head in the clouds

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bunny's masterstroke | lohen x reader | NSFW | excerpt

summary: you were supposed to be watching a movie, but when lohen confesses his love to you, you both get a little distracted. themes: tw//mentions of past SA during transactional sex, bunny-girl-hostess!reader, yandere!lohen, obsessive themes, handjobs, male whimpers, first time with each other, he cums, white knight syndrome, netflix n chill, declarations of love, porn with plot word count: 1.1k | ao3 ♡ (one of author's personal favorites)

You can’t recall the last time you ended up between a man’s legs because you wanted to.

“Bunny,” Lohen moans, his fist balled into the hem of his shirt, pulled halfway over his defined stomach. “F-fuck, that’s good.”

Your hand slides up and down Lohen’s shaft, coated in a thick layer of lube from the stash in your purse. You watch the expressions that flicker across his face as you switch from a two-fingered grasp to your full fist, delighting in the way he turns his chin to the sky. His chest heaves under his button down, stretching the fabric with each heavy gulp of air he takes, making your own swell with pride. With soft breaths, you twist your fist around him on your way up and down, feeling him throb against your palm.

Maybe it’s because you aren’t used to doing this with someone you like, but you take extra notice of how Lohen whimpers. He digs his teeth into his lip when you do something he likes, and when you try to ease off the pressure, he whines. His hips snap up into your palm sporadically, like if you gave him the chance, he’d fuck himself instead.

You feel a clench between your legs. A moistening of the fabric between your thighs.

“Nn,” Lohen whines, needy and breathy. His nails claw at the couch. “Put your thumb on it again, Bunny—nn.”

You do as he asks, and he repays you with another sweet whimper. Rubbing your thumb against his glans, smearing his precum all over his head, you stare longingly after Lohen, satisfied thoroughly by his red-faced gasping. His hips buck into you again, and a tiny spurt of precum stains your fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, his brows furrowing, teeth gnashing together. “Bunny, I just might—cum.”

You smile. “Wouldn’t it be better to do it in my mouth?”

His eyes open and bulge. Staring at you with that shocked expression, Lohen thrusts his dick once more. A hot line of seed erupts from his bulging tip, running down your fingers, turning your handjob both wet and sticky. You wring it out of him, he cums again, and with another shy moan, he falls limp in your hand.

Lohen’s looking at you, but it’s almost like he’s not physically present. He pants raggedly, his lips parted, so focused on staring at you that a trickle of drool runs down his chin. You gently set him down before lifting your hand to your mouth.

You watch him as you lick yourself clean. His tongue swipes across his lower lip, and with his mouth closed, he breathes heavily through his nose instead. His face is still soaked in crimson, the color consuming him from his hairline to his chest. As you suck his bitter cum off your fingers, you watch his expression morph.

“Th…thanks,” he says, his voice somewhat shaky. “You’re…really good at that.”

You smile. “One of the perks of the job, I guess.”

“Huh.”

Lohen’s breath catches so hard, you hear it. He leans over his thighs, and all of a sudden, it’s almost like he was never struggling for air in the first place. Those eyes of his are wide, staring just a hair’s breadth away from your own. In a low, growling voice, he asks you, “What?”

Shocked, you stumble back onto your heels. You blink rapidly, unsure what’s consumed him, and mumble, “I-I said…one of the perks…of the job…”

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look back into those searing eyes. They don’t blink. They don’t waver. His tone remains grave.

“You’ve done this before?”

Your jaw drops. Shame flushes you as you stammer, “Y-yes. But never with anyone I like, Lohen—.”

“Someone made you do this with them?”

“I wouldn’t say made me,” you sputter, shaking your head. “It’s pretty normal for cabaret girls to, um. Sell their services to clients on their own time. But I…it’s not like I want to, I just…”

Tears poke at the corners of your eyes. You feel dirty, sinful, full of shame. The red letters “OVERDUE” flash through your mind, the sensation of calloused palms, the feeling of fists in your hair preceding dollars tucked into your cleavage. You feel nauseous, your eyes flicking around the darkness of Lohen’s condo as you search for the words to salvage this.

“I’m sorry—,” you try to say.

“I’ll kill them.”

A chill creeps up your spine. Goosebumps rise along your arms as the room begins to feel so cold, you’re certain Lohen left the window open. His eyes; piercing, searing, unblinking; remain fixed to yours. In a cold, mechanical voice, he repeats, “I’ll kill them.”

“Wh…” You lift your hand to your heart, feeling it race a mile a minute under your palm. “Lohen, what…?”

He leans over, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and gives you a kiss so hot, your goosebumps nearly settle. The taste of your salty tears and his sweet apple cider fills your mouth, the texture of his tongue tickling your upper palette. He kisses you hard, his mouth practically mashing against yours as he sucks your lips again, again, and again.

When he pulls away from you, his eyes are soft again. He brushes the tears off your cheeks, and you quiver beneath him. He presses a ginger kiss to your browbone.

“Money problems?” he asks gently.

You feel compelled to tell the truth, lest the frigid Lohen from before make his reappearance.

“It’s okay,” he says, kissing you chastely. “Don’t cry, Bunny. You couldn’t have known that I was coming to save you.”

Your lips tremble. “Save…me…?”

“I’ve got you,” he insists, butterfly kisses to your cheek. “If it’s money you need, I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you, Bunny, I promise.”

Something about his intensity doesn’t sit right within your gut.

“Come on, Princess,” he says, his eyes twinkling like that of a charming prince. “Where’s that smile of yours?”

Another tear rolls down your face. Slowly, unsurely, you make your lips do as he says, but the motion doesn’t feel natural.

“I love you,” Lohen murmurs, grinning with his upper row of teeth. “I’m here now, so I promise I’ll protect you. No one will ever touch you again, Bunny, I swear.”

He kisses your cheek and your eyes slide to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The movie on the TV glares against the dark glass, projecting a flipped image of a princess embracing her knight, laid right over top of you and Lohen. As Lohen presses his mouth to your skin repeatedly, you feel weak.

Maybe you fucked up.

Or maybe, you need this.

“I love you,” he repeats desperately. “I love you so much, Bunny. I’d fucking do anything for you, I promise.”

This isn’t right. You don’t know love, but this doesn’t feel right.

“Don’t cry, pretty girl,” he whispers. “I’m here for you.”

Even if it doesn’t feel right, it feels good.

So you relax under his touch. As he kisses your tears away and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, you close your eyes.

And you pray you haven’t made a grave mistake.

a/n: i apologize for the corny title but i laughed out loud when i saw that's what his elemental skill is called LMAO anyway, this is an excerpt from Ch. [1/?] of A Good Bunny Stays in her Pen. if you liked it, please consider reading the full and leaving a kudos! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ im making a taglist specifically for this fic! if you would like to become one of lohen’s bunnies (tagged for chapter updates of this fic only) reblog and/or comment! to join my general genshin x reader taglist and be notified of all genshin posts, rb another genshin work or tell me in your comment (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ thank you! ✨⋆˙⟡ ad astra abyssosque! ⋆˙⟡✨: @kinkiaan29, @niki-is-a-reblog, @fml7113, @foggypenguincrusade, @lynndt-chocolate@nobody-tm, @arunima098, @astralgleam, @jiaennie, @nemis1s

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happy birthday, al | alastor x reader | NSFW | excerpt

summary: it's alastor's birthday. you have a surprise for him c: ♡ themes: vampire!reader, fallen!reader, lingerie, tentacles, clit play, blood magic, missionary, dick so big you can see it thru your stomach™, established relationship, smut and fluff, aftercare word count: 730 [out of 2183] | ao3

You smiled up at him deviously, your hair surrounding your face like a halo, smoky eyes inviting him in. Alastor’s eyes ran down the length of your form, his cheeks flushing with warmth as the details of your outfit made him throb. You had decided to wear all white, your breasts barely contained by your low-cut push-up bra, your stomach fully exposed between white suspenders, and your legs adorned with sexy sheer stockings. With your wings unfurled beneath you, you batted your eyes at him like the angel you were.

