Hi! @scarletrosesposts - Tumblr Blog

Heart Challenger (Lohen x Reader)

Summary: You hear a conversation between Lohen and Theodore that you definitely weren't supposed to. Long story short, you're now trying to set him up with yourself (his crush) while simultaneously trying to bury your own feelings for him so as to not ruin his budding love life.

Also cross-posted to ao3!

WC: 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: Modern!AU, fluff, jealousy (on reader's part), childhood friends to lovers, reader and Lohen are both freak4freak and idiot4idiot, Theodore is so done with your bs, the three of you share one brain cell and Theo has it 99% of the time, soft Lohen, there's one quick line of implied NSFW at the very end but it's plausibly deniable

The title of the fic is a reference to this song of the same name! There's no relation beyond that, I just think it's a cute song :D

You were supposed to meet up with Lohen & Theodore at the former’s apartment 30 minutes ago. Unfortunately, one thing led to another and here you are, showing up fashionably late. You sent a text in the group chat to let them know about your predicament, but got no response.

As you walk up the front door of Lohen’s abode, preparing your rant about how much the universe hated you today, you hear some… peculiar words.

“Taking them out to a shooting range on the first date is a terrible idea!”

You slow your steps at the sound of Theodore’s voice. What on Teyvat could he possibly be talking about?

“Hey, I’m trying my best here! How am I supposed to know good places to take someone on the first date?” You hear Lohen respond.

Theodore sighs, “You should focus on telling them how you feel first.”

“I’m working on it.” Lohen grumbles.

“You’re not working on it hard enough. You’ve been crushing on them for months now, and the closest you’ve gotten to confessing is telling them ‘I like your shade of blood.’ while they were sleeping.” Theodore deadpanned.

Hold up. Lohen has a crush on someone? Lohen? He has feelings for someone?!

You quickly unlock the door and let yourself in.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” You exclaim, barging into the not-so-secret conversation considering Lohen and Theodore were talking so loudly you could hear them clear as day through the former’s front door.

Both of them whip around to face you at the sound of your voice. Theodore’s looking at you in shock while Lohen’s face quickly turns red.

“Hey- are you okay?” The sight worried you. You quickly make your way over to check if Lohen’s coming down with something. The last time you saw his face this red was when he got extremely sick with the flu in fifth grade.

As you brush Lohen’s hair out of the way to place the back of your palm on his forehead, his face somehow becomes even more red.

“I’m fine!” Lohen tries his best to say it with his usual air of charisma, only for his voice to crack as the words come out.

He felt like he was burning up. You are very much not convinced that he’s fine.

“He just uh… saw his crush walking by outside the window!” Theodore stammers out.

You gasp, quickly running towards said window, slamming your palms besides either side of your head as you smush your forehead against the glass. “Where?”

“Oh they've already gone inside by now.” Theodore nervously chuckles, shooting a glare at Lohen while you’re still focused outside.

(He wasn't lying per say, just stretching the truth a little. Lohen had been watching you approach the apartment complex while you were still quite the distance away, and now you're inside.)

You let out a disappointed sigh before giving up and going over to flop down on Lohen’s couch before pouting at him as you repeat your question from earlier, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You sounded hurt.

“I… thought you would get jealous?” Lohen wants to punt himself out the window with that line delivery. He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Theodore’s got an exacerbated look on his face as the brunette fights every urge in his body to facepalm right then and there.

Lohen was always a ferocious child. He’s gotten into (and won) so many fights over the years. So how the hell is he losing to you in a battle you didn’t even know existed?

“Lohen.” You sit up straight, grabbing both his shoulders and pulling him close to you. “I’ve been trying to get you to make some more friends for years now. Why the hell would I be jealous?” Your words came out with just a little too much malice.

God you looked so attractive when angry.

If Lohen wasn’t mortified about the current situation (and if Theodore wasn't here), he would absolutely close the distance between your lips right now.

“Because I’d be spending less time with you?” He tries to reason. At least it sounded believable.

Your angry expression morphs into a stunned one before you start laughing, “You have got to be kidding me! We’ve been friends for so long now. Go confess your feelings to them! I know you won’t stop spending time with me just because you get a partner.” Your words sounded strained.

“Maybe you can help him with that.” Theodore interjects.

Lohen mentally adds him to his poisoning hit-list.

Two days later, here you were, sitting in front of Lohen so he can practice confessing his feelings, while Theodore is quietly snicking in the corner.

The two of you were seated across from each other at his dining room table. You thought it would be helpful to set the scene as if you were on an actual date. Theodore is playing the role of the waitstaff while you act the part of Lohen’s crush. He did seem oddly jittery about this whole thing, maybe this will help him be better prepared for the real deal?

(This definitely wasn't your poorly veiled attempt at feeling like you were on an actual date with him. Your crush. Definitely not.)

Though, the only things Lohen thought were ‘helpful’ in this situation were the dimmed lights. They were doing a lot of the heavy lifting in concealing his raging blush.

“Today was just wonderful, wouldn’t you say?” You said, dreamily, looking into Lohen’s eyes with a soft smile.

“I’m, uh, glad you had fun?” His voice went up a little too high near the end there, but at least it didn't crack this time.

You signal him to keep going, this was the best he’s done all day! But to be fair, nothing can be worse than him thinking a good way of impressing his crush was by playing the knife game with his own hand.

You would've been a lot more concerned if only you hadn't seen him do that a million times by now. Sometimes you even let him use your hand when you’re bored. You trust he knows what he's doing.

(Lohen’s been asking to use your hand much more frequently these past few months. It's the perfect excuse for him to hold your hand, if only for a moment. He's even managed to convince you to let him play with your palm faced up. He says it's to spice things up. It's not. He just wants an excuse to stare at those pretty veins on your wrist.)

To help aid him, you reach across the table to hold one of his hands in your own, giving it a comforting squeeze whilst trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Lohen looks down at your entwined hands, pausing for a moment before finally saying, “Your hands would look great around my neck right now.”

He cannot be serious.

“Lohen. Respectfully. What the fuck?” You deadpanned, “Okay, that may work on me, but you’re supposed to be pretending that I’m your crush right now!” You let out a sigh, “Let’s try it again from the top…”

Theodore bursts out laughing from behind you as Lohen wishes he could burst out the front door.

“So… are they here yet?” You ask for the fifth time that hour alone.

“No. And stop asking, you’ll blow our cover.” Theodore shushes.

“We are standing in the arcade holding newspapers in front of our faces. This is the exact opposite of what having cover is.” You hiss back.

The three of you were at the local arcade, a place Lohen’s crush supposedly frequented, due to your insistence on at least seeing who said crush is. You’ve been there for almost four hours, doing nothing but slightly shuffling locations every so often, hoping to find them.

You did think that was a bit odd though. You and Lohen came here pretty often, so how the hell would you have missed seeing them up until now? Plus, you were starting to get bored. Who the hell goes to an arcade just to stand around all day? Well, the three of you but that’s besides the point.

You sigh as you tilt your head up and let your hands fall, bringing the newspaper down with them, “Call me back over when they show up, I wanna play some of the rhythm games.” And then off you went.

As soon as you were safely out of earshot, Theodore speaks up, “Okay this is getting ridiculous, you have to tell them that you like them!”

“Absolutely not,” Lohen hisses back, “I’m willing to chance a lot of things, this is not one of them.”

“Did you even listen to what they said the other week? ‘Okay, that may work on me, but-’ They’re receptive to your shitty flirting, that’s gotta mean something.”

Lohen hates that Theodore had a point. He crosses his arms and looks to the side.

Big mistake.

His eyes fell on you as you hit every note on the game you were playing with accuracy & precision. You were slamming on those poor buttons at this point, but it looks like you were going to get the full combo, so why did you look so upset?

(You have no idea how attractive you looked to Lohen right now. He wants nothing more than to march over to you and beg you to take your frustrations out on him instead of that stupid machine.)

Lohen only breaks his gaze off you when he sees your eyes light up at something in the distance before you start walking back to where he and Theodore still stood.

“They got a new shooter in, come on, let’s go try it!” You eagerly linked your arm with Lohen’s, quickly tugging him towards the machine.

He doesn’t miss how tight your grip on him is, nor does he miss the peeved expression on your face.

So you were getting jealous.

Theodore excuses himself to let you two have some alone time before giving Lohen a thumbs-up for encouragement.

He receives a middle-finger in response.

“I’m starting to think this mystery person doesn’t exist.” You sigh.

Lohen almost choked on his water when you said that out loud while studying together in his living room. Yet you sounded… almost relieved?

“What makes you say that?” He was going to crush his water bottle with how tightly he was squeezing it.

You shrug, “Well, it's been a whole month and they've never showed up at any of the places you and Theodore claimed they frequented.”

“You've just been really unlucky then!” Lohen tries to laugh it off, “I’ve seen them. Many times.”

He really should’ve thought that through, ‘Please don’t ask me where please don’t ask me where please don’t ask me where-’

“What if they're avoiding me on purpose? Lohen, what if they hate me?!” You sound genuinely worried as you hold your head in your hands.

“I'm sure that can't be the case, who could hate someone like you?” It was a miracle he managed to say that smoothly.

“But what if they really don't like me and want us to stop hanging out once you're together?” You were slowly starting to spiral now.

Lohen was offended by that.

Did you really think he'd up and abandon you, his best friend for almost two decades now, just because some rando, crush or not, asked him to?

He flicks your forehead before pulling you into a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“You're such a dummy.” His voice was soft, “We've been together for how long and you're worried about something like that? You're never getting rid of me, bunny, not even if you, or anyone else, tried.”

You don't know what to say in response.

Lohen continues, “You mean so, so much to me. Please don't ever leave my side.” His grip is bruising, contrasting the gentle tone of his voice as the words rush out of him.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be physically affectionate towards you, but something felt different about this.

This felt too close. Too intimate.

It only made it harder for you to push down your feelings for him. You wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can around him.

You don't want him to let go.

You don’t want this moment to end.

