( βΆ ) You might not be able to tell just by looking at Geo, but he treats the condition of his hair with the same meticulous care he devotes to his skin. Thanks to good genetics and a rigorous grooming routineβinvolving high-quality, expensive shampoos, gels, and lotions, along with a gentle touch for every single strandβhis hair remains strong, healthy, soft, and practically silky. He allows only a select few to touch it, let alone brush it. And even then, it doesn't happen right away; one has to break through ten layers of defenses to earn that level of trust. Not to mention the sheer luxury of actually washing Subaru Oogamiβs hairβthat is a privilege one has to truly earn! I wonder why heβs so protective of it?
β What is it about my hair that makes you touch it so often?
β I'm not allowed to stroke your hair anymore?
β You are, but... Never mind. Just don't pull it.
YOU CANβT SAY UR FANFIC IS A X READER IF YOU HAVE CHOSEN A NAME, FACE CLAIM AND YOU WRITE DETAILS ON WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE! THATS NOT HOW IT WORKSπππ
β€Ή sfw, oneshot, lohen's idea of domesticity is a little skewed at the end, may be ooc im still getting a handle on his character, kind of an analysis?, not beta read
(1.8k words)
cross-posted on ao3
For a man like Lohen, routine is a nightmare.
Perhaps the life of the expedition had changed him irreversiblyβ waking up in the wilderness every morning, never knowing for sure if he'd eat that night, sleeping with a hand around his dagger just in case a stray monster managed to wander past the night watchβ¦ perhaps it had been his childhood kidnapping that made him into thisβ a nocked arrow quivering against the bowstring. Always itching to be fired straight into the heart of the enemy, unable to stay in one place without a trained hand holding him back.
Or perhaps he had simply always been this way.
In any case, the original statement remains true. Lohen cannot stand a daily routine.
As his fellow knights grew accustomed to life in Mondstadt again, welcoming back their old habits, Lohen was forced to watch them grow far too comfortable. The same knights that he would go on morning patrols with through the wilderness now spent their mornings off casually watering plants and laughing with friends in the street. The same knights that would previously spend their nights polishing up their weapons in preparation for the next battle were now heading to the bar after their shifts, casually and jovially downing drink after drink without any concern over who would watch over them in their drunken stupor.
Lohen couldn't understand the desire for such simple things. These new routines of theirs only encouraged complacencyβ not to mention, they were also unbelievably restricting. Why spend time on things like sweeping leaves off your neighbor's porch, or catching a child's lost cat, when you could be spending that time getting stronger? Did his comrades not feel that itch under their skin when they sat too still? Could they not feel themselves splitting apart at the seams without something new? Were they really so content to remain exactly as they are? To remain so slow and weak and powerless and mortal?
Trying to understand it made Lohen's head spin. Those at the top of the food chain controlled everything beneathβ If Lohen himself were nothing more than a rabbit, he would fight every day to claw his way up to the top with the wolves. He couldn't think to comprehend how someone could remain happy knowing that one day, they'd be eaten by a larger predator, and there would be nothing at all they could do about it.
Yet perhaps the most confusing of all was you.
You, who has never picked up a weapon in your life. He asked you about why, onceβ while watching you flit around your home to and fro as if cleaning the dust from your windows would be of any real benefit to you.
"I just never felt the need to, I suppose." You had looked at him a little curiously, but given him a smile when you answered nonetheless. Lohen found himself at a loss on what to say in return to that. It was absurd. Even as a young child, Lohen had been around weapons. His first toy was a handmade wooden bow from his parentsβ and even now, he never left his home without at least one dagger tucked up his sleeve.
But you were perfectly happy never to touch a weapon in your life. You were the very epitome of everything Lohen despised about himself. Slow. Weak. Powerless. Mortal.
And yet, for some reason he was unable to place, Lohen couldn't bring himself to hate you for it.
Instead, he found himself drawn into your presence like a moth to a flame. After his late night trips into monster camps he would end up at your door after every injury without fail, leaving puddles of blood on your porch step. You welcomed him in every time, your hands as gentle as the breeze as you ushered him into the warmth of your home.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," He'd joke, lightheaded from the blood lossβ and you'd laugh in that way that reminded Lohen of the bells that chime around the city during Windblume. It was easy, in the dark of night, to ignore how his heart fluttered at the sound. It was less easy to ignore in the morning, while he helped you to scrub his bloodstains off of your porch.