“Do you like it?” you asked cutely.

Alastor’s shadow tendrils slithered out from behind him, extending towards you as he observed you with glowing, red eyes. Crawling towards you, his tendrils brushed up against your thighs, face, and stomach all the while, and you giggled when he forced your legs apart with his own hands. Grinning down at you, Alastor tilted his head.

“Do I like it?” he reflected, his nails digging into your plump thighs. “Darling, you’re the sexiest woman in hell. I fucking love it.”

You giggled when one of his tendrils tickled between your legs, acting like a tongue as it longingly swiped up the length of your dripping cunt. Face red, you began to pant with a sparkling pink breath, your love spell well-received by each and every one of his shadowy tentacles. Watching you with half-lidded eyes, Alastor slid his palm down the length of your stomach, allowing his dark tendrils to wrap around your breasts and try their way at your sopping wet hole. It didn’t take very long for you to begin whining, your hips wiggling when Alastor pressed his thumb to the slick bead between your legs.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked hotly, rubbing your clit in gentle circles.

“Yes,” you mewled, your back arching, wings extending outwards. “Al, put it in.”

“Of course, love. Anything for you.”

Gingerly, he pressed his twitching head to your entrance, feeling your body spread gently to accommodate him. As he tenderly pressed his hips forwards, you let out all sorts of lovely noises as your cunt encouraged him in deeper. When his hips were fully pressed against yours, he observed the lump poking through your belly, the shape of his cock showing so clearly through your skin that he couldn’t help but admire it. Glancing up at you, he saw your eyes were focused on the exact same spot, your hand resting just under your breasts as you touched over the tip of his cock through your skin. Drool ran down your chin as you watched it move, and Alastor had half the mind to shove a tentacle down your throat, but he didn’t want to disturb such a beautifully erotic expression.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Yeah. You’re in so deep, Al.” You batted your eyelashes at him again, knowing exactly what you were doing when you moaned, “It feels so good.”

He let out a laugh which quickly transformed into an excited growl as he rocked his hips. You let out your cute ah’s and oh’s all the while, your arms wrapping around him when he leaned down to bite your jaw. Teeth digging into your collar, he continued to sample your succulent skin as he fucked you, his barbed tongue running up your neck and into your ear. Hiking your hips up higher with the assistance of his tendrils, he deepened his thrusts even further, delving down until he felt the sweet kiss of your dilating cervix. With a feral groan, Alastor curled his fingers into yours, pressing your hand down hard into the mattress as he carved his hips into you. When his lips found yours, you sent a hot wave of breath down his throat, and with a touch of blood manipulation, made his cock grow even larger.

“So naughty, pet,” he moaned between hot kisses. “You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Never easily satisfied.”

You laughed against his lips. “I know you can give me more, Al. Show me what I fell from heaven for.”

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he repeated, picking up the pace with rough, plunging thrusts that shook the walls around them. “You’d give up heaven to be fucked raw every night?”

“By you,” you answered, your voice high-pitched and mewling. “To be fucked by you, Al.”

“Isn’t that fucking right.”

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LOHEN ❖ standardized test

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the scent of your heat | blade x reader | NSFW | drabble

summary: he had lost you once. now that you're his again, he wants to treat you tenderly, but the scent of your heat overrides his rationality. themes: omegaverse, alpha!blade, omega!reader, foxian!reader, "i love you in every universe" type shit, womb fucking, creampie word count: 708 png creds: @/abudasima

It didn’t matter if you were Yingxing and his former wife or Blade and his current lover. The scent of your heat remained the same.

“Blade.”

Your call of his name set his skin ablaze. Your fingers clawed at the sheets beneath you, your whole body writhing desperately in an attempt to get him inside of you. Blade grabbed your waist to steel you, and you let out a heady moan.

His heart thumped in his chest. With his free hand, he slowly directed himself to your dripping hole.

 You immediately sucked in his tip. He slowly advanced forward, until he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. Placing both hands around your hips, he kept his mewling lover from her wild movements. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he swallowed hard amidst his dry mouth.

“Slowly,” he whispered.

His biology denied it. Blinded by your heat, you let out a desperate whine. You started to fidget, and you asked him to just fuck you already.

One drop of sweat turned to two. By the time Blade had pulled out enough to consider moving forward again, he was drenched in sweat. Your sweet biology wrapped around him tightly, pulsating in waves, pulling him towards your core. It encouraged him inwards, faster, and if Blade had an ounce less of discipline, he’d listen to it.

On his next thrust, he heard a deep sound—a guttural groan. After a moment, he realized that it had come from himself.

“Blade, please.”

Your fruity heat mixed with the salty scent of your tears. As your alpha, Blade felt a strong pull within his chest, but he resisted. Using his strength to keep both you and himself from moving too quickly, Blade brought your hips together once more. His tip brushed against something circular and tight, but his force wasn’t enough to break past it.

His eyes fluttered shut. He couldn’t hold back his growl, instinctual frustration in response to missing your womb. You whimpered, bowed your head further, and begged him to go faster so he could get in, wiggling your hips all the while.

…Maybe a little faster wouldn’t hurt.

On that note, Blade opened his eyes again. Staring down at your point of contact, he watched your tail whip this way and that in response to each of his thrusts. It was curiosity that led him to grip that tail, and your high pitched wail that kept it there.

You angled your ass higher, and with one of his hands around your tail, he found it harder to control you. Fueled by instinct, Blade quickly snapped his hips forward, and you slammed back in response.

Pop.

His tip penetrated through your cervix, delving into a hot, fluid-like space with muscles that were deceivingly soft despite having twice the force of the rest of you. Blade’s eyes widened as he hesitated, and on his next thrust, only brushed against the lip of your cervix.

“Fuck,” he spat, digging forward harder. “Fuck, I had it.”

Without really thinking, Blade pulled your tail to reposition you. The sweet way you cried sent chills down his spine, and this time, your womb opened again.

It didn’t work when he went slow. Was that why you had been so adamant?

“My sweet,” he groaned, breathless. “My beloved. You feel so…”

He gripped your tail harder, procuring a moan for more, Blade. This deep inside of you, Blade felt as though he was melting.

Your internal muscles locked around the base of his cock, keeping him from moving any further out of you. A hot spurt of cum flew out of him, then he emptied another three or four into your innermost walls. As if thanking him, your womb touched his tip with a gentle, kiss-like pressure.

“Mm…Blade…”

You slowly relaxed, and he withdrew until his limp cock fell out of you. White cum dripped from your gaping, pulsating hole.

Blade rubbed the back of his neck, looking away with a blush. So much for a gentle first time.

