── .✦ What goes around comes around, right? You decided to please Lohen this time.
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, power exchange, light bondage, both you and Lohen are switches(I guess?), teasing/taunting, oral sex, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: I didn’t think the last part would be liked so much wow, I have a few more ideas and stuff planned out for Lohen so expect some new stuff. I have one almost complete.
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The evening had started with nothing more than easy conversation, the kind that always seemed to spark something dangerous between you two it seemed.
“Do you have any ideas on what you want to try next?”
You’d slipped into Lohen’s quarters after the day’s duties, the heavy door clicking shut behind you with quiet promise. The room was as familiar as it was a place that reminded you of intimate moments. Lohen lounged in that very chair by the small table, boots kicked aside, his black poet shirt’s neckline was loose. Letting you get a peek at his skin and collarbones. His hair was still damp from the rain, and those eyes lifted to meet your gaze. He shot you a cocky smirk as he set down the dagger he’d been sharpening.
“Couldn’t stay away, hm? Miss me?”His voice has a teasing drawl, full of amusement. The right side of his face caught the lantern light.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you crossed the room with confident steps, a coil of soft but sturdy rope you had quietly borrowed from his own meticulously organized gear earlier was hidden behind your back. Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, settling your weight against him. His hands came up instinctively, strong fingers gripping your hips with that familiar pressure.
You caught his wrists before he could pull you closer, guiding his arms firmly behind the chair. And you are pretty sure he let you. Almost like he already has a rough idea of what you mean to do. The rope brushed against his skin as you looped it around his wrists and secured them to the wooden slats of the backrest. You took your time, making sure the knots were secure, remembering every careful instruction he’d given you on proper restraint.
“Pay attention, too loose and they slip free. Too tight and you lose the fun of watching them struggle and squirm.”
After making sure they weren’t too tight you leaned back. His arms flexed experimentally, testing your bindings, powerful muscles shifting under pale skin, but the bindings held.
“Not bad,” he murmured, red eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he looked up at you. “Knots are clean, tension’s even… You actually listened to me. Most people go too tight and cut off circulation, or too loose and it’s pointless.”
“Bold move, tying up a Knight like me. You sure you can handle what happens when I get free?”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against the sharp line of his jaw, then nipping lightly at his earlobe. “Safe word’s still ‘door.’”
His chuckle was low and rough, vibrating through his chest into your body where you sat pressed against him. “Understood. Now… what exactly do you plan to do with me all tied up and helpless?” The word “helpless” dripped with sarcasm, he was anything but, even bound.
You answered by rolling your hips slowly against his, grinding down in a deliberate circle. The friction through your clothes was maddening, his growing hardness pressing right where you needed it. A soft gasp escaped you, but you kept the pace torturously slow, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. The idea of seeing him cum his brains out motivating you, huh, perhaps that’s what he thinks as-well.
Lohen’s breath hitched. “Fuck… that’s how you want to play?” His hips twitched upward instinctively, seeking more pressure, but the angle and bindings limited him. “Grinding on me like a needy little thing before you’ve even properly started. Keep that up and I might not last long enough for whatever else you have planned.”
You smiled against his neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there while your hips continued their lazy, rolling grind. The heat between you built steadily. You could feel him hardening fully beneath you, thick and insistent. One of your hands slid down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle through his shirt, while the other tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back.
Just for a moment, you consider taking his straining cock out of his pants and sinking down onto it.
You rocked harder, pressing your core firmly against his clothed cock, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you both.
He groaned, deep and guttural, arms straining visibly against the rope. The chair creaked again. “You’re evil. Is this a secret side or am I rubbing off on you?” Despite the words, his voice was thick with arousal, hips jerking up to meet your movements as best he could.
“Grind a little harder, would you? Yeah, just like that. Gods, you feel good. Keep teasing and I’ll make sure you regret it when these ropes come off.”
The threat sent a thrill through you. You kissed him filthy, all tongue and teeth while your hips moved faster, chasing the building friction. His tunic rode up and you slipped a hand underneath to feel the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen, nails dragging lightly. Lohen kissed back with hungry intensity, nipping at your lip, but the restraints kept him from taking over like he clearly wanted to.
You broke the kiss and burried your face in his neck. A free hand coming up to fondle with the strings of the neckline of his shirt, loosening them. Your lips brushed over his collarbones before you sank your teeth into his skin.
Lohen’s breath hitched sharply, a low growl rumbling up from his chest.
“Greedy tonight, hm? Careful with those teeth. I bite back.”
After several long, torturous minutes of this, your breaths mingling, bodies rocking together in a heated rhythm that left you both aching, you finally slid off his lap. Your legs felt a little shaky, core throbbing with need, but the sight of him flushed, hard, breathing heavily with his arms bound behind him was worth it.
Dropping to your knees between his spread thighs, you freed his cock from his pants. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the head already slick. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave one slow, firm stroke.
Lohen’s head fell back slightly, a low moan escaping him. “Finally. Put that pretty mouth to work before I—”
You cut him off by leaning in and dragging your tongue slowly from base to tip, swirling around the sensitive head before taking him into your mouth. No rush. You savored him hot, heavy, the faint salty taste on your tongue. Your head bobbed with long, luxurious strokes, tongue pressing flat along the underside while one hand pumped what you couldn’t swallow.
“Shit, yes.” he groaned, thighs tensing around you. The ropes pulled taut as he strained. “Deeper. You can take more than that. I know you can.”
You obliged, relaxing your throat and sinking down until your nose brushed his skin. Holding there, swallowing around him, before pulling back with a gasp and diving in again.
Bringing him right to the edge with fast, tight suction and swirling tongue, only to pull back and tease with kitten licks along his shaft or gentle sucks on the head. Your free hand massaged his balls, rolling them, tugging lightly. The other stroked in perfect rhythm with your mouth.
Lohen deliberately pushed his hips upward, driving his cock further into your mouth and throat with a controlled thrust. The sudden move made your eyes water slightly, but the cocky little “Hah” that escaped him, something between a groan and a laugh sent heat flooding through you.
“Too much for you?” he taunted, voice rough and breathless, that smirk audible even now. He did it again, a shallow but deliberate push, testing your limits while bound. “Come on… you started this. Take it like a good girl.”
The challenge only fueled you. You doubled down, taking him even deeper in response, humming vibrations straight through his length while your hand twisted around the base. One hand worked in perfect sync with your mouth. His hips twitched again, but you held control, pulling back just enough to deny him at the peak before diving back in.
Lohen was a masterpiece of restrained power muscles flexing, chest heaving, steel-gray hair damp at the temples. “You’re killing me,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Merciless little tease. When I get out of this, I’m going to bend you over and…fuck, make you scream my name for hours.”
His threats only spurred you on. You worked him relentlessly, fast and sloppy, then slow and torturous, using every trick until he was trembling.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as thick, hot pulses filled your mouth. You swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks with slow, gentle sucks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
You pulled off carefully, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before tucking him away. Climbing back into his lap, you cupped his flushed face and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste.
Lohen sagged against the bindings for a long moment, breathing hard, but that cocky, victorious smirk was already returning. His red eyes burned into yours with renewed hunger.
“Untie me,” he rasped against your lips, nipping possessively. “My turn. And trust me… I’ve got lots of ideas on how to repay you for this.”
summary — are you the second coming of stormterror, the fearless wyvern knight karmilla, or just a girl who reads too much erotic fiction in your spare time? whatever the case, if lohen asks it of you, you don’t mind to show him what happens when he’s been bad.
themes — horimiya!inspired, librarian!reader, smut and humor, smacking your boyfriend around cause its his kink, interrogating lohen (roleplay), fate's glimmer returns, silly fire emblem references, lil bit of omniscient POV at the beginning, chair sex, dick riding, whiny-dom-top!lohen, praise, missionary, exploring new kinks together -> (very vanilla) choking, creampies and orgasms, they're in love your honor ♡
WC: 4.2k | ao3
All the knights in the Fifth Company feared their vicious Vice Captain, who dared to take on even the most vile of enemies in one-on-one combat with reckless abandon. None thought it possible, but after their return from Nod-Krai, there soon became a figure they feared even more. This individual was an enigma—one which the likes of the Knights of Favonius had never witnessed before. She had a small footprint, an even smaller list of achievements, and not a single badge of honor to her name. Yet whenever she cleared the room, men bowed their heads, and none dared to look at her twice.
This person, of course, was their resident librarian.
“Bun!” the Vice Captain chirped, running towards the woman with his arms extended wide. “You came to pick me up, didn’t ya?!”
Ursula and Gunther exchanged a look. When the Vice Captain came within range of this fearsome female, they held their breaths.
The woman raised her hand. Without missing a beat, it slapped straight across the Vice Captain’s face.
Smack! The man’s head whipped to the opposite side of the impact—a startling display of the power behind the woman’s blow. Ursula and Gunther cowered, holding one another as they dared not to gasp.
“Let’s go,” the woman said brusquely, holding her palm out to him.
The Vice Captain was nothing but giggles when he placed his hand in hers. As the two trotted off, hand in hand, their Vice Captain being pulled like a dog on a leash, neither Ursula nor Gunther uttered a single word. After all, when it came to the only person who could tame the likes of Vice Captain Lohen, they would rather endure his special training ten times over than attempt to engage in dialogue with her.