But he had to wonderβ When you touched him so carefully, to wipe the blood from his face with a damp cloth, to disinfect his numerous woundsβ did it count as holding a weapon?
Lohen liked to think that it did. Perhaps it made him feel safer with the concept of your weakness; by having him around, you basically had a weapon on hand. A dangerous, volatile weapon, who was likely to cut the hands of whoever were to wield him, but a weapon nonetheless.
It certainly makes him feel safer now, standing at your doorstep out of uniform with a basket of fresh fruit in one hand and a dagger tucked into his other sleeve. Returning to your home feels a bit like returning a sword to its sheathβ tucked away neatly so it can't cut anyone, while still remaining on the body of its owner in case of an emergency. While indulging in your weakness, Lohen is also keeping you safe at the same time. His presence alone is akin to that of a weapon, after all of the training he has gone through to twist himself into one.
Lohen tosses the thought of you owning him like a weapon around in his mind a bit, and finds rather quickly that the idea isn't entirely unpleasant to him.
"Lohen!" The door creaks a little when you push it open, and theres flour dusted across your cheeks. Your eyes don't even scan him for weapons before you're welcoming him inside, a grin tugging at your lips like it belongs there. "Come in, come in! I'm just baking right now, I'll put this down and we can chat!"
The knight can only shake his head, raising up the little basket of fruits he brought along with him. You brighten at the sight, and Lohen is a bit dazed by the fact that you hadn't even noticed that he was holding something. If someone had come to your door with a knife, would you have still opened it? Worse, stillβ would you have even been able to fight back?
Lohen can't ponder that thought for too long before you're approaching, keeping your powder-covered hands away as to not stain his clothes.
"Ehh, don't worry about that," Lohen finally said, his response feeling just a bit too late to be natural. "I'll help out. We can use some of the stuff I brought."
"Alright, alright. But you can't complain when I put you to work!" You laugh, and Lohen is once again reminded of the Windblume bells. "Why'd you bring this over, anyway? Some special occasion I'm forgetting?"
"Hm? Ohβ Just consider it aβ¦ 'friendship fee'. They were a gift from my team, and they'd just rot at my place."
The lie slips out easily. In truth, Lohen had seen them for sale on the way to your home, and thought immediately of how you'd smile at the sight of such a gift. You seem somewhat content with his explanation, however, scoffing under your breath about how you don't need any kind of payment for your friendship.
Somehow, the word 'friendship' feels incredibly flimsy when Lohen thinks about you, but he makes no effort to correct himself in the moment.
"What're you making, anyway?" Lohen finally asks, clearing his throat a little as he sets the basket down on your counter.
"Apple pie!" You brush against his side as you eye up the fruits in the basket, carefully plucking out the ones that you deemed acceptable. Your touch feels hot against his side, even through his shirt. Lohen has to take a shaky breath in, the burn of your touch more delicious than any other pain he's ever felt. "Lucky you brought extra, I was worried I wouldn't have enough."
You set the handful of apples down in front of him one at a time, making a neat little row across the counter. Right next to them, you place down one of your kitchen knives. You carelessly leave the blade pointed at yourself, and Lohen can't stop himself from reaching over and pointing it towards himself instead when you aren't paying attention.
"Here, cut these up for me? With the both of us working, it should be a lot faster!" You turn away after that, busying yourself with finishing up the batter for what it likely the pie crust.
Seeing you so domestic was⦠almost frightening. Whether you realized it or not, this life you lived was unbearably fragile. One wrong move and this world you've built would come crumbling down into a heap. You'd be left defenseless, your simple routine of dusting windows so the sun shines through and baking on weekends for no reason in particular completely useless at leaving you prepared for such an outcome.
Lohen swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight as he picks up the blade you left for him. It was hard to imagine himself ever living in such a fragile, gentle world with you. You turned your back away from him like you hadn't just given him a knife, trusting him wholly not to run the blade through your chest. He never would, of course, but there was no way you could ever truly know that.
His grip tightens around the knife in his hand, the sensation both familiar and foreign.
Out of the two of you, it was clear that you were the weaker party. You couldn't fight, you didn't own weapons, and you were overwhelmingly trusting of him. Perhaps to a fault.
So why was it that Lohen still felt that it was him? Why was it that his hands felt so useless when he saw your smile? Why was it your face he saw in his mind every time he lost a battle?