You turned onto your back, grinning up at him with a love struck expression. You were so cute, he felt his heart throb.

“Blade,” you murmured. “Kiss me.”

How could he deny you?

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I heard he used to be an adventurer. They say he got bored with commissions, so he snuck his way into the Knights of Favonius. Maybe it's not the fighting he likes per se, more just... having fun?

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lepus miles [1/?] | lohen x reader | SFW excerpt of NSFW work | chapter update

summary: lohen wants to know if you've ever been in love. ever. with anyone. themes: yandere!lohen, bunny-girl-hostess!reader, modern AU, debt, developing relationship, mutual pining, multichapter word count: 643 out of 4.6k | ao3

He hands you the remote, and as you accept it, your fingers brush his. You try not to dwell on it too much, taking another gulp of your apple cider before turning your attention to the various streaming channels on Lohen’s television. Tapping the directional keys, you eventually settle on an old movie you favored in your youth.

“...A fairytale.”

Lohen’s voice comes out oddly breathy. He’s staring at the TV with wide eyes, like he can’t quite believe it. When he senses your gaze, his shoulders flinch.

He’s back to smiling again. Teasingly, he asks, “You watch these cheesy old princess stories?”

“Ha…well, I haven’t really watched anything in a while.” The unpaid bills and staggering interest figures flicker through your mind. “But when I do, I guess I do pick something cheesy…I really like those feel-good happy endings, you know?”

Lohen rubs his chin. “Do you?”

You feel embarrassed all of a sudden. “Sorry. I guess it’s kind of childish.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s endearing, actually.”

He doesn’t look at you as he speaks. You’re glad, because you’re certain your embarrassment is written plainly across your face. It’s funny how Lohen was the shy one at first.

The intro plays. A girl stares longingly out the window of her castle, saying, “I’m tired of this mundane life. Where’s the knight who’s going to sweep me off my feet?”

Her animal companions twitter. You glance over at Lohen, trying to gauge what he thinks of your film of choice, and see that his eyes are focused on the screen. Satisfied with this, you relax back into the sofa.

The back of your neck touches his arm. Your fingers grasp your glass of cider, but you don’t move. Neither does he.

“So you like romance movies,” Lohen says suddenly.

“Ah, well…I don’t particularly like or dislike them.”

“Hm. You ever been in love, Bunny?”

Your mouth feels dry. You take another gulp of cider before answering, “No…I don’t think so.”

Silence falls between you. You feel the weight of Lohen’s gaze on your cheek.

“Never?” he asks. “Not even with your kindergarten boyfriend?”

“I didn’t have a kindergarten boyfriend. And even if I did, I doubt I would have been in love with him.”

“So you’ve never been in love,” Lohen repeats. “Not with any guy ever.”

You look away from the heroine of the movie, who’s letting her long hair cascade from the castle window. Lohen’s eyes meet yours, blue around the edges, red in the middle, and even in the dim condo lighting, they’re intense. It’s almost like his irises are trying to pierce right through you—to stab into your mind and examine your thoughts.

Are you made nervous by it, or are you more attracted? Unsure, you swallow.

“Um, no,” you say quietly. “I’ve never been in love. Not ever.”

The heavy look in Lohen’s eyes dissipates. His lips curl up at one corner.

You stare down into your cup for a moment. Looking back at him, you ask, “What about you?”

Perhaps he’s surprised by the question, because he blinks his blue-green eyelashes like he can’t fathom that you asked. His lips part, but as his silence lengthens, a color as red as his eyes dusts across his face.

He looks away, smiling sourly. In a quiet voice, he says, “I…have been. Or…I am, I guess.”

Why does your stomach turn at that? He’s just a client, or perhaps even a friend. His answer shouldn’t mean anything to you.

“Do you mind if I ask who…?”

Your voice is barely a mutter. Lohen’s Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

Slowly, the arm behind you comes down onto your shoulders. Firmly, it wraps around you. Those eyes of his find yours again: soft, comforting, and full of affection.

His voice is a whisper.

“What if I said ‘you’?”

a/n: do you guys like reading full chapters on tumblr? im kinda new to this so I wasn't sure if putting the full chapter on here was a good idea or not...any feedback would be appreciated! anyway, this is an excerpt from Ch. [1/?] of A Good Bunny Stays in her Pen. if you liked it, please consider reading the full and leaving a kudos! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ im making a taglist specifically for this fic! if you would like to become one of lohen's bunnies (tagged for new chapters of this fic only) reblog and/or comment! to join my general genshin x reader taglist and be tagged for every genshin post, rb another genshin work or tell me in your comment (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ thank you! ✨⋆˙⟡ ad astra abyssosque! ⋆˙⟡✨: @kinkiaan29, @niki-is-a-reblog, @fml7113, @foggypenguincrusade, @lynndt-chocolate@nobody-tm, @arunima098, @astralgleam, @jiaennie masterlist | ask | ao3 | more of this pair

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alastor does not fear blood | alastor x reader | NSFW | crosspost

summary: alastor takes care of you while you're on your period. themes: menstrual oral sex, fluff and smut, porn with feelings, vampire!reader, fallen!reader, aftercare, married life word count: 1.5k | ao3

“Living on a feeling, that’s wine-drunk lovers.”

Alastor sang under his breath as he slid through the hotel doors, arms full of shopping bags and a bouquet of red hell-roses. He delighted in the expression on Husk’s face when he crossed the lobby to the bar. To his gawking subordinate, Alastor chirped, “Husker! You are just who I needed to see today. Doing well, I presume?”

Husk’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you want?”

“So glad you asked. I need two bottles of the finest wine you’ve got in storage.”

“You paying?”

“Do you really want to test me right now?”

Husk grumbled under his breath, but he obediently turned around to fulfill Alastor’s request. He slid two heavy bottles of merlot across the counter, which Alastor accepted with a coy smile. Trotting off towards the stairs, he merrily said, “Be on alert, Husker—she may want to see you for tea later. Those little bat-and-cat parties always seem to cheer her up.” He grinned wider, furrowing his brows and giving Husk a menacing glare. “If that comes to be, make sure you accept her invitation.”

Husk groaned and Alastor snickered.

“Darling,” he purred in a sing-song voice. “I’m back.”

You were curled up on your side in bed, but when you heard his voice, you looked over at him with tear-blurred eyes. Alastor placed a slew of bags on the coffee table before rummaging through them, and he did so, you slowly laid back down. Pressing your eyes shut yet again, you tried to distract yourself from the ripping pains in your belly by instead basking in his woodsy scent.

You heard the sound of a cork being popped, then the trickle of a drink being poured. Alastor set a fragrant cup at your side before laying his hand along your arm. Leaning down towards your cheek, he gave you a gentle kiss.

“I brought you some gifts, sweetness. Have a drink with me, won’t you?”

Curling into yourself further, you mumbled, “I don’t feel like it, Al.”

“I know you don’t, sweetness. Trust me, this will help. We drink a little wine, get you cleaned up, and then you’re free to drink me dry.”

You sighed through your nose. “I just want to lay here. Leave me alone, please.”

“Love,” he purred, stroking your arm as he spoke to you in words saturated with sucrose. “I can’t let you lay here and rot. I promise you’ll feel a lot better if you give me a chance.”