“...How was that?” you asked Lohen awkwardly. “Did you like it?”
“Fuck yeah,” Lohen replied, his lips curled into a grin. “This means you’re gonna beat me tonight, right? I’m so fuckin’ excited.”
“Can you…not say it like that?” you asked with a wince. “I mean, I got everything you asked for ready, but…if you keep walking around telling people I beat you, they’re going to avoid me even more than they do now!”
“But you do beat me!” he chirped. “A consensual beating is still a beating, sweetheart!”
“Ugh,” you sighed. “Someone’s going to ask the knights to do a welfare check on you if you keep talking like this.”
“Uh-oh, that wouldn’t be good. They’d probably walk in on you beating me.”
“Lohen.”
He laughed. “Just joking a little, Bun, jeez. Ooh—did you remember to get the sisal rope I asked for? I like how scratchy it is.”
“Yes, I…” You sighed. “Yes. And before you ask, I got the gloves and picked up the…outfit.”
Lohen’s giggle was beyond perverse. Warmth touched at your cheeks, but you squeezed his hand anyway. As you both went strolling through the streets of Dornman Port, Lohen smiling from ear-to-ear with the red mark of your hand displayed proudly on his cheek, you could feel the stares and hear the whispers. Still, when he was content like this, you could hardly let it bother you.
As soon as you let Lohen into your home, a humble thing placed among the row of houses near the harbor, he immediately started stripping his plates of armor. You stepped around him, taking up the bundle of clothes you had laid on your table. As you stared at the black lace, you hesitated.
“Should I…tie you up first?” you asked. “Or after I change?”
“Tie me up first,” he said as he unfastened the various buckles of his uniform. “That way it builds some tension.”
“O…kay.”
He came up to your side, languidly curling an arm around your hips.
“Oh, don’t be so scared.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to your temple, giving you a firm squeeze.“You’ve got this!”
Easier said than done, really. You and Lohen had played around with the idea for some time, but that didn’t make you feel any more confident about it. Where he was an interrogation extraordinaire, you were just a girl who read way too much erotic fiction in your spare time.
Not that your beloved series was erotica. It just so happened to contain various sexual situations. You read it for the plot.
“Man, I’m so excited,” Lohen said, grinning as he flopped into the wooden chair. “Love it when you smack me around in your underwear. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
Awkwardly, you laughed. You reached for the bundle of sisal rope, the threads scratching your palm as you did so. When you knelt at his side, looping the rope around his wrist, he giggled, his hands squeezing into fists.
“Tie it tighter,” he told you jovially.
“S-sure…”
One wrist, two. Then his ankles. All of Lohen’s limbs were fixed to the wooden chair, and you were convinced that he couldn’t have looked happier about it if he tried. Your eyes lingered on the indigo of his collared shirt for a moment, before you decided to reach over and loosen the top two buttons.
“Naughty, naughty, Bun. You like that?”
Ah, your egotistical boyfriend. Unfortunately, with his massive pride came the fact that he was the sexiest man you had ever met.
“I’m gonna change,” you said. “Do you, um…? Are you…? Er, never mind. I’ll…be back.”
You gestured to the hall. Lohen stared after you with his signature smirk, sending your heart skipping in your chest. Somewhat flustered, you rushed to your bedroom, skimpy black lingerie held to your chest.
You could do this for him. It wasn’t much different from those nights where you smacked him around and placed your fingers to his throat, just a slightly varied exposition. You had read countless scenarios like this in your novels, even placed highlights among the parts you thought that Lohen might like. For weeks, you had studied the character of a salacious fictional woman with a penchant for doling out pain, just to get yourself into the right mental headspace.
Not because of the explicit smut that accompanied it. You only read the world renowned series—Fate’s Glimmer—for the plot.
“Channel your inner Karmilla,” you muttered aloud. “You can do this.”
Nodding to yourself, you smiled.
One heeled step, then the other. Slowly, you walked the length of the hallway that led from your bedroom to your kitchen, crossing your feet over your midline with each swing of your leg. It was probably stilted, maybe even a little awkward, but the way Lohen’s eyes lit up when he saw your rookie attempt at a cat walk made your heart skip a beat.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he said with a wicked grin.
Heat pooled in your cheeks. “Script,” you reminded him.
He nodded, and in an instant, that smile was gone from his face. The way he glared at you sent shivers down your spine, and when you thought to yourself of Karmilla, the seductive dragon knight who killed for the sake of love, you gave him an amused smile in return.
“Vice Captain Lohen,” you said. Slowly, you walked around him, letting your gloved hand drag across his chest. “You’ve caused quite a bit of trouble for the Fatui here in Nod-Krai. So many of my men have fallen at your hand.”
You circled back around to his front, smiling as tenderly as you could.
Then, you brusquely cupped his chin, forcing his head backwards. As you loomed over him, staring down into his crimson eyes with your fingers dug into his soft cheeks, you felt the shake of Lohen’s breath in his throat. His lips moved like he wanted to smile, but he forced them back into a flat expression before you could remind him, script.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” you whispered.
“Ha,” Lohen spat, returning your look with a searing glare of his own. “Maybe your ‘men’ should have put up more of a fight. If you’re gonna blame anyone, then you should blame the one who trained them.”
You tilted your head, maintaining your smile. Narrowing your eyes slightly, you asked, “Are you insulting me, Vice Captain?”
“If it was you,” he said, “then yeah, I am. You did a lousy fuckin’ job.”
You snapped your hand back before sending it driving forwards. The smack of your palm against Lohen’s cheek echoed through the room, and when his head swiveled to the opposite side, you grasped his hair in your fist. Pushing his head backwards, you smiled as you purred, “You don’t seem to understand the situation you’re in, Vice Captain.”
His shoulders were heaving like he was already getting riled up. You watched as he bit his lower lip, let it go, and stared into your eyes with a longing expression. He squirmed, like he wanted to touch you, but the restraints binding him did not give him reprieve. As you wracked your mind for a seductive line, your eyes rolled down his torso, catching on the peek of his collarbones. You kept his head held back with one hand, using your other to play the leather of your gloves against the exposed part of his chest.
“Ordinarily,” you said, “I would have killed you by now. But I need a bit of information. That, and…you are quite handsome, Vice Captain. I’m interested in seeing how much it’ll take to break you.”
“You’re sick,” he hissed. “What kind of filthy woman uses her captives for her own pleasure?”
“Once again, Vice Captain. I don’t think you’re understanding the situation you’re in.”
“Oh, I understand it just fine. You’re a sadistic little pervert, aren’t you?”
You laughed, even though your heart pounded in response to his words. Gripping his hair harder, watching his eyelids blink rapidly and his chest heave faster, you murmured, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were getting off on this, Vice Captain.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he said breathily.
“Script.”
“I mean—fuck you,” he growled, “you sick fuckin’ psycho. You think this is a game?”
Heat flooded your cheeks when you giggled. Running the thumb of your gloved hand along the corner of his mouth, you murmured, “I sure do, Vice Captain. And I think it’s one you want to play.” You leaned closer to his face, lowering your voice. “By the end of this, I’m sure we’ll figure out who the real sick psycho is.”
Without missing a beat, you straddled him, sitting atop of the bulge in his trousers. One of your hands kept Lohen’s head pinned backwards, while the other tried at the tight purse of his lips. When you subtly rubbed your hips forward, he let out a low hiss, his arms straining against the sisal rope. As soon as he let out that strained sound, you pushed your thumb into his mouth, thrusting the leather of your glove against his hot tongue. Lohen’s face glowed red, and when you hooked your thumb into the inner corner of his mouth, he let out a moan.
He was losing the script, really, but the fact that he was enjoying it was enough to keep you from mentioning it. You smiled somewhat fondly, before remembering that you were supposed to be playing the part of a psychopathic sadist. Laughing under your breath, you rubbed your hips forward, feeling wetness seep through your lacy black undergarments because of it.
“You’re so hard, Vice Captain,” you crooned, playing your crotch along that stiff, prominent tent of his. “How embarrassing.”
“Fuck,” Lohen said, his voice partially muffled by your finger. “Bun, you’re so hot.”
You giggled. “Falling in love with the Fatui, huh?”
“Ugh,” Lohen groaned, his arms straining once again. “I wanna fuck you so bad, Bun.”
You closed your eyes, but you smiled still. Heat bathed your cheeks as you rutted against him, feeling the shape of him against your outer lips. It felt nice to grind in his lap like this, slow and controlled, as fast as you desired it to be. You were far too used to Lohen throwing you over whatever counter he could find and fucking you like an orgasm was the only solution to defusing a bomb. To be able to slow down for once and take your time, all while he groaned and struggled beneath you, felt a bit better than you had expected.
“Take your—.” Lohen let out a hissing breath. “Take your panties off. Put me in.”
“Vice Captain Lohen,” you answered firmly. “You forget yourself.”
“Fuck, Bun,” he gasped. “Take this shit off me and I’ll fuck you right now.”
“Oh? Should I remind you that you’re the one who wanted this?”
“Fuck,” he whined, his hips attempting to rut up against yours, constrained by the ropes binding his ankles. “Don’t be a bitch, Bun.”