In an act of uncharacteristic obedience, Lohen turns away from your form and begins cutting up the apple you placed in front of him. He isn't sure when he became so invested in this domestic routine of yours, but imagining a life without it makes his stomach roll uncomfortably.
Lohen has trained himself into a weaponβ but for you, he finds that the idea of living in a domestic routine suddenly doesn't sound too terrible. If you asked, he would gladly cut up apples for you while you baked. He would scrub his blood off your porch. He would fight off any monster that dared to look your way.
And this soft life you lived⦠Lohen would just have to become twice as strong to protect it in your stead.
βπ π₯π: βππΌπΈππΌ βπΌπΈπ»: For all my Hyugo, Geo, and Crowe fans
I didn't do Sol because I don't really like him and I feel like he just gets a little bit too much attention, so it's time to give the others the attention they deserve.
Also, so sorry about the banners being blurry, I had them on Canva, and it was the best I could do TvT
These are also my thoughts and headcanons for them, so I'm mostly going off by their personalities for this one.
I know it's technically Monday but pretend it's still Sunday. Since I mechanically started this at 7:30pm on Sunday.
Enjoy!
Let's start with the prince himself, Jericho Ichabod, aka Crowe. He is a pretty liked character who has a bit of a mysterious side. On the outside, Crowe is almost like an open book to everyone, his face is very expressive which can be a good and a bad thing. Depending on who it's to.
Let's take you for example. He's very open with you, like the time that he cried openly to you because you had a very exceptional answer to his little scenario in the library. And do NOT get me started on when he was honest about his answer of wanting more time with you when he was in your apartment on day 2 (that got me so bad, man).
But as people have thought about it, me included, he definitely has a mysterious side to himself. And it makes me wonder if it also leaks into the bedroom theme as well (ofc it does).
ππππ ~
So, we all know about what happened under the tree when we went stargazing with Crowe, right? Of course we do, obviously. So, it's safe to say that one of Crowe's kinks is a public kink.
It is also called Agoraphilia, arousal of doing sexual acts/displays in a public space/setting. Sounds perfect, right? Exactly. When it comes to this kink, no one would ever think that Crowe would be into that. To everyone, Crowe looks to be a very vanilla person. But, oh no, Crowe is far from vanilla. I wouldn't have any doubt that Crowe would do something with you like that at least once a week. Maybe twice. At any moment.
Stressed about a grade? Let Crowe lead you to the Gardens to take care of you on the bench, surrounded by those pretty flowers you planted, hearing him tell you how beautiful you sound and look with the flowers.
Sad about something that happened to you that day? He'll drop to his knees eat you out behind a tree, whispering sweet praises against your skin as you try to keep your moaning down.
For Crowe, he'd do anything for, of course. Even if it's outside. It's not just the thrill of the idea of getting caught, but it's also the idea of taking care of your needs, while also happening to be outside. To give you that affection without having to wait a second longer to see you sad or upset.
Crowe may be a patient person, but when it comes to you and your needs and feelings, Crowe's main goal is to love you and to give that to you in that moment, no matter where you are.
π»πππ π»ππ₯ππππ€ ~
We've all thought about what it would look like, used our imagination just based off him. So, let's talk about that.
πππ«π - It's a good 5.8 inches, just a little above average and a good amount of thickness just enough to stretch in a very pleasurable way. It big enough to fit in just perfectly and not big enough to hurt you... too bad. Depending on if it's a first or not.
π»ππ€ππ£ππ‘π₯ππ π - He's clean, the base completely trimmed and smoothed out, not much hair, but just a very tiny amount, just elegant and clean as he is.
As you go up, you'll notice a deep purple vein just underneath his shaft against the brown beautiful skin of his, going up halfway under before disappearing just a little bit below his tip.
His tip though? It's beautiful, it's cut, and it's elegant. Not scary or intimidating, but it's enough to make your mouth water at the sight of it. Slightly darker than the rest, but that's what makes it so delicious. It's thick and pronounce, as if trying to be the center of your attention. As if it's trying to say, "hey, look at me and only me."
His thickness just right enough to stretch you and keep you stretched like that with every thrust, every slow burn of his movements. He doesn't need to pull back too far, just far enough to let his tip rub that once particular spot in you to make you cry out, to make you writhe and whine.
