his sweetheart,

but, i kinda hope they catch us.

[xuanzhe]

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[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?”

You felt a nervous sweat dot your brow. Wringing your fingers before yourself, you said, “Um, show me again?”

“Sure, sure. Step back like this…one fist to your chin, the other in front…then wham!”

The way Lohen’s fist punched through the air was already giving you a heart attack. You gawked at him when he started to bounce back and forth on his heels, explaining to you, “You can even throw a jab like this! Then a straight! Then a good old uppercut!”

His lithe body moved through the steps as your mind struggled to come to terms with them. Massaging your hands together, you winced when Lohen let out an excited laugh. His crimson eyes twinkled as they stared at you, a smirk pushing one corner of his lips higher than the other.

“Oh, don’t look so scared. It kinda turns me on.”

“Shut up,” you said, heat pooling in your cheeks. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“What? That’s, like, kinda the whole point.” He grinned, popping his eyebrows at you. “Come on, you know you wanna try it. Give it a go. Hit me!”

He spanned his arms out like he was waiting for a hug, but you knew Lohen better than to assume that. You probably would have preferred if he was in a snuggling mood, though, because you weren’t even sure how to approach the act of punching your boyfriend in the face.

“I don’t know,” you stammered. “It doesn’t really feel natural. Like…I don’t think I’d be able to hit you just because you asked me to.”

“Bun, you’re overthinking it.” He flapped his fingers inwards, towards himself. The smug grin on his face persisted when he said, “Just do it. Will it help if I tell you I want it?”

Not really, because you could already tell that’s what he wanted.

“Hm.” Lohen crossed one arm over his chest, the other coming up with his pensive fist. He rubbed his chin, observing you with a raised eyebrow as he continued to let out thoughtful hums. He raised one eyebrow, let it fall, then raised the other eyebrow, and let that one fall too.

“Stop doing that,” you mumbled. “It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah?” Lohen asked, shifting his brows across his forehead again. “Does it make you mad?”

“Not mad, just uncomfortable—.”

“What if I burned down the library?” he asked chipperly. “Would that make you mad?”

“What?! I’d be devastated!” you shot back. “Lisa and I have spent so long arranging every text in that library! There’s centuries of knowledge in there! You can’t just go and burn it down!”

“Mm,” Lohen said, his teeth biting into his grinning lower lip. “I like it when you yell at me…but I’m afraid that won’t stop me from burning your precious books to the ground, sweetheart.”

“You’re not actually going to do something like that. I know you’re just saying that. R-right?!”

The words left your lips, but your brain was already fixated on an image of chaos. Lohen, sneaking into the Knights of Favonius library with a match in his hand, waiting for you to organize every last book return and label each new addition before casually setting the place ablaze.

Oh, that was definitely a possible outcome. Knowing him, he’d be so covert about it that you wouldn’t even notice until the whole place was nothing but ashes.

“You’re maaad,” he said in a sing-song voice. “So mad you could punch me. Right?”

“Are you trying to threaten me into beating you?!”

“Pft! Oh, come on, you know I’d never do that! It’s just a bit of light coercion.”

Was he bluffing or was he serious? Did you really want to wait around and find out?

“Hey, what was the name of that porn book you’ve been reading?” Lohen asked, tapping his chin. “The one from that series you’ve been waiting on for the past two years?”

Your cheeks smoldered into flames. Indignantly, you snapped, “Fate’s Glimmer is not a porn book! It’s a romantic tragedy that analyzes the conflicts between conquest and birthright—!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Lohen waved his hand dismissively, his smirk growing wider. “I’m pretty sure you left your porn book on my nightstand. Wouldn’t you just hate if something were to happen to it? I mean, you went and got the collector’s edition and all…” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Waste of money if you ask me. Why read porn when you could just fuck me—!”

—WHAP!

Lohen’s head whirled from the impact of your fist against his cheek, his words struck dead on his tongue. Your knuckles protested with throbbing pain, but by the Archons if it didn’t feel good to wipe that smug smile off his face. It was one thing for him to burn down the library, but to incinerate Fate’s Glimmer: Collector’s Edition Vol. 24? He had gone too far!

“It’s a romantic tragedy!” you barked. “It's a brilliant analysis on how war impacts families and intimate relationships! Any explicit content is solely for the purpose of accompanying the plot, but you wouldn’t understand that, you…! You…! Ugh!”

Lohen’s mouth hung open, his eyes wide during your whole tirade. As you came down from your moment of fury, you quickly snapped back to your senses.

You had just punched Lohen in the face. Over a book. You assaulted your boyfriend; over a novel.

You winced. “I’m sorry—.”

“—fuck,” Lohen said over you, red seeping into his face. He tongued at the inside of his cheek, moaning. “Good job, Bun. Now do it again.”

“You are just so—!” Your hands curled up into fists before you let out a ragged sigh. “No, I’m not going to hit you again!”

His eyes turned half-lidded, a perverse smile settling across his lips. Slowly, he drawled, “Then I guess I’m gonna piss in your porn book.”

Before you could stop yourself, your body was launching across the room, barreling straight into his.

Lohen liked playfighting a bit too much. Maybe it was because you’d stand no chance against him in a real fight—and you wouldn’t ever be foolish enough to try. Since he couldn’t spar with you, he spent most of his time finding other ways to force you into a tussle.

His face loomed over yours, cackling.

“Hey, Bun! Remind me what the characters in your ‘romantic tragedy’ were doing in that last chapter you told me about?!”

You let out an anguished groan, heat bathing your cheeks as you stared into his mocking red eyes. Lohen laughed, his hands pinning your shoulders to the ground, and in a teasing voice asked, “Why the hesitation, sweetheart? I thought it was an analysis on war!”

“Ugh, screw you!” you spat, pushing up into his chest with the flat of your palms. “Corina and Zand finally reunited after a whole year! It’s only natural for there to be tension!”

“And what did they do during their glorious reunion? What’d they do with all that tension—huh, Bun? Enlighten me!”

You shoved your body weight forward, and even though he was far stronger than you, he pretended to flip onto the ground anyway. He grinned from ear-to-ear as you sat atop of him, your hands curled into the collar of his shirt.

“They’re in love!” you sputtered, the burning sensation in your face intensifying. “They haven’t seen each other in a year! It’s only logical they would…!”

“It’s only logical they would…!” he mocked in a high-pitched, girly voice. “Logical they would what, Bun? Do a little bit of this?!”

You yelped when he bucked his hips underneath you, sending you bouncing atop his lap as his laughter filled your ears. You pressed your hand to his mouth, trying to suffocate those uncontrolled chortles under your palm, but Lohen only moaned and bit you.

“Ow!”

“You like that, bunny?” he asked, his grin splitting his face in two. “You wanna bounce on me just like Corina bounced on Zand?”

“Stop!” you whined, stuck between a strange cross of irritated and horny. “You’re so annoying!”

“That didn’t sound like a no to me!”

His hips popped up into yours again, the bulge in his trousers meeting the skirt of your dress. Glaring at him, you snapped, “You can’t seriously be horny right now!”

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned exaggeratedly. “Yell at me some more, won’t you, babe? I might just bust.”

“Why are you like this?!”

“Oh, I can be worse! Wanna hear my best impression of you when you’re bouncing on my dick?”

“No, of course I don’t—!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” he mimicked, rutting up against you all the while. “Lohen, slow down! I’m gonna cuuum!”

With a furious scream, you lifted him by his collar—which he let you do—before thrusting him back into the ground. His laugh was borderline-maniacal, tears budding at the corners of his eyes as he play-struggled beneath you. But before you could think to move, your world was spinning, and with your back pressed solidly into the ground, Lohen was on top of you again. He rutted against you with sharp, sporadic thrusts, mimicking, “Lohen, Lohen, Lohen!”

“Fucking stop it!” you blurted.

“Oh, but you’re wet, aren’t you? I don’t even have to touch you to feel it.”

No you were not wet for Lohen while he dryhumped you across the floor of your living room and imitated the way you moaned for him when he fucked the living soul out of you—.

“I’m wet,” you mumbled, your heart pounding against your ears.

“Of course you are,” he purred. “Your brain’s all addled from that porn book of yours. You don’t even notice how horny you get when you read it, do you?”

“Stop,” you complained, pressing your eyes closed. “I most definitely do not get horny while reading it.”