Something about seeing him so desperate for you, the way he always made you so desperate for him, sent a pleasured thrill right through you. With a grin, you continued your slow grind over his bulge, wringing moan after moan from his throat. The way he clawed at the arms of the chair, like he’d grab you by the hips and destroy you if he had the chance, made your chest bubble with laughter.
This was…part of the script, right? You were just acting the part of Karmilla. You didn’t actually enjoy taunting Lohen like this, did you?
“Bun,” he whimpered, red stretching from one of his ears to the other. “Please.”
Chills ran down your spine. You hadn’t even realized “please” was a word in Lohen’s lexicon.
You returned to your coy smirk. Nodding, you craned down to place your mouth to his.
He was grunting against you, his hips still trying to move. You were worried he’d tip the chair with how hard he was struggling, so with a light touch of your hand, you squeezed the sides of his neck where his choker lay. The way he moaned and tried to rut up into you at the same time made you shiver.
“Calm down, Vice Captain,” you said between kisses. “Acting like you deserve a reward…don’t you know you’ve been bad?”
“If you don’t get me out of these fucking pants,” he hissed, “I’m gonna be a lot worse when you take this shit off me.”
…Was that script or was he being serious?
“Ah, fuck,” Lohen sputtered when you reached between his legs. As you unzipped him, he moaned, “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”
Even tied to a chair, whining and begging for you to sit on his dick, he maintained his usual egotistical sense of power. You couldn’t deny that it was sexy. When you pulled aside the wet crotch of your panties, brushing up against Lohen’s glans as it dribbled with precum, he let out one of the most guttural sounds you had ever heard.
“Sit on it,” he gasped, his hands curling up into fists. “Bun, sit on it.”
You swallowed hard. Lightly, you rubbed him across your inner folds.
“Bun,” Lohen whined. “You’re being a fuckin’ bitch.”
You liked the sound of that.
“I swear to fuckin’ God,” he growled. “I’m gonna fuck the living shit out of you when you untie me.”
You loved the sound of that.
“Sit on it, sit on it, sit on—nn, good girl.”
He moaned and you let out a hot breath, watching Lohen’s head roll back as you sank onto him. The soft sound of your cunt sliding around his member was secondary to the excited pound of your heart, then tertiary to the plap of your hips meeting his. Your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping hard as you slowly lifted up again. When you descended back onto him, taking your sweet time with it, Lohen’s curses turned so frequent and vile, your cheeks flushed at the sound of them. He jerked beneath you, hands clenching and unclenching as he let out a frustrated snarl.
“You’re a cunt,” he gasped. “I love you, Bunny, but you’re a cunt.”
“Don’t you…like that, though?” you replied breathily. “Isn’t it nice to…take it slow?”
“Too fuckin’ slow,” he growled. “I know you know how to ride me, you fuckin’ bitch.”
You laughed when he stared at you with those dark eyes of his, the ones that only came out when he was thoroughly pissed at you. It wasn’t often that you had the upper hand in a situation with Lohen, but whenever you did, you adored how he’d let his vile side out. Lohen was your two-faced prince, one who led you to bed with his hands curled in yours, then proceeded to ruin you until your tears soaked the pillow beneath you. Tender, sometimes; rough, others; but full of love all the same.
“I’m taking care of you,” you whispered, “and you call me a bitch for it?”
The darkness in his eyes immediately dissipated. Sounding concerned, he said, “Sorry, I didn’t—.”
“Ah-ah. It’s just the script, Lohen. I know that.”
“...Okay,” he answered. “Just making sure.”
Ah, that was your prince alright. Sure, he’d fuck you so hard that you couldn’t walk straight for days, but he’d never want you to think for a second that he didn’t appreciate you.
“I still,” he groaned, “want you to go faster.”
“Well. That’s too bad.” You caressed his face, pressing your lips to his. “I quite like this pace, Vice Captain.”
When you lifted up again, your inner walls following the shape of him as he receded within you, you swung your hips in a circular motion. With a grin, you said, “I’ll spell something for you. If you guess it right, then I’ll go faster.”
You kissed him again, rocking your hips back, then slightly to the right. With another wet plap of your lap to his, you swung around in a circle. Rocking back, forward; back, forward; then straight across—.
“Lohen,” he sputtered. “You’re spelling Lohen.”
You laughed. “Good job.”
You moved a bit faster, feeling the stretch of his girth within you. Lohen’s teeth dug into his lower lip, his eyes blinking rapidly. Through his tense mouth, he groaned, “Good fuckin’ girl.”
Your smile fell from your lips. You tried to stifle your whimper.
“You’re so good at that,” he groaned. “A real fuckin’ pro at taking me.”
“L-Lohen,” you said, your voice wavering.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard after this,” he growled. “Put my hands around your pretty little throat.”
“O-oh.”
“Make you take it,” he snarled, “until you say thank you.”
“F…fuck,” you stammered, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Is that…part of the script?”
His lips curled into a lopsided grin. “Do you want it to be?”
Your lips fell open, silent at first. After a hesitant swallow, you whispered, “I…don’t know.”
He chuckled. “Which one of us is the bad one again?”
In all honesty, you could no longer tell.
“Untie me,” he whispered.
Ever a fool for him, you obliged.
You were used to the sensation of Lohen fucking into you like a battering ram. That wasn’t anything new. But the hands around your throat?
“You okay?”
Your hands grasped his forearms, your lips gasping for air. Though tears streamed down your face, you nodded.
“Woah, woah,” he said, relinquishing his grasp on the sides of your neck. “Breathe, Bun.”
You inhaled a gulping breath as he requested. The fuzzy feeling in your mind was replaced by stinging clarity, making you acutely aware of the slap of Lohen’s pelvis into your own. Your nails dug into his forearms, and when his tip mashed against the lip of your cervix, you let out a sob of his name.
“Again,” you wailed, squeezing his wrists. “Do it again, Lohen.”
Like a vice, those hands of his clamped around your neck once more. With another forceful thrust of his hips, stuffing you full of him, you were overwhelmed by the pain in your pelvis and the dizziness in your head, all of it melting your insides into a sweet pool of pleasure. Lohen didn’t look at you with those princely eyes this time—no, these eyes were the ones he wore when he came home drenched in the blood of his enemies, the ones he quickly fixed whenever he met your gaze. You had always known there was a feral animal within him, waiting for the right chance to rear its head and bite its fangs into your neck. You just hadn’t realized that you, too, might end up longing for something like this.
Perhaps you had been stuck in a safety net for too long. Always sticking to the jobs with the lowest risk, not even daring to ponder the life of an adventurer. You liked simplicity and played it chaste, but whenever you read those graphic scenarios in your novels, your eyes soaking in the depravity of the explicit content, you could never help but wonder.
Besides. Lohen seemed to like it.
“Breathe,” he said, releasing you once more.
You gasped, your legs flailing around his hips as you drug air into your screaming lungs. Between your legs, he thrust and thrust, the wet slaps of his skin against yours consuming your ears. Somewhat delirious, you felt like a drunk woman when you slurred, “That feels s’good, Lohen. Do it again.”
“Bun, you’re gonna pass out,” he murmured. “Just breathe, okay?”
You nodded, blinking tears from your eyes as you whispered, “Okay.”
“You did…” A groan, punctuated by a thrust. “You did really good.”
Sniffling, you whimpered, “Okay.”
“Mm, don’t cry.”
He leaned over you, his hands cupping your face. When his mouth pressed to yours, you looped your arms around his neck, holding him in close. With each rough thrust of his hips, you whimpered against him, the salt of your tears filling your mouth.
“You did so good, pretty girl,” he whispered. “So good for your first time.”
You nodded, and he chuckled. After kissing you again, he said, “We’ll take it easy, okay? You can’t hold your breath as long as I can, and I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Your breath quivered. Pressing your hand to his face, you whispered, “Okay.”
“Oh, Bun,” he murmured, slotting his nose against yours. “I know you just wanna make me happy.”
“I do, but…” You stroked your hand across his cheek as you craned your mouth closer to his. “I did like it. I’m not lying to you.”
He gave you a soft kiss. “I know you’re not.”
Ah, his princely side was back. As you thread your fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth pressed to yours, you smiled. As you adapted to his wishes, it seemed that he was always proficiently adapted to yours. You felt the twine of his fingers, pressing your free hand into the mattress, and as the rut of his hips climbed to a sweet breaking point, you rocked back into him with each thrust.
“Thank you,” Lohen said between kisses. “You’re really good to me, Bun.”
You smiled against his lips. “Of course I am. I love you, you know?”
He grinned. “You never let me forget it.”
“And that’s how it should be.” You played your thumb along the mole studding his cheek, purring, “You won’t say it back?”
“Silly girl,” he whispered hotly. “You know I love you more than anything.”
You dug your teeth into your lower lip. Euphoria washed over you like a tepid wave, brushing the shore before slinking back to the sea. You grasped Lohen’s hand harder, and before you could impart the words, he took them right from your mouth.
With him kissing you like this, fucking you like this—it was only a matter of time. With your legs tucked to his hips, you moaned the words against his tongue. I’m cumming.