“You're acting like you'd rather date me…” You joked, picking your words carefully, desperately hoping for a sign, any sign that your feelings were reciprocated.

“Yes.” The word comes out of Lohen’s mouth before he even realizes what he's said.

Your eyes widen. There’s no way you just heard him say that… right?

“Wha- What did you say…?” You managed to verbalize, as you loosen your arms around him. You wanted to look at his face, but couldn't with how tightly he had wrapped himself around your frame.

Lohen can't tell if your response is positive or negative.

For once, he feels fearful. He didn’t want this to be how he told you how he felt, but there was no going back. All he could do now was hold onto you even tighter, hoping that could somehow change the outcome for the better if you didn’t feel the same way about him.

Lohen takes a shaky breath, before slowly repeating, “Yes.”

“Lohen. Look at me. Please.”

He could never refuse anything you asked of him.

He gives you one last squeeze before following your command, loosening himself from you just enough so he can look into your eyes.

However, your eyes weren't looking into his.

Your gaze was instead focused downward, on his lips.

Oh. Oh.

Without hesitation, he closes the distance between your lips, bringing one hand up to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss, while the other pushes your legs together before finding the back of your knees and lifting you up, carrying you to his bedroom.

He was not letting his precious bunny go tonight.

Theodore gets a text from Lohen the next morning.

[Idiot #1] Guess who’s dating now :p

[Theo] Finally.

Notes: First time writing Theodore, kinda nervous 👉👈 Really hoping both him & Lohen aren't OOC 😭 Their dynamic is so interesting to me, hoping and praying we see Theodore again in the story🤞

If y'all know any Lohen x Reader fics featuring Theodore and/or Adorno please send them my way 🥺🤲 So far the only two I'm aware of are 'A Good Bunny Stays in Her Pen' (multi-chapter with nsfw) by @/chai-writes-stuff and 'What could possibly scare Lohen?' (one-shot) by smouchie on ao3 😭😭

All colorful floral dividers by @hearts4mychem!!

chai-writes-stuff

hit me! | lohen x reader | NSFW | oneshot

summary: lohen wants you to hit him, but you're a lover, not a fighter. he wracks his mind for a solution to his conundrum, only to settle on the best possible one: if he wants you to roundhouse him into next week, he'll just have to make you mad. themes: established relationship, assistant-librarian!reader, attempt at humor, silly references, playfighting, floor sex, light teasing, insufferable!lohen, inspired by various lohen memes/tumblr postings, they're in love your honor ♡ word count: 3k | ao3 ♡ (one of author's personal favorites)

You really weren’t sure you could follow this tutorial of his.

“So you step back with one foot like this,” Lohen said, tilting his body with the backward movement of his leg. “Then you hold your hands like this. One by your chin, one in front of you. And when you go to throw a punch, you just—.” He pivoted on his right foot, launching the fist by his chin straight forward as his body snapped with the motion.

“Wham! Like that.” He grinned, placing his hand on his hip. “Easy enough, yeah?”

moonbloomsea

☯︎To the one I adore.

Lohen x fem.reader

Idea by this lovely person right here: @darkmodeilluga

It’s won’t be so good and might be ooc but I hope you have a good read!!

You have known Lohen, The Vice Captain of the Fifth Company, for long enough to know about his tendencies and behaviour.

Yet it is something that you did not mind, as it is still a part of him and that is enough for you. Loving him wholeheartedly is enough for both of you.

And yet, it does not stop people from talking.

Lohen did not attempt to silence anyone who spoke the same words as the last- “{…} is such a strong person, how can she handle The Vice Captain?!”

It was simply amusing to him, because he had once thought that you may not fully accept him due to his obsessions and love for violence.

But on the other side of the coin was you, who actually did not like any of this at all. Many praised you for being able to handle Lohen as if he was a hassle, a burden on your shoulders instead of a man you wholeheartedly love and adore. You considered him to be far more than a simple battle maniac. He has his own things that he loves and care about, maybe a little different than a normal person but that’s makes him even more endearing in your eyes.

How idiotic.

Sitting in Angel Share, simply for the food since your lover dislikes alcohol, while waiting for Lohen to arrive from a task, Huffman decided to plop down on the seat that was saved for Lohen. The brunette before you clearly had some respect toward you, even if you were not a part of the knights. He would speak formally and politely as if you were the Grandmaster in the flesh. But you were not obviously and both you and Lohen had caught on to his intentions. It was a hassle to you and entertainment to your lover. A good thing that you are on the second floor since it is not as busy on this fine day.

“Greetings, Miss {…}. Fine day, isn’t it?”

Offering a nod and a polite smile, you agreed to his statement. It was indeed a fine day with the clouds protecting Mondstadt from the sun.

“May I get you a drink?”

Well….awkward, that you certainly were the moment those words left his lips. He did know that you were waiting for someone and it could easily assumed to be Lohen since the both of you were inseparable.

“No thank you, I’m waiting for Lohen at the moment.”

The dimming of the glint in his eyes was easily noticeable but the knight tried to act casual by leaning back against the chair.

“Ah, Vice Captain Lohen. It’s a wonder how you easily tamed him-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Sir Huffman.”

His lips were sealed shut with his shoulders tensing a little. There was no doubt that his words had bothered you with the way you were glaring lethally at him. It’s not the first time he tried to compliment you in that way, of being able to handle Lohen as if he were an animal.

“Do not dare to speak of my lover as if he were a monster to be tamed. It is not the first time that you said such words. You speak of my lover before me, not some animal, and I want you to speak his name with the same respect you give me.”

The sound of the silence was deafening within the second floor of the tavern. He was stunned before shame began to appear on his features.

“I-“

“Tell that to your fellow knights as well.”

“I’m sorry….”

With clear shame and embarrassment, he stood up and looked at the top of the stairs which leads down. But the way he froze beside the table made you curious as you glanced over your shoulder-

Lohen.

Lohen himself was there with a smirk on his face.

He stepped forward, patting Huffman on the shoulder as he passed him.

“Slacking on duty I see.”

This made Huffman mutter a quick apology before scurrying away, which made you turn to look at Lohen with curiousity.

“He had duties?”

“Not the thing we should be talking about now, bunbun!”

Instead of sitting on the other side of the table, he pulled the chair to make it beside your own. A an arm rested on the back of your chair to drum his fingers on your shoulder. With a tilt of his head, he gazed at you deeply like he did whenever he was full of affection at moment.

Which is every second of the day.

“Not some animal yet you call me a hare whenever you get the chance-“

He chuckled affectionately, as if he wasn’t bothered by Huffman’s words that were aimed toward him.

“Because you act like one!”

“Act like one? Then do you really want me to act like one? To show their affection, hares show it by testing their partner’s strength-“

“Don’t even think about it.”

That got a laugh out of him before leaning on your shoulder, nuzzling closely. It was slowly becoming calmer, the air more quiet aside from the noise of the drunkards downstairs. You can even pick up Huffman’s frantic tone as he talks to someone quickly.

“…bun…”

You hummed in response to his call, to which he pressed closer to your side. Deep down, you know that he had realised how loved he is at that moment, genuine love from someone who is neither his parents nor Adorno.

“Thank you for staying with me…”

“I always will, Hare.”

That got a soft and shared chuckle between the both of you, truly relaxing at the moment. Settling your head against his own head, you finally let out a sigh of relief.

Simply you and Lohen and the world outside.

“I love you, bun.”

“I love you as well, Lo.”

lysarion

╰ I DO ／ LOHEN ⟢

SYNOPSIS: the events that transpire a few days after you finally met your fiancé.

𖥔 WORDCOUNT: 5.9k (well shit the wc doubled...) ┆ 𖥔 TAGS. @amorsial @axolotsofluv @tragedy-of-commons @al97649 @shoyosluver @aritsukemo @katethecrazy @rainbows-dreams @hirokasama @uzxotic @anqelkoz @nishayuro @leafyonz @suyeomiiee @ddurandals @007-archives @officialkatzline @pjselee @remi-093 @baizhuskitten @keijimaki @hwiseguy @karasunowos @furina-archon @pandasandcreampuffs @lhvliei @withluvfremi @marie-is-in-the-dark @sofatodoroki @xeraaxx @istickforksinelectricaloutlets @tulip67 @milk-violet (IM SO SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE TT) -> come join the taglist here!

𖥔 WARNINGS: lohen gets slapped, twice. him being an idiot, flustered, awkward, and the like. idky they're really cheesy and just fluff. mentions of diluc. creative liberties with his background (only a smidge though (i still havent met him in game (i deleted the game))). reader still has/implied mommy issues; not fully proofread; expect mistakes!

♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ hi gang hahaha... i lived! so sorry for the lack of updates on this acc i fear i may have. um... been maxxing with the evil residents. REGARDLESS ITS HERE YAY!!! it kinda derailed from my initial outline but wtv, it's still lohen. art credits: @.su3ka_ on x!

you come to realize fairly quickly that master diluc, the most sought-after bachelor in all of mondstadt, is a great host. it shoudln't come as a surprise — you've met him enough times in galas and celebrations to know that his manners are impeccable. the kind of fortress you can't take down even if you had an archon's blessings at your fingertips. he's also, without a doubt, exceptionally kind. kind enough to assist you out onto the roof after another heated argument with your mother.

in that quick bumping of shoulders in the dim-lit hallways, there's a part of you that regrets not being more mindful of his letter all those months ago. warm, ruby eyes that remind you of the flames the villages in snezhnaya would light to guide their traveling companions home. diluc ragnvindr, when he takes your gloved hand in his, leading you outside to soak in the evening breeze and away from your mother's screaming.

you let go of his hand once you're out of earshot. partly in fear of never letting it go, another feels like you're betraying your fiancé by taking the hand of another man.

apples-and-all-that

The colour of the sky, the sound of the rain

Ren Amamiya x Fem! Reader ♯ Spring Rain - Oscar Dunbar Synopsis: You find Morgana in the rain, not knowing that his owner is the cute boy you've had a crush on. You bring him to your apartment, and with nothing much to do, you confide in the little cat about your feelings towards Ren, surely he won't tell on you since he can't talk, right? Genre: fluffy fluff Cw: Morgana being a devil. Mutual pining. Ren usage. Mentions of being sick. I fear I failed to capture Ren's nonchalantness. I also fear I might have rushed the ending a bit. Wc: 3.2k

eepylohen

before dawn

lohen x reader

summary: it's been a few days since lohen nearly got himself killed fighting rerir, and he's still under your care — convalescing, clingy, and shamelessly milking every second of it.

topics: lohen is down really bad, nsfw (morning & sleepy sex, vaginal penetration, a little bit of voyeurism i think), lightkeeper&medic!reader

i think i'm making lightkeeper!reader agenda…,,,

english is not my first language. please correct me if i got something wrong, thank you!