And he'll watch, he'll whisper, he'll observe. Every little detail, every little moan and gasp, he'll see it. Hear it. Live in it.
It's not just his pleasure he's searching for, it's yours mostly. To see you enjoying his cock and what he's giving you, it's more than he could even ask for.
More than he could pray to any kind of God.
And once you let go, let your stomach clench as you come around him, then he'll surely know that his cock is better than perfect for you. That it's extraordinary for fitting in you so perfectly.
βπππ ~
Crowe is a very sweet and gentle and caring person. We all know that. It's in every gaze and glance, every touch, every word. And that's how it'll always be with Crowe.
Gentle and slow. That's how it is with him. It's not about just sex, but it's about that deep bond, that connection with each other. Body on body, skin on skin.
Love making with a bit of a tease.
He wants to learn your body, to worship it, to let it know that it deserves to be loved and caressed by his hands and his alone.
He'll whisper sweet nothings against your skin, tracing and licking every inch of your body, touching lightly before gripping firmly, to let you know that he's there, that he's experiencing everything with you.
But a tease, nonetheless. One moment, his hand would travel down your stomach, getting so close to the spot in between your legs, only to miss it and start moving up and down your inner thigh. Teasing you, keeping your body on edge. To keep you whimpering, near begging, for his touch. For him.
He doesn't give in right away, brushing his fingers against your center enough to hear you whine in protest when he pulls back. Maybe tracing his tip against your folds, making you wetter and needier.
He'll chuckle and tell you to be patient.
"Patience is always worth the wait, isn't it, my Starlight? It makes everything so much better, if you have patience."
It feels like forever with every tease, in every kiss and touch. Keeping you just on that edge. Enough to keep you wanting more, but never enough to let you fall over that cliff of pleasure.
And once he decides to give you what you need? What you've been begging for? It sends you into a different world, makes you see stars and galaxies with each slow thrust, making you feel every perfect inch of him.
It'll make you moan his name as you crash into your climax, moaning just for him. Clenching and holding onto him for dear life, as if letting go would also make you let go of that feeling.
That's the mysterious part of Crowe, a small part of him that is hidden from everyone else, reserved for only you and your pleasure.
He'll learn and understand and know how to use your pleasure either for you or against you. And that could be a little scary.
πΈππ₯ππ£πππ£π ~
Crowe's definition of aftercare is more love. Yes, that's right. More love and care. He doesn't just hump and dump, oh no, that's far beneath Crowe. Crowe's the type to tuck you in at night and kiss your forehead. That's just who he is.
He'll hold you tightly against him, whisper praises to you as he traced the side of your neck with his lips, his hands caressing and massaging your stomach and sides.
"You did so wonderful, Starlight."
For Crowe, nothing is just about sex. It's that connection, going from two to one soul combined. Together.
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I told myself when I started writing these fanfics that I will NOT write anything sexual about Geo, that the most I would have done was a little bit of kissing.
... Welp, here I am. Breaking that little promise. So, let's talk about my guy, Geo.
Geo isn't one for sex or anything romantic. It's not the fact that he hates it or likes it, he just doesn't care. It doesn't interest him. But when it comes to you? He'll put aside his neutral feelings about it to give you that pleasure.
ππππ ~
This took me a little bit to think about. What would be the perfect kink for Geo? Well, I had to do a bit of research for this guy and thought of two that sounded just right for him. But one sounded a lot better than the other.
Japanese Bondage.
Yep, that's a kink. And it fits him so well, not just because he's Japanese, but it's something that interests him. To tie something so intricate and precise is almost like a power dynamic for Geo. Almost.
Shibari isn't just bondage, but it's an art style for Geo. Exposing you in the most beautiful and vulnerable way.
Having you tied in a shibari style on his bed, so vulnerable and powerless while his eyes drink in every part of you, observing how you squirm and wait for him to do something. It does something to someone. In a good way.
It's like teaching you patience and what it means to be vulnerable while also showing you that your body is beautiful the way it is, naked and tied down. And even not tied down. But preferably tied down to his bed in that shibari art style.
It lets him go at his own pace and let him explore whichever part of you he finds the most interesting.
π»πππ π»ππ₯ππππ€ ~
Like I said before, I never really thought that I'd ever write anything sexual about Geo, so I've never thought about what he's look like under the belt.
But I did think about it. Very hard.