“You do,” he purred, hips rocking, hands rising to your face. “I sit and watch you read sometimes. When you start biting your lip, that’s how I know you’re at the smut part.”

“I don’t do that,” you protested.

“Yeah you do, Bun. And you start looking around too, trying to make sure I can’t see those filthy little pages of yours.”

Of course Lohen would notice something like that, even when you thought you were being covert about it. There wasn’t much you could hold over his head in the surprise variety—you even stopped trying to hide his birthday presents after the third foiled attempt. After you got together, he suggested that next time you cut the gimmicks and show up with a bow taped to your tits and a dagger in your hand.

Lohen’s laughter drove the scene from your mind. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your mouth, after which he said, “Want me to fuck you?”

You closed your eyes and whimpered, “Yes.”

Your fingers curled into Lohen’s shoulders as he moved atop of you. Legs tucked over his back, you encouraged the forward motion of his hips with each of his hard thrusts. Lohen nibbled at your chin, his nails scratching against the hardwood floor beside your head.

“You’re so embarrassed,” Lohen said, laughing against your jaw. “How adorable.”

Your cunt throbbed in response to his provocation, squeezing around his girth. Lohen’s tongue plopped onto your chin, and with a lazy drag upwards, smeared his wet saliva all over your face. When he reached your mouth, you stubbornly kept your lips pressed closed.

“Huh?” he asked. “You don’t want your kisses? When you’re the one who always whines about them?”

He snapped his hips forward again, making you release a strained moan into the air. The way Lohen fucked into you mashed against the sweet bundle of nerves pocketed inside, and he wasn’t a stranger to abusing that. He angled himself better for it, and it was somewhat painful when he stabbed into it again, but your pleasure was undeniable. Lohen tried for your mouth again, and you quickly clamped your panting lips shut.

He chuckled, his teeth nipping your upper lip. You flinched, and he giggled more.

“You mad at me?” he asked teasingly. “Just ‘cause I made fun of you for reading erotica?”

Your brows furrowed together. “It’s not eroti—! Mm!”

Ah, he had gotten you with that one. While your mouth was open, snapping at him, he had leaned down to slot his against yours. His hot tongue broke past your lips, waltzing around between your teeth like it owned the place. He moaned against you, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks, and gave you another solid thrust.

Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt. Eyes fluttering shut, you felt yourself slip into a state of pure bliss.

But then things started to get cold. You thought you were imagining it at first, that maybe it was just a shiver, but then your teeth started chattering against the soft of Lohen’s tongue. He crooned a naughty little giggle, and the reason behind your frigid state became startlingly clear.

Shuddering, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling his body further into yours. You turned your face away from his kiss, clinging to his warm frame as you barked, “Why are you doing that?”

Of course, you were referring to his inappropriate use of his cryo vision. Lohen snickered.

“I like it when you cling onto me,” he purred. “Makes me feel good.”

“It’s c-cold,” you complained.

“Then I guess you’ll have to cling a little bit harder.”

“Lohen…”

You groaned, but you wrapped yourself around him tighter anyway. With both arms and legs holding him in a vice-like grip, you hooked your chin over his shoulder, your cheeks warm. He nuzzled into the side of your face, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek all the while. For a guy who complained about the mundanity of kisses and cuddles, he sure was a hypocrite whenever he was on top of you like this. You had even started wondering if he liked it more than you did.

Your palms, flat against his back, stroked across his blue button down. He let out a breath against your cheek.

“You feel good,” you murmured.

His hips stuttered. Lifting his face back over yours, Lohen grinned at you, red consuming his cheeks from ear to ear.

“Yeah?” he said. “You like me or something, Bun?”

You cracked a smile back, rolling your eyes. “You’re so silly.”

“Heh…cheeky girl. I’ll show you silly.”

He rammed into you harder, his brows furrowed, but with a satisfied smile still etched across his face. You moaned his name, your eyes trained on that wicked grin of his. When his mouth descended onto yours, you dug your nails into the fabric of his shirt.

“Mm,” he moaned. Between wet, sloppy mashes of his mouth against yours, “Gonna fuck you silly, Bun.”

Embarrassing, but you liked the sound of it.

“Gonna make you go, oh, Lohen!”

Okay, now he was just being a dick. Your cunt was still throbbing though, so what did that say about you?

“Ah, Lohen, stop!” he mocked, his shoulders shaking with his laughs. “Good impression, no?”

“Can you not make fun of me while you’re fucking me?!”

“Aw, but I like it! You’re so cute when you’re mad, Bun!”

“Just shut up and fuck me!” you sputtered.

“Ha! Well, if you insist.”

“Oh,” you moaned suddenly, feeling the stroke of his cock shift into a pound. His tip fucked that spot you adored like he’d never get a chance at it again, and as pleasure shot through your core in hot waves, you sputtered, “Yeah, just…just like that.”

“I’m gonna make a bingo card next time,” he purred. “Fill it full of the shit you say when you’re about to cum.”

Why, oh why did you like it when he made fun of you like that?

“I wonder if it’s gonna be slow down! or not yet! this time. What do you think, Bun?”

“Slow down,” you slurred, your heels digging into his hips. “Fuck, Lohen, slow down.”

“Like music to my ears.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. “Please stop.”

“But I want you to cum, pretty girl.”

Oh fuck him.

Lohen laughed when you slipped into it, your hands clawing at the back of his shirt while you mewled and moaned the exact way he had made fun of you for. You felt the sting of his hips into yours, a bit of biting cold that he couldn’t control, preceded by the lively throb of his dick inside you. Your back arched as though you were being pulled to Celestia, but Lohen’s body kept you tethered, holding you right where you were.

“Fuuuck,” he drawled, his eyes unfocused. He grinned, but the expression twitched, shifting his face between a smug one and a desperate one. Fingers clawing into the floor beneath you, Lohen half-spat, half-moaned, “Bunny.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were cumming again—.

“Good…good job,” he said, his voice lilting into a whimper. “You’re my…my everything, Bunny.”

Tears budded at the corners of your eyes. Holding him ever so tight, you whined back, “I love you.”

He exhaled a shaky laugh. Lowering his head, the tip of his nose brushed against yours.

“Pretty girl,” he crooned. “I love you more.”

With an ear-splitting smile, tears ran down your cheeks as you laughed. Lohen craned down to kiss you, swallowing your giggles and salty tears along with your hot tongue.

“Mm,” he said when he withdrew. “Still gonna make that bingo card.”

Your smile immediately fell flat. Whamming your fists against his shoulders, Lohen only nuzzled into you and laughed.

What a pain of a boyfriend. He was stupid, reckless, and borderline psychotic.

Yet in the depths of your heart, you knew you wouldn’t want him any other way.

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[mrs-luuk88]

This is my dream man.

[lovezaynie]

kento taking his pregnant wife to the beach

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

one ordinary afternoon, he came home a little earlier than usual, set his briefcase by the door, kissed your forehead, and placed two tickets on the dining table. you raised an eyebrow curiously while one hand rested on your seven-month belly, already large enough for rei to seem determined to remind the entire world that she existed with constant little kicks. kento waited patiently for you to read the destination before speaking.

"i thought that... if she can already hear our voices, then she deserves to hear the ocean too."

for several seconds, you didn't say a single word. you simply hugged him tightly, feeling another little kick at the exact moment your belly pressed against him. nanami let out a quiet laugh and gently caressed the spot where he had felt the movement.

"it seems she agrees."

your first encounter with the coast was much more emotional than either of you had expected. the air carried that unmistakable salty scent that seemed to clear your lungs the moment you breathed it in, seagulls crossed the sky with their cries while the waves broke with a hypnotic calmness, and the sand was warm beneath your bare feet.

you walked slowly because kento had practically become your shadow ever since the pregnancy had progressed. one hand stayed around your waist, while the other carried a bag with sunscreen, water, fruit, a huge beach umbrella, two towels, a book for you, another for him, and a few snacks that had become part of your daily cravings.

every few steps, he glanced down at your belly to make sure you were walking comfortably, and every time rei decided to stretch one little leg from inside, he smiled like a man who still couldn't believe that such a tiny little person truly existed.

it didn't take long for you to discover that a woman who was seven months pregnant was practically a magnet for children's curiosity. while kento finished setting up the umbrella, a small group of kids building sandcastles nearby began watching you with the complete lack of subtlety that only children possess.

they whispered among themselves, pointed at your belly, then hid behind a sand bucket, convinced no one could see them. meanwhile, you could barely hold back your laughter. finally, the bravest of them all, a little boy about five years old wearing a completely crooked blue cap, walked up to you with the utmost seriousness.

