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Albedo x reader but he kills the reader and dissects them because he is so obsessed with them.,.,,?? He loves them so much that he wants to see and feel their insides, to study them inside and out???
If I had a nickel for every time someone organised a creative writing event and banned all central motifs of the main topic, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . Lohen really wants the reader to step on him, so they do. But they don’t expect him to enjoy it that much.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 a/n ꒱ . . . I really didn’t feel like formatting this properly, but a fanfic is a fanfic ykwim
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 tw ꒱ . . . lohen w a boot kink, masochist lohen x sadist reader, fem!reader
The Vice Captain lie on the ground below you, panting, sweaty, and out of breath. It was quite the sight to behold, you didn’t know you could knock him on his ass so easily.
Or was he holding back on you?
“Well, you beat me, Y/n.” He combed his teal hair out of his face just for it to fall back in place, “Now what will you do with me?”
He paused, panting. “Actually, I have an idea — I want to you to step on me.”
“You want me to…?” A look of confusion was on your face. A look saying “what in the world is his problem?”
The Vice Captain had a big grin splitting his face, he is far too happy about this. “What are you so confused about? Do you have hearing problems or something?”
“Step on me.”
Your eyes look around for any eavesdroppers. It may be 12 AM, but some knights may be on early morning patrol.
You saw no one.
“But why? I don’t understand,” you toss your wooden sparring sword to the side.
“You don’t need to understand, you’re the one on top of me.” His eyes slowly trail down your leather boots that start at your mid-thigh and stop at the sole of your foot.
There’s just something about the way they squeeze your pretty legs that turns him on.
He’s basically chewing on his bottom lip now, probably trying to regulate the pain he’s feeling in his lower region.
He’s so hard right now and you can see it even with the only source of light being the moon and a dew street lights.
The knight looks up at you expectantly, his big, red eyes illuminating softly in the dim lighting. “So? Will you?”
“But you lost, Lohen,” you step closer to him, your feet on either side of his torso. “Why should I give you what you want if you lost?” You smirk.
He’s going dizzy with arousal, “Th- then- hurt me then! Kick me, stomp on me, break my bones for all I care! I’ll I need is for you to step on me. Treat me like an insect on the sidewalk.”
Your lips pursed together, you were thinking.
Not even a second later your pressing the sole of your shoe his crotch.
The noise that escaped his throat was a cross between a scream and a moan. The sound ao sinfully debauched it almost made you remove your boot. But seeing him squirm in pain ignited something in you.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his fingernails dug into the earth beneath him.
After a second, you moved your boot away. he’s being way too loud, He must want you two to get caught.
“Good god that felt so- so good. Do it again!” He corrected himself, “I mean- please, please give me more, Y/n? I’ll be good! I swear I’ll be so fuckin’ good!”
“Stop begging,” your foot presses against his chest, knocking the wind out of him. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this, is that not what we agreed upon?”
His hands rest on your ankles, feeling your leather boots up and down. “But I am enjoying this, way more than I should, honestly…”
Your boot pressed harder against him, “Hands off before I tie your wrists above your head with that stupid choker you love so much.”
He removes his hands.
“Yes ma’am,” He jokes.
“I like that,” you drop to your knees and straddle his hips. “I want you to refer to me as such. Say yes ma’am and no ma’am when I speak to you, you understand?”
“This wasn’t apart of the deal-“
“-But who lost? I told you I don’t want you to have too much fun,” You pull on his choker that lives up to it’s name, it is way too tight around his neck. “You will do as I say for the rest of the night.”
His face went red, “Yes ma’am.”
This is purely self-indulgent I just really wanted to step on lohen chat my bad
Yan ! Pervert ! Kinich x Vlogger ! Reader who documents every single second of every single day. You just don’t put that damn kamera down, do you? And if you’re not recording an hour long vlog of your day, you’re snapping photos of everything you see. How hasn’t your memory card filled up yet? Must be a super expensive kamera.
You have thousands upon thousands of photos of yourself, your friends, your meals and drinks, hell, even animals you see on the streets all over your Instagram, Twitter, TikTok…
Do you not know the biggest rules of internet safety? Even being around you puts you at high risk of being stalked.
Do you know what people do to pretty women like you? They find all your socials and save every single photo of your pretty face to their phone and jack off to it whenever they get the time.
