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[laro80]

fic/art trade with @chai-writes-stuff

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[chai-writes-stuff]

spidey senses — lohen x reader, suggestive, drabble

Ი𐑼 with related yume artwork by @/mojalichan and non-yume from moja too!

summary — your boyfriend's downtown mond's friendly neighborhood spider-man, but he's also your favorite food delivery person. well, when he doesn't spill half of your soup in transit, that is. you still love him either way.

themes — spiderman AU, fluff and humor and light suggestive themes, mj!reader, spider-man!lohen, established relationship, university students, kisses and couple banter per usual

WC: 1k | ao3 🩵 chai's personal favs

You were hunched over your computer desk, littered with empty cans of Sharkfire Energy and various foil snack wrappers, when you heard a loud thump! against your apartment window. You startled into an upright position, blinking your tired eyes at your bright computer screen, which was filled with pages of research dedicated to the biochemistry of arachnid DNA. Again, you heard a thump! from your fifth floor window, like someone was there.

Immediately, you turned, your mussed hair shielding the edges of your vision. Scrambling out of your computer chair, you ran to the window and all but tore the curtains away from it. You winced when the evening sun stung your eyes, but after a brief adjustment period, your vision was instead consumed by your favorite sight in the world.

A man in a deep blue suit with a gold webbed design clung to your window like his limbs were made of glue. When he saw you, the white eyeholes in his mask widened, and he lifted his hand in a wave.

“Hey!” he exclaimed through the glass. “I brought Lohikeitto!”

He pulled a white convenience store bag from his hip, and when he presented it to you, you could tell there was a generous amount of soup pooling at the bottom. Quite a bit of your dinner had been lost in transit, it seemed.

Still, the thought was what mattered. Not really his fault that web-swinging through downtown Mond wasn’t the best mode of food delivery. Honestly, you had gotten worse results from people without superpowers.

You gestured for him to move aside, and when he did, you opened the window for him. Lohen came swinging in, brushing off his shoulder as he traipsed into your bedroom. He set the delivery bag on your desk before reaching under his neck.

With a flourish, he pulled the blue mask off his face, letting his mint-colored locks flop around his face. He shook his head rapidly, fluffing his hair back to its usual volume with the motion. When his red eyes landed on you, the grin that split his face in two made your heart skip a beat. Delighted by his demeanor, you smiled back.

“You look like you had a good time, Spidey. Did you run into any issues with the new webshooters?”

“Nah, babe. They’re great.” He crossed the distance between you as he spoke, his hands going for your hips. “Just like always, everything the great MJ designs is nothing short of a masterpiece.”

He leaned down to place a kiss to your lips, and you let out a pleased giggle. Feeling warmth flush your face, you said, “Calling me MJ now, huh? Miss Genius-With-A-J was too long for you?”

“Oh, come on,” he murmured. “I was drunk out of my mind when I texted you that. That house party Xinyan threw was crazy.”

“You’re still never gonna live it down, Lohen Parker. ESU’s top engineering student, calling his girlfriend ‘Miss Jenious’ in the group DMs…” You teasingly clicked your tongue. “Everyone saw it. Your reputation is practically ruined.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he laughed. “I promise I know how to spell, okay? And don’t you wanna eat your Lohikeitto before it gets cold?”

You glanced at the delivery bag, which was already seeping creamy soup onto the surface of your desk. “You mean whatever’s left of it.”

“Er, yeah.” He looked at your desk with a grimace. “Whatever’s left of it.”

Turning back to face you, he kissed you again, and with a happy giggle, you lifted your hands to his face. Brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones, you asked, “Who’d you take down this time?”

“Scorpion,” he answered between brief kisses. “Seriously, that guy lacks innovation…thought it’d actually be a struggle this time, but I handled him before Chief Varka and his guys could even get there.”

“That’s good then. I don’t want you to struggle.”

“Oh, you worry too much. Struggling in a fight is great! That just means my cute girlfriend gets to kiss away all my bruises afterwards.” He pressed his mouth to yours before saying, “Means you get to make me some new suit mods too. Don’t you like tinkering with that stuff?”

“When you give me the opportunity to,” you answered. “You’re pretty particular about your tech.”

“Not today I’m not. Seriously, the new webshooters are great.” He placed another kiss to your mouth before giving you a firm hug. With a smirk, he said, “That’s enough superhero talk, though. Eat your food, babe.”

He tutted at you twice before giving you an incendiary wink. Right when his arms left your hips, you felt your shoulders drop in disappointment. Lohen gestured to your bedroom door as he walked backwards, saying, “I gotta shower first. You’ll be ready for me when I’m done, yeah, MJ?”

You smirked. “Ready for discussions of mRNA and gene translation? I’ve been working on this biochem paper for the past three hours, so I’d say yeah.”

His crimson eyes glowed in the lowlight of your bedroom. In a rumbling purr, he said, “Well. That’s a lot less sexy than the kind of DNA talk I was planning to do with you.”

Heat exploded in your face as soon as his words sank in on you. You blinked rapidly at him, your smile practically frozen to your face. Lohen swirled around with a laugh, showing you just how tight that spandex suit of his clung to his lean form, and when he slipped out of your sight, you all but collapsed into your computer chair. Your fingers brushed the trail of Lohikeitto that stained your desk before you brought them to your mouth, mindlessly licking at them.

When Lohen spoke to you like that, you knew it was probably a good idea to eat something first. After all, you’d probably need more strength than the Sharkfire and potato chips could provide you. How kind of your favorite superhero, then, to feed you before getting to more frivolous matters.

Brushing your messy hair out of your face, you smiled. Flipping your laptop screen closed, you turned your attention to the warm paper bowl of soup Lohen had brought you. As you brought the creamy stew to your mouth, you couldn’t help but giggle with excitement.

After all, a little stress relief with your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was bound to be the perfect way to take your mind off finals week. It wouldn’t hurt in the slightest to take a little break.

a/n: this was written for @mojalichan, who wanted a spider-lohen drabble! she drew some art for the concept which i will link later hehe~ anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! icymi! chai's last lohen post: reunion, lohen nsfw oneshot, hybrid au (440+ notes) masterlist

⊹ ˖ fellow authors, i do not mind if you are inspired by my works to write something similar, but please credit me if you are. these concepts mean a lot to me, so i would really like to be credited for any of my personal ideas that inspire you. thank you!

[mojalichan]

Today's doodle its flustered Lohen number 452 HAHA i can't stop drawing him blushing it's too cute

[mojalichan]

I forgot to post today’s Lohen doodle HAHAHA

[mojalichan]

Today's Lohen doodle is Spidey Lohen!! based on @chai-writes-stuff latest fic about spiderman au!Lohen x reader, read it here!

i really wanted to draw the favonius crest as a spider for this lol it was really fun hehe

[baiaoshi]

Shopping with Lohen

summary: in order to save the poor knights from being used for lohen's entertainment, you come in to save the day with your own solution

sfw, very fluffy, bartender reader in my eyes but that's not really relevant here, established relationship, pet name used once, soft lohen word count: 1.5k (exactly 1.5k too LOL)

It was a relatively normal day in Mondstadt. The wind blew softly, a refreshing contrast from the heat of the sun beaming down on you. The weather is starting to warm up now that it’s spring, and you decided to take advantage of it since you had the day off. You make your way towards the vendor stalls to do some potential shopping, depending on what the vendors have in stock.

Along your way you can’t help but look at your surroundings, really taking in the scenery of Dornman Port. Flower wreaths decorate the lampposts and green carpets drape the floors. Windblume is arriving soon and by the earlier decorating this year, it seems that everyone is very excited for it to start. You continue to look around, Sister Philomena reassuring Prune it’s okay to be a kid, kids helping their parents decorate the cobblestone paths with flower petals and their own homemade decorations, miserable looking knights… Miserable looking knights?

You stop walking and observe the exhausted knights. One knight is pinching the bridge of his nose while talking about something you can’t quite make out from where you’re standing. The other is slightly hunched in exhaustion, nodding along to what the knight is saying. Odd… but not unusual, they could have just dealt with an unpleasant mission. You continue on your way, still looking around, and you spot another knight with the same miserable expression, then another, and another, and another. This is surely isn’t a coincidence, what could these knights possibly be so upset about? Surely it’s not what, or rather who you think it is. Sighing, you walk over to a knight sitting on a bench with his arms crossed and head thrown back.