His laugh tickled your cheeks. His hips thrust into yours once more before abruptly stopping. As he moaned into the hot cavern of your joined mouths, you knew what he was saying. I’m cumming, too.
He thrust again. Then once more. Still kissing you, he gave you every last drop of him, and you couldn’t have been more content about it if you tried.
“Mm, Bun,” he moaned. “You’re so good at taking it.”
You giggled. When he nuzzled against your cheek, laying his full body weight atop of you, you looped an arm around his back. He pressed kiss after kiss to your face, crooning, “Love you, love you, love you,” over and over again.
“Get off me,” you laughed. “We need to clean up.”
“Done already?” he whined. “I can get it up again, I promise.”
“Somehow, I doubt that,” you murmured back.
His lips stretched into a toothy grin. “Wanna bet?”
He lifted off of you, grabbing you by the shoulder. You yelped when he flipped you over, your face pressed to the pillow beneath you. Lohen’s hands traced the shape of your hips, and when he settled on your ass, he let out an inquisitive hum.
“I think I’ve got one more in me,” he purred.
You grinned, biting your index finger between your teeth. “You’re bad, Vice Captain.”
He laughed. “You’ll just have to punish me for it next time.”
When he slapped his wet shaft against the curve of your ass, you smiled. You’d let him have the upper hand this time, sure. But when you walked him to base tomorrow, dropping him off in front of all of his subordinates, you’d be sure to collect your dues tenfold. With a single smack of your hand, you’d put that cocky Vice Captain back in his proper place—right beneath your heel.
Well. With thoughts like these, it seemed that the other knights would have to remain scared of you a while longer.
a/n: i gotta give credit where credit is due, @crazyroulettes you are legit my ghost writer and i love ya! she gave me the horimiya idea and i also stole that stormterror bit in the summary from her. and to @seimio-inari, thanks for gassing me up on discord! xD
anyway, it's been a hot minute since i posted some lohen smut! this one's a long one, and i sure hope you enjoyed! just a quick disclaimer to anyone who may send me asks after this one: please keep in mind that most of my content is vanilla and don't ask me about extreme topics as i will ignore you.
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ring finger, lohen drabble/imagine (350+ notes)
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summary — are you the second coming of stormterror, the fearless wyvern knight karmilla, or just a girl who reads too much erotic fiction in your spare time? whatever the case, if lohen asks it of you, you don’t mind to show him what happens when he’s been bad.
themes — horimiya!inspired, librarian!reader, smut and humor, smacking your boyfriend around cause its his kink, interrogating lohen (roleplay), fate's glimmer returns, silly fire emblem references, lil bit of omniscient POV at the beginning, chair sex, dick riding, whiny-dom-top!lohen, praise, missionary, exploring new kinks together -> (very vanilla) choking, creampies and orgasms, they're in love your honor ♡
WC: 4.2k | ao3
All the knights in the Fifth Company feared their vicious Vice Captain, who dared to take on even the most vile of enemies in one-on-one combat with reckless abandon. None thought it possible, but after their return from Nod-Krai, there soon became a figure they feared even more. This individual was an enigma—one which the likes of the Knights of Favonius had never witnessed before. She had a small footprint, an even smaller list of achievements, and not a single badge of honor to her name. Yet whenever she cleared the room, men bowed their heads, and none dared to look at her twice.
This person, of course, was their resident librarian.
“Bun!” the Vice Captain chirped, running towards the woman with his arms extended wide. “You came to pick me up, didn’t ya?!”
Ursula and Gunther exchanged a look. When the Vice Captain came within range of this fearsome female, they held their breaths.
The woman raised her hand. Without missing a beat, it slapped straight across the Vice Captain’s face.
Smack! The man’s head whipped to the opposite side of the impact—a startling display of the power behind the woman’s blow. Ursula and Gunther cowered, holding one another as they dared not to gasp.
“Let’s go,” the woman said brusquely, holding her palm out to him.
The Vice Captain was nothing but giggles when he placed his hand in hers. As the two trotted off, hand in hand, their Vice Captain being pulled like a dog on a leash, neither Ursula nor Gunther uttered a single word. After all, when it came to the only person who could tame the likes of Vice Captain Lohen, they would rather endure his special training ten times over than attempt to engage in dialogue with her.
“...How was that?” you asked Lohen awkwardly. “Did you like it?”
“Fuck yeah,” Lohen replied, his lips curled into a grin. “This means you’re gonna beat me tonight, right? I’m so fuckin’ excited.”
“Can you…not say it like that?” you asked with a wince. “I mean, I got everything you asked for ready, but…if you keep walking around telling people I beat you, they’re going to avoid me even more than they do now!”
“But you do beat me!” he chirped. “A consensual beating is still a beating, sweetheart!”
“Ugh,” you sighed. “Someone’s going to ask the knights to do a welfare check on you if you keep talking like this.”
“Uh-oh, that wouldn’t be good. They’d probably walk in on you beating me.”
“Lohen.”
He laughed. “Just joking a little, Bun, jeez. Ooh—did you remember to get the sisal rope I asked for? I like how scratchy it is.”
“Yes, I…” You sighed. “Yes. And before you ask, I got the gloves and picked up the…outfit.”
Lohen’s giggle was beyond perverse. Warmth touched at your cheeks, but you squeezed his hand anyway. As you both went strolling through the streets of Dornman Port, Lohen smiling from ear-to-ear with the red mark of your hand displayed proudly on his cheek, you could feel the stares and hear the whispers. Still, when he was content like this, you could hardly let it bother you.
As soon as you let Lohen into your home, a humble thing placed among the row of houses near the harbor, he immediately started stripping his plates of armor. You stepped around him, taking up the bundle of clothes you had laid on your table. As you stared at the black lace, you hesitated.
“Should I…tie you up first?” you asked. “Or after I change?”
“Tie me up first,” he said as he unfastened the various buckles of his uniform. “That way it builds some tension.”
“O…kay.”
He came up to your side, languidly curling an arm around your hips.
“Oh, don’t be so scared.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to your temple, giving you a firm squeeze.“You’ve got this!”
Easier said than done, really. You and Lohen had played around with the idea for some time, but that didn’t make you feel any more confident about it. Where he was an interrogation extraordinaire, you were just a girl who read way too much erotic fiction in your spare time.
Not that your beloved series was erotica. It just so happened to contain various sexual situations. You read it for the plot.
“Man, I’m so excited,” Lohen said, grinning as he flopped into the wooden chair. “Love it when you smack me around in your underwear. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
Awkwardly, you laughed. You reached for the bundle of sisal rope, the threads scratching your palm as you did so. When you knelt at his side, looping the rope around his wrist, he giggled, his hands squeezing into fists.
“Tie it tighter,” he told you jovially.
“S-sure…”
One wrist, two. Then his ankles. All of Lohen’s limbs were fixed to the wooden chair, and you were convinced that he couldn’t have looked happier about it if he tried. Your eyes lingered on the indigo of his collared shirt for a moment, before you decided to reach over and loosen the top two buttons.
“Naughty, naughty, Bun. You like that?”
Ah, your egotistical boyfriend. Unfortunately, with his massive pride came the fact that he was the sexiest man you had ever met.
“I’m gonna change,” you said. “Do you, um…? Are you…? Er, never mind. I’ll…be back.”
You gestured to the hall. Lohen stared after you with his signature smirk, sending your heart skipping in your chest. Somewhat flustered, you rushed to your bedroom, skimpy black lingerie held to your chest.
You could do this for him. It wasn’t much different from those nights where you smacked him around and placed your fingers to his throat, just a slightly varied exposition. You had read countless scenarios like this in your novels, even placed highlights among the parts you thought that Lohen might like. For weeks, you had studied the character of a salacious fictional woman with a penchant for doling out pain, just to get yourself into the right mental headspace.
Not because of the explicit smut that accompanied it. You only read the world renowned series—Fate’s Glimmer—for the plot.
“Channel your inner Karmilla,” you muttered aloud. “You can do this.”
Nodding to yourself, you smiled.
One heeled step, then the other. Slowly, you walked the length of the hallway that led from your bedroom to your kitchen, crossing your feet over your midline with each swing of your leg. It was probably stilted, maybe even a little awkward, but the way Lohen’s eyes lit up when he saw your rookie attempt at a cat walk made your heart skip a beat.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he said with a wicked grin.
Heat pooled in your cheeks. “Script,” you reminded him.
He nodded, and in an instant, that smile was gone from his face. The way he glared at you sent shivers down your spine, and when you thought to yourself of Karmilla, the seductive dragon knight who killed for the sake of love, you gave him an amused smile in return.
“Vice Captain Lohen,” you said. Slowly, you walked around him, letting your gloved hand drag across his chest. “You’ve caused quite a bit of trouble for the Fatui here in Nod-Krai. So many of my men have fallen at your hand.”
You circled back around to his front, smiling as tenderly as you could.
Then, you brusquely cupped his chin, forcing his head backwards. As you loomed over him, staring down into his crimson eyes with your fingers dug into his soft cheeks, you felt the shake of Lohen’s breath in his throat. His lips moved like he wanted to smile, but he forced them back into a flat expression before you could remind him, script.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” you whispered.
