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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icymi! chai's last lohen post:
ring finger, lohen drabble/imagine (350+ notes)
masterlist
"I spy with my little red eye something blonde and definitely a worthy opponent to cripple under my heel… It's the Honorary Knight! Hey, what brings you here? Oh, just a little stroll? Cool, cool. Hmm? What are these flowers I'm holding? Hahaha, it's Qingxin! I had it delivered all the way to Liyue, just to surpriiiiseee a special someone. And who might that be? Well, take a guess. They're someone I'm willing to rip this world apart for if someone else dared to even lay a strand of hair on their head. Someone that I'm willing to be used by in any way they see fit. They can collar me, punish me, or even abandon me, and I would still crawl back to them on my hands and knees like a happy, wagging dog eager for their affection. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Sooo, any guesses? Why the frightened expression, dude?"
II. CHAT: SADISTIC TENDENCIES
"Hmm, I wonder what other toys I can use to make them squirm… Something that could bring tears of pleasure and pain at the same time. Maybe some hot wax or a flogger with sharp edges. Hehehehe…"
III. CHAT: PAPERWORK
"Can this stupid paperwork disappear any faster? That damn Varka knows I have a date with them tonight, and I can't be stuck here all fucking day. I swear, I'm thiiisss close to setting the headquarters on fire just to get out of here."
IV. ABOUT THE OTHERS
"Hmm? How did the others react to my relationship with them? Bahahaha! Oh, they didn't believe me at first; they thought I manipulated them or something. Yeah, the other knights made up these bizarre rumors about us, like when I probably threatened them with a dagger to their neck to make them date me. Can you believe that? I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy... probably. Anyway, eventually they saw how happy we were together and accepted it. Some of them even apologized for doubting us. Whatever, it's one thing to doubt, but it's another thing to spread false rumors. It's all water under the bridge now, though. But I regret not teaching those fools a very thorough, valuable lesson because I would rather not anger my lover."
V. LOHEN'S TROUBLES
"Ugh… Being a big target for so many bastards across Teyvat is such a pain in the ass. The Fatui, Abyss scum, rival knights, and even some of the nobles in Mondstadt probably want me dead. I could deal with all that shit easily. But what really pisses me off is knowing they might try to use them to get to me. One wrong move and some coward thinks they can grab them just to make me vulnerable… Hah. The mere thought makes my blood boil. If anyone even dares to lay a finger on them as leverage against me, I’ll turn their entire bloodline into a cautionary tale. I’ll slaughter anything that tries to use them… but damn, it’s annoying that they even have the option."
VI. COMBAT: LOW HP
"Heh… is this all you’ve got? Pathetic. I can’t die yet—Fuck! I still need to go home to them. Don’t you dare make me break my promise to them…!"
VII. JEALOUSY
"Saaayyy, Honorary Knight. Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you pretty cozy with my lover recently… They're awfully adorable, hmm? Bet you want to hug them, hold their hand, maybe even steal them away from me? Ahahaha! …If you ever try it, I'll carve out those wandering eyes of yours and make you watch as I string your guts into a pretty little necklace for them. Okay? Hehehe... Just kidding! Or am I? You'll understand, right, Honorary Knight?"
VIII. DEMANDING RESPECT
"I thought it'd be a fun exercise to teach my fellow knights some basic respect and manners, especially when around my lover. Whatever my lover wants, they get. Anyone whining their asses off about it can take it up with me personally. I'll give them something to cry about, that's for sure."
IX. OBEDIENCE
"What is that look on your face? You want me to deliver this paperwork to Varka? Pshhh, do it yourself… Wait, my lover actually asked you to relay the message to me? Well, in that case, hand over the documents. Ah, ah, ah! I really insist."
X. ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE
"You'd be surprised that my lover encourages me to do whatever I want. It's probably because they know that I'll do it anyway, but the fact that they actually tell me to go wild as long as I come home safe? Hahaha! Fuck, that’s hot. They really are perfect for me. Because of their encouragement, I’ll slaughter entire camps of hilichurls, paint the snow red in Dragonspine, or carve my way through a Fatui ambush, whatever feels good. Honestly, their blessing makes the violence feel like foreplay, just saying."
@dryrotlacry has finally spoken to his neighbor! It didn't go as he hoped.
In all seriousness, this was SUPER fun to work on! You can probably tell backgrounds aren't exactly my thing, but I'm going to get better and better as time goes on. For my first time doing a video in this style, I think I did pretty decent :)
I have a similar vid planned for @thefoxkin , but I'll go and lay down. I've been working on this forever 😵💫
thinking about meanie ren again,, when am i not lol (´Д｀。)
he thinks you're prettiest when you're in the basement, arms bound behind that pole. there's something about how you look up at him that really makes him swoon, your teary eyes and swollen lips really seal the deal. oh, it's okay sweet thing, it's uncomfortable now but he just has to let his anger out right now. i mean, it was technically your fault that he's angry to begin with; when will you learn to just behave? his hits are heavier than normal, his claws dig in further than usual, and his words are much more harsh. did you know you also look pretty when you cry? if you didn't before he'll be sure to tell you, he loves it. and yet despite his cruelty, he still holds you afterwards, hushes you and strokes your hair. nobody can comfort you like he can, because nobody will ever understand you like he does. ♡
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