Or even worse, they find the location you tagged in that post you were so eager to send out to the world and they throw your ass in the back of a van.
The next day your dear parents will be on the news, sobbing about how they “didn’t know it would end up like this.”
Those disgusting freaks.
Kinich would never do that to you, not without a reason, of course.
Yes, he has found his hand in his pants when he is watching your hour-long videos, but that’s beside the point.
You need someone to protect you from your disgustingly parasocial fans that believe they even have the slimmest chance with you. And who’s better to do that than him?
Sure, you don’t know he exists… but that doesn’t matter!
All influencers are obsessed with their devices. I mean, you can’t blame them, it’s their only way to make content.
Your laptop, monitor, kamera, TV, phone, iPad, XboX, PlayStation and Nintendo are all things you keep running even on the slim chance you aren’t recording. And he knows.
After finding your house (You’ve got your outside in the background of your videos one too many times for him to not find it online. You’re lucky he found your adress before some psycho did!) he would install listening and recording devices on all of your electronics. Hell, even the fridge if he had to!
He’s always been quite good at hacking.
On his own pc, he’d lean back in his chair and admire the sight of your naked body when you’d get dressed and ready for the day. Obviously, this is where you’d pause your vlog, but it’s so nice to see it without cuts.
Kinich bit his lip, imagining it was you stroking him, or better yet, your wet heat wrapped around him. Archon’s, your body would feel so good against his, way better than his pathetic hand.
Yan ! Pervert ! Kinich x Vlogger ! Reader who documents every single second of every single day. You just don’t put that damn kamera down, do you? And if you’re not recording an hour long vlog of your day, you’re snapping photos of everything you see. How hasn’t your memory card filled up yet? Must be a super expensive kamera.
You have thousands upon thousands of photos of yourself, your friends, your meals and drinks, hell, even animals you see on the streets all over your Instagram, Twitter, TikTok…
Do you not know the biggest rules of internet safety? Even being around you puts you at high risk of being stalked.
Do you know what people do to pretty women like you? They find all your socials and save every single photo of your pretty face to their phone and jack off to it whenever they get the time.
Or even worse, they find the location you tagged in that post you were so eager to send out to the world and they throw your ass in the back of a van.
The next day your dear parents will be on the news, sobbing about how they “didn’t know it would end up like this.”
Those disgusting freaks.
Kinich would never do that to you, not without a reason, of course.
Yes, he has found his hand in his pants when he is watching your hour-long videos, but that’s beside the point.
You need someone to protect you from your disgustingly parasocial fans that believe they even have the slimmest chance with you. And who’s better to do that than him?
Sure, you don’t know he exists… but that doesn’t matter!
All influencers are obsessed with their devices. I mean, you can’t blame them, it’s their only way to make content.
Your laptop, monitor, kamera, TV, phone, iPad, XboX, PlayStation and Nintendo are all things you keep running even on the slim chance you aren’t recording. And he knows.
After finding your house (You’ve got your outside in the background of your videos one too many times for him to not find it online. You’re lucky he found your adress before some psycho did!) he would install listening and recording devices on all of your electronics. Hell, even the fridge if he had to!
He’s always been quite good at hacking.
On his own pc, he’d lean back in his chair and admire the sight of your naked body when you’d get dressed and ready for the day. Obviously, this is where you’d pause your vlog, but it’s so nice to see it without cuts.
Kinich bit his lip, imagining it was you stroking him, or better yet, your wet heat wrapped around him. Archon’s, your body would feel so good against his, way better than his pathetic hand.
Yan ! Pervert ! Kinich x Vlogger ! Reader who documents every single second of every single day. You just don’t put that damn kamera down, do you? And if you’re not recording an hour long vlog of your day, you’re snapping photos of everything you see. How hasn’t your memory card filled up yet? Must be a super expensive kamera.
You have thousands upon thousands of photos of yourself, your friends, your meals and drinks, hell, even animals you see on the streets all over your Instagram, Twitter, TikTok…
Do you not know the biggest rules of internet safety? Even being around you puts you at high risk of being stalked.
Do you know what people do to pretty women like you? They find all your socials and save every single photo of your pretty face to their phone and jack off to it whenever they get the time.
Or even worse, they find the location you tagged in that post you were so eager to send out to the world and they throw your ass in the back of a van.
The next day your dear parents will be on the news, sobbing about how they “didn’t know it would end up like this.”