“Ha,” Lohen spat, returning your look with a searing glare of his own. “Maybe your ‘men’ should have put up more of a fight. If you’re gonna blame anyone, then you should blame the one who trained them.”
You tilted your head, maintaining your smile. Narrowing your eyes slightly, you asked, “Are you insulting me, Vice Captain?”
“If it was you,” he said, “then yeah, I am. You did a lousy fuckin’ job.”
You snapped your hand back before sending it driving forwards. The smack of your palm against Lohen’s cheek echoed through the room, and when his head swiveled to the opposite side, you grasped his hair in your fist. Pushing his head backwards, you smiled as you purred, “You don’t seem to understand the situation you’re in, Vice Captain.”
His shoulders were heaving like he was already getting riled up. You watched as he bit his lower lip, let it go, and stared into your eyes with a longing expression. He squirmed, like he wanted to touch you, but the restraints binding him did not give him reprieve. As you wracked your mind for a seductive line, your eyes rolled down his torso, catching on the peek of his collarbones. You kept his head held back with one hand, using your other to play the leather of your gloves against the exposed part of his chest.
“Ordinarily,” you said, “I would have killed you by now. But I need a bit of information. That, and…you are quite handsome, Vice Captain. I’m interested in seeing how much it’ll take to break you.”
“You’re sick,” he hissed. “What kind of filthy woman uses her captives for her own pleasure?”
“Once again, Vice Captain. I don’t think you’re understanding the situation you’re in.”
“Oh, I understand it just fine. You’re a sadistic little pervert, aren’t you?”
You laughed, even though your heart pounded in response to his words. Gripping his hair harder, watching his eyelids blink rapidly and his chest heave faster, you murmured, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were getting off on this, Vice Captain.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he said breathily.
“Script.”
“I mean—fuck you,” he growled, “you sick fuckin’ psycho. You think this is a game?”
Heat flooded your cheeks when you giggled. Running the thumb of your gloved hand along the corner of his mouth, you murmured, “I sure do, Vice Captain. And I think it’s one you want to play.” You leaned closer to his face, lowering your voice. “By the end of this, I’m sure we’ll figure out who the real sick psycho is.”
Without missing a beat, you straddled him, sitting atop of the bulge in his trousers. One of your hands kept Lohen’s head pinned backwards, while the other tried at the tight purse of his lips. When you subtly rubbed your hips forward, he let out a low hiss, his arms straining against the sisal rope. As soon as he let out that strained sound, you pushed your thumb into his mouth, thrusting the leather of your glove against his hot tongue. Lohen’s face glowed red, and when you hooked your thumb into the inner corner of his mouth, he let out a moan.
He was losing the script, really, but the fact that he was enjoying it was enough to keep you from mentioning it. You smiled somewhat fondly, before remembering that you were supposed to be playing the part of a psychopathic sadist. Laughing under your breath, you rubbed your hips forward, feeling wetness seep through your lacy black undergarments because of it.
“You’re so hard, Vice Captain,” you crooned, playing your crotch along that stiff, prominent tent of his. “How embarrassing.”
“Fuck,” Lohen said, his voice partially muffled by your finger. “Bun, you’re so hot.”
You giggled. “Falling in love with the Fatui, huh?”
“Ugh,” Lohen groaned, his arms straining once again. “I wanna fuck you so bad, Bun.”
You closed your eyes, but you smiled still. Heat bathed your cheeks as you rutted against him, feeling the shape of him against your outer lips. It felt nice to grind in his lap like this, slow and controlled, as fast as you desired it to be. You were far too used to Lohen throwing you over whatever counter he could find and fucking you like an orgasm was the only solution to defusing a bomb. To be able to slow down for once and take your time, all while he groaned and struggled beneath you, felt a bit better than you had expected.
“Take your—.” Lohen let out a hissing breath. “Take your panties off. Put me in.”
“Vice Captain Lohen,” you answered firmly. “You forget yourself.”
“Fuck, Bun,” he gasped. “Take this shit off me and I’ll fuck you right now.”
“Oh? Should I remind you that you’re the one who wanted this?”
“Fuck,” he whined, his hips attempting to rut up against yours, constrained by the ropes binding his ankles. “Don’t be a bitch, Bun.”
Something about seeing him so desperate for you, the way he always made you so desperate for him, sent a pleasured thrill right through you. With a grin, you continued your slow grind over his bulge, wringing moan after moan from his throat. The way he clawed at the arms of the chair, like he’d grab you by the hips and destroy you if he had the chance, made your chest bubble with laughter.
This was…part of the script, right? You were just acting the part of Karmilla. You didn’t actually enjoy taunting Lohen like this, did you?
“Bun,” he whimpered, red stretching from one of his ears to the other. “Please.”
Chills ran down your spine. You hadn’t even realized “please” was a word in Lohen’s lexicon.
You returned to your coy smirk. Nodding, you craned down to place your mouth to his.
He was grunting against you, his hips still trying to move. You were worried he’d tip the chair with how hard he was struggling, so with a light touch of your hand, you squeezed the sides of his neck where his choker lay. The way he moaned and tried to rut up into you at the same time made you shiver.
“Calm down, Vice Captain,” you said between kisses. “Acting like you deserve a reward…don’t you know you’ve been bad?”
“If you don’t get me out of these fucking pants,” he hissed, “I’m gonna be a lot worse when you take this shit off me.”
…Was that script or was he being serious?
“Ah, fuck,” Lohen sputtered when you reached between his legs. As you unzipped him, he moaned, “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”
Even tied to a chair, whining and begging for you to sit on his dick, he maintained his usual egotistical sense of power. You couldn’t deny that it was sexy. When you pulled aside the wet crotch of your panties, brushing up against Lohen’s glans as it dribbled with precum, he let out one of the most guttural sounds you had ever heard.
“Sit on it,” he gasped, his hands curling up into fists. “Bun, sit on it.”
You swallowed hard. Lightly, you rubbed him across your inner folds.
“Bun,” Lohen whined. “You’re being a fuckin’ bitch.”
You liked the sound of that.
“I swear to fuckin’ God,” he growled. “I’m gonna fuck the living shit out of you when you untie me.”
You loved the sound of that.
“Sit on it, sit on it, sit on—nn, good girl.”
He moaned and you let out a hot breath, watching Lohen’s head roll back as you sank onto him. The soft sound of your cunt sliding around his member was secondary to the excited pound of your heart, then tertiary to the plap of your hips meeting his. Your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping hard as you slowly lifted up again. When you descended back onto him, taking your sweet time with it, Lohen’s curses turned so frequent and vile, your cheeks flushed at the sound of them. He jerked beneath you, hands clenching and unclenching as he let out a frustrated snarl.
“You’re a cunt,” he gasped. “I love you, Bunny, but you’re a cunt.”
“Don’t you…like that, though?” you replied breathily. “Isn’t it nice to…take it slow?”
“Too fuckin’ slow,” he growled. “I know you know how to ride me, you fuckin’ bitch.”
You laughed when he stared at you with those dark eyes of his, the ones that only came out when he was thoroughly pissed at you. It wasn’t often that you had the upper hand in a situation with Lohen, but whenever you did, you adored how he’d let his vile side out. Lohen was your two-faced prince, one who led you to bed with his hands curled in yours, then proceeded to ruin you until your tears soaked the pillow beneath you. Tender, sometimes; rough, others; but full of love all the same.
“I’m taking care of you,” you whispered, “and you call me a bitch for it?”
The darkness in his eyes immediately dissipated. Sounding concerned, he said, “Sorry, I didn’t—.”
“Ah-ah. It’s just the script, Lohen. I know that.”
“...Okay,” he answered. “Just making sure.”
Ah, that was your prince alright. Sure, he’d fuck you so hard that you couldn’t walk straight for days, but he’d never want you to think for a second that he didn’t appreciate you.
“I still,” he groaned, “want you to go faster.”
“Well. That’s too bad.” You caressed his face, pressing your lips to his. “I quite like this pace, Vice Captain.”
When you lifted up again, your inner walls following the shape of him as he receded within you, you swung your hips in a circular motion. With a grin, you said, “I’ll spell something for you. If you guess it right, then I’ll go faster.”
You kissed him again, rocking your hips back, then slightly to the right. With another wet plap of your lap to his, you swung around in a circle. Rocking back, forward; back, forward; then straight across—.
“Lohen,” he sputtered. “You’re spelling Lohen.”
You laughed. “Good job.”
You moved a bit faster, feeling the stretch of his girth within you. Lohen’s teeth dug into his lower lip, his eyes blinking rapidly. Through his tense mouth, he groaned, “Good fuckin’ girl.”
Your smile fell from your lips. You tried to stifle your whimper.
“You’re so good at that,” he groaned. “A real fuckin’ pro at taking me.”
“L-Lohen,” you said, your voice wavering.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard after this,” he growled. “Put my hands around your pretty little throat.”
“O-oh.”
“Make you take it,” he snarled, “until you say thank you.”
“F…fuck,” you stammered, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Is that…part of the script?”
His lips curled into a lopsided grin. “Do you want it to be?”
Your lips fell open, silent at first. After a hesitant swallow, you whispered, “I…don’t know.”
He chuckled. “Which one of us is the bad one again?”
In all honesty, you could no longer tell.
“Untie me,” he whispered.