πππ«π - 6.0 inches. A perfect on-the-dot above average size for Geo. He's more on the slimmer side, but his length compensates his width.
But there is just a slight upwards curve to it, making it tickle your insides in a good way, making everything much more pleasurable and heated.
π»ππ€ππ£ππ‘π₯ππ π - His body is a temple that he takes very good care of, including things like hair there. And also, Japanese men typically don't really grow a lot of body hair. At least not a whole lot. For Geo, he has none in that area. Just clean and smooth.
His base and shaft is pale, with a single vein wrapped around the side of his tip going down and fading into his base. It's not pronounced or aching, it's just there for presentation. To look good.
His tip, if teased too much, would be a pinkish red shade, as if it is blushing from your touch, even your gaze alone would make it twitch slightly.
But when he uses it for you, letting you feel it, it becomes too intense at times. How deep he can go, pressing into you deeply yet carefully, as if afraid that his size alone could potentially harm your insides.
But isn't that what you want? To be wreck from the inside out by Geo?
Yes. Yes, it is.
Every whimper you make, he'll stop and look at you, his brows furrowed in a somewhat concerned expression, silently wondering if you were ok, if you were in pain.
Yet you'd tell him to keep going. To not stop because of how good it felt to have him rearrange your guts in a gentle and careful way that makes you crave for more.
βπππ ~
Geo has always been the cautious type. Being careful and observant to everyone and everything. Including you.
Geo wants to learn your body. To know what makes you feel good, to make you moan, to watch your expressions and how you move either below or on top of him.
Watching you and observing has always been Geo's thing. Especially when you're exposed and vulnerable to his eyes and his only.
He's cautious yet curious. That's the type of pace he sets.
He'll touch you with almost too light of a touch, as if trying to see how hard he should hold you or caress you. His thrusts would be near shallow from trying to not hurt your organs and pelvis.
Maybe he's trying a little too hard to not hurt you while also trying to learn how to give you the pleasure you need. But you're still there to guide him, to show him that it's ok for him to be deep, for his hips to press against yours.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer onto your body, making him gasp softly as he pushes in more, almost fully. He'll be mesmerized by the way you pulse and tighten around him; he'll hear your soft moans as he hit a certain spot deep in you that makes your body start to tremble from the size of him and how well hit tip hits it. Over and over.
Watching your body writhe and move and hearing your moans lets him know that he's going something right.
And he'll want to keep watching you, keep hearing you.
πΈππ₯ππ£πππ£π ~
Geo's aftercare is just straight to the point.
He makes yourself up while he looks for something clean and comfortable for you to wear, something of his. Nothing of yours.
And once your clean and in his clothes, he'll find a suitable snack for you, something good for your health, of course. He doesn't make a big deal about it. He'll give you some fruit with an expressionless face, as if his silent care didn't mean anything. But it did. It does.
"Here. For your energy." He'll say it with a monotoned voice, yet his eyes would silently say, "please eat it before you're too tired."
And after all that and your comfortable enough? Geo will climb in bed next to you, his head on your chest, listening to your heart while he played with his hoodie strings gently, feeling your body heat.
Hyugo Sugimoto. The guy who's reckless yet precise. Caring but deadly. Two-faced.
That's him. Two sides of a coin.
But only for you. Always caring and fun and silly to around with you, but when you turn around, he's making sure your unharmed, making sure no one is going to get near you, to hurt you. But he's always desperate for your attention.
ππππ ~
There are many kinks that fit Hyugo, but the only one that I narrowed down the best and that really fits him the most is a praise kink.
I mean, who doesn't have that kink? Hyugo especially has that kink. To be honest, it doesn't really have to be just for sexual purposes for Hyugo, it can be also outside the bedroom.
But it works best for him if it's just you two being intimate together in the best way. He prefers it that way.
π»πππ π»ππ₯ππππ€ ~
There isn't much that I can say about his size other than the size doesn't matter, it's the motion of the ocean. And girth.
πππ«π - 5.3 inches. Hyugo may be on the smaller side, but God DAMN does he have the girth.
He's thick enough that you don't even need the length part. He still fits good with just his girth alone, and even then, it feels better than just "good."
And the way he moves is enough to get off on. He's still able to rock your world without being in the big department.