A few days had passed since Lohen had been seriously beaten up by his fight with Rerir, and you had to admit he had never frustrated you and impressed you more than he did that day.

You happened to be stationed at the camp that time, filling in for a colleague from your unit. You didn't mind it, and it seemed like it was shaping up to be a genuinely peaceful day.

And then evening came, and Varka ran into the medical tent with Lohen on his back. Given how bloodsoaked Varka's clothes were, you were certain he was the injured one — until he laid the vice-captain down on the bed.

His condition was terrifying.

Had it not been for the fact that Lohen somehow still had his eyes open, his lips curving into a smile at the sight of you, you would have been certain you were only looking at his corpse. A moment later he naturally allowed himself to faint, now that he was aware he no longer had to try, because you would take care of him and keep him alive.

It took you the entire night to stabilize his condition. As an experienced and skilled medic, you had dealt with similar cases many times before, and even though you had been in a relationship with Lohen for some time now, you had managed to keep your emotions in check throughout. You knew that this damn idiot would live, because people like him always had luck on their side — but when, near dawn, another one of his wounds reopened, you could no longer hold back tears of frustration.

That was when Lohen woke up too. "I've died, haven't I? That's why I'm seeing an angel."

The tears of frustration turned into irritation, which you poured entirely onto Lohen for being reckless and irresponsible. You were so swollen inside with your own feelings, stress, and exhaustion that in the midst of it all, you didn't notice the expression on his face. This time he wasn't hiding his true emotions.

He knew perfectly well that he had failed: he had been too weak. He was a weak, insufficiently strong mortal. He had nearly gotten himself killed, and if not for Varka — and yet he had the audacity to claim he would be able to protect you?

But despite how absurdly furious you were with him, you were still incredibly proud of him. Surviving a clash with such a powerful anomaly and on top of that remaining conscious through kilometres of Varka's marathon with him on his back was already an enormous achievement. Most knights — or even Lightkeepers — wouldn't last even a minute on that battlefield.

Lohen listened to this with wide eyes while you wiped yours, tears still streaming down your face. He had expected everything: that you'd curse him out, call him a stupid, mindless idiot, that you might even break up with him. And while a genuinely unkind string of words did leave your mouth, he never would have thought you'd tell him that it wasn't luck that he survived.

Luck was for inexperienced, average knights. You, Lohen, are stubbornly and genuinely strong. If you had walked this earth as long as Varka, you would match him without hesitation. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re absolutely fucking idiot.

After those words, Lohen pretended to faint again, and you sighed, calmed yourself, stitched his wound closed once more, and then, completely spent, carefully lay down at his side in a way that wouldn't accidentally hurt him. You finally fell asleep, leaving him completely undone by your words.

While Lohen had already known before that you weren't going to let him go, he was now certain he had to somehow ensure that even after death, you would never know a moment's peace from him. Never again.

Tonight you were, of course, sleeping beside him again. Lohen hadn't even needed to push you into it (though he had been prepared to) because his condition was still poor and required constant monitoring. And for some reason he had become terribly clingy, so you'd had to temporarily abandon your duties — for which Varka had to pay Starshyna two of his knights to compensate for your absence from the team — in order to look after him. He was like a sick child who needed attention and comfort at every turn.

"Oh—Fuck," Lohen groaned quietly, waking from a very intense dream.

Dawn was nearly breaking when Lohen felt a painful erection straining against his trousers. Although his entire body ached, his libido, rather than dropping, had surged sharply — and the worst part was that he knew perfectly well why. He desired you more than usual after your recent words. You had appreciated him. You had unknowingly comforted him in the worst possible state he'd ever been in mentally. Now he needed to properly fuck you for it, or he felt like he'd die if he didn't do it soon.

For the past few nights he had somehow managed to restrain himself due to his limbs being non-functional, but today he felt significantly better. Before you had fallen asleep you had noticed that too — by the way he had wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close against him in the night.

Through a gap in the tent he could see that there was still enough time to deal with his peculiar problem, so without hesitation he got to work, slowly kissing along the back of your neck.

God, he really had missed being fully functional. The pathetic rubbing against your backside and breathing in your scent as he left damp kisses along your neck made him tremble with arousal. He needed you so badly, so desperately needed you, that he didn't even notice his grip becoming more and more possessive. It even briefly crossed his mind that if he had died that day, he would have resurrected solely to kill anyone who dared comfort you in his absence or try to take care of you. You were his and his alone — he would never let you go.

A soft, tender bite to your earlobe had your eyes fluttering open, drowsiness washing over you. For a moment you were certain you were still dreaming — until you felt a warm vibration against your ear.

"Good morning, nightingale," Lohen whispered, his left hand travelling from your waist to your thighs until it slipped beneath your nightgown. You let out a small squeak as your warm skin met his ice-cold fingers.

"Lohen, what the hell," you mumbled, flustered, immediately flushing. It wasn't the first time Lohen had shamelessly made a move on you, and you had no objections to it in principle — but not when the camp would soon be waking up, and when there was still a considerable risk that his body would suffer for it. "Go back to sleep, for archons sake."

"Mm, I don't think so," he chuckled, then dragged his fingers low enough to slide along your folds. You grabbed his hand to stop him, but he only threaded his fingers through yours, using your own hand to touch you through the fabric of your underwear. You inhaled sharply, and that set him alight even further. "I need to fuck you, archons. Fuck, let me do it, please."

As he said it, you felt his hardness pressing against your backside, his face still buried in the curve of your neck. His warm breath and lazy, languid kisses against your skin sent shivers through you. You glanced toward the gap in the tent and swallowed, noticing the light growing outside.

It hadn't escaped you that Lohen had asked. Never — not once in your life together — had you heard the word please from his lips. His low, hoarse voice, dripping with quiet desperation, sent an electric jolt down your abdomen and straight to your core.

"L-Lohen, fuck, we can't," you answered, trying to stop his hand. He stilled, and you turned your face slightly toward him to look at him. And that, honestly, was a mistake. You had never seen him more aroused or more hungry-looking — his eyes were practically devouring you, and if not for the fact that he couldn't make any sudden movements, he most certainly would have been fucking you already. "Everyone's about to wake up, first of all. And second of all, your wounds could reopen. Do you have any idea how much work goes into stitching them back up?" you added, pressing your thighs together to steady yourself.

Lohen, however, wasn't listening to a single word of your speech, staring at your face as though it were a painting. Fuck, those sleepy eyes of yours could send him to war — you were so unbearably endearing when you were still half asleep.

"We still have a little time, darling," he murmured, amused, moving his hand to your hip. He winced slightly with pain — and pleasure — when you tried to gently push him back, but it only created a delicious friction (and pain from his still-unhealed ribs). "Don't make me suffer. Take care of your patient."

"Lohen, for archons sake, you have a broken arm, broken ribs, a sprained ankle, massive unhealed wounds, and —"

"And a perfectly healthy cock," he finished for you, grinning roguishly. You rolled your eyes, so he moved his hand along your hip to your cheek, turning your head further toward him to kiss you tenderly.

Lohen kissed you in a thousand different ways. From stealing quick pecks in public when no one was looking, just to annoy you, all the way to intense attempts to steal the breath from your lungs when you were completely alone. Every time he was infuriatingly insufferable about it — he loved tormenting you, loved sucking on your lips until they grew sensitive and then biting them, often until they bled. He loved, to your endless exasperation, pushing his tongue as deep into your mouth as possible, as though he meant to devour your soul or somehow leave his mark inside you permanently.

Sometimes he kissed you as though the world was ending tomorrow, and sometimes he drew out your kisses in such a languid, unhurried manner, as though you had all the time in the world within your blissful little universe.

This time it felt like something in between — and you felt it through your entire body. A shiver passed through you.

When he pulled away, a thin thread of saliva lingering between you, he pressed his forehead to yours and stroked your face with his thumb. "You don't even realize how badly I need you right now."

Fuck. In your entire life you had always been quite good at being assertive. You also knew very well that you should be refusing him right now.

But the moment he said those words, looking into your eyes as though you were the only person capable of saving him from whatever was happening right now, or in his head in general — even you couldn't say no to him.

"Fuck—Alright," you said, at which he nearly lunged at you immediately, so you had to grab him by his choker to hold him in place. "But not here. Not like this. You'll reopen your wounds. We need to— Archons, come on, I'll help you up."

You propped yourself up on your elbows and hauled yourself off the cot, which had only been serving as a makeshift bed anyway. It was genuinely a miracle it had held two people, but apparently you were both within the weight limit.

Lohen obediently accepted your arm to lean on. Only then did you notice the sheer size of the tent in his trousers, and you swallowed. Archons — what had gotten him like this? Because this didn't look like his usual morning erection that showed up from time to time.

With slow, careful steps you shuffled over to the desk. You sat him down in the chair, checking that everything was alright and that nothing was hurting him. Even if it was, he was evidently hiding it well enough — so you sighed and sank to your knees to untie the drawstring of his pyjama trousers. He threaded his good hand through your hair, watching you with devotion, and exhaled sharply when his aching cock finally sprang free from his underwear.

You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked slowly a few times, and when you were just about to take him into your mouth, Lohen tugged on your hair to pull you back.

