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Xuro Anyprn 18+ WLW 🎼 I love Hiori Yo and Aotsuki Eito ♡ More info here
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MY LOVE SONG IS ...
LIKE ANIMALS. (yandere! lohen x female reader)
; yandere, written before lohen and snezhnaya's release, snegurochka fae (y/n), freakhen creephen yanhen you get the point, obsession, branding (in the sense that..), brief implied assault, (y/n) is a passive character because she's a fae not well-versed in human culture and fae morals differ please keep that in mind because she really just lets him do whatever, proofread to the best of my ability.
; Your glacial heels barely crossed the threshold of the Anemo Archon’s land before you found yourself your very own tour guide. Wearing a paldron and cape with an emblem on his chest, he looked the very part of a knight, even going as far as to bend down with his arm stretched and the other hidden from view, awaiting your hand. It’s rare for Mondstadt to receive a Snowland Fae like you, he had said. Let me show you around the city, Miss Snowflake.
It has been five days since, and you’ve been ensnared by him for at least two.
Your luggage (or lack thereof) is minimal: a Cryo Vision for keeping up appearances and a hefty pouch of Mora sponsored by your mother. Two items that you can hold with just one hand, yet the gentleman who made it his personal mission to be your guide – Sir Lohen, as you’d call him after being informed of his status as a knight – insists that he holds your belongings for you while escorting you to your lodging, the Goth Grand Hotel.
He even took your room key, claiming there’s no need for you to open your room yourself. He’ll gladly do it for you.
Thinking that it’s part of Mondstadt’s culture to be so accommodating to visitors from afar, you agreed. You follow closely behind him, trusting his judgment and expertise as he winds through the maze-like hallways of the Goth Grand Hotel. The interchanging sounds of him chewing gum or humming a tune you’re not familiar with dominate the silence, your gloved hand fiddles with its lace scalloped edge, unsure how to approach him entirely.
a broken clock is right twice a day ; lohen
synopsis: the knights of favonius' year-long expedition has finally come to an end as the city of freedom welcomes back the triumphant. being a member of the knights' fifth company, you can't help but notice something about your supposed vice-captain, whom you have never had the pleasure of acquainting yourself with yet.
contents: (!) lohen/reader, non-consensual kissing, knife violence, knife play, stabbing, blood and injury, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, coercion, unhealthy relationships, obsession, blackmail, implied stalking, power imbalance, unreliable narrator, psychological horror, unhappy ending, hurt no comfort, yandere lohen (genshin impact), out of character kaeya (genshin impact), gender-neutral reader-insert, forced proximity, guns (don’t like? don’t read! do not come for me, or else i will bite you!!!)
word count: 4.4k
note: lowercase intended for that whisper-hushed narrative lol. a lot of this is basically pulled from lohen's appearances in dornman port. if you haven't played those instances, no worries, i promise you won’t miss anything (⌒‐⌒)
also, wrote this in a single sitting... this man got me weak af. i don’t want to talk too much about the leaks, but that burst animation??? help, he’s got me all bothered up (/´△`\) please let him have not an ounce of sad lore or a traumatic past. please let nothing about him be able to be rationalized. please i need him unhinged; i need him mental af. hoyo you better not mess him up, or else i will come for you ( `_ゝ´)
tmi: i had toes by glass animals on repeat while i wrote this, and i don’t know why it reminds me so much of lohen...
you try not to think too much about it.
“it’s just a homecoming ceremony,” you mumble to yourself, standing in a lone corner. here, the world seems to dance in a spiral; drunken bodies sway to a tune only you can’t hear. murmurs of affection occasionally arise from a few devoted knights, while some more level-headed peeps snicker at the ever-so-stumbling mika.
the wine glass in your hand is cold, almost icy to your warm, though quickly paling, fingers. the occasion? you find yourself snickering the same at the thought. the mondstadt expedition team has finally returned, and with it, captain and grand master of the knights of favonius, varka, and, of course, your senior, lohen too.
adored and beloved vice captain of the fifth company, lohen.
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⟢ NECESSARY EVIL┊ LOHEN
you suspected the only reason the knights of favonius tolerated a battle-crazed lunatic like lohen was because someone had to be cruel enough to handle the grisly work their ranks were too noble to touch. to them, he was a necessary evil; to you, he was a waking nightmare. he hadn’t just caught a spy. he had claimed a new toy to break in the isolated dark of the aftermath. or: the one where your arrogance lands you in the hands of the devil himself. you do not want to break free from his grasp.
✦ content. 5.6k words. lohen x f!reader. brief outsider pov. blood play. knife play (except it's a polearm??). temperature play. stockholm syndrome. EXTREMELY dubious consent. drugging. very tricky to tag this but basically u're a fatui spy and lohen tortures you kinda HAHA. written pre-6.6 so don't expect on-point characterization. smut (MINORS DNI)
✦ foreword. so i take it that if you're here, you've seen his burst animation leaks, yes? :3c lohen is far from my type of guy, but i've been making weird experimental bouts with my writing lately, and he is the perfect muse for a basement wife fic. he would chain you to the radiator and call you the love of his life in the same breath /j
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not proofread, i literally just wrote this impulsively because lohen's leaked animations made me feel THINGS.
