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I raise this cup of honeybrew— to our yesterdays and tomorrows. 𓇼 LUMI adult she/her infp
multifandom LOHEN writing blog! Shall we drift together— on the ripples of reverie?
tw : aphrodisiacs, suggestive
Everyone who knows about the vice captain of the fifth company's antics would guess that intimate moments with Lohen are on the rougher side, but they couldn't have been more wrong. He is so sweet and knightly to you even in bed— always making you feel loved and cared for.
Though, it makes you start to wonder if he is holding back for your sake or worse— that he isn't enjoying his time with you as much as you do.
So, consulting your most trusted life coach (Lisa), which ends with you asking for a certain solution from the chief alchemist, brings you here. Despite the guilt in your heart, you add the liquid into the tea you've made for him in hopes that it'll help him act according to his desires truly.
You bring the cup to the living room, trying to keep your expression neutral. But the moment Lohen looks at the teacup, a smile is presented to you— and it's all it takes for yours to drop.
"We are drugging each other now?"
This was such a bad idea.
But you can't lie to your lover, can you? Not like you'd have a change fooling him, anyway.
"...Sorry."
Despite your act being thrown off— Lohen chugs down the aphrodisiac-filled tea in one sip. Willingly.
"You know, I'd still indulge in whatever you'd like without this too. All you had to do was ask."
The guilt is more evident in your eyes now; you try to hide your hands that you keep playing with behind your back. But Lohen leans forward a bit so he can hold your arm and drag you closer to him— placing you on his lap.
"Well— I just thought... that you were holding back when we are... intimate. And I don't want you to not enjoy yourself, so—"
The flicker of surprise is short-lived in his eyes— leaving its place for pure amusement.
He grins, a snicker leaving his mouth.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Within a second, your back meets the couch's soft cushion, and Lohen caresses your hair lovingly while his hungry eyes are focused on you.
"Well, like I said— all you had to do was ask, bunny."
Ah, you are in for a long ride.
tw : biker!Lohen (he is his own warning <3 ) next
Failure.
Your date was a failure.
Not only was he a douche, he was a douche who didn't think. And not only was he a douche who didn't think, he was a douche who didn't think about anyone but himself.
You were so mad, waiting near the bus stop— arms wrapped into each other in hopes of warming yourself up. Your fingers tapped against your skin with a frantic frequency, trying to stop your thoughts from wandering.
You sniffled, taking a deep breath to not let the tears drop. Mind you, you were mostly sad for the sheer effort you've put in. Well, mostly.
When the familiar engine sound reached your ears, you turned your head toward the noise.
There he was. Your savior.
He gave you a taunting grin through the helmet, lifting his visor up.
"Told ya it wouldn't work, didn't I?"
A vein popped in your forehead, and you hit his shoulder. Despite his teasing, you knew you didn't have a choice other than to sit behind him and go home. Suck it up, his eyes seemed to tell you.
You were impatiently waiting for him to start the damn vehicle again, but he was taking his time taking his jacket off— wait, what?
His dark navy blue leather jacket was shrugged off, draped carelessly over your shoulders to shield you from the wind. Your puzzled expression seemed to amuse him further, given how he didn't even bother to hide his cackle.
As you were so busy putting the jacket on, something dropped onto your head softly, clogging your vision. When you lifted your head, you flipped up the shield that was blocking your sight and found him giving you a smirk.
"Can't risk your big head falling and damaging the road now."
"You—!"
Good thing his helmet was now on you, which gave you the perfect opportunity to slap his head without any obstacles in the way.
He let out an insincere complaint of pain, which ended up with you pinching his waist. Getting the memo, he finally started the motorcycle again, though he didn't forget to grumble.
"And here I was thinking I was doing a good deed. Picking up my roommate after their horrendous date, giving my jacket, my helmet, my gasoline—"
Another pinch and he shut up. Finally!
The silence didn't bring you as much peace as you wanted. Your mind kept drifting back to earlier in the evening, until it was violently interrupted by a sudden force that almost made you fly off. If it weren't for your harsh grip onto his waist— particularly wrapping your arms around him entirely this time— you would have fallen.