"ma'am..." he asked quietly, "...is there a baby in there?"

you nodded with a wide smile, "yes, there's a baby girl."

the boy's eyes widened as though you had just revealed the greatest secret in the universe, "can i say hi to her?"

kento, who had been watching the scene from a few yards away, was already prepared to step in if you felt uncomfortable, but you simply nodded.

the little boy placed his hand on your belly with heart-melting gentleness, as though he feared he might break something incredibly fragile.

there were barely two seconds of complete silence. then... thump! rei delivered such a clear little kick that the boy's tiny hand practically bounced on your belly.

he pulled his hand back in complete surprise before bursting into contagious laughter, "she answered me!" he shouted to his friends.

in less than a minute, there were already four children surrounding you, asking to take turns 'saying hi to the baby.' nanami watched the improvised line with his arms crossed and an expression somewhere between amused and resigned. each new child placed a little hand on your belly, and rei, as though she were truly participating in the conversation, answered with another almost immediate kick.

"i think..." kento murmured as he walked over to you, "...our daughter is going to be quite sociable."

you laughed as another little girl let out a tiny squeal after feeling the movement, "or maybe she's just already practicing how to be the center of attention."

for nearly twenty minutes, rei was the true attraction of the beach. the children said goodbye with cheerful "bye, baby!"s, promised they would come play with her once she was born, and ran back toward the water completely convinced they had just made a new friend.

when the two of you were finally alone again, kento rested a hand on your belly and smiled with the quiet tenderness that suited him so naturally. "i couldn't have expected anything less. she's far too much like her mother."

you looked at him with mock indignation, "are you implying i used to talk to strangers?"

he tilted his head slightly, "once you ended up becoming friends with a woman at the supermarket while you were picking out tomatoes."

you thought about it for only a few seconds, "...that's true."

nanami let out a soft laugh, "exactly."

after a while, the heat became more intense, and you decided you wanted to wade into the ocean for a little while. the moment you mentioned it, kento was already organizing everything. he spread out a clean towel beneath the umbrella, rolled up another one so you could sit comfortably when you came out of the water, left a cold bottle within easy reach, and checked for the third time that the sunscreen had been properly applied to your shoulders.

while you slowly walked toward the shoreline to dip only your legs into the water, he stayed behind, carefully studying the sand with a concentration that was almost suspicious. he picked up a small plastic shovel that had been left nearby and started digging.

when you came back a few minutes later, your feet still wet, you found him finishing what looked like some completely inexplicable engineering project.

right in the middle of the sand was a perfectly round hole—not too deep, not too wide—positioned exactly where your belly would be.

you stared at it for several seconds before bursting into laughter. "what is this?"

kento looked up as naturally as if the whole thing made perfect sense. "your bed."

you looked at the hole again. then at your belly. then back at the hole. "...how did you know exactly what size to make it?"

he calmly put away the little shovel. "i've been looking at that belly every day for seven months." he answered as though that explained absolutely everything.

you looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and tenderness before carefully lying down on the towel.

and then something happened that you hadn't experienced in months:

your belly rested inside the little hollow without feeling any pressure at all. for the first time since your pregnancy had advanced, you were able to lie on your stomach without the slightest discomfort.

you let out such a long, satisfied sigh that you even closed your eyes ."kento..." you murmured, nearly melting. "...i think i love you a little bit more."

he sat down beside you, rested a hand on your back, and smiled proudly as he saw how comfortable you were. "that was the goal."

the two of you stayed there for a long while, listening only to the sound of the ocean. you rested with your face on your folded arms, enjoying a position you had missed so much, while kento absentmindedly traced small circles across your back with his fingertips. every now and then, his hand drifted down to the edge of the hollow to gently stroke the curve of your belly, and every caress was immediately answered from within. rei seemed to have absorbed the peacefulness of that place, moving slowly, as though she too was enjoying the sound of the waves.

nanami then rested his entire palm against your belly and looked toward the horizon with an almost imperceptible smile.

"do you hear that, princess?" he asked very quietly, knowing perfectly well that she already recognized his voice. "this is the ocean. your mom says it's one of the most beautiful places in the world."

another little kick answered from inside.

he let out a soft laugh. "yeah... one day you're going to run across this very same sand. you're going to build sandcastles, chase crabs, even though you'll probably be a little scared of them at first, and you'll fill your pockets with rocks and seashells that we'll keep finding around the house for weeks afterward..."

he paused as he gently stroked the same spot, "...and when you're a little older, daddy is going to teach you how to float while looking up at the sky, right here."

you turned your head slightly to look at him. the wind tousled his blond hair, the sunlight softly illuminated his features, and that hand still rested with infinite care over the place where the little proof of the love the two of you had built was growing.

in that moment, you realized that even though rei hadn't been born yet, she was already creating memories alongside both of you.

maybe she would never consciously remember that first visit to the beach, or the voices of the children who greeted her, or the endless sound of the waves, or the perfectly measured hollow where her mother was finally able to lie on her stomach for the first time in months.

but somewhere deep within her existence, she would always carry that day.

because even before opening her eyes to the world, she had already been loved beyond measure.

and to kento, that was exactly the gift he had wanted to give her when he decided to take both of his girls to meet the ocean.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

[chai-writes-stuff]

natural selection | lohen x reader | NSFW | oneshot

summary: your mother told you that a good bunny never trusts a hare. you're sorry, but you can't be the good girl she wanted you to be. themes: hybrid-canonverse!AU, hybrid-hare!lohen, hybrid-bunny!reader, breeding kink, teasing, bunny mannerisms, dry humping, mating press, standing sex, light humor, porn with feelings, smut and angst, they're in love your honor ♡ word count: 2.7k

It had been approximately seven days since you made accidental eye contact with a hare. Coincidentally, it had been approximately seven days since you were last able to catch a break.

“Too slow!” Lohen exclaimed. “Seriously, Bunny, try a little harder, won’t you?”

Your head whipped around desperately, trying to find the inconspicuous hare’s voice within the dense woods surrounding you. The floppy set of bunny ears on your head were no match for those of Lohen’s—a pair of hare ears that stood straight and were able to detect sound like no other. Feeling your heart pound against your ribcage, you were entrapped by the dire sensation of fight or flight. To run meant to invite him to chase, but to fight was certainly going to end in disaster. What was there for you to do other than to stand paralyzed, unsure of when or how Lohen was going to torment you this time?

“Boo!”

You screamed when you heard his voice, and with a maniacal laugh, he barreled into you. The momentum of your collision sent you both tumbling across the earthen ground, snapping branches and crushing fallen leaves in your wake. Your head was spinning by the time you stopped, that frustrating hare pinning you to the ground beneath him with a cocky grin on his face. You could already feel the bulge in his trousers, pressing into you as he leaned closer.

“You’re terrible at this,” he said, laughing. “Can’t you make the hunt a little more fun?”

“No!” you replied in a sputter. “I didn’t agree to it in the first place!”

“You think you’re gonna be agreeing to it if some other hare catches a whiff of you? If anything, you should be thanking me. It’s great training.”

Your chest heaved with erratic breaths. Staring up into his crimson eyes, your legs squirmed around his hips, heels digging into the mossy ground. Lohen watched you with his shiteating grin, letting you rut against him as your instincts overwhelmed your sensibilities. Rather whiny about it, you wailed, “What kind of mate are you?!”

“Oh, so now I’m your mate.”

“You’re the one who went and decided it!” you sputtered. “Be responsible for your actions!”

“I didn’t decide anything. All I said was that you’re a bunny and I’m a hare. It’s literally in our nature to fuck like crazy, so why not fuck each other?” His teeth peeked through his grin, one of his tall hare ears twitching as if it were nodding in agreement. “Less risky that way, yeah?”

You fervently shook your head. “Don’t talk to me about risk! You’ve put my life in danger for your ego ten times already!”

“Hey, hey—I’d never put you in danger,” he replied stubbornly. “I just use you to attract danger. I love messing with those horny rabbits that come running after you. It’s great entertainment. But,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I’d never let them touch a hair on your pretty little head, Bunny.”

“So then why do I have to train for it?!” you whined. “If you’re going to handle them anyway, then cut the theatrics and fuck me when I ask you to!”

“Jeez,” Lohen said, wincing. “Someone’s needy. To think just yesterday you smacked me for grabbing your ass.”

