i need a lohen variant of this for funsies, we tie him up ofc
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i need a lohen variant of this for funsies, we tie him up ofc
i wanna get drunk and fuck lohen
im not even gonna try and make it sound nice i just want him 😭
lohen is gap moe perfection to me
his regular demeanor evaporating when you treat him like he's something to be cherished. he short circuits, straight up doesn't know what to do. i imagine him as the enthusiastic type when playing rough, but definitely gets shy during the slow, tender moments.
is vampire lohen x dentist reader too on the nose
lohen would love being the pilot of an eva-type mech. he'd live for the rush of feeling the mech's pain. oh i need to write about this
was thinking about lohen's neck today
it's his sweet spot, something you know very well and abuse all the same. sucking bruises into the junction between neck and shoulder, relishing the way he turns to putty beneath you.
you like watching him unravel like this, too overcome with sensation to think of other things. as your lips move from his neck to his throat, his breaths become even more ragged. he whimpers softly, throwing his head back as if to present his jugular.
he twitches as your lips near that pale, vulnerable skin. you drink the sight in, like a fox studying a caught rabbit. you strike. marking your territory in little purple spots along porcelain skin.
thinking about touching lohen gently
soft touches being something he's experienced very little in his life. watching his expression shift as you slowly caress his face and card fingers through teal locks. from confidence, to confusion, to helplessness.
he can't help but lean into your touch, and, if you listen closely, you can hear a soft whine crawling from the back of his throat. he hides his reddened face in the crook of your neck, but you don't mind. you press a light kiss to his hair, and let him melt in your arms.