You let out a yelp, the top of the helmet hitting his back with a hard thud. You knew he did this on purpose, that little shit!
But words died on your tongue when his hand found yours, giving them a gentle squeeze right where they connected.
"You know, I'd be a better boyfriend than him, right?"
hi! your lohen fics are so yummm
rest more if u want!! you dont have to force yourself to write or post everyday, take care❤️
AAA U ARE SO CUTE TYYY <3
No, dw HAHA I'm not burnout or sick or anything like that! I swear I am itching to write even now, but I'm on a date... Uh huh...
bro wont be getting that 2nd date he called shogun booba mama👎
hi! your lohen fics are so yummm
rest more if u want!! you dont have to force yourself to write or post everyday, take care❤️
AAA U ARE SO CUTE TYYY <3
No, dw HAHA I'm not burnout or sick or anything like that! I swear I am itching to write even now, but I'm on a date... Uh huh...
No new post today ߹𖥦߹ To make up for it, feel free to request something! I will write them tomorrow <3
They can be either Lohen related or not, AHAHA I swear I like other characters too...
tw : biker!Lohen (Standalone for the series HAHA) ty for the wonderful person who inspired me^^
"I don't really understand why you like this thing so much," you said, trying to remember what he had told you about the components in front of you.
Honestly, all you really wanted to do was rev it. It was fun.
Vroom.
"Well, she has a name." He was draped sideways across the leather seat, letting you touch the vehicle as much as you liked.
"You riding other women now?" You turned toward Lohen, raising an eyebrow.
"...Okay, 'thing' it is," he sighed, though he looked secretly proud of your answer. That guy.
You'd make him tell you what name he was calling her later.
"So, what does this one do again?" You changed the subject, pointing at the motorcycle's thermometer.
"Hmm, that one? Keeps you alert so the motor doesn't overheat."
Hmmm.
Vroom.
Yeah, you clearly weren't listening.
"Look, it's going up."
Vroom.
Vroom.
"Now, now. Even though I wouldn't mind you fighting with the bike, I'd rather you didn't burn up alongside her—"
Vroom.
"Thing." he quickly adds, with an unapologetic smile "I meant the thing."
tw : biker!Lohen (Standalone for the series HAHA) ty for the wonderful person who inspired me^^
"I don't really understand why you like this thing so much," you said, trying to remember what he had told you about the components in front of you.
Honestly, all you really wanted to do was rev it. It was fun.
Vroom.
"Well, she has a name." He was draped sideways across the leather seat, letting you touch the vehicle as much as you liked.
"You riding other women now?" You turned toward Lohen, raising an eyebrow.
"...Okay, 'thing' it is," he sighed, though he looked secretly proud of your answer. That guy.
You'd make him tell you what name he was calling her later.
"So, what does this one do again?" You changed the subject, pointing at the motorcycle's thermometer.
"Hmm, that one? Keeps you alert so the motor doesn't overheat."
Hmmm.
Vroom.
Yeah, you clearly weren't listening.
"Look, it's going up."
Vroom.
Vroom.
"Now, now. Even though I wouldn't mind you fighting with the bike, I'd rather you didn't burn up alongside her—"
Vroom.
"Thing." he quickly adds, with an unapologetic smile "I meant the thing."
tw : biker!Lohen + previous
Today was very unproductive, and honestly, who could blame you? Your last date had been a disaster, and then your roommate somehow ended up confessing to you right after. Since then, the two of you— who usually bickered or talked non-stop— had been wrapped in total silence.
On top of that, you had classes. How could anyone actually be productive during lectures?
When the professor finally finished the last topic, you let out a heavy sigh. Even your friends had given you space today, sensing your troubled mood.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you caught one of them giving you a questioning look. You offered a reassuring smile and waved them over, making your way toward the group.
You won't think about the whole situation until you get home...
Well, the sunshine and rainbows of laughing with your friends was short-lived. The moment you walked through the gates, you spotted someone waiting.