Ever a fool for him, you obliged.
You were used to the sensation of Lohen fucking into you like a battering ram. That wasn’t anything new. But the hands around your throat?
“You okay?”
Your hands grasped his forearms, your lips gasping for air. Though tears streamed down your face, you nodded.
“Woah, woah,” he said, relinquishing his grasp on the sides of your neck. “Breathe, Bun.”
You inhaled a gulping breath as he requested. The fuzzy feeling in your mind was replaced by stinging clarity, making you acutely aware of the slap of Lohen’s pelvis into your own. Your nails dug into his forearms, and when his tip mashed against the lip of your cervix, you let out a sob of his name.
“Again,” you wailed, squeezing his wrists. “Do it again, Lohen.”
Like a vice, those hands of his clamped around your neck once more. With another forceful thrust of his hips, stuffing you full of him, you were overwhelmed by the pain in your pelvis and the dizziness in your head, all of it melting your insides into a sweet pool of pleasure. Lohen didn’t look at you with those princely eyes this time—no, these eyes were the ones he wore when he came home drenched in the blood of his enemies, the ones he quickly fixed whenever he met your gaze. You had always known there was a feral animal within him, waiting for the right chance to rear its head and bite its fangs into your neck. You just hadn’t realized that you, too, might end up longing for something like this.
Perhaps you had been stuck in a safety net for too long. Always sticking to the jobs with the lowest risk, not even daring to ponder the life of an adventurer. You liked simplicity and played it chaste, but whenever you read those graphic scenarios in your novels, your eyes soaking in the depravity of the explicit content, you could never help but wonder.
Besides. Lohen seemed to like it.
“Breathe,” he said, releasing you once more.
You gasped, your legs flailing around his hips as you drug air into your screaming lungs. Between your legs, he thrust and thrust, the wet slaps of his skin against yours consuming your ears. Somewhat delirious, you felt like a drunk woman when you slurred, “That feels s’good, Lohen. Do it again.”
“Bun, you’re gonna pass out,” he murmured. “Just breathe, okay?”
You nodded, blinking tears from your eyes as you whispered, “Okay.”
“You did…” A groan, punctuated by a thrust. “You did really good.”
Sniffling, you whimpered, “Okay.”
“Mm, don’t cry.”
He leaned over you, his hands cupping your face. When his mouth pressed to yours, you looped your arms around his neck, holding him in close. With each rough thrust of his hips, you whimpered against him, the salt of your tears filling your mouth.
“You did so good, pretty girl,” he whispered. “So good for your first time.”
You nodded, and he chuckled. After kissing you again, he said, “We’ll take it easy, okay? You can’t hold your breath as long as I can, and I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Your breath quivered. Pressing your hand to his face, you whispered, “Okay.”
“Oh, Bun,” he murmured, slotting his nose against yours. “I know you just wanna make me happy.”
“I do, but…” You stroked your hand across his cheek as you craned your mouth closer to his. “I did like it. I’m not lying to you.”
He gave you a soft kiss. “I know you’re not.”
Ah, his princely side was back. As you thread your fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth pressed to yours, you smiled. As you adapted to his wishes, it seemed that he was always proficiently adapted to yours. You felt the twine of his fingers, pressing your free hand into the mattress, and as the rut of his hips climbed to a sweet breaking point, you rocked back into him with each thrust.
“Thank you,” Lohen said between kisses. “You’re really good to me, Bun.”
You smiled against his lips. “Of course I am. I love you, you know?”
He grinned. “You never let me forget it.”
“And that’s how it should be.” You played your thumb along the mole studding his cheek, purring, “You won’t say it back?”
“Silly girl,” he whispered hotly. “You know I love you more than anything.”
You dug your teeth into your lower lip. Euphoria washed over you like a tepid wave, brushing the shore before slinking back to the sea. You grasped Lohen’s hand harder, and before you could impart the words, he took them right from your mouth.
With him kissing you like this, fucking you like this—it was only a matter of time. With your legs tucked to his hips, you moaned the words against his tongue. I’m cumming.
His laugh tickled your cheeks. His hips thrust into yours once more before abruptly stopping. As he moaned into the hot cavern of your joined mouths, you knew what he was saying. I’m cumming, too.
He thrust again. Then once more. Still kissing you, he gave you every last drop of him, and you couldn’t have been more content about it if you tried.
“Mm, Bun,” he moaned. “You’re so good at taking it.”
You giggled. When he nuzzled against your cheek, laying his full body weight atop of you, you looped an arm around his back. He pressed kiss after kiss to your face, crooning, “Love you, love you, love you,” over and over again.
“Get off me,” you laughed. “We need to clean up.”
“Done already?” he whined. “I can get it up again, I promise.”
“Somehow, I doubt that,” you murmured back.
His lips stretched into a toothy grin. “Wanna bet?”
He lifted off of you, grabbing you by the shoulder. You yelped when he flipped you over, your face pressed to the pillow beneath you. Lohen’s hands traced the shape of your hips, and when he settled on your ass, he let out an inquisitive hum.
“I think I’ve got one more in me,” he purred.
You grinned, biting your index finger between your teeth. “You’re bad, Vice Captain.”
He laughed. “You’ll just have to punish me for it next time.”
When he slapped his wet shaft against the curve of your ass, you smiled. You’d let him have the upper hand this time, sure. But when you walked him to base tomorrow, dropping him off in front of all of his subordinates, you’d be sure to collect your dues tenfold. With a single smack of your hand, you’d put that cocky Vice Captain back in his proper place—right beneath your heel.
Well. With thoughts like these, it seemed that the other knights would have to remain scared of you a while longer.
a/n: i gotta give credit where credit is due, @crazyroulettes you are legit my ghost writer and i love ya! she gave me the horimiya idea and i also stole that stormterror bit in the summary from her. and to @seimio-inari, thanks for gassing me up on discord! xD
anyway, it's been a hot minute since i posted some lohen smut! this one's a long one, and i sure hope you enjoyed! just a quick disclaimer to anyone who may send me asks after this one: please keep in mind that most of my content is vanilla and don't ask me about extreme topics as i will ignore you.
if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated!
icymi! chai's last lohen post:
ring finger, lohen drabble/imagine (350+ notes)
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summary — what's that, honorary knight? you want to know why i wear this ring on my pointer finger? well...i guess i don't mind sharing.
themes — fluff and light humor, chai's self-indulgent hc for lohen's ring, various subtle references to my previous works, promise rings, reference to a popular lohen meme, discussions of the intensity of lohen's love, mild violent/graphic talk from lohen, they're in love your honor ♡
WC: 868
You were surprised that Lohen was the one to bring it up first.
“I just want something that shows how much you mean to me,” he had told you, as he held you to his chest in the darkness. “Something that tells other people you’re mine, without you even having to say it.”
Now, you stood before him, your hand outstretched to his. The way his gloved fingers brushed yours sent a delicate frisson through your arm, spurring warmth in your cheeks. You smiled at him, he smirked at you, and then you both turned to look at your joined hands.
“Which finger should I put it on?”
“Whichever feels best,” you answered. “I don’t mind.”
“Hm. I want you to pick, though.”
You let out a soft laugh. “The ring finger’s always a solid choice. Let’s do that one.”
“You had better be sure,” he murmured, “‘cause you’re not ever taking it off.”
The way his red eyes caught yours made your heart lurch into your throat. Beaming at the man you adored, you said, “You pick first, then. I’ll just match you.”
Lohen rolled the silver band between his fingers, looking pensive. He glanced down at your hand, running his thumb across the bumps of your knuckles. Eventually, that thumb of his settled right on your pointer finger.
“I want mine here.”
“Why?” you asked curiously.
The way he grinned sent butterflies into your stomach. He sounded rather excited when he said, “It’s gotta be the trigger finger. Next time I shoot someone, it’ll feel like you’re shooting ‘em with me!”
“Oh.” Your eyes widened, but your smile remained. “That’s, um…that’s nice…?”
“Isn’t it?! It’ll be a permanent reminder that every time I pull the trigger, my cute girlfriend’s at home waiting for me. We’ll be like partners in crime! Ah, but only against the bad guys, of course.”
“Wow,” you stammered. “Wow, I…wow. You, um…you put a lot of thought into that. Pretty quickly, too.”
“Uh-huh. Aren’t you proud of me?”
His toothy grin was one of the sweetest, most innocent things you had ever seen. If you hadn’t known him for as long as you did, you would have never been capable of imagining that a man with a face like his could go on to brutalize his enemies the way that he did. Lohen was fierce in both passion and punishment, and a long time ago, that might have scared you. Now, though, that fact only brought a smile to your face.
“Good job, Lohen,” you said warmly.
He giggled, his cheeks turning red. Without missing a beat, he happily slotted the silver band over your left trigger finger before slipping his own onto the opposite hand. He pressed your palms together before curling his fingers through the gaps of yours, your rings brushing against each other with the motion.
“Are you happy?” he murmured.
Grinning at him, you nodded and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Do you love me?” he asked coyly.
You laughed. “You’re always so silly, Lohen. The promise ring isn’t proof enough?”
“Mm, it is. But I just like hearing you say it.”
“I love you,” you told him fondly. “Do you love me?”