“You grabbed my ass in public!” you growled. “At work! In front of so many knights!”

“So? How else are they gonna know you’re mine?”

“You are so irritating!”

Your nails clambered for purchase along his shoulders, your hips humping against the curve of his lap. Wetness spread through your undergarments, soaking into the crotch of his pants as you repeatedly mashed yourself into him. Lohen watched you struggle, snickering as he saw fit.

How did you even end up like this? You were simply a new addition to the Knights of Favonius’s ranks, and not even as a member of the militia force. Your role was one that was both simple and safe, a career path that your parents had always desired for you. Your mother had warned you time and time again that a good bunny remained out of the line of fire, kept her head down, and did not get entangled with hares.

“Lohen,” you were whining, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt throbbed, your hips flailing up against his. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh? ‘Need’s a strong word, Bunny.”

“You motherfucker,” you gasped, nails digging into his coat. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”

He snorted. “I think you’re begging plenty already, Bun. I’m just taking in the view, you know?”

“Ngh,” you grunted, hinging your knee forward, then back. Again, you pressed your crotch to his, and your leg moved with a mind of its own, your foot stomping into the ground beneath you. You pressed your eyes shut, feeling a shamed heat spread through your neck and into the tops of your cheeks. Your leg jerked repeatedly, and as your stomping grew faster, Lohen only laughed. Leaning his mouth down to your jaw, his voice ghosted hot across your chin.

“You’re so cute when you start thumping, Bun,” he purred in a low, rumbling voice. “Almost makes me wanna fuck you.”

You thumped your foot again, your heart pounding ten times as hard. Letting out a series of embarrassing, dissatisfied grunts, you wriggled beneath Lohen, your animal instincts flaring through your core. Slick upon slick upon slick—you were far too ready for him, but just like a troublesome hare, Lohen did not abide you. Your nails clawed at the fabric of his cape, tears budding the corners of your eyes when your angered grunts mixed with needy whimpers.

What would your parents think if they could see you now? What would your mother; the woman who warned you about hares since you were a child; say, were she privy to how attached you had become to one? You were supposed to be your parents’ golden bunny, yet here you were—laying on the forest floor with a hare on top of you, pleading for him to fulfill your carnal desires.

The worst part was that you didn’t care. Let your parents weep over their disappointment of a daughter. Whenever this hare set his hands on you, you felt alive.

“Please,” you were whispering, high-pitched and breathy. “Lohen, please, I—ngh.” Another involuntary thump of your foot. “I want you.”

He chuckled against the soft of your floppy ear. Giving you a playful nibble, he whispered, “Good job, Bun. I think I like the sound of that a little better.”

You exhaled, your breath shaking as it exited your throat. Lohen reached down to his hip, and when you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, you whined his name. He glanced at you with those gorgeous red eyes of his, the ones that had gotten you so whipped for him in the first place, and gave you a smirk so coy, you could die for him right then and there.

It wasn’t the fact that he was a hare that had you so entranced by him. It was the fact that that hare was Lohen.

“Lift up for me?” he asked, giving your legs the lightest of touches. You moved in accordance with him, and as he guided you through it, he said, “Uh-huh, like that.”

His teeth poked through his charming smile. Eyes roaming the length of your body, Lohen purred, “Good girl…you’re so flexible.”

Your knees quivered by your head. Truly, you weren’t built to bend or twist like this, but for Lohen, you would try.

“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands stroking the backs of your upturned thighs. His eyes were trained on your cunt, a flush of red decorating his grinning face. “Are you as wet as I think you are, Bun?”

Desperately, you nodded.

He relinquished a close-lipped laugh. “Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.”

The sensation of his hot glans against your slick folds sent you curving back into the moss. You reached for your knees, keeping them held back for him, even though your body burned from the strain of it. Making sounds that you’d rather die than hear when you weren’t in a mating state, your toes curled into your flailing feet.

“You’re thumping the air, Bun,” Lohen said, like it wasn’t already obvious. He continued to smear himself up and down the length of your cunt, providing barely enough stimulation to suppress your feral urges. You recalled how full he made you feel, every single night over the past seven days of knowing him, and grunted pitifully.

Hares were generally larger than bunnies—faster and far more powerful, too. Maybe that was why you were so attracted to Lohen, who was lithe like a bunny on the surface, yet so unmistakably hare below the belt. The stretch of his tip against your hole, teasing you, had you sobbing.

“Fuck—me,” you choked out, trying to thump, thump, thump. “Lohen, please. Do something useful, please.”

His sly grin fell from his face. Staring down at you with an open mouth, he began to pant into the air, his ears twitching erratically. Watching your face still, he rubbed his beading head against your sensitive clit, and in a murmur, said, “I wanna breed you so bad.”

That was the thing about hares and bunnies—they both had an insatiable desire to fuck, fuck, fuck—but they weren’t compatible for breeding. That was why bunnies like you were taught to be wary of hares like Lohen, with their silver tongues and promises of sweet nothings. Your whole life, you had been taught that a hare only wanted one thing from a bunny, and that was to use her as he saw fit.

“Bun,” Lohen said, red-faced and gasping. “I wanna breed.”

You couldn’t, and yet—.

“Put it in,” you gasped back. “Lohen, if you want to breed, you have to put it in.”

He let out an odd, strangled noise. Maybe he appreciated the fact that you didn’t point out the obvious, or maybe he was getting influenced by your own state of need. Whatever the case, Lohen’s thick head sank right into your dripping hole, and with a gradual push of his hips, you were full of him.

Were you crying? Were you calling his name? Or were you praying to the Archons above for forgiveness?

“How do you—,” Lohen’s breath hitched. “How do you want me, Bun?”

“Hard,” you slurred. “Hard, Lohen, hard.”

His boots shuffled across the grassy forest floor. Half-squatting over you, Lohen placed his hands to the back of yours, helping you keep yourself ever so delicately folded in half for him. After a glance at you, assessing your comfort level no doubt, he quickly smacked his pelvis to yours.

You were flailing again, your throat hoarse from your cries. Slowly, Lohen’s girth retreated within you, and right when you were just a touch from empty, it shoved into you all at once all over again.

“Lohen,” you were sobbing, your nails digging into your own flesh. “Lohen.”

“Bun,” he panted back. “You’re…so fuckin’ tight.”

The slam of his hips punctuated his sentence. This was almost too much for you.

“Fuck, I…” Lohen hissed aloud. “I want to breed so bad, Bun. Fuck a bunny right…into you.”

With each final word, came another forceful pound of his dick inside of you. Your lower lip was quivering from your sobs and whines, and when Lohen noticed, he squeezed his hands around yours, hesitating.

“How do you want me?” he asked tenderly.

“Harder,” you choked. “Even harder.”

Lohen held you midair. It was unfathomable, how quickly he could fuck you while also supporting all of your body weight in those lean arms of his. You had never doubted Lohen’s strength, but it was times like these that reminded you just how lucky you were to have a hare like him.

Your back was pressed to a nearby tree trunk, giving Lohen the leverage to grunt by your ear. The way he chuffed and whined, nuzzling against your floppy ear with lustful fervor all the while, made your mind feel fuzzier than the ears atop his head. The pound of his hips was relentless, reminiscent of a hare in rut, and as the wet slaps of his body against yours filled the air around you, you worried for a moment that you may attract the attention of any keen-nosed rabbits who happened to wander by.

“Bunny,” Lohen was gasping. “Your pussy feels so good.”

What could you do in response to that, other than grab a fistful of his hair and wail? His breath hitched against your sensitive ear, and in a growling voice, he asked, “You gonna take it?”

Yes, yes, yes—of course you would.

“How much?”

All of it. All of it.

Lohen laughed, that giggle slowly turning into a hot moan. Pounding you so fast that you weren’t sure your womb would make it through this, he dug his teeth into your neck and groaned.

“Bunny,” he mumbled through mouthfuls of your skin, sharp pain mixing with sweet pleasure. “I wanna give you a hare that looks just like you.”

Why did your eyes bud with tears, when you thought about the impossibility of it?

“Fuck, Bun,” Lohen gasped, fucking you so hard your back shifted up the tree with each thrust. “You’d be such a good mom.”

“Please stop,” you sobbed, your nails clambering for purchase in the flesh of his shoulders. “Lohen.”

“You’re gonna give me what I want,” he whispered, the bridge of his nose ghosting against yours, “won’t you, Bun?”

