anon, you got me, gal.

☆ you know things aren't neat when you wake up—sheets, clothes, pillows—but you don't expect levi's hair to be one of them—and to the point of disaster, at that.

☾ cw: none!

especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.

every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.

his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.

the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.

and he just can’t help himself.

the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.

he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.

he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.

“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.

“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.

his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.

the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.

you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.

satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.

“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”

he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.

the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.

satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.

he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.

the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.

you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.

satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.

"You're a clumsy one aren't 'cha?"

You heard Lohen say, the amusement in his voice clear as daylight. Looking up from your meal, you see him eyeing your face. His usual grin a little wider now.

A light laugh left his lips at your confusion. Instead of telling you, he merely pointed to his cheek.

He could see the gears in your head moving before you finally caught on. But instead of wiping away the small splotch of food on your cheek like he thought, you had suddenly leaned over.

The warm and soft press of your lips to his cheek. So sudden... Yet so sweet...

A hand immediately covered the lower half of his reddening face, while the other had spontaneously stabbed the dining knife he had in his grasp earlier straight into the table .

His cuteness aggression flaring up, he felt the need to stab the table again. The other patrons who had saw the display of affection be damned. They can whisper all they want, he just needed a minute...

summary — aether asks lohen some questions about you.

themes — chai's self-indulgent lohen voiceline headcanons, fluff and humor, librarian!reader, mild suggestive themes, many references to my other lohen works

WC: 602

About Bunny, I

“Oh, hey there, Honorary Knight! How can I—? Hm? What’s that? You ran into Bunny, you say? And she told you she wanted to see me? Heh, sounds like her. Well, sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m gonna get going. I don’t like to keep my princess waiting.”

About Getting Together

“She’s taken. Huh? You’re saying you don’t have any interest in her? You just wanna know how we got together? Eh…I dunno if I believe you.”

About Relationship Length

“Why’re you asking? You’re not trying to make a move on my Bun, are ya? I’ve got some new poisons from my time in Nod-Krai that I’d love to test, so if you keep asking me things like that, you might want to watch your drinks.”

After years of sleeping rough on the expedition, it is hard for him to get back to the habits of sleeping normally.

Sleeping is a state that leaves people very vulnerable so being able to convince him to sleep with you is an insane feat on its own. It's not that he thinks you're dangerous but the quiet atmosphere of your sleeping chamber bothers him, it's so vastly different from the loud howls of the winds or the distant roars of monsters that he's been trained to endure in his sleep. So for the first few weeks or so, expect to lie in bed next to a stiff, rigid Lohen who probably wouldn't move a muscle... at all.

Eventually, you show him that it's alright to enjoy this kind of serenity, that this is a safe moment when he doesn't have to keep his guard up constantly. And you also show him the art of cuddling. At first he would pretend to be normal about it, but overtime you notice Lohen always having his arm out so as to let you lie on his bicep (numbness? oh that probably feels nice to him anyways)

Lohen has his arm draped across you very loosely but given enough time and your encouragement he may get bolder and start fondling your boobs like they're stressball, or kneading your stomach fat like it's some sort of dough.

Incredibly light sleeper. He'll wake up just from a tiny stir from you or a mindless babble mid-dream. Eventually this habit dies down a little, allowing him to have better rest but it's still there. Sometimes when you get out of bed to fetch a glass of water, you turn back and see him looming at the kitchen's door or lying very still in bed, wide awake with his glowing eyes waiting for you to get back to him. Needless to say, Lohen has your heart rate spiked out of control with this shit.

Another thing he may do is falling asleep after you to... well, watch you sleep. This would be frequent during the first few weeks as he's not used to sleeping with you yet. The action brings some sort of complex joy to him, to see you so unguarded, unsuspecting in your most vulnerable state- Is it because you place so much trust in him? So much so that you wouldn't be wary of him and let him protect you in your slumber? To be relied on and trusted with someone's life means you're strong and capable so of course Lohen likes the thought of that. Eventually, the frequency of this habit drops later on but it never truly goes away. I mean, it's not like you would know anyways lol

Also, I just feel it in my heart that Lohen is a morning guy, even if he's not he still has to wake up early anyways. Why sleep when you can train? And since he loves and cares for your well-being so much, you're gonna go train with him too? What, you want to... sleep in? Well now that's tricky, but if you beg him hard enough maybe you can find some leeway

And and, I just know Lohen runs cold! His body has warmth of course, but when you glide your finger across his skin or let your palm feels his stomach- he seems quite cool to the touch. Which makes him a perfect body pillow for summer nights but when winter comes tho... You're saying that it's too cold to cuddle, he raises an eyebrow at you. You show him the wonders of your skin and the addictive tonic of your touch, and now you want to take them away from him? Guess what, he's cold too, that's why he needs you by his side

⚔️　﹕𓏼 　Vice Captain can’t flirt　Ი ᰍ

Word count: 1.2k ┆one shot

warnings: sfw, fluff, lohen not being to flirt, lohen being slightly dense when it comes to love, maybe be ooc, not been proofread so expect mistakes