Someone chewing pink bubblegum, leaning casually against a motorcycle– waiting.
Someone awfully familiar.
There was no escaping it now. With a quiet groan, you waved goodbye to your friends and hurried toward him.
He looked up and offered a soft, kind smile— one that looked good on him, even if it didn't fit his usual personality at all. Wait— did you seriously just think it looked good on him?
Before you could reach him, someone stepped into your path and approached him first. Judging by their uniform, they were a high schooler at best. You wondered what business they could possibly have with him. It didn't stop your pace, though; if anything, it made you walk a tiny bit faster.
Unfortunately, by the time you caught up to them, you only caught the very end of their conversation.
"No, I have a girlfriend."
What girlfriend? Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide, only to find him already staring directly at you.
"Ah, there she is! Hi, babe."
Your jaw practically dropped to the floor, but he paid your shock no mind and casually bid farewell to the stranger.
Trying to turn things back to normal, you muttered, "Did they think you were thirteen or something, again?"
"Oh, you can talk? I thought you lost that ability yesterday," he replied.
Your attempt was an absolute failure. Great.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you averted your gaze. "Why are you here?"
He pretended to think about it for a moment, then flashed you a wicked, taunting smirk. "What do you think?"
A sigh left your mouth, and you didn't bother answering. You grabbed the spare helmet resting on the motorcycle seat and shoved it onto his head a little roughly. "Let's just go home first."
He was quiet for a second, then let out a low chuckle. "Okay, your highness."
He took your hand in his, helping you swing your leg over the motorcycle with the mock chivalry of a knight assisting royalty into a carriage.
Something once again dropped onto your head like the last time, very softly. "And for the record," he added, gently tapping the top of the helmet, "this was always meant for your pretty head."
tw : biker!Lohen (he is his own warning <3 ) next
Failure.
Your date was a failure.
Not only was he a douche, he was a douche who didn't think. And not only was he a douche who didn't think, he was a douche who didn't think about anyone but himself.
You were so mad, waiting near the bus stop— arms wrapped into each other in hopes of warming yourself up. Your fingers tapped against your skin with a frantic frequency, trying to stop your thoughts from wandering.
You sniffled, taking a deep breath to not let the tears drop. Mind you, you were mostly sad for the sheer effort you've put in. Well, mostly.
When the familiar engine sound reached your ears, you turned your head toward the noise.
There he was. Your savior.
He gave you a taunting grin through the helmet, lifting his visor up.
"Told ya it wouldn't work, didn't I?"
A vein popped in your forehead, and you hit his shoulder. Despite his teasing, you knew you didn't have a choice other than to sit behind him and go home. Suck it up, his eyes seemed to tell you.
You were impatiently waiting for him to start the damn vehicle again, but he was taking his time taking his jacket off— wait, what?
His dark navy blue leather jacket was shrugged off, draped carelessly over your shoulders to shield you from the wind. Your puzzled expression seemed to amuse him further, given how he didn't even bother to hide his cackle.
As you were so busy putting the jacket on, something dropped onto your head softly, clogging your vision. When you lifted your head, you flipped up the shield that was blocking your sight and found him giving you a smirk.
"Can't risk your big head falling and damaging the road now."
"You—!"
Good thing his helmet was now on you, which gave you the perfect opportunity to slap his head without any obstacles in the way.
He let out an insincere complaint of pain, which ended up with you pinching his waist. Getting the memo, he finally started the motorcycle again, though he didn't forget to grumble.
"And here I was thinking I was doing a good deed. Picking up my roommate after their horrendous date, giving my jacket, my helmet, my gasoline—"
Another pinch and he shut up. Finally!
The silence didn't bring you as much peace as you wanted. Your mind kept drifting back to earlier in the evening, until it was violently interrupted by a sudden force that almost made you fly off. If it weren't for your harsh grip onto his waist— particularly wrapping your arms around him entirely this time— you would have fallen.
You let out a yelp, the top of the helmet hitting his back with a hard thud. You knew he did this on purpose, that little shit!