Those disgusting freaks.
Kinich would never do that to you, not without a reason, of course.
Yes, he has found his hand in his pants when he is watching your hour-long videos, but that’s beside the point.
You need someone to protect you from your disgustingly parasocial fans that believe they even have the slimmest chance with you. And who’s better to do that than him?
Sure, you don’t know he exists… but that doesn’t matter!
All influencers are obsessed with their devices. I mean, you can’t blame them, it’s their only way to make content.
Your laptop, monitor, kamera, TV, phone, iPad, XboX, PlayStation and Nintendo are all things you keep running even on the slim chance you aren’t recording. And he knows.
After finding your house (You’ve got your outside in the background of your videos one too many times for him to not find it online. You’re lucky he found your adress before some psycho did!) he would install listening and recording devices on all of your electronics. Hell, even the fridge if he had to!
He’s always been quite good at hacking.
On his own pc, he’d lean back in his chair and admire the sight of your naked body when you’d get dressed and ready for the day. Obviously, this is where you’d pause your vlog, but it’s so nice to see it without cuts.
Kinich bit his lip, imagining it was you stroking him, or better yet, your wet heat wrapped around him. Archon’s, your body would feel so good against his, way better than his pathetic hand.
Warnings: Implied smut, Lohen tapping the reader's butt lightly a few times, sadomasochist Lohen, making out in public, slight enabler fem!reader, established relationship.
a/n: got this idea from @justacube thank you for letting me make a fic of this prompt!!
Lohen stared at the carpet of the Grandmaster's office as he knelt on it in front of the Acting Grandmaster. The reason??
"Lohen, Vice Captain of the Fifth Company of the Knights of Favonius," Jean declared his entire title, as if he was being sent for capital punishment, "We have received another batch of complaints regarding your 'methods' to evaluate knights for the Nod-Krai expedition. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Those damn snitches," muttered Lohen.
"The complaints are Anonymous; there is no one for you to hold a grudge against," said Jean.
"Well, it's clear who submitted them. Doesn't take an Akademiya scholar to figure out it was one of those cowards. I swear the Knights need to recruit people with actual nerves," he remarked as he shuffled a bit on the carpet.
Jean pinches her nose to stop the stinging of an incoming migraine. It doesn't help.
"Lohen, I understand that your standardized tests are brutal, but -"
"But my tests are so simple, Acting Grandmaster!" insists Lohen.
"All they have to do is NOT drink the poison, and what do they end up doing?? Drinking the poison! I assure you, if they didn't drink it, I'd just spar with them for a minute or two and let them pass!"
"That's not what I-" she rebuts.
"Jean! Are you in there?" a knock, following the most melodic voice (in Lohen's opinion), speaks out.
"Yes, come in." Jean sighs, taking her hand off her nose.
In walks the most beautiful girl in Tevyat. You didn't notice Lohen the moment you stepped into the office, distracted by the bundle of papers in your hand, but he very much noticed you. In fact, he can never do anything but notice you. The way you walked, spoke, and how those thigh-high boots fit on you.
You really needed to step on him with those on one day.
But he was aware you were there for Jean rather than him. Such are the woes of life. You were rumored to be the Dandelion Knight's successor, much like how Razor was to Varka. Though you weren't raised by Jean, you had a loving family. Your father and brother both worked in the church, and your mom ran a local bakery. How you stumbled into being a knight will forever be a mystery, but, hey, maybe you just like fighting, just like he does.
Which makes you even more attractive to his eyes, and if anyone on Tevyat disagrees, they're gonna catch his hands one way or the other. Because no one insults his wife- sorry fiancée, and gets away with it.
Yes, you're engaged to this maniac. He really put a ring on it before anyone could even say 'windblume'. Though to the public, you two were just budding lovers.
"I just received a report from Dornman port, we need-" you paused, almost squeaking your boots as you halted, just noticing the figure kneeling in the middle of Jean's office, looking too happy to be there.
(He's just happy he's kneeling in front of you instead of Jean now. And he gets to have a nice view of your legs as well :3 Barbatos must be smiling on his luck today! Can you blame a man for appreciating his lady from a different angle? If it's Lohen, the answer is probably yes.)
"What did he do now?" audibly annoyed at the bullshit he's pulled to get into trouble. Again.