π»ππ€ππ£ππ‘π₯ππ π - He, out of the other two, isn't really THAT veiny. Maybe you'll see one on the underside of his shaft when he's getting fully into the mood if you're really looking for it, but other than that, there's not a lot of veins to be seen.
He's short and stout. Perfect for opening you wide for him. From his base to his tip is all his color, maybe his tip is just a tiny bit slightly red, but, fuck, if he isn't leaking.
His tip would be covered in his precum, ready for action and standing proud. It can be a little intimidating if you thought about it too much. But you gotta tame the beast to survive it.
And Hyugo doesn't know when to stop. Especially if you feel WAY too good around him. He could go round after round, until your body would be trembling and overstimulated. And even then, he wouldn't want to stop, but he would only for you. Eventually.
He knows how to hit the right angles to make you gasp under him, he knows how to adjust enough to get you to moan loudly for him.
And he'll keep making you moan loudly until he's satisfied with your moans for him. Not that he ever would get tired of hearing them.
βπππ ~
Hyugo gets what he wants no matter what, thanks to his baby face. A perk of looking so cute and innocent, yet a con because he could be just as deadly and desperate as well.
A perk for him is getting your forgiveness whenever he comes back from being gone so suddenly for days at a time. All he has to do is pout and bat his lashes at you to get you to fold. And it usually always works. Usually.
Though, there are times where he may need to do other things for your forgiveness.
Such as pleasure.
If you're giving him the silent treatment, he'll hug you from behind, his hands on your stomach, moving up and down slowly as he kisses the back of your neck, occasionally nibbling on your soft flesh, whispering apologies against your skin. One hand moving up to cup your breasts, with the other starts to fiddle with the button on your pants.
He'll be slow taking off your clothes. Almost too slow, really. As if waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do, how he should pleasure you.
But once you give in and tell him what you need? Forget about walking for a little while.
He's fast and desperate. Desperate to feel you, to grind and hump against you like an animal in heat. Let's be real, he is an animal in heat. There's no denying it.
And there's no slowing down for him. That's not even in his vocabulary. Not when his hands are holding your hips tight enough to leave nail imprints in your skin and pounding into you like it's the last time he was ever going to fuck you.
And hearing your sounds is like music to him, a song he hadn't heard in so long, and intends to have it on loop.
πΈππ₯ππ£πππ£π ~
Hyugo's aftercare is just to shove your face full of food and cuddle you, letting you hold him like he was a baby while feeding you french fries.
Food is his love language, so why wouldn't he feed you his favorite food and snacks?
He'll ask for more praises from you, asking you if he made you feel good while trying to make you eat his food. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into your neck, placing kisses there for a moment before going back to sharing his food with you.
Warnings: reader is gender neutral, Lohen is a little bitch, pissed reader, sub male, reader using strap on, really rough sex, tip/cock torture, choking, breath play, grinding, the reader is employed, aftercare, and cuss words..?
( Mein Liebling - my darling )
( Zuckerschnute - sugar muzzle )
(Engelchen - little angel
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Genuinely the small amount of submissive
Lohen x reader is really concerning, manifest more sub Lohenπ
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The moonlight flickering through your shared home in Mondstardt, painting everything in soft silver and shadow, Lohen stood at the foot of your bed, his knee threatening to climb on the soft silky sheets, disturbing your sweet peace. His messy minty hair, sticking to his sweaty forehead was even more chaotic than the usual, falling into his sex desperate, dull red pupils that were gazing you with that sweetly sickening, also nervous grin that he always wore when something really good is gonna happen.
He was trying hard to be ESPECIALLY annoying tonight, this lovestruck idiot was really trying to push your buttons after a long shift even tho he was about to get wrecked. 8 hours of complete whining and paperwork at the favonius quarter, that even hanging yourself would seem mercy.
"Come one, zuckerschnute"
he teased, already a little breathless.
"Is that all you got..? Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna show me how much you hate me because I love
you~"
This little shit.. getting on your nerves, but you couldn't help yourself getting a little bit turned on, because of the way how he was grinding playfully in
you, with his hardness already showing up. The pace continued in shameless filthy circles around your right thigh.
Β«Come on liebling"
he gasped, voice rought and teasing, deliberately grinding his hips up to meet yours in slow, making his back arch sharply off the bed of the overwhelming pressure.