Notes: this is based of @sorry-moots post. i kinda have mixed feelings on this one (╥﹏╥) dont hate this but dont love it

Lohen doodles from @chai-writes-stuff ´s fic, your hand !! Please go check her work it’s amazing <3

summary — what's that, honorary knight? you wanna know why i wear this ring on my pointer finger? well...i guess i don't mind sharing.

themes — fluff and light humor, chai's self-indulgent hc for lohen's ring, various subtle references to my previous works, promise rings, reference to a popular lohen meme, discussions of the intensity of lohen's love, mild violent/graphic talk from lohen, they're in love your honor ♡

WC: 868

You were surprised that Lohen was the one to bring it up first.

“I just want something that shows how much you mean to me,” he had told you, as he held you to his chest in the darkness. “Something that tells other people you’re mine, without you even having to say it.”

Now, you stood before him, your hand outstretched to his. The way his gloved fingers brushed yours sent a delicate frisson through your arm, spurring warmth in your cheeks. You smiled at him, he smirked at you, and then you both turned to look at your joined hands.

“Which finger should I put it on?”

“Whichever feels best,” you answered. “I don’t mind.”

───❝WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, I FELL IN LOVE...❞

ノㅤ﹕ ft. LOHEN x gn!readerᆞcuddlesᆞfluffᆞtired lohenᆞnot much else to say really

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 546

Oh man, you've waiting for a moment like this — a lovely, rainy summer evening and nice and tasty snack platter to go with it!

Swiftly after lighting some candles, you set your delectable little treats onto the coffee table, pour yourself some juice, and flop down on your couch; along side this wonderful asortment lie perfectly fluffed pillows and a thick novel, ready to complete the set-up of your evening of relaxation.

How would the men of Genshin Impact react to being asked about you? . . || GN!Reader || . . Characters Featured: Lohen, Lyney, Wanderer, Venti, Xiao, and Zhongli . . Part 1

About Y/n

"Hm? You wanna know about Y/n? They're one of my favorites to spar with. They're pretty fast for someone who's not a trained knight... I wonder if I could convince them to use real weapons with me..."

About Y/n: Sparring

"In our last sparring session, Y/n managed to pin me down, seeing them over me... all roughed up... heh... I think it's altered my brain chemistry..."

About Y/n: Crush?

"Ah~ Observant one, aren'tcha? I will admit, I'm a little sweet on them, but it's nothing that gets in the way. Oh, and if you say a word about this to anyone... I'll put you through the same training as my men, except ten times worse. Capisce?"

About Y/n

"Ah! Y/n is one of my favorites to see in the crowd. They try to make it to each of my performances; I think I do much better once I see their face amongst my adoring fans. I've asked them to join me on stage a few times, but alas, they never agree."

About Y/n: Flirting

"Hm? Ahaha, I wouldn't say I flirt with them, and I doubt they'd think of it that way. Unless... did they say that I was flirting with them? U-uhm, not that it's make too much of a difference to me... haha..."

About Y/n: Crush?

"I-i wouldn't say it's a crush... more like... an admiration... of everything about them... nothing crush-like about that, right? Right?"

if you had a penny for every time you’ve tried to watch a movie with satoru and you two ended up licking into each other’s mouths and exchanging the same 5 breaths, you'd have three pennies. or five. maybe fifteen, you haven't been keeping count.

you wish you could pinpoint how far into the movie you two are, but you barely manage a two second glance away this time before the hand cupping the back of your head is guiding you back in, a little “..come here,” murmured before your thoughts go foggy again.

you are, ever the willing participant. somehow finding yourself already half splayed across the solid weight of satoru’s muscled thigh—tits crushed to his hard chest, body pressing him back into the cushions. the heat of his body bleeds into yours everywhere you're intimately pressed, heart going a mile a minute. satoru makes a small, barely audible sound against your mouth that sends the warmest rush down to your already, humiliatingly slick cunt. to think you’d get this wet from a little kissing. the thought lasts approximately half a second before a moan pours into your open mouth mid kiss and suddenly nothing else matters. embarrassment is, as always, a foreign concept between you two—he's as far gone as you are.

Wanderer x Reader

Wanderer has always been obsessed with your heartbeat.

For as long as you can remember, since you started dating, he always finds a way to feel or listen to your heartbeat.

Holding hands? His thumb is pressed against the pulse point in your wrist.

Cuddling? His ear is pressed against your chest.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that you hold the very organ he’s wished he had his whole life. You know about his origins – he had opened up to you about them a couple of months into your relationship.

You tried to ask him why he likes listening to it; that went about as well as one would assume.

“Kuni?” You had asked one night, your hands carded in his hair. His hair was always so soft and silky. It never knotted and it always stayed in perfect condition. You were a little jealous of it if you had to be honest.

“...yeah?” He murmured back, shifting his head slightly up to make eye contact from his position on your chest.

“Is there a reason you’re so insistent on listening to my heartbeat?”