Jean sighed, massaging her temples with her hand now, "The Vice Captain has complaints that his tests are too dangerous and risky to take, so I was explaining to him the importance of keeping the new recruits' morale up while deciding on a punishment."
You nodded, "I see. Well, anyway, the knights from Dornman said- OH MY GOD IS THAT DVALIN ON THE WINDMILL OVER THERE????"
"What? Where?!" Jean panicked, opening the window and leaning out to get a better view.
"What the fuck, Lohen! What did you do that made them snitch on you?" you snapped, whisper-screaming at him now that Jean was distracted.
He shrugged, "I only did what I always do, Liebling, I just poisoned their wines a little, just enough to sedate them, and these idiots drank it. How was I supposed to know they're that big of pussies."
"Oh my Barbatos, you swore you'd never use poison again for your stupid tests again. This is why I don't wear my ring outside," you snapped.
"Excuse me!?" Lohen raised his brow, visibly offended.
"You're excused," you smirked at him, "Anyway, want me to bail you out or something?"
Jean turned back, after searching and not finding the large blue dragon, "I don't see Dvalin outside. Are you sure you saw it here?"
You chuckle awkwardly, "Oops, must've been just a big crane. I really need to get my eyes checked."
"I see. I'll schedule an appointment at the church then, you should get your eyes checked soon. Anyway, about that report you were saying-"
"Was that a jumpty dumpty I saw right there??" Lohen butts in.
This clearly concerned Jean more than the Anemo dragon, as she turned around haphazardly and leaned over the windowsill, almost about to fall over, and yelled, "WHAT?! KLEE!!!"
"You'd bail me out?" he asks expectantly.
You pondered over it for a bit. It wouldn't be hard to ask Jean to let you handle him. Although being her assistant and successor, you also had to act fairly.
"Well, only if you behave and take a minor punishment from me."
"You'd punish me too??" His eyes lit up, he looked as if you had gotten onto your knees and agreed to spar with him using hilichurl batons.
Meanwhile, you stared down at him (not helping the situation, he loves that too) as if he were an invasive pest on Jean's carpet, "…..on Barbatos's name, why did I even say yes to this man."
"Because you love meeeee~" he trilled.
Before you could say anything back to him, you heard Jean's distressed voice as she yelled out the window, "KLEE COME TO MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!! YOUR DODOCOS WILL BE CONFESTICATED AND YOU ARE GOING BACK IN SOLIDARY CONFINEMENT FOR THE DAY YOUNG LADY!!"
"Yes, Master Jean." A sorrowful child's voice, which you can only assume is your resident Spark Knight, responds back.
"Wait, I thought you just said that just to distract her," you ask.
Seeing as Lohen also looked a little taken aback, it was clear he did not expect Klee to actually be outside, nor did he expect her to actually be causing trouble. "I did, I didn't expect Klee to actually be there. Gonna have to buy a lot of sweets for her again to apologize."
"Yep. Wait, what do you mean again?"
"Anyway, sorry about that." Jean turned around, her migraine now increasing tenfold as she plopped down on the chair. "So about that Dornman Port report?"
"Ah, yes, the Knights said that they needed more manpower for the port as Inazuma has started opening their trade again. We're going to need to send a few Knights there. And here's the full report for that." You stated, stepping forward to ignore your fiancée, and actually get business done for once.
"Thank you. You can put it on the desk here." She sighed, placing her head in her hands.
You paused, looking at your mentor, and coming up with the best solution for her and Lohen. "You look stressed, Jean. You should take some rest."
"I will. Once I'm done dealing with him, then Klee, then organizing the books with Lisa like I promised her, then send Knights to deal with that Cryo Lavachurl at Windrise…." she ranted on.
You kick Lohen slightly before he could say, "You can send me."
"How about this,' you said, "I can….deal with this guy, and organise the library while at it, and later I'll evaluate which knights to send to Dornman port, kay?"
Jean shook her head.
"No, no, it'd be too much to ask of you-"
"Jean. I see those eyebags of yours. You haven't been resting well, even after the Traveller dealt with the Dvalin crisis. Come on, trust me a bit more, please? You're not burdening me at all. Promise. I'll do all the tasks perfectly." You pleaded with her.
As much as you were doing this for Lohen, you were doing this for Jean's sake, too. She always had a bad habit of overestimating herself and kept working herself to the bone. An evening off would do her good.