"As much as I'd love that — I actually, truly need to feel you, nightingale," he muttered, and his tone sounded as though he were drunk. God, you were genuinely starting to worry about him, but you couldn't deny that you loved hearing him admit it so openly. He always tried to draw those admissions out of you instead, often through methods that left you voiceless. "Fuck, I'm going to die if you don't start riding me right now."

You were too confused and still too half-asleep to tease him about it. Instead you swallowed, stood up, pulled your underwear down and off, and stepped toward him. You braced one hand against the arm of the chair, and he pulled you down into a deep, passionate kiss as he slowly guided you to sink down onto him.

You moaned into his mouth when you felt the head of him brush against your clit. You broke the kiss.

"L-Lohen, if you notice anyone coming near, we need to stop immediately," you started, looking at him seriously while he smiled at you with that wicked glint of his. "And we go slow. No unnecessary movements on your end, understood?"

He nodded — just get on with it already. He slid his hand beneath your nightgown and closed his fingers around your waist, and you took hold of the base of him and sank down, painstakingly slowly, until you felt all of him inside you.

You both breathed sharply into each other's mouths. Lohen didn't look away from your eyes for even a second, staring into them with an intense, consuming focus. You could have sworn he was already trembling, as though he were close — which made you hide your face shyly in the curve of his neck and wrap your arms around his. That sudden shyness of yours, and most likely the fear of being caught, only fuelled him further.

He nearly thrust his hips to set a proper pace, when your hand came down to his chest to hold him in place. He understood the message, so he tipped his head back against the chair and exhaled roughly as you set your own slow, sleepy rhythm.

"Fuck. You're going to kill me, sweetheart," he whispered.

Lohen's body was usually terribly cold — this time, though, you felt almost scorching heat radiating off his skin. You couldn't help it that your eyelids began to droop against his neck, desperately chasing after the last scraps of the sleep he had brutally stolen from you earlier. Still, you kept enough focus in your movements not to hurt him.

For Lohen, however, it was nothing short of torture. He genuinely, truly needed to drive into you as deep and as hard as he possibly could. He couldn't hold back the quiet, pained but deeply erotic sounds falling from his lips into your hair as you rode him like you were punishing him for something.

To find even a little relief, his fingers found your waist again — this time closing around the fabric of your nightgown rather than your skin, so as not to grip you too hard. He sensed that might read to you as a signal that something was wrong, and he absolutely did not want you to stop. The camp could come under attack right now and he still wouldn't pull himself out of your tight warmth. Not for anything.

"Ha—fuck, you feel too fucking good. You're taking me so well. I missed you so fucking much, nightingale," he said, almost deliriously.

He'd had relationships in his life, of course. And he liked sex. But he had never felt this matched with anyone the way he did with you. You awakened something animal in him — his libido had grown considerably since you had met, which was already absurd, and now it had somehow climbed even higher — and he simply could not keep his hands off you whenever he had the chance. You fucked like rabbits, and archons, Lohen had no idea how he had ever lived without you.

Thinking about it now, swallowed up by your wet, clenching walls, he thought he might have actually killed himself if you had rejected him that day. Not only had you thoroughly scrambled his mind to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about you — his body needed you the way someone needs something they've become addicted to. The thought that there could exist some reality in which he had tasted you and then lost you filled him with a sick, hollow dread.

He felt you quicken, as though you wanted to fuck those thoughts right out of him. In any other circumstances, being the masochist he was, he would have been absolutely beside himself with your pace. This was, technically, gentle sex — or at least it was supposed to be — and yet, purely because of his sexual frustration, he was whimpering and whining as though you were taking his virginity.

He helped you along a little with his hand, allowing for slightly deeper movements. You moaned against his collarbone, tightening your fingers on his neck and shoulder. Lohen growled low in his throat, feeling himself slowly approaching the edge — it was almost embarrassing, it had never happened to him this fast before.

"F-fuck, I'm close," he muttered, sounding completely delirious by now — which made you shudder, and with trembling, already-tired hips you gathered the last of your strength and pressed down harder, still maintaining that slow, sweet, sleepy rhythm. He groaned, feeling an overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into your neck to muffle the pathetic sounds coming out of his mouth. "I cannot f-fucking wait to — ah, fuck you properly. I-I won't let you go for fucking h-hours, sweetheart."

You clenched tighter around him at those words. Lohen's thighs were shaking with the effort of holding back from driving up into you with everything he had.

And then he heard footsteps.

He lifted his gaze toward the gap in the tent. Damn, it was already light enough outside — someone had evidently gotten up early. But he was so desperately close to his release, and he could feel from you that you were just as close. He pulled you in against him, sliding his hand to your back, and inhaled sharply through the pain as your chest pressed against his ribs. It blurred instantly with the pleasure, but he had done it solely to be able to better control the situation.

Your soft moans were echoing in his ears when someone suddenly approached the tent. Through the gap, one of the knights peered inside — as it happened, one of Lohen's own subordinates, Gunther — who went completely still at the sight.

Gunther made eye contact with Lohen and felt dread crash through him, but his body refused to obey, transfixed on the scene before him. He watched your hips rise and fall so enticingly on the vice-captain's cock, as though you were his own personal little plaything (oh, if only he knew it was Lohen who had been begging for access to you... and that if Lohen could have, he'd have been fucking you senseless himself already...). Your moans were absolutely beautiful, practically hypnotic. Fuck, you were worth every sin.

Your relationship with Lohen was a secret — not because you wanted to hide it, but because you didn't feel the need to announce it. You still had your respective duties, and some might consider it unprofessional, especially given the seniority of both your positions.

Remembering that, Lohen possessively bit down into your neck, holding eye contact with his cadet with sick satisfaction. Mine.

The unexpected bite made you nearly cry out with pleasure, clenching around him harder than you ever had before. He felt you come undone on his cock, felt how greedily you took all of him for yourself. And still your movements didn't stop — you kept going, carrying him over the edge too. As his own peak crested, Gunther had already fled, newly blessed with the sight of your climaxing body.

Lohen came inside you with an intensity that left you breathless — you could feel him filling you to the point where your eyes rolled back, your legs giving out from beneath you, undone by his drawn-out, low groan and the iron grip of his hands on your waist.

You collapsed against him, spent and unable to move, panting against his skin while he stroked your back soothingly.

"Thank you, doctor. I feel so much better," he laughed softly, and you pulled back to look at his face. He was completely flushed, his smile curled in a way you knew all too well. Like he'd just gotten away with something. Catching your suspicious look, he quickly pulled you into a tender kiss. "Fuuuuuck. Stay with me like this for a moment, nightingale."

"Y-you know I can't, Lohen, ugh, let me go," you wriggled out of his hold, reluctantly. Lohen let out a mournful groan as the warmth of you left him. You felt, with some embarrassment, his release beginning to trickle down your thigh, so you quickly pulled your underwear back on — though Lohen, as ever, looked thoroughly delighted by that sight, making you flustered. "Fucking clean yourself up, I'll be right back."

He rolled his eyes in amusement, then did exactly as you'd told him. You disappeared behind the curtain, and he heard the rustle of fabric — you were most likely getting yourself ready to start the day. The thought that you would be walking around all day with his release inside you made his cock pulse again.

He tipped his head back against the chair. Archons, have mercy. Heal me so I can fuck her soon properly.

When you returned from behind the curtain, you were already dressed for work. He smiled, almost boyishly, as you helped him back to bed with a perfectly composed, professional expression. A moment later the noise outside had already begun — the sounds of hungry, freshly woken knights making their way to breakfast. He could see you breathe out in relief, unaware that anyone had caught you at all.

"Sweetheart," Lohen addressed you, as you leaned over his bandages to check that everything was in order. "After breakfast, would you send Gunther to me? If you don't know who he is, you definitely know Ursula — just ask her to point him out. Tell him I have some duties to hand off to him."

You nodded, and just as you were about to leave, Lohen caught you by the back of the neck and pulled you down into a teasing, yet unbearably deep and almost longing kiss. Oh, there he is.

"I'll bring you coffee with breakfast. I think you can have caffeine again by now," you murmured as you pulled away.

"What would I ever do without you, darling?" he smiled sweetly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You're the best."

saintlywritings

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏʜᴇɴ ⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪

Author note: Hey guys!! First post here on my Tumblr account :D I'll probably post an introduction that will include rules, an about me, a masterlist, and anything else I might think to add later on. It depends on how much I actually end up posting. I'm new to writing fanfiction and would greatly appreciate your patience as I learn to adapt to different character personalities and as I develop my own writing style. Summary: Short drabble about Lohen coming home to his fiancée after a long day of Vice Captain duties. Lohen x Fem!Reader TW: Mentions of violence, and they kiss Word Count: 657

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 You always got home before Lohen did. This wasn't because you worked less; you just preferred to go to your family's bakery early in the morning rather than stay late preparing orders. One of the good parts of this difference in schedules is that it gave you a chance to get comfortable before your partner came home. Resting on your couch, your cat softly purred quietly in your lap while you read a book from the Knights of Favonius Library. It was a tranquil way that you spent many of your afternoons after work. However, this silence was brought to an end by the sound of a doorknob jiggling while being unlocked. "Hi, Lo!" You say cheerfully. But after looking at the state Lohen was in, you realized it probably wasn't the time for playfulness. He looked like a mess. He was covered in dust and dirt and clearly exhausted. Anyone else's partner would have freaked out seeing their fiancé come home in such a state. But you? You've been with Lohen long enough to accept that this is part of the norm. So, you let out a quiet sigh and stood up. "Oh, you poor thing, you must be exhausted. Here, let me help you." You said while walking over towards Lohen. "Tough day? Did you get in trouble with Jean again?" You ask, not entirely expecting a response. Normally, the more gross he comes home, the better of a day he had, but today felt different. Your expectation was correct. He remained quiet. But as you tried walking away to go fiddle with something else in the kitchen, you feel a hand snake around your waist. Lohen pulled you in and, resting his head on your shoulder, positioned your back to him while you stood in front of him. After a few moments of silence, you feel Lohen raise his head off of you. This action was quickly followed by a peck on your cheek and Lohen letting his arms fall from your body. "Ahh, I missed you. To answer your question, no. I did not clear out camps. That's for the rookies to do before they start their training for today! I decided to mess with their equipment beforehand. You should've seen them panic when they couldn't find their bullets!" He said excitedly. "Even when they did, their muskets backfired and blew gunpowder right into their faces! That'll teach them to check their gear before firing." He explains, clearly proud of himself. You quickly realize his whole sad puppy act was just that, an act. So you return his playful energy. "Oh yeah? Seems like someone should rest after working so hard. Who would be there to make their lives a living hell-I mean, hold them accountable- if you don't take care of yourself, hmm?" You tease as you wipe some of the dirt off his clothing. You yourself weren't a knight, but you saw how much Lohen pushed his crew. While his methods were...unconventional...you did see the method to his madness. Even if his subordinates didn't.

rllyobsessedgirlie

3 times Frat!Kuna clocks misogynistic fratboys

Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.