“Hi, sorry!” The knight lowers his head and watches you approach him, “If it’s okay to ask, what has you and.. well.. almost everyone so upset. Nothing serious I hope?” 

The knight sighs possibly the deepest sigh you have ever heard and looks towards the building where a certain Vice Captain’s office is located. “Nah nothing super serious,” He scratches the back of his neck. “Just got news that we have to go through some uhh rather unpleasant training.” 

Of course this was Lohen’s doing, you should have recognized those expressions earlier. Lohen’s special training does tend to bring out these kinds of emotions from his subordinates. “I’m sorry to hear that, hopefully it gets cancelled or postponed." You reassure the knight.

“I wish, but that almost never happens.” He shakes his head. You both bid farewell to each other, and you change course to Lohen’s office. The shopping can wait for now.

If Lohen is planning on conducting his special training, that could only mean he isn’t having too good of a day himself. Even though you know you shouldn’t drop by while he’s on duty at risk of distracting him, for his sake and the rest of the knights you decide to make an exception to see if you can lift his spirits.

You knock on his office door. “Lohen? Sorry to drop by while you're working but I needed to talk to you about something.” Lohen opens the door almost immediately, almost as if he was waiting for you.

“Hey Bun! What did you wanna talk about?” He opens the door wider, inviting you to walk into his office. As you make your way in, he closes the door behind you. “I noticed there was an unusual amount of depressed knights around here.” You began, taking a seat on top of his desk. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that hm?” “I made an announcement that some special training is due!” Lohen leans back on the door and takes his dagger out, spinning it around on his finger. “I’ve been so bored the past couple of days, need something fun to do.”

So many knights in anguish all because of one person’s boredom, Archons have mercy. You tilt your head and pull your mouth to the side. “You can’t just use your fellow knights for your own entertainment.”

“Why not? And it’s not just for entertainment, training benefits them as well! My boredom gets cured, and they learn valuable skills for the battlefield. It’s a win-win situation really.” Lohen stops spinning his dagger and lets the dull side of the blade rest against the back of his finger. “I have a solution to your boredom that doesn’t include torturing your knights.” You laugh at him.

Lohen tilts his head. “Oh? And what might that be?” You jump off of his desk and clasp your hands behind your back. “Come shopping with me! If you’re able to step away for a few minutes of course.”

“I’m always able to step away for a few minutes for you,” He winks at you and then opens the door. “Shall we?”

......

“Don’t the Windblume decorations look so beautiful? I can’t wait for the festival to start.” You smile at Lohen, the two of you walking hand in hand amongst the multiple vendor stalls. “We should make time to go together this year, we couldn’t last year since you were in Nod-Krai.”

Lohen looks down at your conjoined hands and smiles slightly to himself. “I’ll make sure I’m free.” “And that all your paperwork is done, right?”

“I don’t know…”

“Lohen.” You frown at him.

He laughs. “Whats with the face? I’m just messing with you. It will all be done, don't worry.”

Your frown disappears and is instead replaced with a big smile. “I’ll be sure to thank Gunther in advance then.” “You don’t have faith I can do it myself?” He asks, with a fake wounded expression on his face. “Hmm, with your track record can’t say I do.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him. “Unless you can prove me wrong?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“Guess so.” you reply, the both of you laugh. “Oh! Lohen look!” You point at a stall in the distance. Lohen squints a little trying to see what you’re pointing at but before he can make out what it is, you’re already pulling him towards it.

“Jewelry?” Lohen looks down at the displays and sees multiple pieces of jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings were all showcased. He watches you examine the pieces and how your eyes settle on a ring. It was made with a gem that had both blue and red hues to it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” You ask him, your eyes not moving from the ring. “You like it?” He asks, moving closer so he could get a better look at it. “I love it. Kinda pricey for me though. I don’t think I brought enough for something like this.” A disappointed look creeps its way onto your face. “Is this enough for the ring?” Lohen takes out a bag of mora and hands it to the vendor. The vendor nods, takes the mora, and takes the ring out of the display case. You look at Lohen surprised. You did not expect him to buy it for you, you thought you were just going to eye shop with him. 

The vendor hands you a box containing the ring and you take it, thanking him. You and Lohen make your way to a nearby bench and sit down and open the box. “You didn’t have to buy it for me, I feel like it’s too much.” You shift your gaze from the ring to him. “No no no no, not at all!” He dismisses, “I could tell you really liked it, and it is a really nice ring.”

You plant a small kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Lohen. I really appreciate it.” You take the ring from out of the box. “Which finger should I put it on?” Lohen hums in thought. “Your index finger, like mine.” You place the ring on your index finger and smile, admiring the gem. “The gem reminds me of your eyes. It’s almost the same colour.” You hold the ring next to his eyes for your own visual comparison. “That’s why it caught my attention.” You say, not breaking eye contact. Heat creeps up Lohen’s face and he turns his head away slightly. “Ha.. really? Well I’m glad you like it.”

You lace your fingers with his and smile at him. “So, is your boredom cured?”

“Very much so.” He smiles back at you. “I suppose the knights could be spared from suffering- I mean enduring my training for today.”

“Nice save,” You laugh at his slip up. “Shall we start heading back?”

You feel Lohen’s grip on your fingers tighten. “Hm, not immediately.” He looks down at the ring on your finger, and then back to you with a smile. “Just a few more minutes like this.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and laugh a bit. You like when he’s really soft with you like this, it’s a side of him only you get to see. “No complaints from me.”

haven't had time to write anything for so long since i've been so busy</3 hopefully this 3/4am piece reaches those who enjoy. Hopefully I'll continue to have time to write!

[xsanichi]

Durins Birthday Gift

Durin asked you what you'd like for your birthday. He had heard that it's common for humans to exchange a token of appreciation when they know each other very well. So that must mean he should do the same for you, too!

You, however, told him that his presence alone was a gift in itself.

Durin took that literally.

[karmamira]

Durin needs his sleep.

However, due to your constant pampering and —what he likes to call— cuteness aggression attacks, he doesn't always end up getting a full night of it...

"Hehehe!"

He giggles as you bop his nose, the "thump thump" noise of his tail hitting your legs as it wags excitedly echoing faintly in the back of your head, Durin's bashful stuttering and your baby talk easily drowning it.

"You are so cute!" You place a kiss on the nose you just bopped, watching as a warm, rosy color took over Durin's pale cheeks, his tail twitching momentarily in place before continuing it's excited assault on your legs in an even faster pace.

"U-umm..." Having lost the ability to speak from the overwhelming amount of affection you're throwing at him, the dragon boy let's out an embarrassed noise as he closes his eyes, not able to meet your tender gaze without overheating like a malfunctioning clockwork meka.

"Don't hide your eyes." You place another kiss on his now closed eyelids before pleading. "They are a shade too lovely to be concealed like this." Then just under his eyes; like wiping non-existent tears out of his face.

Finally, your fingers thread through the soft hairs forming his front bangs, pushing them away messily as you place one last kiss on his pretty forhead.

This time, neither do you squeal nor coo at him, quietly whispering these words into his ear in hopes of conveying their sincerity.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Having had your fill, you decide to show Durin some mercy by giving him his personal space back, to which he responds to by immediately covering his cherry colored face with gloved palms. "T-too much..."

Laughing at his flustered state, you point at his expressive tail. "Is that so? I think your little buddy seems to think otherwise."

Durin lets out another incomprehensible noise, pausing to compose himself before managing to speak in an intelligible language. "Stop teasing..."

It comes out as a whine, and it takes you all of your existing willpower to not go back to cooing at him. "Sorry, sorry... Do you want to cuddle?"

Your question makes him peek at you with a distrustful half an eye, to which you perform your best attempt at an innocent smile that ends being more convincing than you thought it to be.

"... Cuddles would be nice."

