's throbbing so much i can't stand it!"

lohen groans as you press his mouth down on your cunt. the taste of you saturating his tongue nearly makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. "do you know how good you taste?" he asks, swirling his tongue around and around your clit, "do you know how hard having my mouth plastered to your cunt makes me?"

"v-vice captain, lohen!" you can never help yourself calling him that in bed. it was embarrassing, really. pleasure snaps tight in your core as he takes your clit back into his mouth. you writhe as your clit throbs, tugging at his hair.

your hips rock up again to grind on his mouth as tears prickle in your eyes. lohen's hands find your hips, stroking them like he is handling the most delicate thing in the world. he releases your clit with a soft pop.

"you have such gorgeous hips, bunny. i love watching them while you fuck yourself on my mouth," lohen sweeps his tongue down to your drooling hole, flicking his tongue against your opening, "such pretty, and perfect hips. all for me to hold down while i make you cum."

your back arches off the bed as his plunges his tongue inside of you. he vibrates a groan into your cunt as you tug on his hair again. "my good bunny. my pretty bunny. i want to do something for me, okay?" he brings his tongue back up to your clit, making you see stars as he flattens his tongue.

"w-what? lohen, please," tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure is overwhelming, "tell me! i just need to cum, please!" your fingernails dig into his scalp with need.

"ohhh, my bunny is so good to me," lohen swirls his tongue around your clit, making you tremble as you whine, "you knew what i wanted before i even asked," he kisses your clit, "i was going to ask you to let me hear how pretty you sound when you cum."

stars burst white hot behind your eyes as lohen assaults your clit. you can barely breathe around your moans, your orgasm is so close. "lohen, please! i-i am gonna cum!" you cry out in a strangled cry of pleasure.

"my bunny sounds so pretty," lohen moans, drunk on the taste of your cunt, "i can't get enough. be a good bunny, and cum for me. let me taste it," he holds your hips down as your body jolts.

your head spins in the wake of his praise, your body crumbling as your pussy makes a mess on his tongue. lohen soaks up every twitch of pleasure from you, lapping at your release.

he nurses you through your orgasm, stroking your hips. "i've got you, bunny. relax, and let it all out. i enjoy the sound," he doesn't take his mouth off of your cunt until you stop twitching, and your moans evened out, completely satisfied.

licking his lips, lohen lifts his mouth from your cunt. "can i just say how pretty my bunny looks, all fucked out for me," his hand cups your jaw, bringing his lips to yours in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. his tongue parts your lips, sliding sensually over yours.

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"Lohen had forgotten what real agony felt like — until the Racher of Solnari almost killed him."