But words died on your tongue when his hand found yours, giving them a gentle squeeze right where they connected.
"You know, I'd be a better boyfriend than him, right?"
Am I a hypocrite for being obsessed with the biker!Lohen trope but blocking a real guy just because he owns a motorcycle?
tw : biker!Lohen (Standalone for the series HAHA) ty for the wonderful person who inspired me^^
"I don't really understand why you like this thing so much," you said, trying to remember what he had told you about the components in front of you.
Honestly, all you really wanted to do was rev it. It was fun.
Vroom.
"Well, she has a name." He was draped sideways across the leather seat, letting you touch the vehicle as much as you liked.
"You riding other women now?" You turned toward Lohen, raising an eyebrow.
"...Okay, 'thing' it is," he sighed, though he looked secretly proud of your answer. That guy.
You'd make him tell you what name he was calling her later.
"So, what does this one do again?" You changed the subject, pointing at the motorcycle's thermometer.
"Hmm, that one? Keeps you alert so the motor doesn't overheat."
Hmmm.
Vroom.
Yeah, you clearly weren't listening.
"Look, it's going up."
Vroom.
Vroom.
"Now, now. Even though I wouldn't mind you fighting with the bike, I'd rather you didn't burn up alongside her—"
Vroom.
"Thing." he quickly adds, with an unapologetic smile "I meant the thing."
Wait my brain isn't working I NEED IDEAS PLEASE
tw : aphrodisiacs, suggestive
Everyone who knows about the vice captain of the fifth company's antics would guess that intimate moments with Lohen are on the rougher side, but they couldn't have been more wrong. He is so sweet and knightly to you even in bed— always making you feel loved and cared for.
Though, it makes you start to wonder if he is holding back for your sake or worse— that he isn't enjoying his time with you as much as you do.
So, consulting your most trusted life coach (Lisa), which ends with you asking for a certain solution from the chief alchemist, brings you here. Despite the guilt in your heart, you add the liquid into the tea you've made for him in hopes that it'll help him act according to his desires truly.
You bring the cup to the living room, trying to keep your expression neutral. But the moment Lohen looks at the teacup, a smile is presented to you— and it's all it takes for yours to drop.
"We are drugging each other now?"
This was such a bad idea.
But you can't lie to your lover, can you? Not like you'd have a change fooling him, anyway.
"...Sorry."
Despite your act being thrown off— Lohen chugs down the aphrodisiac-filled tea in one sip. Willingly.
"You know, I'd still indulge in whatever you'd like without this too. All you had to do was ask."
The guilt is more evident in your eyes now; you try to hide your hands that you keep playing with behind your back. But Lohen leans forward a bit so he can hold your arm and drag you closer to him— placing you on his lap.
"Well— I just thought... that you were holding back when we are... intimate. And I don't want you to not enjoy yourself, so—"
The flicker of surprise is short-lived in his eyes— leaving its place for pure amusement.
He grins, a snicker leaving his mouth.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Within a second, your back meets the couch's soft cushion, and Lohen caresses your hair lovingly while his hungry eyes are focused on you.
"Well, like I said— all you had to do was ask, bunny."
Ah, you are in for a long ride.
tw : biker!Lohen + previous
Today was very unproductive, and honestly, who could blame you? Your last date had been a disaster, and then your roommate somehow ended up confessing to you right after. Since then, the two of you— who usually bickered or talked non-stop— had been wrapped in total silence.
On top of that, you had classes. How could anyone actually be productive during lectures?
When the professor finally finished the last topic, you let out a heavy sigh. Even your friends had given you space today, sensing your troubled mood.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you caught one of them giving you a questioning look. You offered a reassuring smile and waved them over, making your way toward the group.
You won't think about the whole situation until you get home...
Well, the sunshine and rainbows of laughing with your friends was short-lived. The moment you walked through the gates, you spotted someone waiting.
Someone chewing pink bubblegum, leaning casually against a motorcycle– waiting.
Someone awfully familiar.
There was no escaping it now. With a quiet groan, you waved goodbye to your friends and hurried toward him.