“that’s a sweet girl.” lohen coos in your ear. there’s something in his eyes that both terrifies you, and also strengthens the heat pooling between your legs. it’s a sadistic gleam - the very same he wears whenever you catch him up close slaughtering hilichurls, whenever he’s sharpening his weapons before a fight.
that look isn’t what’s causing you to tremble beneath him, however. your wrecked state is caused by the knife pressed against your throat, cool, stainless steel that leaves goosebumps in its wake as lohen drags it further and further down. once it reaches your bra, lohen doesn’t even hesitate before he slices it off, freeing your breasts. “you’re so scared… i can tell, you know?” he adds in a quiet voice, only for you to hear, “but you’re not running away. what a brave thing you are.”
the knife finally arrives just above your panties, and just like before, lohen doesn’t bother getting rid of the fabric in the traditional way. he rips the garment off with the knife. instinctively, you attempt to close your legs - but lohen grabs your knee, his grip nearly painful, to keep them open.
“no no, sweet girl,” he says, and though his tone is sickeningly sweet, you can tell he won’t repeat himself if you dare go against his wishes, “keep them open for me. i’m not done yet.”
you can’t even begin to come up with a reply - your attention is onto the cool blade, which leaves your flesh, providing you a short sense of relief. however, said relief is gone when lohen presses it against your clit. your hips hiccup forward, and seeing you squirm makes lohen bite his lip.
he adds more strength to the blade, rubbing circles with the flat side of the knife against your clit. this shouldn’t arouse you so badly, and yet, it very much does, considering how the blade is already glistening with your fluids. seeing you enjoying yourself makes lohen’s grin grow even wider somehow, and he increases his pace. it’s dangerous, and he’s well aware of that - but he keeps his knife at an angle that wouldn’t harm you. he doesn’t want you bleeding, at least not there.
you’re lightheaded with pleasure now, head lolling back and whines escaping your lips when you aren’t begging him for more. but, just as you’re about to cum - the blade is gone. whatever pleasure you were feeling is replaced with aggravation, and you can’t help the groan that leaves you.
your head snaps down to between your legs, then back to lohen. he’s eagerly licking the knife clean, refusing to break eye contact with you. and once he’s done… he laughs. laughs at your frustrated face, at how you were begging him to make you cum just a minute ago…
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he lies, as he leans forward until your foreheads are nearly meeting, “you know i can’t help myself. that look on your face when you can’t cum makes me feel so good, sweetheart.”
the knife is once again brought to your cunt - this time, however, the blade is facing away from it, and instead, you can feel the thick handle probing at your entrance.
“this time, i’ll let you cum… so long as i get to hear you scream.”
— ⟢ elysia —✧— herrscher of human ego ⟣ —
Oak Miniature English Cottage House
2026-01-29
exploring the art of being alone
mean tamsy ‘cause i’m ovulating / 18+
tamsy’s long hair fell around you like a cage, leaving you to look at him and him only as he loomed above you.
he held your eyes as he thumbed the ampallang piercing at the flushed pink tip of his cock. he made a show of it, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips parting to let out a sigh as he touched himself, the teasing flicks and traces turning into full strokes up and down his pretty cock.
“it’s new, do you like it?” his voice slithered into your ears like something addictive. “it fucking hurt. soo bad, but don’t you think it’s worth it?” the words came out breathy as he picked up the pace of his hand, the other gripping the sheets of his bed. “you like this don’t you? watching me touch myself while you’re bound by my tokushin and can’t do a thing?” he smiled wildly, leaning in with that crazed look of his.
“you’re addicted to my cock, isn’t that right? ‘s that why your messing up my bedding like that? because my angel wants tamsy’s dick sooo badly but can’t have it?” he cooed, the hand pumping his length faltered for a second.
the glint in his eyes didn’t change but his smile fell. his free hand suddenly gripped your jaw so hard it stung. “i’m asking you so many questions but you haven’t responded to a single one, that’s rude you know? just because i gagged you doesn’t render you mute.”
your eyes widened, your body instinctively struggling against your bindings but instead being held more still. “sshorry! yesh! ih lihke it! ih’mh ahdditcted to tamsshy’sh cock!”
he didn’t have any sort of reaction other than mild disappointment. if it weren’t for his cock pulsing in his grip you would’ve thought he didn’t like the sound of you humiliating yourself.
“… what? stop giving me those eyes. you think i’m gonna praise you for basic manners? you’re even more pathetic than i thought.”
he leaned back, his hand working on his cock again. the slick sounds made your whole body ache to just take what you want, but you couldn’t, and that just made tamsy even harder. his eyes shamelessly roamed your body, lingering on where blue yarn held you open and immobile for him and where it was stuffed into your mouth.