"That's not what I meant- whatever, I suppose a visit to the Angel's Share won't hurt. I'll entrust you with those tasks then."
You perked up, happy that Jean's finally entrusted you with some of her tasks and getting drinks with her friends. "Alright then. I'll come back with a few headache pills later in the evening. Come on, you, let's deal with you first."
"Yes, ma'am!" Lohen chirps, way too happy to be following you.
"At least try not to sound so excited when I'm bailing you out. You should be lucky I was even there in the first place." You scold him once the two of you step out.
"Oh, you have no idea how lucky I think I already am, and every day you keep making me realise how much luckier I can get," he says, hugging you from behind, and planting a few kisses on your cheek.
You blush and try to break away from his grip, not wanting to scar the knights in the hallway to be traumatized with Lohen's PDA. However, you soon gave up when you realised the more you tried to squirm away from him, the more he tightened his grip on you.
You sigh and walk towards the library with a human-sized leech attached to you. "Whatever. Well, let's get down to the library then. Sorting books shouldn't take that long."
"Hey, didn't you say you were gonna deal with me first? What are we doing going to the library?" he asks, still latching onto you.
"I will, I'll deal with you in the library."
He perks up at that and loosens his grip, allowing you to slip away, "Ouuuu are we gonna make out behind the shelves again? Kinky~"
You rolled your eyes. Does this guy think of nothing but thrill?
"Are you an idiot? No. Also, last time we did that, Lisa zapped my butt so hard I couldn't sit on a chair for a whole week. So no, I don't want that again."
"Ah, I thought that was because I spanked you that day. Explains it now. I was worried I actually hurt you." He smirks, giving a few gentle taps to your butt.
Heat creeps up your back as you remember that day. Lohen was particularly worked up, having taken down several Treasure hoarders and Hilichurl camps. He was practically panting the moment he set foot in the headquarters, and when he hunted you down in the library, sorting out expedition maps, he pounced on you and dragged you behind a 'secret bookshelf'.
Lisa eventually found you two, not because you two were making a ruckus (you were trying to keep your voice down for the two of you), but because Lohen was so obscenely loud, his voice kept echoing through the entire room. Both of you got into trouble for that.
Did Lohen learn anything from it? No. He proceeded to take you to his room and fuck you on his mattress, digging his fingers into your skin, and went on to the point where both of you passed out. You were lucky you could even walk the other day (and luckily Lisa didn't tell Jean, otherwise you could never look her in the eye knowing she knows you got caught making out in the library).
"Liar. You were anything but worried. I saw you looking like a smug cat whenever I used to squirm in my seat." You mumbled, turning your face away.
Lohen only smiled at that, "Oh, then will you bash my head with a hardcover book?? Please please please pick the Boar Princess. It has the thickest cover you can bash my skull all you want my queen-"
"Nope, nope, and nope. You will do this while I help Lisa organize the library books."
You led him to a table and sat him down, dumping a bunch of papers in front of him.
"My punishment is.......paperwork?"
"Nope." You say, looking for the Knights of Favonius handbook and slamming it next to the stack of papers.
"Your punishment is to copy the entire handbook three whole times. Including the Index and the Appendix."
"INCLUDING THE INDEX??" he groans, loathing the task already.
"Liebling, please don't do this to me. I'm-I'm begging you. I won't poison another new recruit for the whole year, I promise."
"No can do. You have to do this. Unless....."
He seemed to cheer up at the idea that you thought of another punishment for him. He'd even lie down and let you walk over him a hundred times if that's what it takes.
"Unless what? Go on, anything, but this will suffice. You can even try choking if that's what you want-"
"Sex ban for a month. And I'll let you off."
"WHAT!?" Lohen yells, which earns him a sharp 'shush' and a stare from the resident electro vision-wielding librarian.
You stare him down, smirking at his misery. He deserved this for making you the butt of the joke last time you two were here.
"Iwilldothewriting," he murmurs.
"Hmm? What was that, Vice Captain? Couldn't hear you very well~"
"I said, I will do the writing." He says, sulking and opening up the Favonius handbook.
As much as you enjoyed his misery, you couldn't help but give him something to look forward to. After all, it was your duty as his lover to keep him happy.
You quickly did a sweep of the floor to check for any people who might see, and leaned over the table to get close to his face.