He kissed you again, and you caught sight of his shadow smiling at you from across the room. Alastor placed something warm and soft against your belly, a hot-pack disguised as a cute bat.

Holding it tightly to your stomach, you nodded. Alastor wiped your tears away before helping you into a seated position, and once there, lifted the glass of wine to your lips. Parting your mouth, you allowed him to tip the dark red merlot onto your tongue, tasting its bitter, floral contents. He turned the cup to his own lips next, maintaining eye contact with you as his throat bobbed.

Your mouth felt awfully dry. Leaning towards him, you stared after at his lips and said nothing.

Alastor cupped the back of your neck before closing the distance between you. Hot wine flowed from his mouth into yours as he kissed you, the nutty flavor mingling on your palate with the taste of Alastor. He pulled away after your brief kiss, and with knowing eyes, gave you an encouraging nod.

“Are you hungry, my sweet?”

He pulled the neck of his shirt with his forefinger, and when your eyes met the dotted scar of your fangs, your breath hitched. Mesmerized by your mark as it laid on his dark skin, you quietly replied, “I am.”

Lips closed, Alastor laughed. Tilting your chin up, he observed with you a fond eye.

“You lose a lot of blood during your periods," he said. "I’ll make sure you’re properly fed to make up for that. Shall we wash up together first?”

You smiled. “Sure, Al.”

“Ah-ah." He caught you before you could push off the bed. His shadow loomed over your head, grinning, and his dark tendrils slithered at your side like happy snakes. In a warm voice, Alastor said, "Don't exert yourself, sweetness. I’ll take care of you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

Alastor insisted on it, but you had your reservations.

“It’s gross, Al,” you said, closing one eye when he licked your cheek. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“There’s nothing gross about it. You just drank my blood, didn't you?”

“Yes, but…that’s entirely different from this.”

“Not at all, dear. You worry too much." His eyes flicked up to yours, lips curled higher at one corner than the other. "Trust me, sweetness—this'll get rid of those pesky cramps.”

Your mouth hung open, though you found no words to say. Watching you, Alastor slowly kissed his way down the length of your body, the tip of his nose gliding across your midline. You tried to rise up onto your elbows to watch him, but with an assertive push, he sent you flopping onto your back again. With a red hot face, you stared up at the ceiling, nervous butterflies flitting about in your cramping stomach.

“It’s dirty,” you muttered.

“Dirty?”

You felt the heat of Alastor’s breath before you felt his hot, barbed tongue. Your hips twitched as though they had a mind of their own before Alastor’s hands curled surely around your thighs.

His tone was sultry. “Nothing about this is dirty, darling.”

“Al—.”

Your voice caught when he pressed his mouth against you. The smell of your own blood mingled with that of your flowing essence, creating a vexing combination that would have stupefied you any other time. But with Alastor’s head between your legs and his tongue lapping at you like he was hungry for it, you could only lay there, focus on the sensation, and whimper. A shadowy tendril brought you your hot-pack bat, encouraging you to place it over your cramping belly.

Curling your arms around the large, squishy bat, you pressed your eyes shut. Pleasure throbbed between your legs, overriding the intermittent pangs of your angry womb, who hated you every month for leaving her empty. Biting your lower lip, you did your best to stifle your gasps when Alastor’s long tongue curled into you.

“That can’t taste good, Al,” you half-said, half-moaned, shaking your head back and forth. “There’s no way that tastes good.”

Alastor withdrew his tongue from your hole to instead close his entire mouth around you, and as he sucked your cunt, a satisfied elk croon rumbled against your thighs. Practically mashing his face between your legs, Alastor ate you out like you were his last source of sustenance, and God, was that hot.

As embarrassed as you were, you crossed your ankles over his back. Alastor chuckled against you, sending hot vibrations through your sensitive flesh, and eventually added a thrusting finger into the mix.

“Fuck,” you whined, arching your back as you twitched and spasmed from the overstimulation. “Al, I love you. You take such good care of me.”

He reached upwards for your hand, lacing your fingers together and giving you an affirmative squeeze. With a coarse lap of his tongue against your clit, you felt yourself slip into a squelching hot orgasm. As his name left your lips, repeated over and over like a mantra, your cunt spasmed around his tongue, coating it in cum and red-tinged essence.

Alastor’s mouth made soft kiss noises as he sucked you clean. You feebly whispered his name, and when he lifted his head, his mouth and jaw were stained crimson with you.

Your heart skipped a beat. He grinned.

“Do you feel better, pet?”

Shyly, you nodded. Your chest rose and fell with soft, semi-labored breaths. “A lot better, Al.”

“Good.” His eyes twinkled. “Thank you for the treat, sweetness.”

Averting your gaze from his face, which reminded you so vividly of what you had just done to him, you gave him another shy nod.

His thumb brushed your lower lip with a gentle sweep. “Let’s clean up,” he murmured. “Again, I don't want you to move a single muscle.”

“I’m a bit exhausted, so…I would appreciate that.”

“Of course, dear. Allow me.”

With the assistance of his troupe of tentacles, Alastor helped you towards the bathroom for the second time that night.

After a much needed refresh, you settled back into bed, tucked neatly into Alastor’s embrace with your warm bat plush held to your lower belly. Alastor’s fingers stroked the back of your hand, and in his merlot-smooth voice, he sang you a lullaby.

“I love you,” you said, your eyelids growing heavy. “I’m so glad you married me.”

“I love you too, darling. My only regret is not being able to marry you sooner.”

“It doesn’t matter now. We’re together now…and that’s all that matters…”

“‘Till death do us part, right, love?”

You nodded. “‘Till death.”

He kissed your ear. “Good night, sweetness.”

Your eyes fell closed.

“Good night, Al.”

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Genshin Impact | Character Introduction | Lohen (2/2)

[chai-writes-stuff]

babydoll lingerie | chifuyu x reader | NSFW | drabble

summary: chifuyu wants to see you in babydoll lingerie, but he's also super busy helping takemichi prevent calamity from happening in the future. it's too bad for takemichi that chifuyu can't resist you. themes: time-skip!chifuyu, lingerie, established relationship, declarations of love, creampie, light humor word count: 969

A long time ago, Chifuyu asked you for a favor.

“U-um…Chifuyu?”

Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears that you weren't sure if you had spoken loud enough. Chifuyu’s back was still turned to you, his gaze focused on the dark wharf outside. His shoulders were so tense, you could hardly recall the last time you saw them relaxed.

You swallowed hard. Readjusting the skinny straps on your shoulders, you allowed yourself a moment to mentally re-evaluate. It had been weeks since he asked, and he was drunk out of his mind at the time. What if he didn’t actually want this?

Not to mention, your beloved boyfriend was super high-strung these days. He was always on high-alert, even though he was the most capable person you knew. Something out there was bothering him, and maybe it was more important than this skimpy little outfit.

You let out a gentle sigh, your fingers trembling. You clutched them before you in an attempt to still them, but the shakes persisted. The last thing you wanted was for him to reject you.

Chifuyu pulled something out of his pocket, sending you jumping. His fingers were tapping away, and before you knew it, a familiar ding!  echoed in the den.

That was your phone. Chifuyu must have texted you, even though you were in the same house.

“Shit,” he mumbled, “I forgot she’s—…”

Mid-sentence, Chifuyu turned around. Green eyes met yours, and your heart lurched into your throat. He looked shocked, and in just a few seconds, the cigarette between his teeth fell to the floor.