A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)

The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.

This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.

“Did you just call her a bitch?”

Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”

“You called that girl a bitch.”

“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.

Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”

The room went silent.

Satoru looked around. “Did anyone else hear that?”

“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”

Satoru stared. “Who are you?”

“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”

“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”

“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”

The entire frat house collectively recoiled.

Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.

This was better than reality TV.

Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”

You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”

———————————————————————————————

The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.

Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.

And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.

His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”

She glanced over. “Yeah?”

“Grab me another beer.”

A few people looked over.

She frowned. “What?”

“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”

Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.

“No.”

Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”

Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.

You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.

Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”

Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”

“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”

A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.

Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”

“You ordered her.”

“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.

Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”

Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”

His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.

Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”

“Or what?”

The entire room collectively leaned forward.

Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”

You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.

A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”

Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.

Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”

Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”

Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”

Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”

“Thank you.”

Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”

“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”

As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.

His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.

Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”

Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”

He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”

Everyone looked.

You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.

You gave a little wave.

“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”

———————————————————————————————

The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.

Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.

Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”

Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.

“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”

The room erupted into approval.

“That’s genius.”

“People would love that.”

“Easy money.”

Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.

“Interesting.”

“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.

Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”

“Yeah.”

“And serve drinks.”

“Yeah.”

“And what are the men doing?”

Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”

“What kind?”

“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.

“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.

Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”

More silence.

“Based on gender.”

The room collectively sighed.

Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”

Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”

Sukuna gasped.

You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.

“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”

“Yeah?”

“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”

The room erupted.

“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”

“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”

Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.

“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”

One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”

“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.

You were delighted to see how this was playing out.

“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”

The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.

Toji blinked.

Satoru blinked.

The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”

“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.

“No.”

“Why not?”

The room burst into laughter.

“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.

“The fraternity is serving drinks.”

The sorority girls immediately started cheering.

“YES.”

“MAKE THEM DO IT.”

Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”

Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.

You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.

Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”

Silence.

The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”

The fraternity erupted in panic.

“STOP HER.”

“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”

——-

Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.

Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.

Toji looked dead inside.

Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.

His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.

Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.

The sorority was making a fortune.

Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.

“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.

“Whatever you want baby,” he winked.

Dividers by: @cursed-carmine

madamechrissy

please, please, please

You love being Satoru Gojo's girlfriend, he dotes on you, takes you on dates, spoils you - just one little problem, you are perpetually ovulating around him! Is wanting your nerdy boyfriend's cock in your mouth really such a bad thing? Satoru wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first time, though! He'll totally wait even when you're wearing that slutty lil dress and grinding on him, right?

pairings - nerd! gojo x girlfriend! reader

warnings - cute and silly, oral over panties/boxers, Satoru edging tf outta us -- reader is horny, Shoko/Hime, Sukuna being a fratboy dick, jealous Toru, rough blow jobs, p in v sex, first time, squirting, teasing, fingering, creampie, consent, breed kink, making your nerdy boyfriend feral and spit in your mouth <3

art creds here!!

this was a comm for my angel @cantarcantar!! ty for understanding that my life was like INSANE - ilysm for being patient <3 wc - 10.1k

It took you almost two years of crushing on Satoru Gojo to actually become his girlfriend, and you’re loving every minute of it. From being too damn shy to admit you like him, to very awkwardly trying to confess and every chance just utterly failing – to then instead becoming the very best of friends.

You two were finally ‘officially together’ as a couple.

Oh, and it was everything, being in his arms, swallowed up by those huge biceps he had hidden underneath his starch white dress shirts. Hearing that little laugh from his lips, all of those sweet little kisses he bestowed upon you – truly, all the feelings blossoming between the two of you in the most beautiful way, especially over the months of truly being his girlfriend.

He’d take you out for all day movie marathons, going to play bumper cars, mini golf, you name it – Satoru was down for it. Every date was a meticulously planned out one too, with little to no down time aside from the drive to and from. Perhaps that’s where you would sneak just the littlest pecks on his neck, hear his sighs as he gripped the gear shift of that fancy sports car.

Satoru adored you – and you adored him.

You were all his. There was no one else in the entire world than the boy who could never quite tie that tie on correctly, always just a little crooked for you to straighten out.

Yet with that came you being unreasonably horny all the fucking time, who wouldn’t be with Satoru though? Those long fingers pressing into your waist, the way that bulge pressed between your thighs, plump lips slipping up your throat. Every time it even got just a little close, maybe you were grinding so good that you were about to cum from that – he paused it.

Wearing a cute, bashful little smile on his face, fogged up, thick rimmed glasses – murmuring sweetheart in a voice that’s designed to make your pussy drip, and you feel like a complete pervert for wanting to beg for more. God, imagining his cock in your throat alone had you desperate and needy, let alone having him filling you, pumping you full, taking you first.

Maybe you are a pervert, truly.

You’ve tried so hard to be patient, you want him to want it as badly as you do, but every time you’re making out with your boyfriend – the top of the dean’s list and ultimate dungeon master for DnD – Satoru Gojo?

Every time his big ass hands grip your waist and he drags you down against his length, before he puts a pause on it?

You can’t even think about it.

tired-biscuit

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.

luminarylorecat

Get Out of Jail Card

Warnings: Implied smut, Lohen tapping the reader's butt lightly a few times, sadomasochist Lohen, making out in public, slight enabler fem!reader, established relationship.

a/n: got this idea from @justacube thank you for letting me make a fic of this prompt!!

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

romopiod

TOGETHER?!

SYNOPSIS. Someone assumes the two of you are together, when you’re not (yet), how does he react?

FEATURING. Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, Lohen, Thoma, Venti

WORD COUNT. 5.7k total (i got carried away, please stick around)

NOTES. Just fluff through and through. I wanted to write for so many more characters!! Do let me know who else you would like to see :))

Fem!reader !! she/her pronouns are used.

ALBEDO

You spend a lot of time in Albedo's lab. You're not entirely sure when it started becoming routine, but somewhere between him seeking your presence and you deciding to stay longer than necessary, it just... happened. You'd sit in the corner with a book or just watch him work, the way he moves through his experiments with methodical precision.

Today, though, you're in the Favonius library instead. Albedo needed to research something specific, and you went along with him without question. You're sitting at one of the tables while he browses the shelves, pulling down various tomes with focused precision.

Lisa is at the front desk when Albedo brings his stack of books to check them out. You're waiting nearby, and she glances between the two of you with that knowing smile of hers.

"My, my, someone's been spending a lot of time with our dear Chief Alchemist," she says to you, her voice sweet as honey. She's already flipping through the first book. "Taking quite the interest in his work, are we?"

"Just curious," you say, suddenly very aware of how close Albedo is standing.

"Mm, how thoughtful of you." She continues scanning, her eyes flickering up to Albedo for just a moment. "Your lover must appreciate having someone so interested in what he does."

She says it so casually, so mixed in with the mundane task of checking out books, that it takes a moment for the words to actually register. By the time they do, she's already moving on to the next book, completely unbothered.

Albedo pauses. You notice it immediately—his hand stills on the counter, and there's a moment where he seems to be processing something. His gaze drifts to the side, not quite looking at Lisa, not quite looking at you. He's just... considering. Turning the words over in his mind the way he does with everything else.

Then, just as quietly as the pause came, he seems to release it. He doesn't correct her. Doesn't say anything at all. Just sets down the remaining books on the counter in that careful way of his.

“Oh, uhm,” You begin, looking over at Albedo. “We, uh, aren’t together.”

Lisa glances up, catches something in his expression, and her smile widens slightly. But she says nothing more.

Later, when you're back at the library and Albedo is focused on his research, you find yourself thinking about what Lisa said.

"Do you think I'm a distraction?" you ask casually, not looking up from your book.

Albedo doesn't pause in his work. "No." The answer is immediate. Certain. You turn a page.

"Lisa thinks we're together," you say.

He sets down the vial he held with careful precision. Turns to look at you fully, and for a long moment, he doesn't say anything. His soft, analytical gaze is fixed on you, and the silence stretches out—long enough that you start to feel uncomfortable, long enough that you begin to wonder if you've said something wrong.

And then, as though he had reached a conclusion so simple and obvious, "Would that be so strange?"

You realise you don't have an answer for that. And more importantly, that perhaps, no, it would not be so strange after all.

AYATO

The Kamisato clan commissioner rarely ventured into the markets. Usually, he would have sent either Thoma or one of his other myriad helpers to fetch whatever it was he or Ayaka needed. But, today, perhaps as a change of environment—away from the towering paperwork he had to fill—Ayato decided to accompany you in your shopping. He always had a peculiar habit of trailing behind you, even when it was unnecessary. You had gotten used to his presence in your life. A shadow. An extremely coy and teasing shadow, that is.

Besides, perhaps the presence of the commissioner would snag you a couple of good deals while out and about.

You curled a bolt of silk green fabric around your wrist. Pretty, smooth. Ayato peeked over your shoulder, scrutinising the item in so much more detail than you were at all.

You turned back to look at him and huffed, a sound of amusement, “What, is it not to your liking, Ayato?”

“Well,” he seemed to draw out, catching your eyes. “I hardly think it’s your shade.”