His smile could snap your heart in two.
“I’d take a bullet for you,” he purred. “If you ever stabbed me, Bun, I’d look you in the eye and say thank you.”
“That’s…an interesting way of putting it,” you laughed. “Though I have to admit that I’m not planning on stabbing you any time soon.”
“If you ever did,” he said with a wicked grin, “I’d thrust myself deeper into the blade just to be a few inches closer to ya.”
You smirked. “You love me that much?”
“Uh-huh. If you wanted to, I’d let you wreck my internal organs, Bun. If you ever told me you needed a new heart, I’d carve mine right out of my own chest for you.”
“Okay, okay,” you said with a giggle. “You’re going a bit far there, Lohen.”
“It’s not too far,” he insisted, his smirking lips brushing against yours. “That’s how much I love you, you know?”
You giggled. His mouth pressed to yours in a chaste kiss, his hand still squeezed tightly before you. The way he looked at you with those smoldering red eyes of his, how that smirk played across his sweet pink lips—you knew that he meant every word of what he had said to you. Maybe it was intense, and maybe it wasn’t the most typical romantic confession, but that was Lohen’s love. It was unique and abrasive, but when you allowed it to rub at your skin, it only felt like the softest of blankets. It was the kind of love you craved, and the kind that he was ever so generous to bestow upon you.
You kissed him again. Softly, you said, “You’re the love of my life, Lohen.”
His free hand rose to your cheek, his teeth digging into his grinning lower lip. With a cocky nod, he said, “Yeah, Bun. I know.”
You laughed, he pressed your mouths together, and with your hands still joined, you melted away under the sweet wash of Lohen’s love for you.
a/n: i was not supposed to upload another fic today but OH WELL HERE WE ARE. i spent some time last night writing some "lohen's voicelines about you" type shit cause i was bored, so that's where the summary inspo came from. i might post those... if i can get over my embarrassment about how self-indulgent they are xD oh yeah and if you can spot all the minor references to my other works you get a cookie xD <3
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lohen still can't communicate, lohen wip (320+ notes)
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lohen still can't communicate — lohen x reader, SFW, WIP
summary — it's been five years since lohen held your hand in that cave back in dragonspine. not that it really matters to him, but...he kinda wonders if you've missed him.
themes — lohen can't communicate pt. 2, flustered!lohen, down-bad!lohen, fluff and humor, full will have lohen/reader interactions with multiple characters (lisa, ella musk, adorno, and potentially varka), misunderstandings, dinner date with pops (adorno), and a first kiss o///o
WC: 650 out of 1.5k so far (~3k+ projected)
🩵 chai's personal favs (lohen can't communicate)
Lohen hadn’t really thought of you over the past five years.
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’? Miss me?”
He stood before the full length mirror in his bedroom, smirking at himself while pointing finger guns at his reflection. After a moment of silence, he let out an irritated groan, lifting his palm to his burning face. Shaking his head, he mumbled, “I can’t say that to her. That comes on way too strong.”
He inhaled a deep breath. Giving his mirror self yet another smirk, he crooned, “Hey there, library girl! Your favorite Vice Captain has returned.”
“Vice Captain Lohen!” he imagined you saying, smiling from ear-to-ear as you did so. “I missed you so, so, so, so much!”
Then you’d go flying into his arms, and he’d give you a little spin, and you’d both start laughing, until eventually you guys kissed or something—.
“Fuck,” Lohen spat, kneeling with his face in his hands. “I’m so fuckin’ lame. I could barely even hold her hand, so how the hell am I supposed to kiss her?!”
He hadn’t spent the past two weeks on the return trip home thinking about this at all. He most definitely had not been fantasizing about you, or thinking about the way you held his hand in Dragonspine, or dreaming about those plush-looking lips of yours every night straight for the past five years. When he stabbed the Wild Hunt and ripped his enemies to pieces in Nod-Krai, he most certainly did not think of the cute librarian girl who sent him a letter every month, and he most certainly had not used that as motivation to stay alive.
“Fuck!” he hissed, curling his fingers into his hair. “You’re the fuckin’ Vice Captain of the 5th Company! And you’re gonna lose your sanity over a girl?”
A pretty girl, that smelled like Windrest Flowers, and smiled like the sun, and had that cute little lilt to her laugh, the kind that lovesick bards would kill to hear even once because it would fuel their ballads for years—.
Lohen let out a frustrated scream, furiously tousling his hair under his hands.
All he needed to do was act natural.
“Can I help you, Vice Captain?”
“Nope,” Lohen said immediately. He whipped his hand away from the library door, swirling around to face away from it. “I’m good.”
Lisa laughed under her breath. “She’s been waiting for you to come back, you know. I think you should at least say hi to her.”
“Huh?” he asked, his eyes widening. “Wait, really?”
There was surely no way that you had missed him as badly as he had missed you…right?
“I’ve never heard her talk about a real man more than a fictional one, so you must be quite important to her.”
“Wh—...huh? She talks about me?” He pressed his hand to his face, feeling the burn of his cheeks. “You’re serious?”
Lisa blinked at him, like she couldn’t fathom why he asked. Raising an eyebrow, she smiled as she asked, “Isn’t that only natural?”
If Lisa said it, then surely she was right. Who could understand a woman better than another woman? Sweet Barbatos, you were so into him, weren’t you?!
“Heh,” Lohen said with a smirk. “Thanks.”
Lisa had given him all the courage he needed. He’d waltz right through that door, just like normal, and when your eyes met his, he would not lose his cool. Because you had been talking about him. Because, obviously, that meant you had missed him. With his newfound confidence and a pep in his step, he sauntered right into the good old Mond Library, his heart rate remaining within normal limits.
Until he saw your back, that is. You were on a ladder, sorting through books or something to that nature, and Lohen’s words were completely stuck within his dry throat.
It wasn’t too late for him to turn around.
a/n: guys i am SO excited for this one, i cant even lie! i really love lohen can't communicate, and i am so grateful for all the love you all have shared with me for it! i hope that you guys will enjoy this when i post the full! >w<
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soulmates, lohen drabble to be expanded into full AU (490+ notes)
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summary: you tell lohen about your day at work unintentionally pulling him away from the reports he has to submit.
sfw, established relationship, bartender reader, fluff, a lot of dialogue between reader and lohen, small bit of teasing bc ofc
word count: 974
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You sat on the Vice Captain’s desk looking down at your swinging legs talking about your difficult day at the Cat’s Tail. The light from the sun setting peaking through the window of Lohen’s office painted the room in a soft glow, accompanying the soft light coming from the small chandelier above.
“Seriously, he was way too drunk. I can’t believe he had the nerve to get mad at me for telling him he was cut off for the night! He was acting so obnoxious.” Lohen, who was focused on writing his paperwork who should have been focused on writing his paperwork, was instead very focused on listening to you go on about your night.
“He sounds like he was quite the drunkard. I don’t know how you’re able to tolerate that many drunk people at once.” Lohen had dropped his quill, fully abandoning his paperwork now. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “This is why I avoid drinking alcohol. Wouldn’t want to end up like that.”
You stop swinging your legs and just let them dangle and look up to meet Lohen’s gaze. “Well, I do like my job. Making drinks is fun and I get to chat with some friends and acquaintances if they drop by, the regulars are friendly too. We don’t get customers like that all the time, but when we do it definitely ruins my mood.” You frown a little and look back down at your feet.
“Yeah yeah, I understand.” Lohen exhales while tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. “Why not move bars? Same job, but you might have a better chance at getting less annoying customers.”
“The only other bar that would be worth working at is Angel’s Share, and Master Diluc intimidates me a little bit…” A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of Diluc’s cold indifferent gaze watching you as you work. You don’t think you’d be able to focus properly working under him.
“Master Diluc hm?” Lohen suddenly looks very pensive as he draws out his curious hum. “Maybe don’t switch bars then, I don’t think I’d like you working for him anyway.”
“Oh? Why’s that?” You ask, a small smile forming on your face as you turn your head to look at him. You already know the answer.
“No reason.”
“Jealous are we?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
Lohen shoots you a look, a slight frown with a faint pink tinting his cheeks. You laugh and hop off of his desk. “Alright I’ll stop teasing.” you say while walking toward him. “Even if I did work for Master Diluc, you would not have to worry about a thing.” You cup his face in your hands and plant a small kiss on his lips.
“Yeah?” A smug look appears on Lohen’s face. “You like me that much?”
You laugh at his sudden burst of confidence and nod. “I love you.”
Lohen can feel his face begin to heat up at your words. The both of you have said it many times before, but it still makes him feel elated whenever you say it. “I love you too.” He stares at you for a few seconds and you can see him start to think. “You know, you could work here instead. Be my assistant”
You purse your lips to the side, pretending to consider it. “You’d just make me do all your paper work.”
He gives you a guilty look, his eyes avoiding yours. “Nooo of course not. I’d have you help with my paperwork!” Lohen chirps unconvincingly.
You raise your eyebrow giving him an unimpressed look. “Uh huh, sure. That’s just your way of saying that you in fact would make me do all of your paperwork. Don’t think I could compare to Gunther though.”
“You’d be better, I’d make sure of that.” He replies confidently. He totally just ratted out his true intentions of why he’d make you his assistant.