You were both silent. Your greatest insecurities came forward full force, and you immediately yelped, “S-s-s-sorry! I know you’re busy, and…! Sorry, I’ll just change—!”

“Wait!”

You froze in place, your eyes wide. Chifuyu had spoken so loudly, he seemed to even surprise himself. Holding his hands out in a pacifying gesture, he indicated for you to stay put.

“Wait,” he repeated. “You look really hot right now.”

Your temperature quickly skyrocketed. Flustered, you looked at the floor and waved your hand dismissively. You could have sworn that you hadn’t blushed like this since you were both high schoolers.

“N-no, no, this isn’t…I mean, I…” You laughed awkwardly. “Chifuyu, that’s embarrassing…”

“But it’s true. I always knew you’d look good in babydoll lingerie.” He grinned suggestively. “I still wanna take it off though.”

You couldn’t hold back a smile of your own, as hard as you tried. When Chifuyu brought you into his arms, you couldn’t help a small giggle.

“You’re so freaking hot,” he murmured, his hands sliding down your hips as he pressed butterfly kisses up your neck. “I can’t believe you actually wore it for me.”

“I thought you might like it,” you said with another laugh. “Especially since it’s been a while…”

Chifuyu stared down at you with a serious expression all of a sudden. You blinked at him.

“I gotta keep an eye out,” he muttered. “But I also really gotta fuck you.”

Your face burst into flames.

Riiiing. Riiiing. Riii—.

“This is Chifuyu. I’m busy right now, so leave a message.”

“Goddammit, Chifuyu, this is the fourth time you sent me straight to voicemail! I know you’re seeing my calls, so answer the damn phoneeeee!”

“Was…was every part of that necessary, Takemichi?”

“Of course it was, Naoto! This is the future we’re talking about, and this guy’s missing my calls because he’s too busy making out with his girlfriend!”

“Who—?”

“Shh,” Chifuyu murmured, placing his hand over your mouth. “Just focus on me.”

His voice was heady in your ear, enough to make you forget about his constantly buzzing phone. He returned his hand to yours, fingers curling into the gaps, and kept up his incendiary pace. Your toes curled up over his back, and you couldn’t help but let out a small moan. Chifuyu always insisted on putting in the work, and he certainly didn’t go halfway with it.

Du-du-duuu-duuu! Du-du-duuu-duuu!

“M-maybe you should—.”

Before you could say much, Chifuyu pressed his mouth to yours in a hot kiss. You could taste the nicotine on his lips, as well as the sweet salt of his sweat. When he did it like this, he didn’t give you a moment to think about anything other than him and how good he was giving it to you. You heard the electronic noise of his phone powering off before you felt his breath on your upper lip.

“Is it safe?”

At first, you weren't sure what he meant, but that deep look in his eyes only came around at certain times. Flustered, you nodded.

“Y-yes.”

In response, Chifuyu kissed you harder. Hips grinding down into yours, he spared your no sweetness, fucking you with all of your pent up frustrations and tension from the last few months. He bit your lip and smacked your ass, getting you to the point of no return before you even realized it. With a shiver, you whimpered for him.

“Babe,” Chifuyu moaned, his thrusts reaching a mad, desperate point. “I love you, babe.”

You felt his grip on you tighten, and between your legs, a warm sensation spread through you. Chifuyu's rocking hips came to a steady stop as he lay panting over you, his cheeks flushed from exercise.

“Sorry. I know I don’t say it enough these days.”

“No,” you replied, smiling warmly. “It’s okay. I love you too, Chifuyu. I know you’re busy.”

You touched his face, and he surely gripped your hand. Green eyes sliding open, he watched you closely.

Your heart skipped a beat. Looking at you like that, surely he was about to say something serious?

Chifuyu’s lips formed a coy smirk.

“I wanna get married. And give you four babies.”

Heat gnawed at your cheeks.

“Get off me already…”

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shingeki no idol | levi x reader | NSFW | oneshot

summary: levi's busy doomscrolling while you freshen up in the bathroom. he's a bit worried about your parasocial fans, but you tell him he's got no reason to worry. themes: idol!reader, english-teacher!levi, established relationship, consensual recording/phototaking, nipple sucking, pussy eating, squirting, titjob, light humor word count: 1.7k | ao3

Unfortunately for Levi, this whole “doomscrolling” thing his students told him about was starting to become a problem for him too.

Cute cat video? Like and swipe. An advertisement for one of his favorite cleaning products? Like and swipe again. A rich Chinese woman organizing her entire home with smart-tools and other unnecessary products of consumerism? Give it a like and swipe again.

Then there were videos of you. He’d stop and watch them, whether they be fancams, official media, or cute segments from your live interviews; like, repost, bookmark, and swipe. It was standard protocol for him.

Recently, though, there had been quite a few posts related to a dark haired man with a mean stare. One such photo came across his feed, the man glaring at the camera while the idol at his side hid her face. In another photo, he shot that same mean look at a male fan who got too close. Attached to each post was the hashtag #ShortSecurityMan.

Levi would have to just swipe past that one.

All of a sudden, he felt a hand curl underneath his chin, his face being forced upwards and away from his phone screen. As a warm mouth pressed to his own, your scent washed over him, tickling his nares as you kissed him with your sticky, lip-gloss coated lips.

When you withdrew from him, you gave him a wide, toothy smile. Levi stared up at your upside-down face, saying nothing.

“What are you doing?” the idol on his phone screen who was also conveniently in his living room asked.

Levi turned his phone screen off. “Nothing.”

“That wasn’t super convincing.”

You bounced over to his side on the couch, the sweet smell of floral bodywash following after you. Plucking his phone out of his hands, you leaned against his shoulder as you entered his four-digit code. You had a terrible memory, but Levi had nothing to hide, so all of his four-digit passwords were your birthdate.

“Ohhhh,” you said. “Checking for yourself on socials, huh?”

“It just comes up,” he groaned. “I thought you said that if I don’t interact with it, it won’t get recommended to me.”

“Who said you weren’t interacting with it?”

You tapped the heart icon before playfully sticking your tongue out at him.

Levi pressed his eyes shut. “You little brat.”

You laughed. “What’s so wrong with these posts, anyway? I think they’re really cute. My fans adore you, you know?”

“I don’t need to be adored. If those crazies who are into you start digging into things with us, they might expose that you’re in a relationship.”

You shrugged. “So what?”

“So you’d have a bunch of psychotic, parasocial men running rampant. I have no problems protecting you when it comes to your in-person events, but when it comes to this cesspool of an app, I won’t be able to do much.”

“Aw, I can handle a little online bullying. After all, the guy I like spends most of his time bullying me to my face.”

Levi rolled his eyes. You giggled, leaning over to place your hand on his chest.

“How long are you gonna spend sitting around down here?” you murmured, your voice dripping with seduction. “Don’t you want to see what the panties you bought look like?”

Lifting his hand to cover his burning cheeks, he unfortunately nodded.

This had been your idea originally. Levi didn’t think it was wise, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it.

You laughed atop of the bed, your teeth biting into your lower lip. Laying your arms over your head with one crossed over the other, you lengthened your torso and arched your back.

Levi ignored the fire burning at his cheeks. With his phone held sideways in his hands, he focused the camera on your face and pressed the shutter button.

