Hello there I'm just a regular person with no life.
I really really like pretty guys and gacha games so you bet I have lots of thoughts and I finally wish to let them out.
This blog will contain NSFW even if I don't get too freaky with my writing (I think). I usually write with a sub character and dom reader in mind which is not relevant to all my works, but I think should be kept in mind.
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I'm a complete newbie writer (go easy on me), but still I hope you enjoy my attempts at writing ~
/NSFW, handjob, edging, gn reader, subby Lohen, (this actually turned out quite soft)
Lohen becomes impossible when he's sick. Bitching and moaning about wanting to fight monsters, but his body simply not letting him. And you, with all the kindness in your poor heart, try to care for him while he's bedridden. He's strong so it's obvious he'll bounce back in a day or two, but god is it driving him crazy not being able to be as active as usual. And you will probably be on the receiving end of his despair. Unless... you maybe decide to entertain him... somehow.
It's currently day two of him being down with a fever. He's way better than yesterday, but still not well enough to get back into his usual routine of wrecking havoc. So he has decided to just yap your ear off about all he'd want to do once he's back on foot. In great detail. Poisons he'd want to buy and test, torturous yet kinda funny drills he'd make the knights do and obviously some very novel ways of tearing the heads off of different kinds of monsters. You're probably used to hearing all about it by now...
But then comes the other thing. He isn't missing only the adrenaline from fighting... but he's missing you too.
"Just take a proper rest and in the morning I'm sure you'll be like new" you say an hour into his complaining.
"But you don't get it's not just about my work and... hobbies. It's all the more frustrating because you're right here and I'm not in the condition to have fun with you like usual~"
Oh. You freeze just for a second, but it does makes sense after all. He's horny. Of course he is. When he isn't seeking the thrill of a fight he's looking for other types of entertainment. And perhaps letting him release some tension and sweat out the fever might be a not so bad idea. There is a chance you'd catch the same fever as him, but that was already a possibility the moment you decided to care for him so it's whatever. Also you've really been wanting to try something with your cute rabid chihuahua of a boyfriend.
And with that in mind you order him to make some space on the bed next to him. Lohen makes room clearly excited to be the center of your attention. He has no shirt on, being just in his pants showing off his lean frame. At first he attempts to climb on top of you, but instead you gently manhandle him in a different position. Sitting between your legs with his back to you chest. He whips his head back to protest, but you shush him with a finger to his chapped lips.
"You will do me a favor and listen to me this time around, right baby?" You were hoping to catch him off guard, considering you don't use pet names with him often.
Lohen gives you a dismissive smirk, but doesn’t make a move. "Well then I hope you take good care of me, master~".
You just huff unimpressed and start executing your plan. First giving small kisses up his jaw and down his neck, while your hands gently squeeze his sides. Lohen's body was running hot from the fever making him grow impatient especially with the unusually slow pace you've started (god forbid you want to be careful with him for once). So he takes matters into his own hands, whipping his head around and devouring your lips. The little shit knows that making out is the one thing you can never refuse him, letting out small sensual moans into your mouth just to rile you up. Still, no matter how into it you are, you have not forgotten your primary objective.
Your hand sneaks further down to his dick, knowing he's been hard ever since you got him in your lap. The moment you pull it out of his pants Lohen breaks the kiss leaning his head back on your shoulder. From his spit covered lips escapes a very satisfied slightly manic giggle.
"Behave" you whisper in his ear, trying to be stern, but the fondness in your voice giving your adoration away. He just hums nuzzling into your neck like a cat, while you start slowly stoking him at a lazy pace. Seems like being sick has made him way more obedient than usual. Not a single complaint or bratty remark from him, just slow steady breathing that stutters whenever you run your thumb over his tip. Your hand and his cock gradually ended up covered in pre cum making the glide easier, so you finally decide to speed up your movements. The reaction is immediate, Lohen's muscles tensing and his mouth letting out louder huffs and some quiet groans.
Despite the tension in his body, to you it felt as if he was melting in your embrace. Suddenly you hear a small "please" whispered in your ear. You think you're hallucinating at first because Lohen never begs no matter how rough or how soft things get between you two. But then you direct your gaze towards him and his eyes directly lock into your eyes.