You biologically couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.

“Yes,” you whined anyway, throbbing and clenching around his plunging dick. “I will.”

His eyes widened. A shadow of darkness cast across his face, and in a soft, tiny whisper, he said, “Thank you.”

His mouth was on yours before you could think to respond. He kissed you hard, filling your mouth with the taste of mint bubblegum, a silly habit of his that you had found quite bunny-like for a hare, but was quickly becoming one of your favorite parts of him. Stretching your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close, the taste of your salty tears dancing between your clashing mouths. There was euphoria, there was longing, and there was a gnawing ache within you—the pain spurred from your inability to meet your mate’s needs.

If only you were a hare, like him. Strong like him, fast like him, able to keep up with his every move the way he was able to keep up with yours. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for you. Maybe Lohen would be happier.

“I love you,” he said when your lips parted, his cheeks as crimson as those sweet eyes of his.

Your lower lip trembled.

“Fuck,” he spat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Here you go, Bunny.”

Dear Gods, this was what you needed. To feel him pumping you full, filling your womb with every last drop of his love for you. To cum from the pure stimulation of his affections; gasping, hot, and blinding; knowing that even if his seed would never take, he loved you.

“Good girl,” Lohen whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Really good girl.”

“I love you,” you whined back, hiccuping through your sobs. “I wish I could be a mom for you.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry over it, Bun.” He smiled, his eyes softening. “You know I was just saying things, right? I don’t want you to stress over it.”

“I just,” you croaked, “want to give you what you want.”

“…You really do love me.”

You nodded. Lohen chuckled.

“Well. I’m glad you picked me, Bun.”

Your hands smoothed out around his shoulders. He leaned in so close, his smiling lips brushed yours.

“You can do it,” he crooned. “I’ll just fuck you until you can. Sound good?”

You smiled, laughing in spite of your tears. Nodding, you said, “That sounds wonderful, Lohen.”

“One more time then?”

“One more—time!”

Leaning your head against the pine-scented bark, you offered your prayers to Celestia. Once more, your favorite hare began another passionate attempt to complete you, and you couldn’t have been more enamored with him if you tried.

Sure, you may have been a bad daughter. Disobedient and unwise. But whenever Lohen touched you, you never felt anything but the love between you. If that was so wrong, then you didn’t mind being bad at all.

a/n: as soon as i did more research into bunnies vs hares and realized they couldn't mate... i was like shiet lets turn this a lil angsty. p.s. did yall know bunnies thump and grunt when mad? teehee. this is a oneshot that is tumblr-exclusive (for now)! if you liked it, please consider leaving a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ might crosspost it to AO3, but im not sure if i might want to continue this hybrid!AU so i'd rather wait and see first. if you would like to be tagged for my genshin x reader content, please check my rules post! ♡ 🩵⊹ lohen's bunnies Ი𐑼🩵 @windsgasp, @hk-library, @pandasandcreampuffs, @swansloves, @captaintucki, @fionnalovesanimeboys, @konzumeken, @jiaennie, @loonytunesmith, @darealsubreposter, @orphicmasterpeace, @h1ghscore, @narumichii, @lohensn1wifey, @zhongloml, @curiouslilbeast, @thatoneem0kid, @julie0444, @illegalseaweed, @rinsowangiy, @solluxyuriblast, @irrelevant-kermit, @ang3lfall, @kithewanderingme, @thimiko, @prettysweet02, @arisaturn, @agathawells, @kirbykirbx, @aoi-schoenheit, @heavyonsloth, @thatoneem0kid, @s-shsh, @soonette, @rioceanid masterlist | ask | ao3 | more of this pair

[s-ghost-r]

You can say with certainty that you've never seen Simon this drunk before.

The drunk text you got from Soap was a step away from being complete gibberish, but you were able to understand that he was telling you it was probably a good idea to come pick up your boyfriend.

You had no idea what to expect, but when you show up at the pub, Simon is slumped in the booth and the smell of booze is so strong you worry about any open flame sparking up around him. The moment he sees you he nearly tumbles out of his seat altogether from how violently he reaches out to you.

"Oi, lovie," he says, his accent thick with the alcohol. His big, clumsy hands land on you far heavier than they ever would sober. "There's my bird, my fu-" his voice catches in his throat for a moment from either a hiccup, burp, or nausea, "fuckin' baby."

"Yes, Simon, hello. I think it's time to go home." You glance over at Soap who's barely any better off than the giant man actively trying to crawl into your lap while you still stand. The sergeant just smothers a poorly hidden laugh behind his hands.

"'m drunk," Simon says like he's telling you a secret.

"I can tell."

"Don't divorce me, luv," he mumbles with such a hangdog look on his face it takes you a moment to realize what he said.

"Well, we'd first have to be married to do that."

"Wo'?"

"What do you mean 'what?'"

"We're no' married?" he says, looking genuinely distraught.

"No, baby." The dawning look of horror has you biting back a smile, not wanting to laugh directly in his face.

"But you're my wife."

You splutter. "Since when?"

"Fuckin' always."

"That's news to me. You want me to be your wife?"

"Yeah!" he hollers before immediately catching himself and looking up at you with those big, watery, brown eyes of his. "Sorry fer yellin'. I love you."

You lose the battle and can't help the laugh that punches out of your chest. Your hands cup his scarred, flushed face.

"I love you too, you silly, silly man. Come on, time to go home. You're not going to feel very good tomorrow."

Through a precarious balancing act you manage to get him more or less upright and on his feet all while your sweet boy mumbles to himself, "Wha', i's just yer my bloody wife, yeah? 'S my girl."

Oh, you are never letting him live this down.

[kkunai]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ husband!nanami hurries home when he hears you say you miss him over the phone :: tags. fluff.

“i miss you, hubby,”

—is all you said to your husband over the phone last night. kento had flown out of the country earlier that morning for a business trip and his absence was bothering you more than you expected it to.

but when you uttered those four words to him, you didn’t expect kento to appear at your doorstep not even a couple hours later. you stand frozen as your brain processes who you’re seeing in front of you.

“ken?” his nickname slips out of your mouth in a confused whisper.

kento lets out a breathy chuckle. a small smile plays at his lips at your surprise—exactly the reaction he expected.

“hello there, sweetheart,” he murmurs and steps inside before pulling you into a gentle hug, “i’m home.”

you don’t hesitate to hug him back. your head rests against his chest, hearing that familiar heartbeat that soothes your nerves. you stay like that for a good few moments before tilting your head back to look him in the eyes.

“so soon? i mean—i’m not complaining at all, but wasn’t your business trip an important one?” you ask, half worried that kento will get in trouble for dodging his missions.

the blonde man shakes his head. a large hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip as he admires your beauty. “nothing is more important than coming back to my wife when she says she misses me,” kento responds.

you flutter your lashes as you realise what had driven him to come back before his business was taken care of. it’s all because you whined at him over the phone, telling him you miss him—his presence, his touch, his scent.

the power you have over that man is quite mind boggling now that you think of it.

“no need to worry. i pulled some strings,” kento lowers his head to press a loving kiss to your forehead.

…ah, right. poor ino, you muse quietly as you realise the hidden meaning behind his words. kento’s protégé always covers for your husband whenever he needs it. you’re thankful for the young man.

you giggle before leaning in to plant your lips against kento’s. he returns the kiss with passion, one hand holding the nape of your neck while the other splays over the small of your back. your lips move in perfect sync until you’re breathless.

kento presses his forehead against yours after his ‘welcome home’ kiss. you open your eyes and find him smiling at you like you’re his entire world. a gentle smile only you’re able to witness.

your husband sneaks in another quick kiss before ducking his head, burying his face into the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent. he knows it’s not even been twenty four hours since you’ve last seen each other, but he needs you like crazy.

kento closes his eyes and his body relaxes in your embrace. he empties his head—no more stressing about anything business related. all that matters right now is his wife.

he leaves a small peck on your throat;

“i missed you more, dear. way more than you think.”

[mimuju]

olderbf!nanami headcannons ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

olderbf!nanami who never rushes you, no matter how impatient you get. you’re standing in front of your closet, frustrated, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto the bed.

"i have nothing to wear," you groan. he’s sitting in the armchair by the window, his tie already loosened, watching you with that calm, steady gaze.