“the piercing. do you think it’ll hurt while i’m inside you? or will it feel so good you’ll lose your mind? i’m sure it doesn’t matter to you, little painslut.”
“ghhghk— ‘m not ah paihnshlut—!”
“oh?”
you didn’t even see his hand move. all you felt was the stinging, intoxicating pain and the loud crack! noise tamsy backhanding you made.
and then you felt a gush of slick drool from your traitor-ass pussy.
“ah fuck— look at that. that’s not normal you know? only desperate, eager, masochistic little painsluts get this wet from being slapped.”
“tamssssyyy…” you whined, your body trembling with the desperate need for any kind of attention to your weeping cunt.
“shhh,” he hushed, his grin came back, this time less manic. “listen, i’m gonna make myself cum looking at how pretty you are for me. t-then i want to feel this piercing scraping the back of your throat until i cum again, after that i’ll untie you.” he promised, voice like honey on top of all the stinging. “then i’m going to watch you struggle to make yourself feel good until you beg for my help because—fuck—no one makes you feel as good as me, right?”
you didn’t answer, you just kept leaking and crying while imagining everything he was about to do to you. oh, it excited you. it excited you so bad.
“what did i tell you about not answering me? anyway, after all that i’ll finally let you come. unless i change my mind of course. how’s that sound, angel?”
“nghhgh—perfect.” his fingers twitched around his cock when you said that. then they sped up, an erratic, violent pace.
“hah—ahshit- have i really broken you? or do you actually like me—like this—that much?”
his voice started to crack, eyes rolling back into their sockets. both his tells for when he’s riiight on the edge.
“‘m close… i—hah—love you too, angel.”
a/n: a lil’ something bc i fell in love w tamsy and im writing something else with him atm nd wanted to post one more thing before writer’s block hits & i scrap it. this is soo self-indulgent and maybe ooc i hope at least one other person likes this. okay i’m yapping bye 🧛🏾♀️.
THE CURE IS YOU !┆TAMSY CAINES
warnings. mdni. medic! reader. fem! reader. sexual-ish (?). imagined violence (?) blood. uncomfortable intrusive thoughts. tamsy is chasing ur moral collapse. corruption fantasies (?) manga spoilers (personality). based on this. treatment might b inaccurate ngl blame google
summary. your kindness unnerves him. tamsy’s drawn to it in ways you can’t see.
Tamsy’s rational. Reliable. Decent enough, for someone you hardly ever deal with beyond the infirmary. Everyone leans on him—through battles, through pointless decisions no one else will touch. Though calculated as he is, he accumulates damage with unsettling frequency. Preventable wounds, Patterns disguised as accidents. You treat the flesh and ignore the implications.
You wash your hands, palms moving in slow circles to build a lather before you work between your fingers and around each wrist. Blue latex gloves lie on the wooden counter, stiff and waiting. You dry your hands, rubbing the warmth back into your skin before sliding them on, fingers flexing into the latex.
Tamsy watches from the edge of the medical bed as you slide into the spinning chair in front of him. A gentle smile you wear for anyone who walks in, no matter how deep the cut or how tight the room feels. It’s not a throwaway smile meant to reassure, it’s a reflection of your whole self—Sweet, nauseatingly so. Optimistic. Gentle in every way. He’d like to shred it off your face, just to watch the pieces fall.
I just wanna pet him and rub his furrr 😙
me and my dear mutual marumarks_ have joined hands to make this zanka. i did the lineart marci did the coloring ✨️💫
warnings. 18+. mdni. ditzy reader. reader is dumb. like rlly dumb. manga spoilers (!!) tamsys mean but sweet in a manipulating way (?) fem reader. gendered terms. he insults ur intelligence. degradation. praise. thigh riding (kinda?)
note. loosely based on a req i deff lost. don’t rmbr the scene well so turned into straight self-indulgence. prob my best tamsy thing tho
You stand in his doorway, hands fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, lip under your teeth and your brain trying to remember how thinking works.
“‘I’m sorry,’ you whisper, soft and shaky, shoulders curled in, making yourself seem smaller. Wide eyes glued to the floor praying it’ll somehow open up and save you. You shift your weight, swallow hard, voice going thin as tissue. “I— I didn’t mean to screw it all up. I just… he wasn’t there. The guy who was supposed to take it. And I got confused and—”
You shut up fast, breath catching in your throat. Hot, dizzy realization hits, the kind that crawls up your spine and makes your stomach twist. You gave the package to some random man. Some stranger with a nice smile and a ‘yeah, sure, I’ll take that for you’ tone. And you believed him, handed it over like it was nothing. Now that you’re standing here, the stupidity of it all sits heavy in your chest and saying it out loud makes it sound even worse, even dumber.