"If you do this and stay out of trouble for today, I'll give you a reward in our room later~" you purred in his ear, delighting in the way you saw him shiver
You stepped away as you head towards Lisa, informing her about Lohen's punishment, and asking about the books she'd like you to help with.
As you follow her upstairs, you feel a similar shiver down your spine, only to turn back and notice a pair of bloodstained eyes, piercing into you in a way only you know means he's undressing you with his eyes.
'Barbatos help me,' you beg to your Archon as you turn around, 'I am absolutely losing my ability to walk tomorrow.'
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a/n: Hello hello guys :3 I already had an outline written for this fic lmao I was just waiting for the og prompt poster to confirm that I could go forward with it. Not much to say rn I'm eepy and tired and sick so I'll go to sleep (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡
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lohen x fem!reader. smut. semi-public/ office sex. degradation. creampie.
this sadist absolutely refused to come home for me😞 i hope he reruns this year.
lohen thought it was going to be a boring day. that is until you walked into his office to hand him reports that he asked you to fill out for him, wearing a rather short skirt with ruffles on it.
lohen didn't expect to find out he has a fondness for ruffles. he just couldn't keep his eyes off the way they bounced on your plush, very squeezable looking thighs.
now he has you bent over his desk, your skirt pushed up, and your panties pulled to the side. his hand is clamped around your mouth while his cock fucks into your creamy cunt from behind.
he can't help but snicker feeling your muffled sobs of pleasure behind his hand struggling not to rise in octave. "aw, is this too much for you, bunny?" he pushes his hand down on your back, making you arch prettily into him.
tears gather in your eyes as you muffle another pathetic moan into his hand. it was too much for you. you could barely keep up with him, more than feeling the intense thrust of his hips against yours. every time his cock kisses into your sweet spot, your head practically spins it felt that fucking good.
you swear he only pushes in deeper with the next thrust.
your hands are barely able to hold yourself up on his desk. your pussy is stretched, and drooling a white ring around his cock. your thighs tremble as pleasure snaps jarring in your core.
lohen swats at the ruffles on your skirt before bringing his fingers to your puffy, neglected clit. your body jolts as you loudly whine behind his hand.
"you better quiet down," he laughs behind you, angling his hips, "or we are gonna get caught. someone from the company might see their vice-captain fucking into his very favorite cadet. hear you moaning like some slut in heat, impaled on my cock."
you whine again as he pinches your clit, pushing back into his thrusts. he brings his hand across your ass. "look at how wet you are. maybe you like used like this," his harsh words only make your walls clench that much harder.
lohen's cock pulses hard between your walls as he laughs again behind you. "wow, from the way your cunt is clenching, you really are enjoying being my cock sleeve."
stars suddenly burst behind your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. you tremble as you sob into lohen's hand, your pussy making a sloppy mess on his cock.
lost in the tight squeezing of your pussy, lohen thrusts until his cock empties. his cum squelches in your cunt as he rides out his high. "that's a good bunny, continue to swallow every inch of my cock."
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oh?? my?? god?????????? lohen is so so so so so sweet. oh my god the stray cat quote just tugged at my heartstrings, he literally is THE knight in shining armour. HES SO GENTLE AND CONSIDERATE, EVEN OUTSIDE OF HUMANS. “he didn’t let even a single wild hunt get within half a meter of me” OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU. he’s so protective.
this just shows how much lohen really cares about others’ safety. “you only got one life”, and he’ll protect you because of that fact. “don’t follow me”?!?!?!???!!?!! he just wants to keep everyone safe!! jesus christ i’m kicking my feet and squealing HE IS SO PERFECT. DUDE WHAT RED FLAGS??? LOHEN IS A GENTLEMAN. PERIOD. LOHEN HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR OTHERS. PERIOD. “you won’t find anyone stronger or more reliable” you can trust him with your LIFE. ITS FUCKING CANON. i love him so much
x reader fic writers im counting on u to abuse these facts. please, i need more knightly and sweet lohen. i always knew he was a sweetheart deep down. yes he’s a freak but he’s such a sweetie pie omg i want to squeeze him until he pops. i think it’s so so cute he uses chivalry as a manipulation tactic when fighting, but when it comes to bystanders? oh god. he means every action. he genuinely cares, none of the chivalry is fake.
i need him carnally, i love this man so much. he’ll literally put his life on the line to make sure you won’t even get a SCRATCH. if that isn’t what a real man does, idk wtf else to say
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