Immediately after, you rolled over, curling your body back so that you were on your knees. You waved your hips from side to side, giggling as you heard his shutter go off again, again, and again. When you threw your head back to look at him, he took yet another photo.

His dick throbbed.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” you crooned sweetly. “Do you like it?”

Levi took a step closer, zooming in on your ass and thighs. Trying to sound as apathetic about it as possible, he said, “It’s alright.”

You rolled around yet again. Lifting your hands to the lacy black cups of your new bra, you wiggled your eyebrows at him before pulling them under your tits. Levi’s eyes shifted to your nipples before he again pressed “capture”.

You reached your arms out for him. A strand of your hair fell across your face like it deserved to be there.

He handed you the phone. When his hands curled surely around your tits, you took another picture.

“Can I record?” you asked.

Levi’s ears turned red. “What if you get hacked?”

“It’s your phone, silly, not mine. Who would go hacking into Mr. English-Teacher-Ackermann's phone?”

He supposed you had a point.

“Mm,” you moaned, biting your lip again. “Suck my tits, Levi.”

He hated how hot you sounded when you bossed him around. Lowering his head to do just that, he took one of your perky nipples between his teeth before he heard the sound of you recording. It was a bit embarrassing, but it wasn’t like it was the first time, so he continued on as usual.

“Oh,” you sighed pleasantly. “That feels good.”

He ran his tongue over you before closing his lips around it. With a firm suck to one nipple, his fingers twirled around the other.

Your thighs quivered. When he glanced up at you, he saw just how extensive your blush had become. Even behind the case of his phone, he could tell that you were red from your forehead to the base of your neck, permeating through your skin as you watched him give you exactly what you had asked for.

He slowly withdrew his mouth from your breast, using his teeth to pull your nipple upwards with him. When he released you, you let out a shaky sound.

Even though the flash was in his face, Levi asked you clearly.

“Your tits or your pussy?”

Without missing a beat, you dreamily whispered, “Pussy.”

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, your voice deep and pouty. “Levi, you’re so good at that.”

Your fingers tangled through his hair, gripping hard as he massaged your clit with his hot tongue. Dropping his head down further, he gave the entire length of your cunt a hungry kiss, his tongue diving into you for just a moment as he wriggled it inside of you.

You had abandoned the phone long ago. It was too hard to hold steady when he was eating the life out of you.

“Levi,” you whined, your hips jerking involuntarily. “I’m gonna cum.”

In response to that, he thrust two fingers into your squelching hole. Rapidly fucking you with his fingers, he simultaneously abused your clit with forceful sucks.

You went out wailing. Your back arched, he kept you steady, and a hot spurt of something wet shot out of you and directly into Levi’s mouth.

“So embarrassing,” you whined, your hips rocking desperately into his face. “Levi, don’t say anything about that.”

When he lifted his head off of you, his face was shimmering with you. Licking his lips, he stared at you unabashedly.

His eyes shifted to your hands. “You stopped recording.”

Your chest heaved with pants. Embarrassed, you looked away from him.

Levi crawled back up the length of your body. Cupping your face in his palm, he mashed your lips together, giving you a taste of yourself on his tongue, and let out a deep sigh through his nose.

Pulling a hair’s breadth away from you, he asked, “How come you always stop recording when you know you’re gonna squirt?”

You pressed your eyes shut. “I asked you not to say anything about it.”

“Stupid,” he sighed. “I wanted a video of it this time.”

“Well, you’re not getting one,” you said stubbornly.

He cracked a smile down at you, sending your heart thumping against your rib cage. With a knowing look in his eyes, he said, “I will eventually.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me that’s why you’ve been eating me out so much recently.”

He let out an amused scoff. “Can you blame me? It’s hot.”

“Ugh, Levi.”

“We’ll work on it some other time.”

Hiding your face in your palms, You wished he would just disappear. When he tapped on your hand, you parted your fingers just enough for you to see him through them.

“My turn,” he murmured. “Your pick.”

You smiled so hard your face hurt.

“Open your mouth.”

Your jaw fell at his request. His thumb pressed into your mouth, running down along your tongue to draw a sliver of saliva across your cheek. With a quick thrust of his hips, Levi stopped right between your tits, his dick spurting a long, hot line of cum across your face.

“Ahhh…”

You released your hold on your breasts, letting Levi jerk himself the rest of the way. Staring up at him patiently, you let your tongue loll out as much as you could, and when his seed landed on your tastebuds, you let out a pleased moan.

“Good girl,” Levi growled, probably without even realizing it. “Swallow.”

Curling your tongue back into your mouth, you held eye contact with him as you did just that. His eyes followed the lump in your throat, and he came on your chin once again.

“Fuck,” Levi breathed. He tapped “stop” and tossed his phone across the room. “Good job.”

You smiled shyly at him. Scooping it off your cheeks and into your mouth, you gave him a coy look.

He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. In a quiet mutter, he said, “You’re too sexy.”

You laughed. “Why are you whispering? Afraid I’ll hear you, daddy?”

“Don’t call me that,” Levi groaned.

You laughed again. When Levi clambered off of you, he offered you his hand, helping you to sit upright again. You smiled up at him, batting your eyelashes as cutely as you could. He watched you for a moment, then kissed you the next.

“We’re both filthy,” he said. “Let’s wash up.”

You grinned. “Sure, Levi.”

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hey bunny [1/?] | lohen x reader | SFW | WIP | excerpt

summary: the cute guy chief varka brought to the cabaret club keeps coming back for you. he's awkward, but he's sweet and polite. at first, you're surprised, but then, you're swooning. by the time you realize his true nature, you're already in too deep. wip themes: tw///mentions of unwanted sexual relations between reader and clients for financial gain, bunny-girl!reader, detective!lohen, club-manager!rosaria, cabaret clubs, credit/loan debts, misunderstandings, pining, fluff eventual themes: yandere!!!!lohen, possesive&obsessive themes, i-can-save-her!lohen, i-can-fix-him!reader, crime, porn with plot, multichapter word count: 953 [4.5k currently written] | ao3

It’s 8 PM at the cabaret club, and Lohen’s come to visit you again.

“Hi,” you say, a genuine smile on your face. Your eyes run down his dark blue suit, decorated with gold emblems that proudly read M.P.D. “Won’t you get in trouble, wearing something like that into a place like this?”

You tuck into the seat beside him, even though you wouldn’t mind looking at him head-on this time. Lohen extends his arm behind you, resting it on the wooden rim of the booth. Giving you a smile that’s curled up more on one side than the other, he says, “Nah. If they even try, I’ll just rat on Chief Varka for being the one to show me this place.”

You laugh. “Guess even men of the law need a break every once in a while.”

His eyes soften like they always do when you laugh, his lips curled into a gentle smile. You feel a sudden rush of heat in your face, and when you snap your gaze to the empty seat across from you, you’re ecstatic that you didn’t sit head-on.

“Ha,” Lohen says, his voice tickling its way into your brain. “You’re cute, Bunny. Do you mind if I…?”

You glance over at him. His hand hovers in the air, his eyes focused on your hair. There’s a red blush on his face, but his smile doesn’t falter.

Your heart skips a beat. Perhaps it’s a low bar, but you’re not used to your guests asking instead of just doing. Timidly, you nod.