Not your shade? Just as a retort bubbled up in your throat, you were interrupted by the sound of the vendor. “Ah, commissioner!” He said. “Interested in imported silks, are you?”

The man seemed to be pulling out more cloth, shades of different colours—silver, lavender, pink, blue. His hands moved with practiced efficiency as he laid out the fabrics over the counter. He seemed to be going on and on about where each piece was imported from—this one from Liyue, the other a local craftsman from Inazuma, the other cultivated in the meadows of Mondstadt.

But then he picked out a specific piece and looked over to Ayato. “I’m sure your lover would look stunning in the deeper blues,” he said. “Does the lady have a preference, or should we let the commissioner decide?”

You tensed.

Lover? And the man had said it so casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You felt your cheeks warm and suddenly you seemed to become all too aware of the little distance between you and Ayato. As though hypersensory, you could feel the way Ayato’s hands stilled, resting for a moment at your hip. You looked over at him.

And yet, there was no change in his expression. If anything, the small smile he had on his face had stretched a fractional amount. His head tilted to the side.

“I think she would look rather beautiful,” Ayato said. Simple and casual, his eyes snagging on you for half a second. It was like he hadn’t even heard the former part of the sentence. Or, scratch that, like he hadn’t heard anything the vendor had just said.

The vendor was simply ecstatic to have sold something to the commissioner, and—apparently—his “lover,” and had left to wrap the item.

You paused for a second, before turning to the man next to you. “What was that?”

Ayato hummed non-commitally as he looked at you. “What was what?” He feigned ignorance, that smug idiot. He never missed a single thing. Once you had changed the scent of your perfume from Sakura Bloom to Naku Weed, and he had caught it the moment you stepped into his office; there was no way he hadn’t heard that.

“He just called me your lover!” You pressed.

Ayato just tilted his head, his fingers tapping against the wooden counter. “Yes.”

“And you didn’t correct him.”

“No.”

The heat in your face seemed to rise in temperature. Just what exactly was he playing at? Why was he staring at you like this was the most normal thing ever? Was he not bothered? And the way the merchant had said it, too, it was like everyone in the entirety of Inazuma knew about this except for you!

“Why not?” You asked, growing more shifty by the second.

Ayato let out a laugh, a sweet, melodic little sound, “You didn't seem eager to correct him yourself.”

You opened your mouth to argue, and then closed it again. “W-Well, I was just about—but then, I…” Any and all justification that rose in your throat withered away. Especially when Ayato was staring at you like that. Like he was challenging you to question that assumption, daring you to change it.

That day, the two of you walked away having bought an expensive indigo fabric. Matching the Kamisato insignia.

CHILDE

The training grounds were empty except for the two of you. You'd been sparring with Childe for the better part of an hour, and he was still grinning like he was having the time of his life—which, knowing him, he probably was.

"Your footwork's off," he called out, circling you with that predatory grace he had when he was actually engaged. "You're telegraphing your next move."

"Maybe I want you to know what I'm doing," you shot back, lunging. He sidestepped easily, but you'd anticipated that, spinning to catch him off-guard with a follow-up strike. He blocked it, and the impact sent a jolt up your arm. "Or maybe you're just slow today."

"Slow?" He laughed, and there was an edge to it now—the kind that meant he'd stopped holding back. He came at you with a series of quick strikes, testing your reflexes, and you matched him, parry for parry.

Your muscles were already burning from the previous rounds, but you pushed anyway because he'd give you that look of approval when you did, that slight nod like you'd passed some invisible test. "You're the one who's slowing down. Your last five moves have been predictable."

"Only because you're boring me," you said, breathing harder now. You twisted away from his next strike, used his momentum against him, and nearly got him off-balance. Nearly. He recovered with infuriating ease, but you caught the flash of something in his expression—genuine interest now, not just amusement.

The sparring continued, and at one point, you overextended on a strike. His hand came out to steady you, gripping your arm just above the elbow. It was meant to be instructional—a correction of your form—but he held it for a moment, his thumb brushing against your skin before he released you. Neither of you acknowledged it. He just stepped back and said, "Again. Better this time."

You came at him again, and somewhere in the middle of it, there was a moment where he caught your wrist mid-strike. His hand was warm, his grip firm but not painful. He could have thrown you. Instead, he held it for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and you were close enough to see the slight raise in his eyebrow—a challenge. You twisted your arm, trying to break free, and he let you go with a grin.

"Getting better," he said.

"I've always been good. You're just finally noticing," you replied, and charged at him again.

By the time you both called it, you were both breathing hard. Sweat dripped down your temple, and your arms felt like lead. Childe was still smiling though, that infuriating, easy smile of his that suggested he could do this all day. He grabbed his water bottle, tossed you one, and you caught it easily. The cold water was a relief as you drank, trying to catch your breath.

You were leaning against the nearby pillar, still catching your breath, when you heard voices approaching. Not close yet, but getting closer. You recognized one of them immediately—Paimon's high-pitched chatter, and underneath it, Lumine's quieter responses. You didn't think much of it. They were probably just passing through the training grounds on their way somewhere else.

Childe was standing a few feet away from you, already looking refreshed despite the exertion. He had that energy about him, the kind that didn't seem to deplete no matter how hard he pushed himself. He caught you looking at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked, already moving toward you.

"Just wondering how you're not completely dead," you said. "Normal people need recovery time."

"I'm not normal people." He stopped beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. Without any real thought to it, he reached over and fixed a strand of your hair that had come loose during the sparring, tucking it back behind your ear. It was such a casual gesture, the kind of thing he did without thinking. Your breath caught slightly, but he was already pulling his hand back, already grinning at you like he hadn't just done something that made your heart rate pick up for reasons that had nothing to do with the exercise.

"Definitely not normal," you muttered, looking away.

"Hey, Childe! Lumine and I were just—oh!"

You looked up to see Paimon floating toward you both, her expression shifting to something almost knowing as she took in the sight of you two standing close together, both flushed and breathing hard. Lumine followed behind her, her eyes flickering between you and Childe with that quiet observation of hers.

"We were just heading to the Adventurers' Guild," Paimon continued, but there was a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But wow, looks like you two have been going at it pretty hard. I'm just glad Childe's finally found his special someone! But sheesh, do you have to go that hard on her?"

There was a beat. You opened your mouth to correct her, to clarify whatever assumption she'd just made, but Childe moved first. His arm came around you without hesitation, pulling you against his side in one smooth motion. It was the kind of casual contact you two shared all the time, except it wasn't casual now. Not the way he was looking at Paimon, not the way his hand rested at your hip like it belonged there.

"Yeah, well," he said, his voice easy and warm, "took me long enough to find someone worth the effort."

Lumine's lips curved into the faintest smile. "That's one way to put it," she said, and there was definitely something knowing in her tone.

You felt your face flush. You pushed against his chest, your hand flat against the fabric of his shirt.

"You're insane," you said, but you were already laughing despite yourself, despite the way your heart was doing backflips.

Paimon giggled, seeming satisfied with whatever she thought she'd figured out, and Lumine gave you both a small wave before they continued on their way. You watched them go, still half-pressed against Childe's side, and the moment they were out of earshot, you pushed away from him properly.

"You want to enlighten me on what you were implying there?" you asked, turning to face him.

Childe's grin was still there, but something underneath it had shifted. He wasn't quite looking at you directly, was instead focused on something past your shoulder, his expression caught between amusement and something you couldn't quite read.

"Was I implying something?" he said, but there was no real teasing in it now.

"You just told them we're together."

He finally looked at you then, and his expression was softer than you'd expected. Still smiling, but there was something real behind it—something that made your stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with the sparring.

"And?" he said softly. "I wasn't lying though, was I?"

KAEYA

You'd been coming to the tavern with Kaeya for weeks now. It started innocuously enough—he'd asked if you wanted a drink after a particularly grueling shift, and you'd said yes mostly because you were too tired to say no. Somewhere along the way, it became routine. Every few nights you'd find yourself at the counter with him, and he'd order for you without asking. He always got it right, which was irritating in its own way.

Tonight was like any other night. You were sitting at your usual spot, the one that had somehow become your spot, when someone approached. One of the regulars—a member of the Adventurer’s Guild—someone you'd seen around enough times to recognize but not enough to know by name.

"Kaeya," the man slurred, leaning against the bar. "Your girlfriend's looking particularly radiant tonight."

You felt your spine stiffen slightly. Girlfriend. The word hung there for a moment, waiting to be corrected.

You looked over at Kaeya, waiting for him to say something, to clarify, to do whatever it was he normally did when people made assumptions. But he just smiled. That easy, lazy smile of his.

"Isn't she always?" he said, and the man laughed like it was the most charming thing he'd ever heard, and walked away.

You stared at your drink. The ice was melting slowly, diluting the amber liquid into something weaker.

"You could've corrected him," you said, looking over at him with barely concealed flustered confusion.

"Could have," Kaeya agreed. He wasn't looking at you, was instead focused on something across the bar with that detached amusement he wore like a second skin. "Didn't seem worth the effort."

You let it go. It was small enough, harmless enough. Kaeya was always like this—playing into characters, scenarios, whatever amused him in the moment. And besides, this was the tavern. People were drunk, made assumptions, barely thought twice about anything. Everything Kaeya said carried that thin veneer of humor, that deliberate lightness that suggested nothing he did was ever meant to be taken seriously. This must have been yet another attempt at his particular brand of entertainment, or maybe an effort to fluster you. Which you weren't falling for. Obviously.

But a few days later, he suggested dinner at Good Hunter's. You'd gone, mostly because you were hungry and he was there. Sara smiled when she saw you two sit down underneath the parasol.

“Maybe the both of you would like a seat that’s more private instead?” She had suggested. Your face erupted into flames when she suggested that. And although you tried to correct it, Kaeya had already confirmed, and you found yourself in a shaded area to the side. The kind of area that everyone implicitly agreed was for honeymooning couples.

You sat across from him, irritated, and tried to focus on your food. Kaeya, for his part, seemed entirely unbothered. He ate with deliberate slowness, and at one point he leaned across the table, his eye catching yours with a particular brand of teasing softness.