"we have forty-five minutes," he says, his voice low and even. "take your time."

you huff, turning to face him. "you’re always so patient. it’s annoying."

he smiles, small and fond. "i’ve waited forty years to find you. i can wait forty-five minutes for you to pick a dress."

olderbf!nanami who always makes sure you eat before you leave the house. you’re running late, your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you grab your purse.

"we’re going to be late," you say, already halfway to the door.

he steps in front of you, a plate in his hand—toast with avocado, a soft-boiled egg, sliced fruit arranged neatly. "eat first."

you stare at him. "nanami, we don’t have time—"

"we have time," he interrupts gently, setting the plate on the counter. "you’re not leaving this house on an empty stomach. sit."

you sit. you always do. because when he looks at you like that—like taking care of you is the most important thing in the world—you can’t say no.

olderbf!nanami who never raises his voice, even when you’re being difficult. you’re arguing about something stupid—where to go for dinner, maybe, or whether you should cancel plans to stay in—and your voice is getting louder, your hands gesturing wildly.

he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you. "you’re not even listening!" you snap.

"i am," he says quietly. "i’m listening to every word. and when you’re done, we’ll talk about it calmly. like adults."

you deflate, your anger fizzling out. "you’re too kind to me," you mutter.

he steps forward, his hands finding your waist. "you’re worth the kindness."

olderbf!nanami who takes his time undressing you, like every layer is a gift he’s unwrapping. you’re in his bedroom, the lights dimmed, and you’re already reaching for his belt, impatient, wanting him now.

"slow down," he murmurs, catching your hands. "we have all night."

you pout. "i don’t want to wait."

he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but i’m going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better it’ll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until you’re standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."

olderbf!nanami who eats you out like it’s a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. you’re on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and he’s taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

"n-nanami—please—" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.

"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "i’m going to make you cum. but i’m going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.

you’re moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."

olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. you’re on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and he’s behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.

"nanami—h-harder!!—" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.

"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "that’s me. all of me. and you’re going to take every inch, just like this. until you can’t think about anything but how full you are."

olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. you’re straddling him, his cock inside you, but he’s not moving.

he’s just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.

"p-please, i.... i can't—" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.

"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."

"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."

he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."

you bite your lip, your face burning.

"please fuck me, nanami. please."

he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "that’s it," he praises. "that's my girl."

olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. you’re lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.

he’s stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.

"you’re too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.

"no such thing. you deserve everything. and i’m going to give it to you for as long as you’ll let me."

olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because he’s not done taking care of you yet. you’re half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.

"nanami—" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and you’re gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.

"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.

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[inkedbybrayy]

༺♡༻ thinking ab nanami’s kisses…

your husband’s appearance is very contradicting.

he's huge; broad shoulders, husky build, and standing at a towering 6'0.

and yet, he's so, so gentle.

more specifically, his kisses.

because he doesn't squeeze you or bite your lips like he's trying to devour your face.

no, nanami kisses you sweetly. like you're as delicate as spun glass.

you needed his kisses. craved them, even.

you didn't even care that he was a workaholic. didn't get upset when he had to leave you early in the mornings or when he returned so late at night that you were already damn near asleep. it didn't bother you, as long as he followed your one rule:

give you a kiss before he leaves and when he got back.

sure, it sounded a bit silly. some of your friends even called you addicted when you told them about it. but you didn't care. it was routine, and you planned on it staying that way.

so when morning came again and the first rays of light peeking through your bedroom window got paired with the familiar rustling of kento trying to get dressed without causing a disturbance, you don't get mad.

you just roll over and lay there, patient. waiting. you sit up groggily, a lazy hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

meanwhile nanami is busy tying his tie, back turned to you just enough to show off the carefully sculpted muscles of his back without even trying. your gaze wandered over him appreciatively.

it didn't take long for him to realize you'd woken up. it was hard not to notice with you literally staring holes into the back of his head. he glances over his shoulder, expression softening instantly at the sight of your sleepy face.

"oh, hello..." he murmurs, as if anything louder would break the peace that settled at this early hour. he finishes the final knot before taking a seat beside you. you curl into his side instantly, and he hums approvingly.

his hand finds your waist, thumb brushing soothing circles as he says quietly, "i didn't mean to wake you, love."

but you just shake your head, completely content. you nuzzle into his chest, mumbling into him. "mm...'s okay."

you're quiet for a bit, fingers playing with the soft fabric of his shirt. not nervous, just lazy fidgting. then, you blink up at him expectantly, asking the all-too-familiar question. "...kiss?"

    a tiny smile tugs at his lips. he'd heard the question a thousand times already, and he was waiting for it. he nodded without thinking, mumbling a soft "of course." before leaning in.

his free hand finds your chin, gently tilting your head up to his. the distance closes, lips pressing to his.

    you can faintly taste the coffee on his lips, dark, bitter and honestly not as horrible as expected. and just when you start to relax into him, a bird chirps loudly outside the window.

    you jump back, startled. his head tilts at you, but when he sees your wide eyes he can't help the soft laugh that leaves his lips.

    "it's just a bird, sweetheart." he teases, gently ruffling your messy bedhead hair before standing up to slip on his shoes.

    your lips twist into a pout. "whatever." you grumble, pretending not to be as embarrassed as you were.

    but you didn't let him get his foot near the second shoe before you were climbing out of bed, arms wrapping around his neck. "i need another, ken...that one didn't count." you murmur, voice soft and thick with sleep.

his brows furrow, conflicted. "why not? was that one not enough?" he asks, though he doesn't sound upset. just genuinely curious.

you shake your head. "we got interrupted, so it didn't count." you mumble.

nanami glances between you and the clock on his watch, hesitant. he knows he should get going. but you're hard to deny like this. you’re half asleep, drool dried on your cheek, and in nothing but his shirt and some shorts. you look absolutely adorable.

he sighs.

"fine." he caves, unable to fight the urge. his large hands find your waist, pulling you in closer. "but this is the last one, okay? no more." he explains.

you nod, feeling like you'd won the lottery.

he smiles at your eagerness, and finally leans to capture you in another kiss.

    your lips slot against his, weaving together like they're meant to be there. a soft press first, then your lips start to move.

    you know he has to leave soon, but you can't bring yourself to care. he feels so good, and you just feel all warm and fuzzy inside. and when one of his hands slide into your hair to tilt your head and deepen the kiss, you melt. your eyes flutter shut, knees going weak.

    he hums against your lips, his own gaze growing half-lidded. he granted you access when your tongue slipped in his mouth, dancing with yours in a slow, passionate dance.

    when you moan into his mouth and he feels his dress pants start to tighten a bit, he knows he should stop. reluctantly, he speaks.

    "sweetheart..." he calls softly, but doesn't pull away yet.

    "mm...?" you hum, clearly not done yet.

    he's not either. but, he knows this is wrong. "i really need to leave now. i'll be late." he manages to murmur. but every word is muffled between another tender yet messy kiss.

    but you just grumble against his lips, pulling him closer as you mumble under your breath. "mm...d'nt care."

    it’s safe to say that nanami was definitely late for work that day.

a/n: okay this is really short but i wanted to write for him cause he’s just so like ughhhh (also more fluff cause ive just been spamming smut back to back)

[hidingwhere]

⋆˚✿˖° Nanami fears going shopping with you

It’s not that you spent too much, or that you were too controlling of the list, or that you didn’t help.

For some reason, you were so touchy. Not that Nanami would ever complain about such affection, no. He loved it, truly. However, it felt as if you had been possessed by a succubus whenever you both stepped foot into the food shop.

Your hands would trail everywhere, along his waist, fingers delicately wrapping around his bicep and squeezing every few seconds. In empty isles, his ass would be slapped until he was sure you’d left a mark, him silently ticking off items as you tried to act nonchalant playing with his belt loops.

What was a girlfriend meant to do, though, watching the handsomest man ever walk around with reading glasses perched low on his nose? Biceps flexing as he pushed the cart in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration as he checked over the list again and again. Were you really expected to keep your hands off?

Unfortunately for Kento, you couldn’t. Hell, he almost got a boner halfway through the shop when you decided to palm his bulge firmly in an empty isle. Nanami’s head tipped down with a groan, one hand gently taking ahold of your wrist and trying to pull it away.

“D-Darling, I appreciate the affection but maybe we could save it for somewhere more… private?”

You pout up at him, dropping your hand with a huff. “Fine, I’ll wait.”

Until the car.