"That all you got? I thought you're supposed to be mad at me.. hurt so good when you're angry~"
He wanted it to hurt. Badly
His bulge already leaking into his white linen trousers, praying for your hands to come and palm it. Instead of patiently waiting like a good boy, your sweet annoying idiot was testing his luck. With a sly, breathless grin, he slowly unbuckled the hem of his high waisted trousers, taking his cock out. He shifted his hips forward, dragging his throbbing length along the smooth skin of your thigh. The movement was deliberate slow, disgusting, and at the same time teasing. He pressed himself harder against you, grinding the hot, slick head of his cock along your thigh in lazy, needy circles, leaving a shiny trail of pre cum in his wake. Horny bitch.
"Mein liebling.."
He murmured, voice low and husky short as always, when he was trying to rile you up. He did it again, bolder this time, grinding his hips with more pressure, letting the underside of his cock rub insistently against your thigh while his dull red eyes stayed locked on yours. The grin on his face was pure idiocy, that lovestruck, annoying spark that said he knew he was being a brat, but he couldn't stop himself from chasing the friction.
"Feels amazing when you make me do this.."
he breathed, grinding a little harder, a little faster, clearly testing how far he could push before you snapped. His thighs trembled slightly from the effort, but he kept going, hips rolling shamelessly, cock sliding wetly along your skin. He leaned, cheek pressing against the side of your neck while he let a shaky hot breath.
"Please.. ngh.. get mad at me. Make it hurt, please.."
He grinned, voice dropping just enough to you to hear, while continuing that desperate humping agaist your leg.
You didn't let him enjoy it in peace, you didn't tease gently either.
Your thumb pressed hard into the sensitive slit, grinding down with cruel pressure while your fingers squeezed and twisted the swollen head in tight, punishing strokes. You worked his tip, pinching, rolling, flicking the frenulum with sharp snaps of your thumb, then squeezing the head so tightly it bordered on painful. Pre cum oozed over your fingers as you tortured the sensitive tip without pause, using the slickness to make every rough rub even more intense. Lohen's whole body jerked violently beneath you.
"Harder- please- it hurts- fuck, it hurts so good-"
he rasped, voice cracking and barely audible through the chokehold. Legs trembling around your waist as you railed him mercilessly and destroyed his tip at the same time. You loosened your grip on his neck not letting him pass out
"Ngh.. a-re you gonna let your annoying knight keep grinding on you like a desperate slut until you finally decide to wreck me with that strap?"
Lohen meant the strap dangling nearby your bed.
You didn't say a word. You simply shoved him flat onto his back, climbed on top, and grabbed the thick strap that you kept for nights exactly like this. In one merciless thrust, you made his back arch clean off the bed.
Lohen gasped, eyes widening, but the sound quickly turned into a broken moan as you set a brutal pace right away.
Your hand shot to his throat instantly, fingers wrapping tight around his neck and squeezing hard.
His pulse hammered under your palm as you choked him, cutting off his air while you fucked him deep and fast, hips snapping with all the pent up anger from your shitty day. You felt your eyes burning and tearing up from the pent up stress of work.
His dull red eyes rolled back, mouth slightly opening in a silent, strangled cry. His legs shook violently around your waist, but he still had the nerve to grind up into every thrust, chasing the burn, the stretch, the pain he craved. The silent tears fell directly on surface of his cheeks, near his mole
"Harder, Come on, engelchen ... take it out on me. I can- ngh.."
his breath came in short, desperate gasps. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but that annoying, lovestruck grin never fully left his face. Even while you were choking the life out of him and pounding him mercilessly with the strap, he kept rolling his hips up to meet you, grinding shamelessly like the pain hungry idiot he was.
His face was just full of crazy delight, eyes rolling back as his pupils widened, as if he was high. A dark flush fuelled his soft curves of his cheeks. Your hand stayed locked around his throat, squeezing harder every time he tried to speak, while your hips never slowed. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of the strap slamming into him and his broken, gasping moans. Ohh he was exactly where he wanted to be. Underneath you, white sticky liquid splattered on his belly while breathing erratically and still somehow winning your attention.
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The room was heavy with the sound of ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed as everything slowly came back down from the intense session. The angry red marks of your fingers were already blooming around his neck like a claiming collar. His cock, still twitching and oversensitive from the brutal way you'd tormented the tip, lay spent and mess y across his stomach, covered in his own release and the slick from your fingers.
Lohen looked completely wrecked, legs trembling, messy minty hair plastered to his forehead, dull red eyes glassy and unfocused.