He looked up and offered a soft, kind smile— one that looked good on him, even if it didn't fit his usual personality at all. Wait— did you seriously just think it looked good on him?
Before you could reach him, someone stepped into your path and approached him first. Judging by their uniform, they were a high schooler at best. You wondered what business they could possibly have with him. It didn't stop your pace, though; if anything, it made you walk a tiny bit faster.
Unfortunately, by the time you caught up to them, you only caught the very end of their conversation.
"No, I have a girlfriend."
What girlfriend? Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide, only to find him already staring directly at you.
"Ah, there she is! Hi, babe."
Your jaw practically dropped to the floor, but he paid your shock no mind and casually bid farewell to the stranger.
Trying to turn things back to normal, you muttered, "Did they think you were thirteen or something, again?"
"Oh, you can talk? I thought you lost that ability yesterday," he replied.
Your attempt was an absolute failure. Great.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you averted your gaze. "Why are you here?"
He pretended to think about it for a moment, then flashed you a wicked, taunting smirk. "What do you think?"
A sigh left your mouth, and you didn't bother answering. You grabbed the spare helmet resting on the motorcycle seat and shoved it onto his head a little roughly. "Let's just go home first."
He was quiet for a second, then let out a low chuckle. "Okay, your highness."
He took your hand in his, helping you swing your leg over the motorcycle with the mock chivalry of a knight assisting royalty into a carriage.
Something once again dropped onto your head like the last time, very softly. "And for the record," he added, gently tapping the top of the helmet, "this was always meant for your pretty head."
tw : biker!Lohen (he is his own warning <3 ) next
Failure.
Your date was a failure.
Not only was he a douche, he was a douche who didn't think. And not only was he a douche who didn't think, he was a douche who didn't think about anyone but himself.
You were so mad, waiting near the bus stop— arms wrapped into each other in hopes of warming yourself up. Your fingers tapped against your skin with a frantic frequency, trying to stop your thoughts from wandering.
You sniffled, taking a deep breath to not let the tears drop. Mind you, you were mostly sad for the sheer effort you've put in. Well, mostly.
When the familiar engine sound reached your ears, you turned your head toward the noise.
There he was. Your savior.
He gave you a taunting grin through the helmet, lifting his visor up.
"Told ya it wouldn't work, didn't I?"
A vein popped in your forehead, and you hit his shoulder. Despite his teasing, you knew you didn't have a choice other than to sit behind him and go home. Suck it up, his eyes seemed to tell you.
You were impatiently waiting for him to start the damn vehicle again, but he was taking his time taking his jacket off— wait, what?
His dark navy blue leather jacket was shrugged off, draped carelessly over your shoulders to shield you from the wind. Your puzzled expression seemed to amuse him further, given how he didn't even bother to hide his cackle.
As you were so busy putting the jacket on, something dropped onto your head softly, clogging your vision. When you lifted your head, you flipped up the shield that was blocking your sight and found him giving you a smirk.
"Can't risk your big head falling and damaging the road now."
"You—!"
Good thing his helmet was now on you, which gave you the perfect opportunity to slap his head without any obstacles in the way.
He let out an insincere complaint of pain, which ended up with you pinching his waist. Getting the memo, he finally started the motorcycle again, though he didn't forget to grumble.
"And here I was thinking I was doing a good deed. Picking up my roommate after their horrendous date, giving my jacket, my helmet, my gasoline—"
Another pinch and he shut up. Finally!
The silence didn't bring you as much peace as you wanted. Your mind kept drifting back to earlier in the evening, until it was violently interrupted by a sudden force that almost made you fly off. If it weren't for your harsh grip onto his waist— particularly wrapping your arms around him entirely this time— you would have fallen.
You let out a yelp, the top of the helmet hitting his back with a hard thud. You knew he did this on purpose, that little shit!
But words died on your tongue when his hand found yours, giving them a gentle squeeze right where they connected.
"You know, I'd be a better boyfriend than him, right?"
what the hell is his problem
I wish I was his problem