Good thing Nanami parked in the back corner of the car park otherwise you were sure the whole town would have seen the vigorous rocking of the car as you pushed Nanami into the back seat, mounting him like some wild animal in heat.

You sunk down onto his thick cock quickly, head tipping back and moaning whoreishly. Nanami kissed up your breasts, quickly attaching his lips to yours as he guided you up and down on his cock, the wet phap phap sound filling the silence of the car. Your fingers entangled into his blonde locks, messing up the neatened style.

Heat bloomed in your lower belly all too quickly, movements faltering as his grip tightened, moving you himself as your legs practically gave up on you.

You came at the same time, one hand gripping the back seat headrest as thick ropes of semen shot up into your womb, leaving you feeling bloated and full as you pulled off with a sheen of sweat covering your forehead.

If this was what happened after every shopping trip, then Nanami couldn’t find a reason to complain.

[reignpage]

SYNOPSIS:

in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive

warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it) featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[hellounicetomeetyou]

"And that's all of it"

Gojo whispered hushed to Nanami from across the table, who just nodded, silently surprised.

Who would say Nanami Kento was a gossiper?

"You cannot tell anyone, Nanamin, not even your wife, okay?" Gojo hissed, to which Nanami froze.

" ..."

"okay-?" "She already knows"

"FUCKING HOW I JUST TOLD YOU"

Gojo looked at him stunned as Nanami with a not guilty expression raised his phone with his chat with you proudly tilted as "my sweet wifey♥️" and a long, nearly 30 phrases text of the gossip Satoru just told him.

Gojo was speechless, how the fuck did this man texted you while keeping straight eye contact with him?.

He wasn't even mad at this point, until Nanami's phone blew up with excited messages from you.

"OMG SUGURU'S GONNA BE MAD"

"I CANT BELIEVE MAKI DID THAT"

"I always knew yuta liked her idc"

"BABE I NEED TO KNOW MORE"

Gojo blushed indignated, but couldn't even be mad, he just crossed his arms, grumbling a grumpy

"of course from all of us Toji, Nanami and Choso are the only ones with healthy relationships"

"yeah, no, we're past that it's marriage for you-"

"FUCK OFF"

And honestly Kento couldn't agree more.

"uhm, honey, give me a minute"

[gojosteddy]

⋆˖ you’re mad at husband!kuna for teaching your teenage son how to flirt like a certified player (ꐦ ¬_¬) 🗯️

you were in the kitchen washing dishes when you heard it.

the low rumble of sukuna’s voice drifting from the living room, talking to your sixteen-year-old son like he was passing down sacred wisdom.

“listen, kid. if you want her to notice you, stop acting like a nervous fool. remember that confidence is everything. walk up to her like you already know she wants you. maintain eye contact. smirk a little. tell her she looks good but make it specific. not some generic ‘you look pretty today’ crap— she’s heard that a thousand times before. instead, look her in the eyes and say ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ trust me, girls eat that up everytime.”

your son’s voice came next, sounding like he was genuinely considering this terrible advice. “… and if she laughs?”

“then you’re already halfway there. laugh with her, lean in closer, drop your voice a little. make her feel like she’s the only one in the room. and if she touches your arm? you’ve won. that’s when you ask for her number. don’t hesitate, strike while she’s interested.”

you stood there, sponge frozen in your hand, listening to your beloved husband teach your son how to flirt like a certified fuckboy. by the time sukuna started going on about— ‘if she bites her lip, she’s probably thinking about kissing you’, you’ve had enough.

the dish towel barely had time to touch your hands before you tossed it aside and headed straight towards the source of your headache. a few seconds later, you were standing in front of the living room couch with your arms folded tightly across your chest.

“ryomen sukuna!”

both father & son looked up at the same time. your son immediately looked guilty while sukuna only raised an eyebrow, not looking remotely concerned by your presence.

“yes, wife?”

you pointed at your son. “go to your room!”

he didn’t even argue. he scrambled up the stairs like the couch was on fire. once he was gone, you turned back to your husband, eyes narrowed.

“our bedroom. now.”

sukuna pushed himself off the couch, trailing after you with the confidence of a man who thought he’d done nothing wrong. as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you hissed. “are you serious right now?!”

“you’re teaching our sixteen-year-old son how to flirt like some sleazy player? ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ seriously, kuna?”

sukuna leaned back against the headboard, arms spread along the mattress; looking completely unrepentant. “what? the kid asked for advice & i only gave him good advice.”

“… good advice?” you stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his muscular chest. “you’re deliberately teaching him corny pick-up lines while convincing him that every conversation with a girl is some kind of strategy game. do you want him turning into you?”

sukuna’s smirk widened, clearly amused by your scolding.

“and what’s wrong with turning into me?” he asked, voice dropping into that low, sultry tone he knew had an effect on you. “i got you, didn’t i?”

you glared at him, refusing to let him charm his way out of this.

“you got me after years of being an absolute menace. i don’t want our son learning how to be a menace too. he should be respectful, sweet & genuine. instead of using corny pick-up lines on poor girls who don’t know any better!”

sukuna reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto his lap despite your half-hearted protest. “… relax, woman,” he murmured, beefy arms wrapping around you. “i only told him the truth that girls do like confidence. but i also told him if he ever makes a girl cry, i’ll kick his ass myself.”

you rolled your eyes, still sitting stiffly on his lap.

“you better have.”

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your neck— slow and tender, the way he always did when he was trying to butter you up (which somehow always works). “… you’re cute when you’re mad at me for corrupting our son,” he whispered against your skin, voice gravelly.

“it makes me wanna remind you exactly who you married.”

you smacked his chest at that, but you didn’t pull away.

“s-shut up…”

“you love me,” he teased, grinning against your neck. “admit it, you fell for a menace.”

you rolled your eyes, but your arms found their way around his shoulders anyway.

“unfortunately, yes. but that’s not the point right now.”

he let out a dry chuckle, arms tightening around you. “good... now will you stop being mad at me?”

⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thank you to those who gave me suggestions on what to include for the blank line 😚 i ended up going with @user020707 (idky i’m not able to tag :c) line!!!

© gojosteddy | please do not repost, plagiarise or modify any of my works

[humanjarvis]

(-_-)

⋆｡°✩ when you’re first getting to know each other, you have severe rbf. how do they react?

it’s not that caleb wants to be so charismatic. he captivates people on accident—the world seems to fall at his feet wherever he goes.

but you? you’re an outlier. you’re the only person he's ever had to try to charm.

he brushes off the lovestruck looks from everyone else, but his heart skips a beat when you deign to look in his general direction. it’s a problem, he realizes, that you’re usually scowling when you do.

his first resort? kill you with kindness. 

he’ll offer to carry your groceries, put air in your tires, fix your leaking faucet. just ring the bell, and he’s at your service.

each time, he shoots you his dazzling, boyish grin, only moderately hoping it’ll vaporize whatever immunity you have to him

while his warmth is deliberate, none of it is an act. he lives for the little favors he does for you, and he genuinely wants to get to know you better

still, whenever you cross paths, you just seem to resent him. so when he gets the chance, he tries to glean information from people closer to you.

if your friend is around, he’ll make casual conversation, like, “hey, they’re kinda prickly sometimes, huh?” 

used to this by now, your friend holds in a snort. “no, they just look like that. people always think they’re mad, but it’s their natural face.”

he’s relieved you don’t have some age-old vendetta against him, but he feels guilty for assuming. especially now that he’s gone behind your back to get the truth instead of asking you directly

tells himself he’ll stop sneaking around for information about you in the future

doesn’t

rafayel is on the fence. on the one hand, that could just be your neutral expression, and that's perfectly fine. on the other, every time you look at him like he’s no more than a barnacle, the walls start closing in. as does the doubt.

gradually, he begins orchestrating situations where you'll find him favorable so you associate him with positive things. then you’ll have to like him, right?

how dare that beluga splash you at the aquarium! don’t worry, he keeps a towel in his bag. you know, just in case stuff like this happens. 

no pictures allowed on your museum tour? why don’t you come to his studio instead? take home the piece of your choice.

at the beach and a crab pinches your ankle? don’t worry, he’ll tell it off! (and secretly slip it a sand dollar when you’re not looking)

eventually, after one too many coincidences, you ask what he's doing 

when he comes clean, you’re bewildered. where did he ever get the idea that you didn't like him? couldn’t he see how much you enjoyed spending time with him? how flustered you got every time he sidled up to you to save the day?

the realization makes you both sheepish, but overall, it’s a win-win. you can be yourself without worry, and he can stop bribing sea creatures to do his bidding.

xavier thinks it’s hot.

at first.

when a while passes and you’re still glaring daggers at him, then he’s genuinely concerned you don’t like him. and a bit frightened 

when you see animals, you smile. when you see flowers, you smile. but when you open up your front door and see him standing on the other side? you look at him like he's a trespasser.

he’s standoffish and sulky while he considers whether to ask you about it, but it’s a short debate.

after some confusion and slight mortification on your part—you truly did not realize you were trying to evaporate him with your eyes—you reassure him that you do like him and would like to keep seeing him. multiple times, ending in couch cuddles

whenever you mean mug him in the future, he reaches out two fingers to stretch your lips into a grin, a smile of his own shining back at you

after the first few attempts to bat his hand away, you give up

sylus isn’t too bothered. anyone who leads onychinus needs a good poker face, after all.

he's used to people judging him by his appearance. he doesn’t want to do the same to you.

one day, luke and kieran ask why you’re angry, but you feel perfectly fine. for the next 20 minutes, they recount how your resting face instills fear in the hearts of gods.

self-conscious, you go to sylus and ask for the truth. have you ever scared him or made him feel uncomfortable? 