His fingers brush your hair behind your ear, fixing the locks into place. His hand lingers a moment, brushing the rim of your ear with the lightest of touches before he returns it to his side.

Your ear burns where he had touched it. Loosing a nervous giggle, you stare down into your glass of apple cider as you clutch your hands into fists.

Lohen’s a lot younger than your typical clients, and it doesn’t hurt that he looks good enough to be a host himself. It’s only natural for you to get flustered, right?

“...Hey,” Lohen says eventually, his voice a low murmur. “I’ve kind of been wondering…if I could get your contact info? If that’s okay.”

“Of course,” you reply, immediately procuring your phone from your bunny outfit’s sole functioning pocket. “Here, you can scan my LINE code.”

Before you can tap your information to display it to him, your thumb hovers over the screen. Just like the other girls at the cabaret club, you have an SNS account dedicated solely to work. That’s the information you’re supposed to give when a customer asks for your socials, so that personal and professional boundaries don’t get blurred.

You glance at Lohen. He stares at you expectantly, his own phone held in his hand.

What Rosaria doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

You tap your personal account, holding the code out for him to scan. Something flickers across Lohen’s eyes, but as soon as that look appears, it’s gone just as fast.

“Thanks,” he says, smiling again. “I’ll message you some time.”

“Sure,” you answer warmly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Slowly, he turns his head away from you. His blaringly red neck pokes out from under his suit collar this time.

You laugh.

[Lohen] [bunny.png] [Lohen] Hey bunny. You working tonight?

When you get his message, you’re on your knees, rummaging through various piles of bills and statements that surround your apartment floor with the giant red words “OVERDUE”. In your left hand, you hold a statement from your student loan financier.

To Miss Customer—

We are offering a new loan forgiveness program for those struggling to make monthly payments! If interested—

You crumple the letter into a ball and toss it aside. With a loud sigh, you plop onto the floor, bringing your knees up to your chest and your phone to your face.

[You] Hi, Lohen. Sorry, but I’m off today. [Lohen] Noooooo [You] Haha, why? What’s up? [Lohen] I really wanna see you T_T </3

You don’t realize you’re grinning until your teeth bite into your lower lip. Quickly, you text your response.

[You] I’ll be there tomorrow! Come see me then :) [Lohen] … T_T [Lohen] But I wanna see you today bunny </3

Are you imagining that thump of your heart, or is it really pounding against your rib cage? You’re starting to feel like a school girl who just got a text from Mr. Popular.

[You] I’m sorry </3 I want to see you too. [Lohen] Oh, yeah? [You] Yeah! [Lohen] Come over then.

Your eyes stay stuck on his last message. An eerie feeling takes hold of you as you interpret his words.

Perhaps Lohen senses your hesitation, because his next string of messages arrive in a flurry.

[Lohen] wait, not in a weird way [Lohen] i totally just weirded you out, didn’t i [Lohen] sorry bunny [Lohen] just forget i said anything

Your tense shoulders relax, but a twinge of guilt eats away at your conscience. Over the past few weeks that you’ve been getting to know Lohen, he’s never done or said anything that’s made you uncomfortable. He clearly likes your company, and you like his, so it’s not unreasonable for him to invite you over to his place, right? He’s not one of those clients, who you only respond to when the cabaret paycheck isn’t enough to keep you from falling further into the red zone. If you went to his house, you wouldn’t leave feeling as dirty as you do with all the others, right?

You let out a shaky breath. Quickly, you text your reply.

[You] Where do you live? :)

this is a WIP/excerpt from Ch. [1/?] of A Good Bunny Stays in her Pen. I'm planning on making it a multi-chapter yandere!lohen fic. there will be drama, there will be hostess club and criminal justice analyses, and there will be good old dickin' down, so stay posted! im really excited to share this one as a lover of true crime! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ (and lohen hehe) ✨⋆˙⟡ ad astra abyssosque! ⋆˙⟡✨: @kinkiaan29, @niki-is-a-reblog, @fml7113, @foggypenguincrusade, @lynndt-chocolate if you would like to be added to my genshin x reader taglist, reblog and/or comment! if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ masterlist | ask | ao3 | more genshin

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you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?

yeah, that’s porn to me.

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Lohen core

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Includes every character except Aloy and Travelers.

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Added Prune and Nicole.

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decimation | gojo x reader | SFW | drabble

summary: the man had tried to kill you. you know this, but satoru's violent reaction is beyond what was necessary to apprehend him. you can't help but worry that with his immense power, if something were to happen to you, he might become like his old friend. themes: binding-vow!au, gojo-clan-servant!reader, yandere!satoru, references to geto, descriptors of blood and violence, angst, established relationship, spooning word count: 887

Satoru’s love was a ticking time bomb.

“Hollow Purple.”

Red blood splattered around you so forcefully, you instinctively lifted an arm to shield your eyes. Amidst the wet sounds of flesh blasting into chunks, Satoru began to laugh.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d let a single drop of that touch you, right? What do you take me for, cutie?”

You slowly lowered your arm to see Satoru, grinning at you as though nothing had even happened. The boyish joy on his face was juxtaposed by the dripping red walls surrounding you, coated in blood and tissue.

An unsettling chill ran down your spine.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

You squeezed your elbows, averting your gaze from your effervescent boyfriend as you examined the carnage. Amidst the grotesque collection of skin and bones, you spotted a golden band that somehow hadn’t been obliterated by Satoru’s attack.

Your hold on yourself grew tighter.

“Cutie,” Satoru drawled, forcing his face into your view. “What’s wrong? We finished the mission, so we should get going, yeah?”

You bit your teeth into your lower lip, shaking your head. Quietly, you said, “Our mission wasn’t to kill him.”

Satoru’s smile slowly dissipated. He lifted his hand to his blindfold, pulling it down to his neck and revealing his ciel-blue eyes. He seemed to be searching for something in your gaze, and you were left on the edge of discomfort waiting for him to find it.

Satoru’s hand eventually lifted to your cheek. He tickled your face with the pad of his thumb, caressing you sweetly. Smiling yet again, Satoru spoke the very words that you had expected.

“If someone tries to hurt you in front of me, whatever happens to you afterwards is their own fault. You’re my girl, you know?”

He brushed your hair behind your ear as he spoke. You swallowed hard.

“You worry me, Satoru. You have too much power to be so impulsive.”

“That wasn’t impulse,” he argued, shaking his head. “That was me protecting you.”

You reached up for his wrist, squeezing it tightly between your fingers. You directed his hand away from your face and down towards the gruesome remains of your mission target, having him open his palm as though he were about to attack. You watched him closely as he looked at you, glanced down, then returned to your gaze.

You grasped his wrist with all the force you could muster.

“If you call that ‘protecting’, Satoru…then what would you do if he had been successful?”

His fingers twitched. In his sky-colored eyes, you saw overwhelming death, destruction, and a descent into madness that all occurred within the span of five milliseconds.

Satoru put a smile back on.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t have to worry about it,” he said, rustling your hair. “C’mon. It’s gonna get dark if we don’t start heading back.”

You nodded, but the pit in your throat wouldn’t quell.

In the dead of the night, Satoru held onto you like a child with his plush bear. His hand slowly stroked your stomach up and down, rustling the silk of your nightgown as you laid together in silence.

You couldn’t settle. Satoru had to have sensed that.

“Give me your hand.”