You laugh and lean back down to place another kiss on his lips when you are interrupted by a sudden knock at the door, effectively making you jump from the noise.
“Vice Captain, the Grandmaster is requesting the reports for today to be finished urgently.” The voice booms from the other side of the door.
“Let him know it will be done by the end of tonight.” Lohen replies sharply, slightly annoyed by the interruption.
“Of course.” The voice replies, the sound of boots walking away follow.
“I’m so sorry, have I been distracting you this whole time? Why didn’t you stop me from going on my rant earlier if you had so much work to do?” You say apologetically.
“Nah, you didn’t distract me” He waves his hand, dismissing your statement. “In truth, I was kind of slacking earlier anyways.”
You definitely were distracting him. “My rambling probably didn’t help.” You stroke his cheeks with your thumbs softly before releasing his face. “I’ll leave you to your work.” You say while walking to his office door.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider being my assistant?” He calls out to you. “I think it would be a great idea.”
“And distract you even more? I don’t think so. You have reports to write, Vice Captain.” You begin to open the door. “I’ll wait for you at home, okay?”
“Sounds good to me!” Lohen replies while watching you slip through the door, giving him a smile before closing the door behind you. He looks back to the stack of papers on his desk and sighs. You may have been a slight distraction, but he would take a few extra hours of overtime at the cost of your distraction any day. He picks up his quill and begins tackling the remaining papers he has stacked, motivated by your parting words. He wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.
i was inspired from my bad day at work today so i imagined what it would be like if you were to complain to lohen about it and it just branched off from there. i did bartender reader again since i feel like it would be easier to just continue from where i started so i hope you guys like bartender reader >.< this one was shorter than the one i wrote last time but it's okayyyy. once again i'm not entirely sure what i'm doing but i hope that someone likes this at least
also how do i format this so it looks good on phone? i was checking out my other fic on the mobile app and it looked kinda funky... tips are appreciated for that if i decide to keep writing every now and then :D
sooo i've never written a fanfic before so this is a first, but for some reason I was randomly inspired so I just wrote whatever. There's probably grammar mistakes and stuff because this isn't proofread but I wanted to share anyway. quick one shot, nothing too long
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summary: lohen comes to you to help him with cleaning his wound (that's pretty much it!)
sfw, reader is a bartender at cat's tail, established relationship, mentions of injury (not anything too crazy), mentions of blood once or twice, slight teasing and banter, slightly implied of nsfw acts like once, bun pet name used once as inspiration from other fics i've seen
word count: 1.3k
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You really don’t know why he chooses to bother you at work like this when you know he definitely has a lot of his own to do.
“Can’t you just sneak me a bottle, surely Margaret won’t notice!” Lohen said with a smile that was way too suspicious to be seen as a genuine one, his gaze slightly shifting between you and the bottles on the shelf behind you.
You raise an eyebrow at him and place your hands on your hips while shifting your balance to the side. “You don’t even drink Lohen, why are you trying to get me to steal from my job.”
“I wouldn’t call it stealing per se, just borrowing it for a short while. No ill intentions, honestly!” Lohen brings his left hand to his heart, showcasing a chivalrous attitude. If it weren’t for the fact you know exactly how he thinks, you probably would’ve fallen for that charming act of his. But unfortunately for him, you do know how he thinks. You've been together for a while after all.
You furrow your brows slightly, “What do you need it for.”
“Spontaneous wine tasting?”
“Lohen.”
“Alright alright,” he sighs. “Don’t freak out alright?.” He lifts his shirt to reveal his side covered in bandages that seemed to be applied in a rush. You could tell this was probably his own work as a temporary fix to whatever is lying beneath them. A faint outline of the wound appearing from blood slightly seeping through.
You gasp slightly and soften your eyes, the accusing look changing to a softer one. “What happened?” you ask while walking from behind the bar to in front of him.
“Ambushed a Fatui camp. Everything was going smoothly until one of the bastards managed to get a hit on me.” You lower yourself so you are able to examine his injury. His eyes follow your movements as you begin to undo the bandages gently, being careful not to hurt him. Although he probably wouldn’t complain if you did.
“So this is what you needed the alcohol for,” you say while unwrapping the last of the bandages, revealing a deep cut. “I know you like a good fight but you need to be careful.” You look up at him. “This cut goes pretty deep.”
He laughs a little. “It looks worse than it feels, trust me,” he winks at you. You slightly roll your eyes. Even after being together for so long you still don’t understand how injuries like this barely phase him. He rushes into battles so often it’s almost as if he is just desensitized by it now.
“I’ll make an exception this one time.” You sigh in defeat. Raising yourself again to walk back behind the bar to find the purest alcohol on the shelf. Your eyes scan the bottles for a short while until they fall on one on the bottom shelf.
You remembered this bottle. Someone once ordered a glass of it to sip on throughout the night and complained that the alcohol was too strong to drink and burned especially bad going down. Margaret tried a sip of it and made a face that could only be described as pure disgust and slight pain. and put the bottle on the bottom shelf where it could hopefully never see the light of day again. If it had been laying there for this long untouched… surely Margaret wouldn’t mind if you “borrowed” it just this once, right?
…
Lohen inhales sharply as you dab the alcohol soaked cloth along the gash. You’re trying to be as gentle as you can but considering the size of this thing… honestly why did he come to you for this.
“You do realize the knights have medics, right?” You look up at him with a troubled expression just to be met with a soft smile. He seems to be enjoying this, although you can’t tell if it’s because of the fact that it’s you cleaning his wound or if it’s the sting from the alcohol.
“I know. I wanted you to help me.”
“I am still technically at work you know.”
“There’s no one here, it’s not like I’m interrupting anything.” He was right. The Cat’s Tail is pretty quiet during the afternoon. There aren’t too many day drinkers in Mondstadt and if there are any, they all go to Angel’s Share instead. You sigh as you continue cleaning his wound.
He watches you in silence, the soft smile still on his face. Of course he knows he could go to the medics at Favonius headquarters. But with how gentle you are with him, how you show you clearly care, how beautiful you look with the subtle concentration shown by your lips pursing together, how could he not come to you instead.
“You’re staring.” You break the silence, stopping your work to look up at him once again.
“Admiring how concentrated you are. Kinda reminds me of how you look when you’re about to c-” Lohen doesn’t finish his sentence, instead being interrupted by a sudden sharp sting which brings out a groan. You had applied alcohol to his wound again.
“Quit it.” You say, heat slowly creeping up your face as you frown at him.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, I enjoy that expression you know.” He smiles slyly, half-lidded eyes looking down at you.
“You’re impossible.” You laugh. You go back to concentrating on cleaning his wound again. The bleeding had mostly stopped and it seemed like it should be good to bandage up again. You set the cloth and alcohol down. “Alright,” you breathe out, standing up. “I just need bandages to wrap this up… I’m not sure where Margaret keeps them though.”
“No worries, I brought some with me. I only asked you to provide the alcohol, not the bandages.” He reaches in his inner coat pocket and brings out a roll of bandages, placing them in your hands.
“Thank you.” You bend back down and begin wrapping the cleaned wound, making sure to have it apply some pressure to help prevent continuous bleeding. “I think you’re good to go,” you raise yourself again. “But I really wish you had gone to the knights instead. I’m not a medic.” You frown slightly. “I’m not even sure if this alcohol can be used for medical purposes.”
“I’m sure you did great, Bun. The cut isn’t that bad anyway, I’m sure even Klee could take care of it just fine.” Lohen gives you an encouraging smile as he places his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.
“Isn’t that bad?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “That was big and deep. Even calling it a cut seems diminishing.” You smile back at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your hands reach his hair and start playing with it. “But I guess that didn’t bother you too much hm?” You tilt your head slightly.
Lohen laughs and presses his lips against yours, kissing you gently . You return it, smiling against his lips. He moves from your lips to pressing soft kisses along your jaw, moving down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him more access on impulse, but quickly tap his shoulder in retaliation. “Lohen, I’m still working. What if someone comes in? And don’t you have your own work to do? You were complaining about the mountains of paperwork just yesterday.”
He freezes at the mention of paperwork and pulls away from your neck placing one last kiss on your lips. “Way to ruin the moment.” He fake mocks you while rolling his eyes playfully. This earns him a slight slap on the arm from you which he laughs at. “I’ll be here when your shift is done. We'll go home together.”
You smile. “I’d like that.”
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AHHHH IDK IF THIS IS GOOD i tried my best and this was kinda fun to write acc, i see the appeal now. i hope this is to someone's liking
i think having a life and still prefer angst and smut is worse LMAO, im in college, i have a bf, i’ve applied for a job, and yet still i find joy in reading x reader 😭
what the freak hello, im a silent enjoyer of ur fics LMAOO consider urself an inspiration to that post if you will 😭😭 and i dont think that's worse, it's called having hobbies🙂↕️🙂↕️
i think having a life and still prefer angst and smut is worse LMAO, im in college, i have a bf, i’ve applied for a job, and yet still i find joy in reading x reader 😭
what the freak hello, im a silent enjoyer of ur fics LMAOO consider urself an inspiration to that post if you will 😭😭 and i dont think that's worse, it's called having hobbies🙂↕️🙂↕️