"You're scowling," he said, like it was an observation about the weather.

"I'm not scowling."

"You are." He reached over and tapped your forehead with one finger. "Right here."

You pulled back, but he'd already retreated, that infuriating smile still in place.

By the time you were walking back through the city, your irritation had crystallized into something sharper. Something that demanded to be addressed.

"What are you doing?" you asked, stopping abruptly in the middle of the street.

"Walking," Kaeya said simply. "Same as you."

"Don't be difficult. Everyone keeps thinking we're together and you're not correcting them. You're actually—" you gestured vaguely at the space between you, "—playing into it."

He was quiet for a moment. Then he laughed, that low, warm sound that always seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his chest. When he looked at you, there was something in his expression you couldn't quite place. Something that felt almost like he'd been waiting for you to notice.

"I think you like it more than you're willing to admit," he said softly. His eye was half-lidded, that familiar amusement still there, but underneath it was something else. Something that made your chest feel tight. "The question is whether I should keep pretending not to notice."

He was already walking ahead, already moving past you with that lazy stride of his, and you were left standing there, flushed and furious and unable to quite articulate why his assumption felt less like teasing and more like he'd read something in you that you weren't ready to show him.

Damn Kaeya.

LOHEN

The training grounds were filled with apprentice knights, all watching intently as you explained the formation they'd be running through. Lohen stood beside you, arms crossed, and you could already feel the restlessness radiating off him like heat.

"This is boring," he said, not bothering to lower his voice. "Just let them fight something real."

"They need to understand positioning first," you replied firmly, not even looking at him. "We're not sending them into the field unprepared."

"Unprepared is half the fun," he said, and you heard the grin in his voice.

You turned to face him. "You know what? Not everyone gets a thrill from almost dying."

"Their loss," he said, and there was something playful in his eyes, something that suggested he enjoyed getting a rise out of you. One of the younger apprentices nudged their friend, both of them watching the exchange with barely concealed amusement.

"This is why we have strategy," you continued, turning back to the group. "Lohen charges in and—"

"And it works," he interjected.

"And you get lucky," you corrected.

He laughed, "Lucky. Right. That's what we're calling it."

The training started smoothly enough. The apprentices moved through the formations you'd drilled into them, and you were positioned to observe and correct. Lohen was supposed to be doing the same, but his attention kept drifting, his foot tapping with barely contained energy. You could see him watching the apprentices with the kind of hunger that meant he was already bored. At one point, you caught him staring at you instead of the recruits, and when you raised an eyebrow in question, he just grinned wider.

After about an hour, one of the younger recruits approached as you and Lohen were standing together reviewing the performance. The recruit was still catching their breath, clearly impressed by how well the formation had held.

"It's lucky that the two of you are paired together," they said, glancing between you both. There was genuine respect in their voice. "Aren't the two of you together?"

The moment those words left the apprentice’s mouth, you could see something wicked shine in Lohen’s eyes. You opened your mouth to clarify, but Lohen moved before you could. He crossed the distance between you in a few strides and pulled you against his side, his arm wrapping around your waist like it had always belonged there. Your face went hot immediately, but he was looking at you with that chaotic grin of his, like he'd just been handed the best entertainment of his day.

"And she's the only person who could ever keep up with me," he said, loud and theatrical, and you could tell he was leaning into it now, performing for the apprentices. You felt your cheeks burn as you realized what he was doing, deliberately making a show of it, spinning this into something bigger just to see you get flustered. The manic energy was at full throttle, and he was clearly enjoying every second of your embarrassment.

Your face went hotter. One of the apprentices bit their lip to keep from smiling, while another looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the display. But most of them were watching with interest, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Lohen—" you started, trying to extract yourself, but he didn't let go. His grip on your waist was firm, not painful, just insistent.

"And she's brilliant," he continued, spinning you slightly so he could look at you properly. His hand was still on your back, and he was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Everything I'm not. Everything that keeps me from getting killed in a ditch somewhere." There was something underneath the chaos when he said it, something that suggested he meant it more than he was letting on. A few of the recruits exchanged glances, and one of them smiled knowingly.

"You'd be lost without her," one of the bolder apprentices called out, earning a few quiet laughs from the others.

"Completely lost," Lohen agreed, but there was something in the way he said it that wasn't entirely joking. For just a moment, the manic energy seemed to settle, and he looked at you like you were the only thing in the training grounds that mattered. "Actually, yeah. I would be."

Then he released you, and the chaos returned. He was already moving away, already tossing some comments to the apprentices about formation angles, leaving you standing there flustered and hyperaware of every eye on you.

The rest of the training passed in a blur of corrections and positioning. By the time you finally dismissed the apprentices, your face had only just stopped burning. Lohen was already collecting his things, and you found yourself watching him move with that restless energy of his, wondering what he'd actually meant in that moment when everything had seemed to pause.

THOMA

You were sitting in one of the Kamisato estate's quieter rooms, mending a tear in one of the ceremonial clothes when Thoma appeared with tea. He set it down beside you without asking and settled into the seat across from you.

"That's going to take forever," he said, watching you work the needle through the delicate fabric.

"Only if I rush," you replied, concentrating on your stitching. "You taught me that."

He smiled at that, leaning back and watching you work. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that didn't need filling. You'd been coming to this room more often lately, always finding some reason to be here. Mending. Reading. Just sitting. And somehow Thoma always seemed to find his way in.

After a while, he got up and moved to sit beside you instead. He didn't ask permission. He just shifted closer until his shoulder nearly touched yours. He picked up a different piece that needed mending and started working on it without preamble.

"You're still doing that stitch wrong," he said after a while, no judgment in his voice.

"I know," you said, not bothering to correct yourself. "But you always fix it for me anyway."

He smiled, and you swore you could see the pupils of his green eyes dilate a fractional amount. His hand came over yours, guiding the needle through the proper motion. His fingers were warm, and he moved slowly, making sure you understood. When he pulled back, you found yourself missing the contact.

You worked like that for a long time. Sometimes he'd hum something soft under his breath. Sometimes you'd ask him about his day, and he'd answer while still focused on the mending. At one point, you reached for more thread at the same moment he did, and your hands brushed. Neither of you moved away. You both just continued working, shoulders close, existing together in the quiet of the afternoon.

"You're thinking too hard," he said once, glancing at your face.

"How can you tell?"

"You get this little crease," he said, reaching over and smoothing it away with his thumb. It was such a gentle gesture that you forgot to breathe for a moment.

You were so focused on the mending that you didn't notice when Ayaka appeared in the doorway. She had a few attendants with her, but she stopped when she saw the two of you sitting close together, heads bent over the work, your shoulders nearly touching.

"Oh, there you two are," she said warmly. "I've been meaning to mention something." Thoma looked up, and you followed his gaze.

"There's a couples' festival coming up at the end of the month," Ayaka continued, her tone genuinely kind.

"I thought perhaps you two might enjoy attending together. It would be nice for you to have some time away from the estate."

You felt your face warm. Thoma's reaction was immediate. His entire face flushed a deep red, from his neck all the way to his ears. He set down the cloth quickly, maybe too quickly, like he needed something to do with his hands.

"Oh, we're—" he started, his voice slightly strained. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, he was trying for his usual politeness, but the fluster was unmistakable. "We're not actually together, Lady Ayaka. We just spend a lot of time together because of work, that's all."

The correction was gentle, the way everything Thoma did was gentle. But there was something in the way his hands gripped the cloth a little too tightly, the way he wouldn't quite meet Ayaka's eyes, that made your chest tighten. One of the attendants looked faintly disappointed.

Ayaka's expression softened with understanding, and she nodded. "I see. My apologies for the misunderstanding." She excused herself politely, and the moment she left, the room felt smaller somehow.

You picked up your mending again, but your hands felt clumsy. Thoma did the same, but neither of you were really focused on the work anymore. The ease you'd had before was gone, replaced by something tense and uncertain. The afternoon light filtered through the screens, and the silence stretched between you, heavy with things unsaid.

When the sun started to set and you finally set down your work, Thoma was already moving. You said something soft to break the tension, just to ease it.

"That was kind of awkward," you said quietly, not quite looking at him.

He paused, his hand lingering on the cloth. You could see him turn it over in his mind, searching for something.

"I didn't mean to be rude," he said, finally meeting your eyes. "She was just... it caught me off guard."

"I know," you said, offering him a small smile. "It's fine. These things happen."

He looked at you for a long moment, and there was something in his expression that made your breath catch. Something that looked like regret, like he was reconsidering something he'd just said.

"Actually," he said, and his voice was steadier now, "about that festival."

You looked at him, waiting.

"It might not be a bad idea," he continued, and there was a careful consideration to his words, like he was choosing each one deliberately. "For us to attend together, I mean. Not because anyone thinks we should. But because..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Because I'd like to spend that evening with you. If you'd want to."

Your breath caught slightly. There was nothing casual about the way he said it, despite how carefully he was choosing his words. There was intention there, and something that looked a lot like hope.

"Yeah," you said softly. "I'd like that."

VENTI

Venti had dragged you out to yet another performance. You weren't sure why he felt the need to do this—invite you specifically, stand you in a particular spot in the crowd where he could see you, like your presence mattered to the mechanics of him playing. But he'd shown up at your door this morning with his elfish smile and asked if you were busy. A pointless question, really. He would have begged and whined until you relented had you said no.

On the way to the fountain, he'd been insufferable. He kept humming fragments of melodies, stopping abruptly to ask your opinion on them, then laughing at your answers like you'd said something hilarious when you were just trying to be helpful. At one point he'd grabbed your wrist and spun you around on the street for no reason, just to see your expression, probably.

"You're going to make me dizzy," you laugh, pulling your hand back.

"Is that a complaint, windblume?" he asked, and there was something in his tone that suggested he already knew the answer.

"Yes," you lied.

He had just smiled like he could see right through you.