His voice was soft going into your ear. You shifted your hand down towards his and allowed him to intertwine your fingers together, closing your eyes when he kissed the top of your head.

“You can’t sleep.”

You subtly nodded in response to his acute observation. When Satoru met you with silence, you hesitantly opened your mouth.

“Part of my vow with the Gojo Clan is to always prioritize your life over mine. I’ve always been prepared to die for you, if I have to. It’s a very real possibility that I might offer my life in exchange for your safety one day.”

Silence persisted. You were almost unsure if Satoru had heard you. After a long pause, he gripped your hand tighter and spoke.

“Forget about the vow. I don’t want you doing anything stupid like trading your life away for mine.”

“I can’t forget something that’s been etched into my skin,” you replied. “All I want is for you to promise me that if it happens—.”

“It’s not gonna happen.”

“If it happens,” you repeated forcefully. “Promise me you won’t become like Geto.”

Satoru tangibly grew tense behind you. His grip on your hand tightened to a near uncomfortable degree.

“Can we just shut up and go to bed?” he asked, sounding ragged.

“Promise me.”

“You know, I’m starting to think that you doubt my ability to protect you.”

You pressed your eyes shut, your eyebrows pulling tightly together. In a sharp tone, you said, “Promise me, Satoru.”

He sighed.

“Fine, fine. Even though I’m never gonna let you die for me, I promise that if you do, I won’t become a crazy-ass monk. Now can we relax and get some sleep?”

You subtly nodded your head, feeling the tension between you immediately dwindle. Satoru nuzzled further into your hair, inhaling audibly before letting out a deep breath.

“Good night, cutie.”

Your heart ached from how sweet his voice sounded. When he loved you so tender, your mind almost couldn’t envision the catastrophe he was capable of.

Closing your eyes, you relaxed into him.

“Good night, Satoru.”

a/n: if you like the idea of binding vows tying you to satoru, i have written another wip that has a similar theme to this one! it is also angst and will be linked at the bottom. this is a drabble based on my binding-vow!reader concept. if you liked it, please consider leaving a like! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ 💖⋆°｡specialz sorcerers ⋆💖: @gabiwabi22, @luvrs-isle, @hunniett, @luvrs-isle, @angel-vee-writes if you would like to be tagged whenever i post [jjk] x reader, reblog and/or comment! thank you! for taglist removal, please message me! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ masterlist | ask | ao3 | more of this pair | more vow content

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he dreams of you | dan heng x reader | just barely NSFW | drabble

summary: dan heng has always been haunted by nightmares of his past life. he can't decide if the dreams he has of you are nightmares as well. themes: foxian!reader, artist!reader, your-muse!danheng, porn with feelings, mild sexual content, male masturbation, unreliable narrator, sleep paralysis, implied relationship backstory word count: 935

On nights where Dan Heng wasn’t haunted by nightmares, you visited him in his dreams.

It was always a strange sensation, opening his eyes to see you lying on his chest. Your apparition came with the pressure of a real human body, weighing his limbs down so that he couldn’t move. It was strange—terrifying how helpless he was, yet somehow not terrifying at all. You never did anything on those nights—you just smiled and stared, your Foxian ears twitching in the darkness.

He didn’t understand why he saw you. He had thought he hated you, who made him wear strange clothes and do even stranger things in the name of “art”. But what could be the source of this vision, other than an overwhelming sense of longing?

For you? For the way you looked at him? For the way you got on your hands and knees and worshiped him, loving him and touching him as though he were a God?

It was unthinkable.

Frankly, he wasn’t sure which nights he preferred—those with his shadow or your radiance.

Perhaps it would be better if he never slept at all.

You had introduced him to sensations he never thought possible. He was uncomfortable in his own skin, because every inch was a reminder of you.

Slosh. Slosh.

Submerging himself waist-deep into the bath, Dan Heng tried his best to ignore the tingle in his spine. Gathering white bubbles over his legs, he told himself that the lower half of his body simply did not exist. If he closed his eyes, he could truly block everything out, and if he tried hard enough, maybe he could separate himself from this mortal coil of his.

Peace never lasted long.

“Dan Heeeng.”

He felt the sharp pierce of fox teeth against the rim of his ear. Hands hot from bath water slid up his chest, before one settled between his legs beneath the surface. Your tongue flicked across, occluding his hearing momentarily, and your fingers down under squeezed.

He opened his eyes with a gasp. A trickle of sweat rolled down his face as steam continued to rise around it. He unsurely touched the space where your imaginary hand had been.

He was embarrassingly hard.

“Oh, sweetheart. Do you need my help with that?”

Your Cheshire grin haunted his mind.

He would never admit that he thought of you when he needed to.

Haah…haah…

Dan Heng closed his eyes and lifted a hand to his mouth, trying to mask the sound of his panting. If anyone else in the Express were to hear, to say he would be mortified was a dire understatement. In the darkness of his cabin room, his free hand worked his stiff member up and down, slick with body oil—

“You should do it this way, Dan Heng.”

—and twitching with need. Behind his eyelids, he saw your form: smooth legs, elegant posture, and fingers that tasted like the very heavens themselves. Sometimes, you would tie that hair of yours back and…

His teeth dug into his lower lip. Had he really liked it that much? He couldn’t recall.

You had done a lot together. Somewhere along the way, he had settled on this as a way of describing it, instead of victimizing. It just felt more accurate, and less like he was lying to himself.

Which he had no problem doing. He did it all the time.

For example, he always told himself he didn’t need you.

The woman unfolded her parasol, lifting it over her head to protect herself from the sun. For a moment, Dan Heng saw you in her place, your umbrella in hand. Your Foxian eyes met his, and you smiled.

“Shall we go, my sweet?”

“…Heng? Dan Heng!”

March’s voice broke through his illusion. The woman had blonde hair and human ears; there was no grand tail poking through those clothes of hers. The image of a silver brush flickered through his mind, as well as the soft texture of your fur. When he turned to look at his pink-haired friend, he set it to the back of his mind.

“You’re zoning out again! And you call me unfocused!” She crossed her arms over her chest, brows furrowed. “Yell at him too, Stelle!”

He lifted a hand to the back of his head. “Sorry.”

Ignoring his upset comrade, Dan Heng turned his head to the fountain in central Belobog’s Administrative District. Children clamored around a petite girl with large glasses, and a man selling balloons pushed his cart along. Despite the cold, heated lanterns kept the city as warm as possible, and the life flowing through it could not be frozen.

It was a fine scene. He could practically see you sitting down here to paint another one of your masterpieces, ordering your servants to subdue the people into standing still, per usual. You might have even asked him to be part of the composition.

“…You guys should explore the city.” He turned on his heel, immediately pacing away from his friends. “I’ll check in at the Goethe Hotel to manage our reservation. We’ll reconvene tomorrow.”

“Huh? Dan Heng, you party pooper!” March sounded indignant, but she eventually let out a sigh. “Oh well, I guess we can look around without him…he’s always so brooding.”

Brooding, huh?

“You’re quite distant, you know. Ah, don’t misunderstand—I don’t think that it’s a bad thing. Your temperament only makes you all the more alluring to me, darling.”

He didn’t care what others thought of him, anyway. Your words should have offered him no solace.

Yet whenever he recalled them, they were his refuge.

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Who hurt you?

Based on the story of the Bloodstained knight and white flower from Varka's character story