[arnienella]

Watch out

[arnienella]

Ver 2

[hitomisuzuya]

please PLEASEE write more nerdy reader and bully scara the concept of it is one of my personal favorites… make sure there’s a ton of degradation and overstimulation… and creampie …. Thank you!!!

bully! scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. bondage. creampie. overstimulation. degradation. love confession. size kink. college au.

i hope you don't mind i added bondage as something for myself. i am also considering writing this as a birthday present to myself.

you are one of those good girls. the kind that always does turns in assignments on time. one that always answers the teacher politely when you are called on to answer a question. someone who strives to get good grades, trying so so hard even if you are nervous you won't pass.

so sweet, and so corruptible. for several semesters now he has salivated over you. bullying you, and then fisting his cock to thoughts of you later that night.

your little crush on him is painfully obvious, especially when he bullies you. your reactions are so interesting. though you stick up for yourself, you also seem to take his bullying like you enjoy it. looking at him with the cutest flush on your cheeks.

scaramouche is enjoying bullying his cock inside your tight little cunt. you look so defenseless for him with your wrists tied above your head. your legs tied apart, your pussy weeping as he bullies his thick cock inch by inch inside you.

you whimper as he rocks his hips, and the smirk widens on his face. "so.. big.." you let out a gasp of pleasure, overwhelmed by the sudden, sweet burn as your pussy struggles to accommodate his girth. he isn't even halfway inside, and already it's almost unbearable.

your body jolts off the bed as his elegant fingers swipe over your clit. he presses the pads of his fingers against the throbbing nub, pushing his cock inside a little more. "listen to you, talking like you can't take. all while whimpering like you can," he taps his fingers against your clit, hissing as your walls spasm tight on his cock.

your whimper rises in octave, your hips rocking up to grind your clit on his fingers. the delicious friction makes you whine. his fingers skate over your clit, stirring a tighter heat in your core. "please..more..i don't know how much more i can take."

scaramouche scoffs, and narrows his eyes as you twitch, on the cusps of cumming right then. "if you even think about cumming before i am even inside you, then we start over. inch by inch, you pathetic slut," he cruelly takes his fingers off your clit.

you force the feeling down, your pussy clenching at his degradation. it shouldn't feel this good being degraded. you shake from overstimulation, and his eyes drink in the sight. you look so very ruined, and he hasn't even bottomed out yet.

his hand comes up to grasp your jaw, rocking his hips and pushing in deeper still. you let out a lewd cry of pleasure as your thighs tremble. "you'll take it like the obedient whore you are, right?" he squeezes your jaw.

"yes! i want it!" you cry out, struggling to rock your hips up in an attempt to take his cock more inside you. "i need it!" you have never said anything so lewd in your life. yet scaramouche just makes it tumble, unabashed from your mouth.

scaramouche gives an unforgiving thrust of his hips, bottoming out all once. your moan borders on a scream from the sudden stretch in your cunt, and he soaks up the sound. "what a fucking whore. making me lose my composure like this," he moans as your tight heat envelopes his cock completely.

given the position you are in, tied up and vulnerable, it offers you little room for movement. you are helpless, taking every inch as he sets a brutal pace. drool pools cutely from the corner of your mouth as you moan. your tits bouncing in time with his forceful thrusts. his cock head brutalizes your sweet spot, making your head spin.

you really should be ashamed of yourself. you should be studying for the midterms. but instead, you are taking the school bully's cock, and enjoying every second of it.

you mewl as scaramouche pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. you gasp in overstimulation, struggling to squirm as you whine in bliss.

"that's it, you fucking slut. squirm for me. cry for me," he moans, holding you down as his cock pulses between your walls, "you are practically suffocating my cock. i fucking love it," he is lost in the tight warmth of your pussy. pent up for too long in his lust for you.

your fingernails dig into the palms of your hands as his cock head pushes extra deep into your sweet spot. you crave to touch him. to wrap your arms around, and cling to him. you let out a strangled cry of pleasure. "i love you! i am so in love with you it hurts!" pleasure snaps tight in your core as you babble your love confession.

scaramouche chuckles shakily. putting a hand under your head, he gently lifts it so he can lick the tears falling from your eyes. "you silly slut. don't you know you have always been mine. i am just staking my claim properly."

the overstimulation is building too fast. your cheeks flush in desperation as you struggle writhe. "i can take it! i can take it!" you close the distance between his lips, kitten licking submissively before you kiss him.

he holds your lips against his, forcing his tongue into your mouth as he swallows your moans. you are breaking way too perfectly for him. he can feel you shattering in his hands. it makes his cock ache inside your sopping cunt. his tongue curls around yours, greedily devouring your mouth until he has to pull away for air.

"now that you are nice, and cock drunk, use your words, and tell me what you want," he hisses, snapping his hips into yours. your submissive surrender captivates him.

"i want you! i want you to cum inside me!" you moan, sweet and pathetic. your body trembles with the need, the squelching of his cock in your cunt mingling with your moans.

scaramouche loses control then. gritting his teeth, he gives a firm thrust of his hips. he swallows a whimper as cum ribbons suddenly inside of you. "you are all mine now, slut. all mine to breed as i fucking please," he hastily claims your lips again, a feeble attempt to swallow his whimper of pleasure.

you whine into his mouth, your hips jolting up into his. even with his cock emptying inside you, his pace is still punishing. your teeth suddenly sink into his lower lip as your orgasm washes over you. his hand tightens on the back of your head, holding against your lips against his as your pussy gushes on his cock.

"that's my good girl," he breathes against your lips once he pulls away, "surrender to me entirely. you were made for it."

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[chai-writes-stuff]

my lady — lohen x reader, suggestive (18+ only), oneshot

summary — he's sworn far more to you than just his fealty alone.

themes — princess!AU, knight!lohen, princess!reader, forbidden romance, fluff and suggestive themes, dark humor, childhood friends, retainer/liege relationship, they're in love your honor ♡ 

WC: 1.1k | ao3

A knight is loyal, steadfast, and anyways cognizant of his place.

“Lohen.”

His kissing lips come to an abrupt stop. Slowly, he lifts his head from your hand, staring up at you with those burning red eyes and a playful little smirk. Blood stains his uniform, mars his face, and plays through his hair, yet he stares at you like it’s all no matter.

Your brow furrows. He stares at you while bringing your hand to his lips again.

His kiss is soft. As are his eyes. He always kneels like he knows he belongs under you, but just like always, he’s blatant with his disregard for orders. A vassal doesn’t go barging into his liege’s bedroom in the dead of the night, and he certainly doesn’t do it while he’s covered from head to toe in the blood of his enemies. He’s not supposed to, but because you haven’t chopped his head off for it yet, he continues to do it.

“There was a group plotting your assasination, Lady Bunny. Did you expect me to let them live?”

He’s not supposed to call you by that silly moniker he gave you in your youth. If your father ever heard it slip from Lohen’s tongue, you know that he’d immediately cut it out. Lohen was allowed to remain in service to the royal court because of his results, but if it were up to your father, he’d be next to the gallows. You’ve tried as hard as possible to make this evident to Lohen—to tell him how much you fear what may come to pass should the true nature of your relationship be discovered—yet every night, he repeats the same actions.

He presents himself to your quarters, covered in blood or not, and etches every inch of himself into your skin so you’ll never forget him.

“Lohen,” you try to say. When his lips kiss their way up your arm, you again say, “Lohen.”

“Mm?” he answers, voice rumbling against your skin. “Yes, Princess?”

Heat flushes your face when his red eyes flick to yours. Swallowing back your trepidation, you say, “This has gone too far. It’s best if we stop this.”

He stares at you before pressing another warm, wet kiss to your forearm. Your head turns to follow him when he rises to his full height, your heart hammering in your chest. His arm curls around your hips, bringing you right into that blood-stained chestplate of his. With a charming smirk, he says, “That’s one order I’m afraid I can’t obey, Lady Bunny.”

You place your hand to his chest, but you lack the willpower to push him away from you. In the depths of your heart, you know the truth—you’re in love with the Royal Knight of the 5th Regiment, and you’ll never be able to deny it.

His kiss comes gentle, a stark contrast to the blood and violence his appearance entails. You lift your palms to his face, feeling the coarse texture of dried blood, but that doesn’t stop you from pulling him further into you. He tastes like the mint candies he makes for you in his free time, his sole hobby ever since the day you declared them to be your favorite. You melt into that sweet taste and wrap your arms around his neck with a soft moan.

The way his fingers tighten around your hips tells you what he’s thinking. Immediately, you withdraw from his kiss, trying to ward off the impulse you know you both feel. His face is flushed red from one ear to the other, and as he stares at your lips, soft pants fall from his own.

You smile. “You need to bathe.”

Lohen’s eyes flick back to yours. With a grin, he nods.

“You’re bathing with me. Right, milady?”