Now, standing near the fountain while he set up, you watched him adjust his lyre with great care; the kind of care reserved for especially special things in one’s life. Which, for Venti, was music and—you were noticing more and more—you.

He kept glancing over at you, making sure you were in the right spot, making sure you could see him properly. You found it funny, it was almost like a nervous tick. A flick of his gaze to you every few seconds to make especially sure that you had your eyes on him. It was unnecessary. Of course you could see him. You were always looking at him anyway.

Another bard approached as Venti was finishing his setup—someone you recognized vaguely from around the city. They exchanged greetings, the kind of easy familiarity that suggested they knew each other from the musician's circles. You turned your attention back to the fountain, not really listening until the other bard said something that made you tune back in.

"Your recent stuff has been different," he was saying to Venti. "All of it sounds like it's about the same person."

You felt something shift in your chest. His recent stuff? You hadn't really paid that much attention, if you were being honest. But now that it was being pointed out, you found yourself wondering if that was true.

You'd been hearing him play new things lately, pieces you hadn't heard before, and now you were suddenly wondering who they were about.

The bard glanced over at you, then back at Venti, and you watched something click into place behind his expression.

"That your muse?" he asked, gesturing vaguely in your direction.

Venti laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made people turn their heads, that seemed to move through the air like something physical. He spun—actually spun, his coat catching the light—and when he looked at you, there was something deliberate in the movement.

"The best one I've ever had," he said, and he was looking directly at you when he said it.

Your face went hot. The other bard laughed too, charmed, and the conversation continued between them, but you weren't really listening anymore. You were stuck on that phrase, on the way Venti had said it, on the realization that apparently his recent compositions had been about you and you'd been too oblivious to notice.

An hour later, after the performance was over and you'd managed to slip away, you found yourself at the tavern. You were nursing a drink when Venti sat down beside you. He waved a hand to the bartender, and Charles just sighed—a routine. And then Venti’s gaze was fixed on you.

"You've been thinking about what I said," he observes.

"I haven't," you say, which is a lie and you both know it.

"Mm." He's amused. You can hear it in his voice. "That's exactly why you’ve been zoning out since my performance?” He had that teasing lilt in his voice. You wanted to puncture his voice box.

"You can't just say something like that and expect me not to—" you start, then stop because you're not actually sure what you're going to say. Expect you not to what? Wonder if he meant it? Wonder what it means? Wonder if you're reading too much into it?

"Not to what?" Venti prompts, and there's that tilt of his head again, that soft amusement in his expression.

"You know what," you snap, trying not to sound flustered.

Venti, all he does is laugh. You really want to puncture his voice box.

thanks so much for reading!!

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

mostly-imagines

Careless Accidents

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed

warnings: reader’s wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed too hard

You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.

You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like they’re in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.

Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.

“Hey,” Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. “We’re doing alright for ourselves,” she said smugly.

“Yeah,” you’d nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did.

“Okay listen, I think the flag—” what flag? “—is by the fountain so, I think because there’s three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.”

“We’re on teams?” you asked, no longer completely sure you know what you’re playing.

“We are now!” she smiled, starting to run. “I’ll bait!”

She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, “Don’t trust Cass,” before scurrying away.

Rather than sit around and wait there for…something?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.

What you didn’t see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear.

What you also didn’t see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. You’d mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.

Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.

“Are you okay?” she signs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

The response was instinctual and you didn’t actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it.

You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. They’re savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern.

“You good?” Tim asked, approaching languidly.

“That looked like it hurt,” Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.

Dick shook his head, “No, she’s okay.” He turned to you, prodding, “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m, um…” you winced, looking at your wrist. “It hurts a little.”

Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. “It might be sprained.”

Dick paled.

“No.”

Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, “We can get it wrapped upstairs.”

“No.”

You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanie’s face, begging to break.

“Ooooh. He’s gonna kill you.”

faiyuwa

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𖥔*໒꒱ ࿔ 𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 𝗡.

You confront Zanka about him leaving you in bed extremely early, not knowing that he's been going through it. Figuratively and literally.

tags: porn with a little plot , dry humping , riding , subby Zanka , praise kink if you squint , making out , unprotected sex , fem reader

wc: 5.5k (I got EXTREMELY carried away 😭)

all characters are aged up

Zanka has been in a real predicament these days.

He has some ideas on when it started happening, he swears to his life that the reason behind Zanka's pain is the continuous nights of you sleeping in his room.

Not that he minds though, Zanka absolutely loves it whenever you sleep over his sometimes, cuddling to sleep with you is one of his favourite additional parts of his meticulous night routine (even if he won't say it outloud).

sylure

── ❦. Armonia | Blade x f!reader

─ ❧ GENRE: smut, pw/op

─ ❧ READ WITH CARE: mdni, semi-public indecency, dry humping, handjob, edging, shifting power dynamics, banter, marking, somewhat of a brat enabler Blade (he has a lot of patience for once)

─ ❧ WORD COUNT: 5.1k (I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IM SORRY)

𖤝 PREMISE: restraint and longing are Blade's dearest companions, but something about the warmth of the mountain springs and the heated passion of his lover's touch unravels him faster than he might have ever anticipated

Thick steam wafts slowly across the surface of the hot spring, crafting a curtain of allure that blurs the edges of the mountain surroundings and hides the inn behind dark silhouettes underneath the night sky.

The entire world feels far away here in this near forgotten place, which is barely more than a refuge for people trying to catch a break.

Far from the endless cycle of violence that follows Blade like a curse, far from the constant ache buried beneath his ribs, far from the exhaustion that settles into his bones whenever memory turns its claws on him again, he relaxes in the natural minerals that embrace his weary bones almost as tenderly as his lover could... if only she was here.

The spring is quiet except for the soft overflow of water spilling from the rocks and the distant rustle of wind through pine branches. Here, he sits submerged beneath the heat with his eyes half lidded and one arm stretched lazily along the edge behind him.

His damp hair clings to the lines of his throat and collarbones, while droplets of water trace slowly over scarred skin before disappearing beneath the surface. Though his expression remains unreadable in that familiar way of his, there is something distinctively softer about him tonight—as well as a thick layer of impatience.

Yet that doesn't mean his senses have grown mellow. He still hears you long before you enter the spring, that familiar sound of your movement announces your (late) arrival. Blade also registers the telltale hitch in your breathing as the heat of the water reaches you, as well as the rustle of thin fabric shifting against your skin.

However, he does not turn immediately despite the way every sense of his focuses on your approach.

emmyc0z

hi! can you write a story where wife reader and zuko have an argument over him being too risky going on dangerous adventures with the gaang when he has a wife and newborn at home and they go to bed mad at each other maybe even the fire lord sleeps in a guest room and it causes rooms to circulate around the palace and it’s him dealing with her silent treatment for a week and apologizes? like man is wrecked without his wife and baby and barely does his duties bc he misses them so much

silent treatment

summary : zuko frequently leaves to adventure with the gaang, but when you have your first child your concern for his safety grows and so does your feelings of neglect. another letter from aang leads to a fight, and a long week of silence for zuko.

pairing : zuko x fem! reader

cw : sfw! arguing, fluff.

divider by @cursed-carmine

zuko’s spot in the gaang had been secured long ago. he knew that, you knew that, everyone with eyes to see knew that. they were like his family, being of more importance than his nation, but never you. almost.

and yet, despite being the fire lord, responsible for an entire nation, he still felt the need to leave on wild adventures with aang and his friends to agni knows where.

this was fine and well when he first became the fire lord, when you were both young, when it was just the two of you.

payakanspirit

Hi, could you write a short scene where Sal and the reader share a pair of headphones so they don't wake up the others at the sleepover?

ᢉ𐭩 shhh..

the room was dim except for the soft glow of a lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across larry’s floor. the rest of the group had already crashed, blankets tangled, quiet breathing filling the space, but you and sal were still awake. maybe it was the adrenaline still running through his veins, from earlier, when he’d been getting high with larry, or the way his quiet, nonstop chatter filled the room, giving you something to focus on instead of sleep. his voice had that restless energy to it, words slipping out one after another like he couldn’t quite turn his brain off. not that you minded, though. if anything, it made the night feel a little less quiet, a little less still.

you sat shoulder to shoulder on the floor, backs against the side of the bed, a single pair of headphones split between you. one earbud in your ear, the other in his. the cord stretched awkwardly between you, forcing you closer than usual.

sal shifted slightly, careful not to tug the wire. “if this wakes anyone up, i’m blaming you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music.

you just rolled your eyes, though he couldn’t really see it in the low light. not like he could anyways if he tried. not with his messy blue hair falling into his face, casting soft shadows across his features in the dim light, making him look even more effortlessly captivating. you looked away, trying not to stare. “you picked the volume, sally.”

“yeah, but you didn’t stop me.”

a small smile tugged at your lips. fair enough.

the music played softly. just loud enough to hear, quiet enough to keep the room asleep. every now and then, your shoulders brushed, and each time it happened, neither of you moved away. it just stayed like that.

comfortable. warm.

sal tapped his fingers lightly against his knee in rhythm, then paused. “do you like this song?” he asked, turning his head just slightly toward you.

“mhm,” you hummed. “it’s good.”

there was a short silence before he spoke again, softer this time. “you can lean closer if you want. the audio’s kinda uneven, y’know?”

you knew that was only half the truth. still, you leaned in just a little, enough that your arm pressed against his more firmly. the earbud wire slackened between you, no longer pulling.

“better?”

“yeah. way better.”

he nodded, though his posture stiffened just a bit, like he was trying to act normal about it. his fingers curled slightly against his knee before relaxing again, like he didn’t quite know what to do with them.

another song started.

neither of you talked this time.

the quiet wasn’t awkward. it was the kind that felt full, like you didn’t need to say anything. just sharing the music, the moment, the late night calm while everyone else slept.

at one point, you let out a quiet breath, almost like a laugh. “kinda nice,” you whispered.

sal glanced at you. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

you leaned your head against his shoulder, and for a moment he went still, before relaxing just slightly, not pulling away, reaching for your hand.

creds to @uzmacchiato for the dividers!

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Hi!