“not at all,” he replies, a wry grin on his lips. “because i know what it’s like when people deem you ‘scary’ without giving you a chance to prove them wrong.” 

he sees through your mask, and he takes note of the subtlest changes in your expression. he can tell between your :|, your :/, your c:, and your :). to him, they’re distinctly different, each with their own special color

all your expressions, or lack thereof…you’re just another language he's fluent in.

now, he just has to start tutoring the twins 

sometimes, you and zayne just stare at each other. an outsider would find it nonsensical, but no. you’re communicating. 

albeit awkwardly.

it’s basically a stalemate, the way you analyze each other’s microexpressions: every eyebrow raise, every twitch of the lips, every nose scrunch. 

still, neither of you are stars at reading body language, and you come up short trying to figure out each other’s true feelings.

it’s best for you to be direct with each other. ask how the other is doing, if they're having fun or if they're tired. are they hungry, thirsty? is there somewhere else they’d like to go? 

it’s the only escape from the cycle of miscommunication.

rbf x rbf. as much as it’s an obstacle, it's also an asset. on your first date, you take a stroll through a street market. you both look so unapproachable, so unintentionally cold, that not even the bravest vendor hounds you to buy from them. in your own little bubble of extra-strict faces, you're free to explore at your own pace.

at the end of a perfect night, you bid each other farewell—with matching timid smiles

[sturduststrails]

baby!yuji loves dad!kuna

Yuji ALWAYS runs too fast when he sees Sukuna.

The second his dad appears, all common sense leaves his tiny body.

One evening Sukuna comes home, you and Yuji are in the living room when the front door opens.

And immediately—

“DADAAAAA.”

Tiny feet SLAPPING against the floor at maximum speed

You barely have time to say:

“Yuji slow do—” Too late.

His little socks slide on the hardwood floor and suddenly—

THUD.

Dead silence

Yuji just lays there for one second in complete shock.

Not even crying yet.

Just processing

And Sukuna’s entire soul leaves his body.

“Yuji.”

He crosses the room in like two steps while you’re already kneeling down too.

Then comes the reaction

Tiny face crumpling.

Lip wobbling violently.

“…dadAAAAA.”

Instant sobbing.

Not even because it hurt that badly.

Mostly because he was emotionally devastated he fell while trying to get to Sukuna

And Sukuna looks genuinely stressed.

Scoops him up immediately, checking his face, hands, knees..

“You okay?”

“Lemme see.”

“You hit your head?”

Meanwhile Yuji is clinging to his shirt dramatically crying into his neck.

“Was runnin :(“

“Yeah I saw that.”

You’re trying not to laugh because Sukuna sounds personally offended at the floor.

Then Yuji hiccups sadly:

“Floor mean.”

Sukuna nods seriously.

“Floor’s a bitch.”

“SUKUNA.”

And honestly the cutest part is that even while crying, Yuji STILL only wants Sukuna.

Tiny arms locked around his neck.

Wet cheeks pressed against his shoulder.

So Sukuna just carries him around the house while he calms down.

Not even trying to put him down.

One tattooed hand rubbing his tiny back gently while Yuji sniffles himself sleepy.

Later Yuji whispers sadly:

“Wanted dada…”

Sukuna actually looks heartbroken for a second.

“I know, brat.”

From then on, every time Sukuna comes home and Yuji starts running full speed toward him, Sukuna immediately crouches down with his arms open like:

“Slow your little ass down first.”

Yuji never listens though..

original work, do not stole, copy, plagiarize my work - sturduststrails

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just alpha!ghost who grew learning to control his scent and omega!reader who very much...didn't.

Ghost had always been told that spilling your scent everywhere was poor manners, that only children couldn't control their scent. Meanwhile you were taught that having an open scent was essential for communication and perfectly normal.

Which means the first time ghost meets you, his instincts have no idea what to do with such strong happy omega scents suddenly in his space. Ghost grew up with scent blockers at home, and in most public spaces people wear some sort of blocker. You barely have a chance to purr a greeting before he's grabbing you by the shoulders and shoving his face into your neck.

"Mghhggh— omega. Sweet. Good." He rumbles, low and muffled into skin, almost as if he doesn't register it's happening. You can only stand in shocked confusion. Gaze slipping to the still open door of his office and wondering if you should call for help, because you have no idea why he's acting like this and—

"Fuck— you smell good— christ—" ghost holds you tighter, crowding you against the desk. You tentatively lean in to sniff around his scent blockers and get the faintest scent of arousal.

Which is instantly confirmed by his hips rutting forward, his hard cock rubbing against you while he whines "sorry— I don't— fuck that's good—"

Oh. Oh shit. The peices slowly click into place, and you realize exactly what your scent is doing to him, though you always thought this sort of aphrodisiac like reaction was a myth.

You try to soften your scent, knowing it will stress him out if your own scent fluctuates too much, one hand sneaking up to massage the back of his neck "hey. Hey, it's okay. I get it, do what you need to do."

Ghost makes a sound caught between a growl and a keen, pressing the entire length of his body against you. "Fuck— sorry— hold still— omega. Smell good. Mhhh—!"

You've never seen an alpha react like this.

You've also never seen an alpha pop a dry knot in his trousers, and yet thats exactly what ghost just did.

....you. probably shouldn't leave him alone in such a vulnerable state, right? You should stick around in his office, close the door and makes sure he's okay.

You're just being a considerate coworker....or thats what you'll tell yourself later.

[tteokdoroki]

katsuki with his fussy kitty hybrid who insists on giving him a thorough tongue bath every time he comes back from patrol because he smells too much like izuku or eijirou. typically, licking the side of his face makes him cringe but he’ll only pull you closer, scratch behind your ear and call you his good kitty.

sometimes he thinks you might drive him insane — you hiss at guests you aren’t to keen on ( which does make you an excellent judge of character ), you leave small creatures in soft blankets and linen for him to find because you do love katsuki even if you turn your nose u at him. you hide and prowl silently and somehow manage to tear off the bell collar he’d gotten you. you’ll put all your weight on his chest if you ever catch him lying down.

you’ve also got a crazy suckling issue ( something to do with weaning when you were young ) — so you’re always pawing at his sweat pants and sucking on his cock to help get to sleep or for comfort. more often than not, you’ll curl at the end of his bed each night… only for bakugou to wake up half hard with the crotch of his sleep pants completely soaked through with saliva. purring loud through the quiet night.

he doesn’t push you away, just has his fingers caress their way to the back of your head in order to hold you still. shuffles all the fabrics down to grasp at his cock and carefully guides his tip past the gentle drooly opening of your lips tiredly to help you along.

“atta girl, now watch your teeth.” he rasps, voice roped together by sleep.

you do as told, chest rumbling in content — easing back on the fangs that graze his shaft if you’re not mindful.

bakugou oftentimes pretends it’s a hassle to have a clingy cat like you, one who ruins the sofa and the walls and would rather scratch him that the perfectly respectable and expensive scratching post he had sought out just for you. though, when you look up at katsuki in the night, mouth full of precum and drool, pupils eclipsing the colour in your eye from how much they’ve dilated — katsuki doesn’t mind it so much.

how fussy his pretty kitty is.

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