His playful smile reminds you of how you always played together in your youth, Lohen leading the way as you explored your parents’ royal garden. From that moment on, he swore his fealty to you, and as a lovesick child, you promised him your hand in exchange. You swore to always be there for one another, and were practically inseparable until your royal duties mandated it be so.

You’re nearly of age for marriage. As the sole inheritor of the crown, bachelors from all over the halidom have been scrambling over each other to win your affections. Your father has pushed suitor after suitor onto you, but at the end of every date, they’ve either changed their tune or mysteriously fallen ill. Perhaps your only saving grace in this situation is that your father loathes a weak man, and that Lohen is so adept at handling them.

You know he’s the reason that no suitor has met your father’s expectations yet. But when he holds you in his arms like this, you just don’t care. He’s the only man you see, from your waking moments to when you fall asleep, and you would rather suffer the wrath of the kingdom itself than imagine a life without him.

“I’ll bathe with you,” you say softly. “Will you wash my back for me?”

“If you wash my hair,” he answers. “And I’ll apply all the moisturizer you want afterwards.”

You laugh. “You’ll have to rub it in well this time. And not get distracted when you get to my thighs.”

His eyelids lower slightly, sending a pleasured thrill through your cheeks. In a low, suggestive tone, he says, “I’ll try my hardest, milady…but you’re asking an awfully difficult task of me.”

You giggle, but you take his hand in yours. With you taking the lead this time, you teasingly chirp, “Get distracted, and it’ll be off with your head.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t mind it if you were the one beheading me. Dying at the hands of an angel doesn’t sound too bad.”

You laugh again. Jokes aside, you tell him, “I’m not strong enough to behead you, Lohen.”

“Which is exactly why it would be perfect,” he chirps. “Slow, agonizing, and painful—all at the hands of my fairest lady. What more could your loyal vassal ask for?”

His humor is always so dark and violent, but it never fails to make you laugh. Perhaps that makes you somewhat twisted, but it’s never been something that’s bothered either of you. Of course, the high court would see to it that you spoke nothing of these dark themes when interacting with the other nobles, but with Lohen, you have the freedom to act how you like.

And he loves you for it. Not for your title as Princess, and not for your status in the kingdom. He simply loves you for you.

As soon as you cross into the bathroom, you turn to smile at him. He smiles back, and even though he’s covered in the blood of your enemies, your heart swells with adoration.

Just as he loves you for you, you love Lohen for him. No royal mandate will ever change that.

a/n: lohen is so fun to cook AUs up with... might do some more works in this "universe" in the future! anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! icymi! chai's last lohen post: etched into bone and soul, agbsihp ch. 6 (150+ notes) masterlist

⊹ ˖ fellow authors, i do not mind if you are inspired by my works to write something similar, but please credit me if you are. these concepts mean a lot to me, so i would really like to be credited for any of my personal ideas that inspire you. thank you!

[hy-acnth]

I finished it gng

[mojalichan]

Very cute Scara I drew for @hitomisuzuya a few days ago because she’s the biggest scara fan I know 🙂‍↕️

[hitomisuzuya]

its so easy to spot fake/not dedicated scara fans now that lohens out lmao

suddenly he's not really that good and lohens superior right? im sad to see your blog turning into lohens fan club 💀 you used to be my fav writer ever until you started to put your heart onto lohen fics and leave the half assed ones to scara

at first, i wasn't going to respond to you at all. but i just wanted to tell how funny this is to me that you sent this at literally the EXACT second i posted a scara request.

i am not sure where it states that an author can't enjoy both characters. i am not going to let someone like you make me feel guilty for liking and writing for more than one character. especially when this is MY blog.

okay. okay.

[chai-writes-stuff]

quite literally, asks like these are the reason that authors close their inbox and stop posting fanworks. if you have nothing nice to say, simply do not say anything at all. i can't stress how disrespectful this anon is being to the lovely @hitomisuzuya, who has been writing content for scara for AGES now. please take this as an example for what NOT to send to authors, and learn that if you do not like something, you do not read it. seeing authors lose their passion because of hate mails like this seriously makes my blood boil, and i hope that everyone reading this either learns some new etiquette or already understands what i've said and agrees with me.

if you think that authors should remain "loyal" to one character; if you think that authors are meant to please you, the reader, instead of themselves; if you think that authors are obliged to fufill the desires of the masses instead of what THEY THEMSELVES want, then you are a lost cause and do not interact with me.

once again, so sorry you had to even answer an ask like that suzu. much love to you, and i will continue to enjoy reading your scara AND lohen works, as all of your content is AMAZING! <3333

[chai-writes-stuff]

Etched Into Bone and Soul [6/10] — lohen x reader, NSFW, full chapter

A Good Bunny Stays in Her Pen [6/10]: Etched Into Bone and Soul xsilverstar (AO3) chai-writes-stuff (tumblr) prev | fic masterlist | next chapter summary — you’ve never known love, and you certainly don’t know how it’s supposed to feel, but this feels right.

trigger warning(s) — many dark potentially discomforting themes, including: sexual assault, post traumatic stress disorder, and graphic depictions of violence

word count — 7.5k | ao3

It was 18 years ago when Lohen was old enough to hold a gun, and his father first introduced him to game hunting.

Bang!

“Woah! Great shot, Lohen!”

His father’s hand claps his back, but Lohen’s eyes remain focused on the downed animal. Its limbs splay beneath it, stretched outwards as if to run, a pool of red blood soaking through its brown fur. The wide, beady eyes of a wild rabbit are fixed on him: lifeless, dark, and reflecting Lohen’s own face right back at him. The weight of the rifle makes a dull pain radiate through Lohen’s shoulder, but his father cheers and whoops like it’s something to be proud of.

It doesn’t make sense.

“Let’s pack it up and get it back to mom,” his dad says. “You’ve never had rabbit stew before, have you? Your mom makes a mean one! Little spicy, though.”

His father grabs the deceased rabbit by its long ears, holding it up like it's a trophy. The joy that splits his face in half, the lifeless body of the animal grasped within his fist—none of it makes sense.

Just yesterday, Lohen had attempted to stomp a spider beneath his foot. His parents had admonished him, told him that nature was to be respected. His mother cradled that spider between a cup and a piece of paper, before letting it crawl away on its spindling legs beyond the reach of their home.

What’s a spider to a hare, anyway? One’s disgusting and creepy, while the other one’s actually got a semblance of endearment. How can his father take pride in slaughtering forest animals, then turn around and serve as the savior of the arachnids? Why do his parents insist on crafting guns and bows and arrows, only to warn Lohen never to point any of those weapons at another human being?

Shouldn’t all things die the same way?

“C’mon sport,” his father says, squeezing Lohen’s shoulder. “Let’s go make dinner.”

In an instant, Lohen decides that he hates hypocrites.

It was 17 years ago when Lohen was old enough to hold a gun, and his father tried to play peacemaker.

“Please,” his father begs. “He’s just a boy. Do what you want with me, but—!”

His father’s voice is suppressed by a loud, violent thud. Inside the car, Lohen’s eyes focus down on his hands, balled up into fists atop his thighs. He thinks of the silver revolver in his father’s glovebox, the AR-15 tucked away in its custom-modeled case for their next customer. In his left hand, he plays with the gleaming metal arrowhead he had stolen from his father’s workshop, feeling along its sharp edge with the pad of his fingers.

Why does his father choose not to make use of the weapons he’s spent years crafting? Why does he insist on saving the wretched spider, killing the frightened bunny, and sparing the criminals who dare to put a gun to his temple? It doesn’t make sense.

The car door is all but torn off of its hinges. Lohen quickly slots the arrowhead into his pocket, his throat tightening. He stares at the back of the passenger seat, losing himself in the pattern of the black fabric, and praying that he was anywhere else.

“Get out,” someone says to him.

They don’t yell, but they certainly don’t ask.

The revolver’s in the glovebox. If he hadn’t listened to his father, he could have already had it in his hands, pointed it at the scum who dared to threaten them. The AR-15 is in the trunk. The sight of that alone would make any normal person think twice.

Lohen chose to listen to his father, even though it didn’t make sense.

In an instant, Lohen decides that he hates cowardice.

It was 16 and a half years ago when Lohen was old enough to master target shooting, and his mother and father begged him to put the gun down.

“Lohen, dear,” his mother pleads. “This is too much.”

“Listen to your mother, Lohen,” his father echoes. “Hunting game is fine, but it’s becoming an obsession for you. You can’t just shoot every buck you see. We have to respect the rules of the forest.”