But the second you started to pull back, the annoying idiot turned into the clingiest, softest golden retriever imaginable.
"Mnghh.."
he rasped, voice hoarse and wrecked from the choking, barely more than a whisper. Before you could even set the strap aside, his shaky arms reached up and wrapped around you, pulling you down onto his chest with surprising strength for someone who'd just been destroyed. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck immediately, hot breath puffing against your skin in short, content little puffs.
One hand stroked clumsily up and down your back, the other tangling gently in your hair as he held you close. You pouted, trying to wiggle out his embrace, but he didn't let you move an inch, suffocating you in his sweaty embrace, one hand stroked clumsily up and down your back, the other tangling gently in your hair as he held you close. You pouted, trying to wiggle out his embrace, but he didn't let you move an inch, suffocating you in his sweaty embrace
"You're so mean tonight..."
He shifted just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, then your cheek. So gentle and recent. Unlike like the pain slut who'd been begging you to hurt him minutes ago.
β’ Lohen will do.. surprisingly good as a dad. He takes his knight duties seriously when it comes to his kid, if their peer would dare to cause to them any harm? Yeah they get to meet your insane husband first. Of course he will settle things up by conversation, he is not that absurd as he seems to be, but no one really wants to mess with the vice captain of the fifth company.
β’ Lohen is definitely not the type of parent to read fairytales or bedtime stories to his child. He tells exaggerated tales of his monster hunts and expositions in Nod Krai with complete sound effects and dramatic reenactment, also inspiring your child to be a future knight like their daddy. So have questions for Lohen regards why the little one is already trying his knight uniform at 5.
β’ If youβre at work or tired, Lohen has no choice to carry on his shoulder your little one, even if heβs heading to the favonius headquarters for settling paperwork or discussing a thing or two with the βgrown upsβ meanwhile letting the kid play with Klee or get babysit by uncle Varka, which is surprising because heβs the only person besides you who he trusts with his child.
β’ Deep down, he worries constantly about being too reckless or unhinged for fatherhood. Heβll stay up late polishing his armor, quietly asking you if heβs doing okay as a dad. One reassuring word from you and he melts, dropping his head on your shoulder with a relieved little sigh.
β’ At night, when the child couldnβt sleep, Lohen would sneak them out onto the balcony under a blanket of stars. Heβd sit with his back against the wall, the kid curled against his chest, head resting on his shoulder just like he used to do with you. In those quiet moments the manic energy softened into something deeply cool and comforting. Heβd point out constellations and tell exaggerated tales of his hunts in Nod krai, voice low and warm. Slipping occasionally those cute nicknames
βMeine schneeflocken.β
Varka
β’ He would just love the hell if that child, no other options
β’ Varka became even softer after your babyβs birth, always carrying your newborn in his strong arms, But the first time he holds his newborn, he freezes. Those massive hands that can swing a claymore through a horde of Wild Hunt suddenly feel too clumsy, too rough.. He sits there for a solid ten minutes barely breathing, whispering, βBy Barbatos.β His usual carefree grin is replaced by pure, wide eyed awe mixed with quiet panic that he might accidentally break this mini miracle.
β’ Varka is surprisingly cuddly. He loves skin to skin contact, letting the newborn rest against his bare chest while he reclines in a chair, one huge hand gently supporting their head. When the little one finally falls asleep on him, he refuses to move for hours, whispering to you with a soft, proud smile,
βThey chose me to sleep onβ¦ I think Iβm doing alright..β
β’ Of course Varka as a responsible dad took a proper paternity leave. The man who once led expeditions into the nowhere of Nod Krai simply declared that:
βMy little knight needs me more than any paperwork in the world!β
β’ He took every nighttime feeding and changing without complaint, telling you with a proud, tired smile:
βIβve stayed awake for days dealing with Lohenβs ambushes all night long, a few sleepless nights with our child is an honor, not a burden.β
During the day he would carry the baby in a custom sling made from one of his old cloaks, proudly showing the little one off to anyone who visited.
βLook at this grip!β heβd boast when tiny fingers wrapped around his calloused finger. βFuture Knight of Favonius right here.β Yet under that carefree grin, there was a quiet, fierce protectiveness he refused to let any cold draft touch the baby and would instantly wrap them in his own coat the moment the wind shifted.