You notice his eyebrows furrowing before turning away from you. You wait a minute. Two minutes pass. The rest of the night passes in silence as you play with his hair before the both of you eventually drift off to sleep. Sure, he doesn’t need sleep, but under certain circumstances he’s able to feel sleepy.

It wasn’t until a few months later you had gotten your answer.

The two of you sat under a tree, your head resting against his shoulder, a book in his lap. A small breeze drifts past the two of you every now and then, carrying the scent of flowers. You’re half-asleep, listening to the sound of pages turning.

One of your hands rests in his. Occasionally, you feel the pressure of his thumb pressing against your wrist.

“You’re doing it again,” you call out, flickering your eyes up to his face.

“Do you want me to stop?” He huffs while pressing his thumb harder into your pulse point.

“I didn’t say that,” you roll your eyes, moving to intertwine your fingers with his own. Reluctantly, he lets go of your wrist and reciprocates your movement.

Silence settles between the two of you, and you’re content to not say anything.

“When I was created…” he begins quietly, his voice not rising above a whisper. “I wasn’t given one.”

Your smile fades. 

“I was made to be empty,” his grip tightens and his gaze remains fixated on where your fingers are interlocked. “I don’t need to breathe. I don’t have the need to sleep. I don’t have blood and because I don’t have a heartbeat to circulate it.”

You bite your tongue. As much as you want to reply to him, you’re scared he’ll stop talking. Despite how much improvement he’s made with communicating his emotions, it’s still a rarity when he actually does it.

“I’ve spent so long wondering what it would feel like,” his eyes finally look away from your hands, choosing to instead look at the horizon. “They say people can hear their own heart in their ears when they’re frightened. They can feel them race when they’re excited. They ache when they grieve. They calm when they take deep breaths.”

His expression softens into an expression of vulnerability.

“I’ll never get to experience that.”

Your chest tightens with something akin to pity.

“So…” he gives an almost embarrassed shrug as he runs his thumb over your wrist once more. “I borrowed yours. When I listen to it… I can pretend.”

“Pretend what?” You speak up.

“Pretend I’m real,” he finally redirects his gaze to you. “That I’m a person.”

“Oh, bullshit!” The exclamation slips from your lips before you can process it. You sit up straight to look directly at him as his eyebrow twitches.

“Excuse me?” He looks irritated at your sudden outburst. Wincing, you suppose you can’t blame him. He just opened up to you and that’s how you respond? Good job.

“Sorry, that’s not what I mean,” you apologize frantically, shaking your head. “I just mean, you are a real person. It’s idiotic that you’d think otherwise.”

Wanderer stared at you. For a few minutes, the silence stretches out, becoming increasingly awkward as he continued staring.

“Idiotic?” He repeated flatly. You rubbed the back of your neck. 

“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best word choice…” 

“No, continue,” his voice had taken on that dangerously calm edge you knew all too well. He’s pissed. “I’m interested.”

“Kuni,” you sigh, taking his other hand in yours. “You get frustrated when you work on your research papers. You get sad when Durin does. You get annoyed when someone is too close to you. I’ve seen you cry and laugh. I’ve seen you care about people.”

You think of the children in Sumeru City who always seemed to wave at him first when the two of you walked past them. You think of the elderly woman he’d carried groceries home for after saying he was going the same way as her, when in fact, he was meant to be heading in the opposite direction to meet you at a cafe. You think of how Durin immediately lit up whenever he got to spend time with him. You think of how the Traveler and Paimon had sung his praises, saying they trusted him and how he had saved them.

“You worry, regret, you feel emotions,” you continue. “You chose to become someone different. You chose to repent. Do you think missing a heartbeat makes that any different?”

The breeze rustled through the branches overhead. 

He doesn’t answer. So you let go of one of his hands and reach over, placing your palm against the center of his chest. It was warm.

“Being a person isn’t about what you’re made up of,” you trace the patterns that are barely visible through the translucent fabric of his shirt. “You’re a scholar. Surely you know what the five criteria for personhood are.”

“Don’t turn this into a lecture,” he replies, his eyes narrowing in faux irritation.

“Go on,” you teasingly coo. 

He lets out a loud groan.

“Consciousness, reasoning, self-motivated activity and the capacity to communicate.”

“And…?” You draw out.

“...And self-awareness.”

His eyes flicker down to your hand.

“You know what I feel?”

“My chest?”

“My boyfriend.”

“You’re corny,” he clicks his tongue, making no attempt to hide the color slowly flushing his cheeks. 

“I know who you were,” you correct gently. “And I know who you choose to be every day.”

Without another word, he leans sideways until his forehead rests against yours.

“I’m still going to listen to it,” he whispers, his thumb finding purchase against your wrist once again.

“I know,” you whisper back. “I just hope you won’t think less of yourself anymore.”

“I’ll try,” and for now, that’s more than enough for you.

Content: SMUT, angst, swearing, overstimulation, “bun” & “princess”, argument, Lohen x reader/you

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“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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