Lohen rubs the grease from his palm before reaching for another bullet. After slotting it into his rifle, he snaps the body shut, holding it at the ready for the next large animal he lays eyes on. His mother’s crying, his father’s trying to reason with him, but as soon as Lohen sees those antlers, he pulls the trigger.

Bang!

With a loud, violent thud, the buck falls to the floor. A wild rabbit runs past, hopping over the dead carcass before barreling straight into the brush.

“Lohen, please,” his mother cries. “You have to stop.”

“There won’t be a single buck left at this point!” his father snaps, standing before Lohen with his arms extended wide. “I thought I taught you to respect nature! If you kill all these animals, you’ll disrupt the food chain!”

Lohen’s eyes narrow.

“It’s okay to kill rabbits,” he says, “because there’s a lot of them. But it’s not okay to kill deer, because there’s less of them.”

“Yes! Exactly! That’s why there are mandated limits, son!”

“It’s not okay to kill bears,” he drones on, “because there are even less of them. But it’s okay to fish, because there’s a lot of fish in the river.”

His father looks unnaturally pale. His eyes turn down to the muzzle of Lohen’s gun before turning back to those of his son.

“Put the rifle down, Lohen.”

He doesn’t yell, but he certainly doesn’t ask.

A flash of brown catches Lohen’s eye. He turns his head, and about thirty meters across from him is a galloping doe.

Lohen lifts the rifle to his shoulder.

“Lohen—!”

Bang!

His mother falls to her knees, sobbing. His father tries to wrangle the rifle from Lohen’s hands, spewing curses as his face turns beet red, slinging words that he’s made Lohen swear never to say, lest he want to contribute all of his savings into a glass jar. He fights Lohen with the strength of an adult, and as the shorter, smaller one in this situation, Lohen is all but powerless.

It makes him sick.

“You’re grounded!” his father snarls. “By the will of Barbatos, Lohen—you’re grounded for a month!”

The man’s a hypocrite and a coward, but at the end of the day, he’s stronger. If a gun can be used to hunt rabbits, if a rifle can shoot holes through the body of a buck, if a single shell can fell even the largest of grizzly bears, then what’s stopping that gun from being used to hunt criminals? When that man and his flock of police officers flooded Eroch’s compound, why didn’t they shoot any and everything that moved on sight? Even Eroch understood what it took to eliminate a beast—he put that gun to his temple and shot.

It doesn’t make sense. His father, his mother, himself—none of it makes sense. Spare the spider, kill the hare, spare the buck, kill the fish, spare Eroch, kill nothing, nothing, nothing.

Lohen wonders what it sounded like when Eroch’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Was it a dull thud, like that of a 200 pound buck against the forest floor? Or was it a loud, violent sound, like that of Eroch’s fist against his father’s face? Ah, how he wishes he had been there to hear it, to see the spray of blood and brains, to take pleasure in knowing that something vile had been destroyed.

In an instant, Lohen decides that the rifle in his hands can handle more than just livestock.

It’s 8 PM at the Windblume Festival, and instead of wearing a spandex suit that makes you nauseous, you’re wearing a loose dress with your hand curled tightly in Lohen’s.

You stare at him as you walk, paying no attention to the crowd as it moves around you. The area’s abuzz with laughter and conversation, the sounds of children and drunk laughter coalescing over your head. You’re smiling at Lohen’s profile, your eyes fixed to the mole studding his cheek. His lips are moving and words are coming out, but all you can focus on is that charming face of his.

You grasp his hand tighter. Lohen’s head turns to yours, his eyes blinking.

“Tight grip you got there,” he says, a smirk rising to his face. “You know I won’t run away from you, right?”

Warmth floods your cheeks. Smiling still, you give him a small nod.

“This way, I’ll ensure it.”

Lohen laughs. Aside from his call of your name, aside from his confessions of love, that laugh of his is your favorite sound in the world.

“Wanna get a candied apple?” he asks. “The guy who sells ‘em here makes the best ones I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes flick to the line, which extends from the green-tarped stand to a solid ten meters into the distance. Wincing, you say, “No…I’m okay.”

“Hm. But I want one.”

The way he pouts at you makes your heart skip a beat. Your lips split into a toothy grin as laughter bubbles in your chest.

“Let’s get you one then,” you murmur.

“You’ll stand in that long ass line with me?” he asks. “Just for one candied apple?”

“You want it, don’t you?” You squeeze his hand firmly. “I don’t mind waiting.”

A touch of pink rises to his cheeks. He laughs, though it sounds somewhat different this time. In a low, rumbling murmur, he says, “I don’t mind waiting either.”

The way Lohen’s cheeks fill with bits of apple as he chews reminds you of the grazing chimpkin from your favorite childhood movie. A loyal animal companion to the princess, who almost always has something he’s nibbling on. You found that endearing as a child, and even in your adulthood, the thought fills you with joy.

“Want a bite?” Lohen says through his mouthful of apple.

You nod. He tilts the apple towards you, offering you the side he hasn’t yet bitten. With the hand that’s not tucked in his, you rotate the stick until you see the dripping white flesh.

Your teeth sink into it, right along the path Lohen had already carved. You look up at him, holding eye contact as you tear away a firm chunk. In your attempt to continue what he started, you’ve bitten too close to the core, but the seeds in your mouth don’t bother you. The taste is still sweet, even if those sharp bits scratch at your tongue every once in a while. 

Lohen’s eyes fall down to your lips. With a smile, he asks, “Do you like it?”

You nod, lifting your free hand to your mouth. Swiping the trail of apple juice running down your face with your fingers, you say, “It’s really good.”

“Told you. You should have gotten one too.”

“I doubt I could finish it. It’s a bit too sweet.”

“I could have finished it for you.”

Something about his words makes your ears tickle. As you lick the sticky pads of your fingers, you shyly look up at him.

Lohen’s hand grasps yours harder. He turns red before throwing his gaze aside.

Oh?

“Lohen,” you say, your lips curling into a smirk. “Are you thinking bad thoughts about me?”

“No,” he replies immediately. “Only good ones. Really, really good ones.”

You giggle before chancing a quick glance around you. Of course, there are eyes everywhere—Mond’s most popular festival isn’t just that in name alone. But the crowd moves too much. No one stays stagnant, and even when you catch a glimpse of someone, in only an instant, they’re forever gone from your memory.

You bite your lip and lean closer to Lohen. Coming close enough for your lips and his ear to be a hair away from touching, you throatily whisper, “Wanna share those good thoughts with me?”

“Bun,” he laughs, turning almost as red as he used to every night at the cabaret. “We can save that for later.”

You want to tease him more, to push him further. Something in you wants to place your hand to his thigh, but then you’ll have to stop holding his hand. You almost feel like you owe it to him, to give him a little bit of excitement when he shows a glimmer of sexual interest in you. On your past dates with clients, that’s how you got the biggest tips.

You freeze.

“Hm? You okay?”

Lohen’s hand tightens even further around yours. To the point where it almost hurts.

“I…I’m fine,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“…What are you sorry for?”

You don’t want to look at him. He might look at you with those piercing eyes of his, the ones that can withdraw whatever piece of information they can find from the confines of your skull. If he knew you were thinking of other clients—

—past clients.

If he knew you were thinking of past clients, you might upset him. You don’t like it when he gives you those sad red eyes.

“Can we walk around?” you ask, forcing a smile to your face. “I want to see more of the booths.”

His teeth crunch into the apple. Chewing slowly, his eyes survey your face with a modicum of confusion to them. When he swallows, losing those cute chipmunk-cheeked pockets of his, he gives you a nod.

“One more bite?” he asks with a grin. He extends that sugar sweet apple before you again, shining with caramel and eroded by his gnawing teeth.

Your mouth is opening before you even think to move it. Once again, you tear into the white flesh of the apple, but the fibrous core scratches your gums just above the back of your teeth. You pull back with a wince, your hand flying to your mouth.

“Shit,” Lohen says with a blink. “You bit right through the core, Bunny.”

“It’s okay,” you say through your mouthful of sweet apple and sharp shells. It hurts, but you tell him, “It still tastes good.”