"Please... please..." he repeats a few times between breaths and now you're certain that the sickness has completely melted his brain. Seeing him like this makes you want to soothe him, but also see how much he can take. You start peppering his face with kisses again while your hand moves in a way that guarantees him finishing soon. And surely enough you can feel a familiar tremble in his body indicating an incoming release.
You were torn between being nice to him or giving him the pain he always yearns for. You decide on the latter, stopping your movement completely, making Lohen cry out in frustration. Looking at his face there were unshed tears collecting in those colorful eyes you loved so much.
"You... know me... so well" he tells you while trying to take a breath. Few moments later there's a satisfied smile on his face as if you've already made him cum. You knew making it hard for him would be more to his liking, even when sick.
"Looking so pityful while begging, I thought someone might have replaced you, so I needed to check if you're really still you" you say to him. Lohen doesn't even have time to respond before you start jerking him off again. The room gets filled with his moans due to him growing sensitive from your previous touches. It doesn't take long before he arches his back off your chest, spilling in your hand with your name falling off his lips. The tears in his eyes finally spill over. You brush some of them away with your other hand and kiss the crown of his head while he calms down.
Soon his breathing evens out and he faces you again. "Even when you have the chance to put me in my place you always end up being soft with me. Have you fallen in love with me that much~? " he asks you, clearly just joking around, but all you can respond with is a simple "I guess so".
Anaxa has not been able to feel or even breathe this freely in years. It's quiet except for the gentle whistle of the wind. You're sitting down together on the grass in the middle of a lush green field. You gently, but sternly had to force Anaxagoras to leave his stuffy lab to finally take a breather. And it works like a charm. He finally seems to relax, all thoughts in his head growing quiet, his mind giving up on complicated matters and just enjoying your calm grounding presence. The type of presence he has always yearned for, but has lacked for years in his life until you appeared.
Throughout the field there are scattered daisies like small stars littering the night sky. You can’t resist the urge to pluck one and twirl it a bit in your fingers to admire it. It’s pretty, but pales in comparison to the beautiful scholar sitting next to you. He currently seems to be zoning out, focused on the scenery, so you turn to him to scan his features and remind yourself how lucky, yet deserving you are to have such an extraordinary person in your life.
Then, purely by instinct, you decided to place the dainty flower in his hair, behind his ear. Adding pretty to gorgeous, a little star swimming in his seafoam hair. Of course Anaxagoras immediately notices and has the audacity to scoff a little while reaching to remove it. However one look at your calm gaze and serene smile have his hand retracting instantly. He reprimands you for flattering him needlessly, but doesn’t comment on the slight childishness of it all, so it’s safe to say he appreciates the gesture nonetheless. Realising you’ve somehow managed to make Anaxa weak for all your small spontaneous acts of affection over the years makes your heart grow even fonder. With that in mind you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, then lean on his shoulder and swear to continue being both his biggest weakness and biggest strength going forward.
Sunday needs to have his body worshiped, but not exactly in the God-like kind of way. In the "you're my everything and I need you to understand that just from the way I touch you" kind of way.
Gotta have a completely bare, skin to skin contact. Chest to chest. Feel everything. The heat of his skin, his heartbeat going crazy and even the tension in his muscles that refuses to melt away, because he's simply not used to this type of affection at all. He even probably pulls back at first. Doesn't flinch, but clearly slightly leans away from the touch of your hand, wings on his head flapping gently as if to keep unwanted attention away.
Eventually he slowly melts into the contact and starts to crave it, because he'd be lying if he said he hated the attention and care you were showing him. You let yourself touch all over his upper body and gently squeeze the soft flesh here and there. Run the tips of your fingers through his body starting from the neck, then over his chest and to his soft stomach, all the while leaving a trail of fluttering kisses on your way. His breath hitches, or perhaps he has been holding his breath for a long time now and you have to remind him to take a deep breath. To remind him how deserving he is of this.
And every touch is almost completely devoid of any lust (at least this time around). At some point you decide to simply lay on top of each other like this. Just two souls wanting to feel each other's physical form, yearning to get closer to the core of each other's being. Just laying naked together all night with Sunday whispering to each other devotion and forgiveness.