You’ve been to the Windblume Festival in the past, but you’ve never had this much fun. Lohen brings you around to all the popular stalls, buying you little trinkets and expensive handcrafted perfumes, all without you asking, or really even needing them. Whenever his eyes catch one of those shooting games, which you were certain were rigged as a child, he separates your hands for just a moment to strike the opposing targets down. He carries all your souvenirs in multiple bags on his arm, but he lets you cradle the big plush bunny he won for you underneath your own.

You know that Lohen’s perfect, but with every little reminder of it, you adore him more and more.

“Oh, yeah,” Lohen chirps, “there’s a petting zoo, too. If I'm remembering things right, I think they’ve got some bunnies.”

Your face is warm. “…I want to see them.”

He smirks. “Your wish is my command, Princess.”

He brings your joined hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles like he’s your loyal vassal. You smile so hard that your cheeks hurt. Following alongside him through the ever growing crowd, you see the signs with hand drawn bunnies, sheep, and ponies. The arrows point further down the road of stalls, designating the path for you and Lohen’s next venture.

“I want to go to the petting zoo!” you hear a woman exclaim.

“Nah, babe,” the man at her side says. “I know it seems cute, but I heard that they treat those animals pretty bad.”

Your ears perk at that. You turn your head, looking at the man and woman standing across from each other right by the petting zoo’s directional sign. The man’s rubbing the back of his neck, grimacing, and the woman you presume to be his girlfriend gives him a big frown.

“Oh no,” she says. “How so?”

“Well, someone told me that outside of these petting zoos, they keep ‘em all locked up in cages. They only let ‘em out when they’re making money off of ‘em.”

“That’s terrible…”

“I know. We can find something else to do, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your lips part. You turn to Lohen with the intent to tell him what you overheard, but the way he’s smiling stops you in your tracks. He looks so happy next to you, and you don’t want to ruin that.

You swallow back your words. You know he’d like it more if you smiled, so you do.

“God, I got so many cute pics of you,” Lohen says, his thumb scrolling across his phone screen. “I don’t even know which one to make my wallpaper next. Maybe I’ll set a different one for every screen…?”

He shows you the picture he took with you holding a big grey rabbit, your eyes closed and teeth showing through your smile. It surprises you, how happy you look, grinning back at yourself. It makes you wring Lohen’s hand and smile.

“Fresh apple cider!” a man yells, strolling past you with a paper sign held over his head. “Dawn Winery’s finest, available while supplies last! Get it before it’s gone, folks!”

You and Lohen look at each other. At the same time, you both laugh.

“Wait right here,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “I’ll go get us some.”

“Huh?” Your hand grasps his harder. “I’ll go with you.”

“I already made you wait in one long ass line with me,” he chirps. “Besides, you look tired. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

He kisses your cheek, releases your hand, and you instinctively reach for him. Lohen winks at you before striding off into the distance, disappearing behind the bustle of the crowd.

Your fingers slowly curl into a fist. You look down at the blue stuffed bunny tucked under your left arm before hugging it to your chest.

Admittedly, you are a bit tired. Your whole life, you’ve never had much of a battery for social events and lively outings like this. Lohen told you it wasn’t really his thing either, but he looks so natural here. He speaks for you when you stumble over your words, and whenever you get overwhelmed, he brings you to a spot to sit down. You haven’t known each other for long, but somehow Lohen knows your every tell, like he’s studied your behavior for years and committed it to memory.

You like that about him. You should make more efforts to do the same for him.

“Woah,” you hear someone say. “You’re cute.”

At first, you don’t register that he’s talking to you. A lithe, sandy-haired man plops down onto the bench beside you, hands spread across the seat with his fingers dangerously close to your leg. Your eyes widen when he looks at you, his deep brown irises shimmering like he’s just spotted gold.

“I’m Tod,” he says. “What’s your name?”

“Um,” you stammer, feeling cold hands grip at your throat. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Hm? Well, he’s not here, is he? What kind of guy leaves a cutie like you sitting by herself?”

He’s grinning, like it’s something to be proud about. Like Lohen’s presence in your life isn’t an obstacle, but just a carnival game you’re playing with him.

“Can you please,” you say hoarsely, “leave.”

“Playing hard to get, huh? I like a woman who gives me a challenge.”

He leans closer to you. Your throat is tightening, your skin crawling with disgust. You want to move, you want to scream, but in the back of your mind, you can’t forget how that man’s fingers wrapped around you, you can’t forget how he seized.

You’re crying.

“Huh?” Tod asks. “Woah, woah, sorry, babe. Hey, calm down, will you?”

You let out a choked sob. Mashing your palms to your eyes, trying to compose yourself, you bawl, “Please go.”

“…Bun?”

As soon as you hear Lohen’s voice, your breath stills. Slowly, hesitantly, you turn your tear-blurred eyes onto his. Those sweet red eyes of his, the ones you love to the moon and back, don’t blink.

They don’t waver.

They’re a raging sea of fire.

Then, they’re sweet again.

“Here you go,” he murmurs, handing you a cold plastic cup. “Hold mine for a sec too.”

Your hands tremble when you set the bunny aside to accept the cider instead. You don’t look at the man at your side, but you can tell that he’s focused on Lohen now. They’re probably staring at each other, sizing each other up. The man at your side has at least half a foot over Lohen, and perhaps because of that, he ever so casually says, “My bad, man. I was just trying to say hi.”

Lohen smirks. “Yeah? And look how that went. This how you go around trying to make friends?”

“It usually doesn’t end like this.” You hear the man’s clothes rustle as he stands. “Didn’t mean to upset your girlfriend.”

“Eh, it’s alright. She and I need to meet more people anyway.” He grins, holding his hand out to Tod. “I’m Lohen.”

Your eyes widen. You’re watching Lohen’s face as he shakes hands with the other man, noticing how warm his expression looks. It’s certainly not the face of a man who swore he’d protect you, and certainly not the actions of one who swore he’d kill for you.

But you trust him. You trust him with your heart, your soul, your whole life; if he wants it.

You need to trust him.

“Bun and I were going to watch the fireworks,” Lohen says. “Wanna come with?”

He gathers all your bags on one arm before holding his hand out for his cider. You pass it to him, and the way his fingers brush yours makes you feel safe. With another swipe at your eyes, you smile at him.

“I know a really good spot,” Lohen says, his eyes trained on you. “You can practically see everything up there.”

He offers you his hand. You reach out and take it.

“Oh…nah,” Tod says, sounding awkward. “I’m not a fan of third-wheeling. Thanks, though.”

“You should come.” Lohen’s smile persists. “You won’t feel like a third-wheel at all—promise.”

Something feels off. Maybe Tod can sense it, or maybe he can’t, but either way, he asks, “You sure about that?”

“Uh-huh. You don’t mind, right, Bun?”

You do, but you shake your head like you don’t.

“It’s settled then. Come on, Tod, we’re friends now!” Lohen grins charmingly. “Isn't it normal for friends to go watch the fireworks together?”

“...Sure is,” he answers, reflecting Lohen’s grin with one of his own. “Guess I’ll bite.”

Lohen’s grin widens.

For some reason, that look gives you chills.

Lohen sets your bags at the base of a tree, which looms over the hill you stand upon. Your eyes run over the long, sturdy branches and chlorophyll green leaves, and when one falls, you reach your hand out to catch it.

“Give me one sec, Bun,” Lohen says. “I promise I’ll be right back.”

“What?” The leaf falls from your hand. You immediately stiffen and shake your head. “No, don’t go anywhere. I thought we were going to watch the fireworks.”

“We are,” he tells you. “I promise, this’ll be quick.”

That’s what he said last time. And look how that had ended up for you.

“Tod,” Lohen says. “Gotta ask you something. Bun’s a bit shy about it, so…mind walking with me for a sec?”

He’s winking at the sandy-haired man, and you don’t know why. Something about the way Tod’s eyes look you up and down before he gives Lohen a grin makes you feel nauseous. You don’t like the implication behind Lohen’s words, but at the same time, they sound awfully hollow.

“Be right back, pretty girl,” Lohen murmurs, kissing your cheek.

It saddens you, but you let him go.

Leaning against the white fence that separates the top of the hill from the city below, your fingers curl around the chipped edges. Lohen and Tod walk off, chatting about indiscernible things, and you’re left alone with your thoughts.

You keep them quiet.

The sky has been darkening gradually, but by the time the first firework blooms into the sky, its vibrant colors stand out against the black sky. The pop of the red sparks are deafening, but their beauty makes up for it all the same. Another firework launches into the sky with a sizzle, and when a plume of smoke ignites, it bursts into a dazzling series of blue with a loud bang!

Multicolored fireworks blast through Mond’s nighttime sky. They’re beautiful, but you wish Lohen was watching them with you too.

When the night drags on, when the show grows grander, your skin starts to turn cold. A lump forms in your throat, and you start nervously drumming your fingers along the fence. Flecks of white paint stick to your fingertips, peeling away to reveal the cheap wood beneath.

What’s taking him so long?

“Boo.”

When Lohen speaks directly into your ear, you scream. A firework pops at the same time, completely drowning out the sound of your voice. He laughs, curling an arm around your hips, and says, “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

Your eyes move to his vacant side. “Where’s Tod?”

Lohen smirks. “Don’t worry about it. I just gave him a piece of my mind, is all. Told him to fuck off.”

When his face turns fully to yours, you notice something splattered against his cheek. It’s a small dot of something, that drips down his face and over the mole under his eye—.

No. You don’t see anything. His face is clean. And even if Lohen’s words sound hollow, you make yourself believe them.

You need to believe them.

Lohen turns, showing you the left side of his face only. With a fond smile, he looks to the sky above and says, “It’s a good spot, isn’t it?”

Your arm wraps around his hips, holding him as tightly as he holds you. Nodding, you say, “It’s perfect.”

His hand strokes you up and down. As pink fireworks burst into streams of light, they bathe his face in their soft, rose color.

You’re leaning forward before you even realize it.

He turns his face.

Bang!

As the fireworks pop over your heads, your mouth opens to Lohen’s.

Bang!

His hands grip your hips. You feel the rumble of his moan, tickling your mouth as he kisses you back. Your hands rise to his face, pressing into his warm, soft cheeks, which are dry on both sides. Nothing smears against your palm, and even if it does, you don’t care.

Bang!

The way he leans into you, the pressure of his body combined with his kiss, sets your heart ablaze.

Bang!

Lohen’s lips withdraw from yours. A shimmering strand connects you both, until it bursts like the fireworks overhead.

Even under the deafening pops and sizzles, you know what he’s saying.

“I love you.”

Your fingers slot into his hair, and you bring his mouth back to yours.

It’s nearly midnight, and you’re in Lohen’s condo, naked before him with your hands pressed to the mattress beneath you. His eyes stare at your chest, a smile rising to his face as color blooms in his cheeks.

“I, uh…” He steps closer, placing a gentle hand to your knee. “I had a lot of fun today. Thanks for coming with me.”

The way his thumb brushes your skin gives you pleasurable chills. You smile back up at him, lifting his free hand to your cheek.

“I had a lot of fun too,” you tell him. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course.”

The silence between you stretches on. You stare at him, he stares at you, and in an instant, you know what he’s thinking.

Slowly, you drag his hand from your face to your neck. You guide his palm across the flat of your chest before directing him to your breast. It doesn’t take much encouragement for him to start squeezing.

“Bun,” he says, his voice quiet. “For a while now, I’ve kinda been wondering about something. And if the answer’s no, that’s fine.”

Your heart skips a beat. Lohen gropes you beneath his palm, and your cunt throbs. You watch the curl of his fingers, your breath coming out shaky between your parted lips. When you look back up at him, you watch his throat bob.

“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he murmurs. “But I’ve just been wondering…if you want me to put it in this time?”

Your breath catches in your throat. You look down at his pelvis, where his dick is standing, his pink tip spewing precum already. It’s not a sight you haven’t seen before, but something about thinking of it inside of you, scares you.

But you trust him.

You need to—.

“I-if you want to,” you stammer, “then, yes.”

“I…only wanna do it if you want to,” he replies. “If you don’t, that’s fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I’ve just never…I’ve never done that before.”

His eyes widen. The way he squeezes your breast is so hard, it almost hurts.

“You’ve never…had sex?”

Your ears burn. You want to tell him that you’ve only ever used your mouth or your hands, but you don’t want to bring up the past. When Lohen leans in, his lips brushing the bridge of your eyebrow, you flinch and squeak, “I haven’t.”

Both of his hands lift to your face. He presses a kiss so chaste, but so firm to your forehead, it feels like there’s something sacred between you. His breath quivers when he says, “So I’d be your first.”

“My…my only.”

The way he looks at you carries a weight you’ve never seen from him before. Your face burns from the implication of your words, but you don’t regret them. As long as Lohen will have you, you don’t intend to look for companionship anywhere else. He’s all that matters to you now, and as far as you’re concerned, he’s all that matters for the foreseeable future.

Because he loves you. You’ve never known love, and you certainly don’t know how it’s supposed to feel, but this feels right.

It needs to feel right. It needs to feel right. It needs to feel—.

“Do…do you want to?” Lohen asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. “It’s not a big deal if you don’t. I can wait.”

No, no—you’re tired of making him wait. Your hands tremble, but you grip his wrists firmly when you say, “I want to.”

“Don’t feel pressured just because I asked—.”

“I want to,” you repeat, squeezing his arms in your hands. Without a shred of hesitation, you say, “I want you to fuck me, Lohen.”

“Oh,” he answers, his face turning red. He lets out a nervous laugh, saying, “You’ve never talked to me like that before.”

You smile. “You don’t like it?”

“I fuckin’ love it,” he laughs. “You’re sexy, Bun.”

When he presses his lips to yours, you laugh against him. He leans forward, you plop onto the mattress, and with his body on top of yours, he lavishes you with kisses. Your arms reach around his back, pulling him as close to you as you possibly can. You feel him against your mound, hard and leaking, throbbing every so often. It feels good, when his hips shift a little and he rubs against you. You’re sure that when it’s inside you, it’ll feel a thousand times better.

“I’ll warm you up first,” he murmurs into your neck. “Get you good and wet for me.”

His words alone can make you flow like a river. When he sucks at your neck, you let out a hot breath of air, turning your head to give him access. His kisses are gentle, and he reaches back for your legs, hiking them across the mattress.

“What works best for you?” he asks. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Th-this is fine,” you whisper.

“You can be a little selfish sometimes, you know? I really wanna pamper you tonight, Princess.”

The way he crawls back, his kissing lips descending down your throat, has your heart racing. You’re breathless when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, and when he gives you a firm suck, you whine his name.

“You’ve already…you’ve already pampered me,” you pant out. “All those souvenirs…paying my bills…”

“That’s nothing,” he insists. Running his tongue along your nipple, watching you as he does, he hotly says, “It’s only what you deserve, Bun.”

“What I deserve…?”

In all honesty, you’ve never thought about affection that way. It’s always been a one-way street for you—pretend to like a guy and he might give you an extra tip. Smile at him during a handjob, show a flash of your tits, and maybe he’ll add five or six extra dollars. You’ve never thought about yourself, or what you needed. You certainly didn’t think about what you deserved.

If Lohen’s telling you that you deserve to be treated like this, then don’t you?

“Ah,” you moan, caught off guard by the way his teeth rub your nipple between them. “Th-that feels good.”

He brings a hand to your other breast, giving you a firm squeeze. Your back arches into his touch, into his hot mouth, and as he licks away at your skin, your legs begin to squirm around him. You can tell that you’re soaking, but it feels so good that you don’t want him to stop. He’s slow with you, loving with you, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like you deserve him.

Your fingers run through his hair. You grip hard, whimpering for him. Lohen continues to shower you with attention, not stopping once, not even for air. The way his breath puffs through his nose is hot and sharp, sending goosebumps across the skin of your chest. His hand plays with you, his mouth caresses you, and with a rock of your hips, you bump yourself into his stomach.

“Lohen,” you gasp. “I think that’s good enough.”

“Mm?” His eyes flick up to yours, burning red things that make your knees weak. “You’re ready for me?”

“Y-yeah,” you answer, your face burning. “Here, let’s…in my purse. Lube and condoms.”

“I thought you only had lube,” Lohen says, reaching over for your bag on the nightstand.

“I…when we started dating, I…” You trail off, hiding your mouth behind your palm. “I got some just in case.”

“Oh? So you’ve been thinking about this for a while.” He flashes you a toothy grin. “Naughty, naughty, Bun.”

You giggle. He withdraws a blue strip of condoms and a couple packets of lube, watching you as he rips them open. You sit up on your elbows, watching him with a fond smile.

Lohen holds up the small ring of plastic, raising an eyebrow at you. He points at his dick, and you laugh.

“I think you need some more sex ed,” you murmur.

“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you teach me something then?”

He holds it out to you, smirking. You shuffle to the edge of the bed, accepting it from him.

“I can fit my whole fist in here,” you tell him as you lower the rubber to his tip. “I know we can fit your dick in it.”

He lets out a snort. “Wonder what else we can fit my dick in.”

“Stop,” you giggle. “There you go. I told you it would work.”

You reach for the lube next. Just like that first night you ever put your hands on him, you squeeze it into your palm before running it along his shaft. Lohen’s lips curl into a coy smile, and when you rub your hand up and down, he stifles a grunt.

“Feels kinda weird,” he says. “I like it better without it.”

“If you’re putting your dick in me,” you purr, “you’re definitely not going without it, sir.”

“That’s fair. You’re not on birth control, right?”

“I don’t have sex, Lohen.”

“Hey, as far as I know, there’s lots of reasons that girls take birth control. It’s not always for a man.”

You laugh. “You’re such a feminist, Detective Lohen. So thoughtful.”

“You like that, don’t you?” he shoots back with a grin.

Admittedly, you do. Maybe a bit too much, because even though he hasn’t been touching you, your cunt’s still throbbing for him. He kisses your forehead, and in a low murmur says, “Lay back down.”

You do as he says. He clambers over you, sticking his fingers into another packet of lube. With a charming smile, he asks, “How many do you think you can handle?”

“Um,” you say, recalling the various nights you’ve pleasured yourself. “Honestly, you might be able to just put it in. I’ve, uh…I haven’t fucked anyone, but…I’ve used…dildos.”

You feel embarrassed when it comes out of your mouth. Lohen doesn’t look at you any differently, though.

“What did you think about?”

Right after he asks that, two of his fingers curl into you. You feel them stretch your insides, your hands flying to his shoulders. The base of his palm sits against your clit, and as he watches you expectantly, those fingers move in and out of you.

“N-nothing really,” you mutter. “I mean…just the general concept of…someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

Those fingers of his curl deeper. Your teeth chew at your lower lip.

“Someone nice,” you whisper. “And handsome. That loves me.”

“Mm. Sounds like before you even met me…you were thinking of me.”

His fingers rub harder. You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“I was,” you whine. “And now I’m so happy. Because you love me.”

“Uh-huh,” he murmurs, his hot breath ghosting over your lips. “I love you more than anything, Bun.”

Your legs squirm again, and when he kisses you, you let out an unrestrained moan. Lohen’s fingers pull out of you, and with a light touch of his glans to your folds, he rubs you up and down.

“How about it?” he asks between kisses. “You ready for me, Bun?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Put it in, Lohen. Put it—in.”

Your head leans back into the pillow. The stretch of his head, pushing you open, making you part for him, makes your legs flail around his hips. Lohen’s shushing you as he slowly presses forward, and when his lips kiss your cheek, you realize that you’re crying. There’s something euphoric about opening yourself for him like this, so good that you can’t help but bawl. Pain, pleasure, your overflowing affections for him—they all have you clawing at his shoulders like he’s trying to leave you, anchoring yourself into his skin so that he’ll never run away.

“Oh, my God,” you gasp, blinking your tear-blurred eyes. “Lohen, that feels so good.”

“Y-yeah,” he grunts, his face a deep shade of rose. “Bun, you’re…fuckin’ tight.”

He withdraws his hips, and you practically throw your lower body around him. With all the strength you can muster, you pull him back into you, and when his dick slaps into your weeping hole, you let out a satisfied whine.

“Sh-shit,” Lohen mumbles. “Wait, Bun, calm down. I don’t wanna…” His throat bobs. “I don’t wanna cum yet.”

The way his fingers claw into the sheets by your head, how his face is beet red like the first time you laid your hands on him—it’s all so stimulating, that you could almost cum with him. He slows the draw of his hips, you ease your leglock around him, and when Lohen’s mouth descends onto yours, you moan his name against his own tongue.

“You feel so good, pretty girl,” he whispers fiercely. “Fuck, this is just as good as I always thought it would be. No…maybe even better.”

“Lohen,” you whimper. “You make me feel so good.”

“Good,” he whispers back, pressing his hands to your cheeks. “It’s what you deserve, Princess.”

Your voice comes out disjointed, high-pitched, and breathy. You claw at his back, pull him forward once more with the curl of your legs. Lohen practically slams into you, and that sensation has you over the moon for him.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice rough. “Bunny, I love you. I wanna take care of you forever.”

“Kiss me,” you beg. “Please.”

He doesn’t make you wait. Just like the knight he proclaims himself to be, he never makes his lady wait. If he does, it’s only because he’s protecting her. Because he knows what’s best for both him and his liege.

You love him.

Lohen’s hips stop hard. His voice comes out strained, higher-pitched than it normally is.

“Fuck Bun,” he gasps. “Sorry, I’m…I’m fucking cumming.”

His eyes roll back, and your cunt throbs around him. With loud, desperate-sounding moans, Lohen cums in you, his body pressing down into yours. His hips jerk, like he’s trying to push it in, but the rubber that separates your womb from his tip won’t allow it. Regardless, that feeling, the rub of his girth against the base of your clit, even through the barrier of plastic, makes you whimper for him.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he whines. “You’re the love of my life, Bunny.”

He’s yours. You know it in your heart.

“Lohen,” you whimper, your eyes pressing shut. “Lohen, you…a little more, please—.”

When his hand reaches between your legs, you lean your head back and wail. He rubs your clit hard, maintaining the intensity as his dick remains within you. Your hole throbs and clenches, desperate for him to thrust again, but with that loving rub of his, your body knows no better. Gasping with tears flowing down your cheeks, you grab Lohen by the hair and cry.

“I really…!” you whimper, your body tensing with release. “I really…! Lohen, I really…!”

“Shh,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”

Fuck, you’re screaming for him. It’s so loud, and you’re so embarrassed, but for some reason, you can’t say those three simple words? He’s pouring his heart into you, making you feel like a goddess, and what do you have to say in return? You know you love him—you love him more than you love existing, more than you love breathing. With all he does for you, he deserves to know that.

“I l—.”

His lips press to yours. Your thoughts melt away under the heat of his breath, and with your hands pressed to his cheeks, you cry. Lohen’s hand is still moving, your hips are still flailing, and when you cum a second time, you bite his lip so hard that you taste blood.

He bites you back.

Fuck, does that hurt. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good.

You part from each other. The red stamp of your teeth mars Lohen’s lip, as you’re sure that his mars yours. The ring around his mouth, the ring around yours—they’re a perfect match, aren’t they?

Just like you and him.

You smile amidst your tears, letting out a laugh. Lohen laughs back before flopping on top of you. The way he kisses your face feels so tender, so intimate. You hug him so tight, you don’t know if his back or your arms will give out first.

“I love you, Bun,” he croons into your ear. “I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” With a soft kiss to your face, he whispers, “I’ll always keep you safe, Bunny.”

You close your eyes and smile.

After all, you believe him.

You dream of Tohler. You dream of Allec. You dream of Tod. All three of them leer at you like wolves encroaching upon an isolated lamb. You’re chained to the ground by restraints you can’t fight, and when you feel the touch of Tohler’s hand on your thigh, you scream. Allec grabs your hair, Tod unfastens his belt, and you’re dribbling snot and tears down your face as it all unfolds.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots. Three fireworks. They pop over your head, sparkling and shimmering, and by the time you look down, three men lay dead at your feet.

Your restraints are gone. Smoke trails out of the tip of Lohen’s silver revolver, like it’s the butt of a cigarette. It’s hot here, like the stuffy breakroom at the cabaret. You catch your reflection in the vanity mirror, and all the bulbs along its borders are dead, save one. It flickers, repeatedly thrusting your form in and out of darkness, only for you to eventually be obscured by Lohen’s back.

Even though you’re filthy; even though you’re dirty, sinful, full of shame; he cups your face in his hands and kisses you.

You wake up in tears.

Lohen’s shirt is clutched in your hand. With a shaky exhale, you realize he’s still here with you.

You bury your head back into his shoulder. Listening to the steady, slow beat of his heart, you stroke your palm across his chest.

“I love you,” you rasp out.

Then, your eyes fall closed.

if you made it this far, thank you! i hope you enjoyed! I plan to post Chapter 7 on 8/19! c: masterlist | fic masterlist

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