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[kunaiiikittennn]

all debts must be repaid

emi ──── ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ──── a fairy who plays sneaky tricks ૮ > <)>‪‪❤︎‬ late twenties ◊ she◞ her ⌦ dark content writer 𝜗ৎ capricorn ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ infp ₊ ⊹. self ship friendly 𐔌 spreading steamy gossip about your faves /ᐠ > ˕ <マ thirst posting extraordinaire ꔛ manjiro's treasure ‹𝟹

ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜱ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ! ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ

ᴍʏ ꜱᴘʀɪᴛᴇꜱ │ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ │ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

© kunaiiikittennn 2026 — all rights reserved.

[xaviez]

waking up to them touching you just to get cooed at… “shhh, go back to bed baby.. you don’t need to be awake for this.”

[mewnbuns]

hands so big they cover your whole pussy when he’s got his fingers sinking down to the knuckle inside of you 💖

[txmxkis]

i need him to hunt me for sport

[saintfelina]

i was meant to be someones spoiled and mischievous house cat

[kunaiiikittennn]

making lil cups of banana pudding nd sending em off to a mutual in need 🙂‍↕️

[femmeidiot]

need to be grabbed by the jaw

[laterkiss]

i want you (pathetic) (threat) (derogatory)

[bettyrightnow]

blogging is too dignified a term for what i’m doing on here

[kunaiiikittennn]

dash is dead now's the time to talk about forced intox. his large palm cupping your chin in a tight, reprimanding hold as he continuously spits shot after shot into your mouth

wiping the excess the spills down your chin with a gentle reminder, don't waste it. i thought i trained you better than that ♡

[tofusand]

a gloved hand guiding yours while you’re jerking their cock

[winter-pear]

sorry for getting horny when you put me in a headlock could you do it again for like two seconds i’m almost—

[koretholics]

your crash outs are the funniest thing ever (please spare my life)

[kunaiiikittennn]

[kunaiiikittennn]

WH WOHLD U SEND ME THAT AR YOU INSANE

what on earth are you talking about????

[koretholics]

tamsy likes to finger your mouth. gets the digits nice and wet before pulling out to wrap his lips around them

[kunaiiikittennn]

train with me ♡ │ yan!lohen x reader 18+

warnings; dubcon, knife play, blood play, sadism, dollification? and obv yandere traits! dldr ♡

everyone in the KoF avoids sparring with lohen. for good reason, his methods were unusual.

not to mention his ungodly stamina.

even the best knights struggled to keep pace with this freak of nature.

you just so happened to be his current victim trainee after having missed too many shots at target practice.

it was unthinkable. among the new recruits you had the highest accuracy with any ranged weapon—guns, throwing knifes and bow and arrow, you cleared and stayed at the top.

so explain how you got shackled into the vice captain's so-called 'extra training program'.

sneaking by wasn't an option. lohen caught you, like a mouse cornered by a house cat. swatting it around before delivering the final blow.

"and just, where do you think you're going?" lohen purrs into your ear, hand encircling your wrist in a grip that screams 'run if you dare'.

"i forgot something at-"

lohen tutts, "after all the hassle i went through to arrange this," clicking his tongue in admonishment, his blood red eyes glowing irritably at your avoidance.

the least you could do is be happy.

since the moment you stepped foot in mondstadt he's had his eyes on you. a favor you never returned. you never appreciated his gifts either; your favorite candies, sweetly written love letters, painstakingly hand delivered. and the custom made choker—matching to his own signature look, it still sat untouched and collecting dust in your apartment.

"what?" your voice breaks at the end, what did he mean by that?

"do you know how long it took to rig your gun to misfire? to grease the handles of the throwing knifes? did you know that even the slightest bend in an arrow severely tampers with the trajectory? i bet you did, you're smart like that," a small tap to the bottom of your chin, a gentle reminder to stop playing bug collector with your jaw hanging open.

he lists it all off breezily, as if he's talking about the weather, or his grocery list. not the long, arduous task of setting you up for failure. and for what?

to get you here alone?

when after a long pause, your brows drawn together deeply in thought, you still have yet to speak lohen decides to bring you back to earth. his lips press into yours, chapped and cold, like kissing a fish.

your gasp of surprise is gulped down, his hand fisting into your hair to keep you pinned in place.

you jerk in his hold, twisting your head to the side, breaking free just enough to inhale sharply. he doesn't let you get too far, as his lips still brush against yours with every heaving breath.

"what the fuck, loh-!"

"it's vice captain," he corrects, "that is, until we fuck."

you sputter at that, utterly baffled. "who says we're going to have sex?!"

lohen raises an eyebrow, glancing down at your predicament. you encased in his arms, his thigh wedged dangerously high between your legs, the flush on your face and your nails digging into his shoulders.

to any onlooker it's enough to cause suspicion. to illicit rumors.

he watches the panic creep in, how shifty your eyes become, pinpoints the exact second you're going to try to break free.

that's when you feel it. the cold lick of metal at your jugular. silenced by the rapid beat of your heart.

your throat bobs as you swallow, a pinprick of blood welling up on your neck. the bead slowly slides down, so, lohen does what he's wanted to do since day one. his tongue laps at your skin, licking up the blood trail, letting the coppery tang enveloping his taste buds.

lohen uses your hair like a leash, grip iron clad, moving you like a mindless doll.

"fuck..." he shudders, giggling as he nips at your flesh.

blue and red search your face, everywhere his eyes goes so does the blade, tracking every shift in your emotions.

of all the things lohen expected, this wasn't one of them; he thought you'd scoff, shove him away with a fiery curse falling from your pouty lips. maybe go wide-eyed with fear from the cold bite of his blade—that one he would've gotten a real kick out of.

but instead you let out the smallest, meekest whimper, and a hint of a smile to grace your lips.

it has his pants tightening instantly, choking his dick in it's cage. he yanks on your hair to force your head back, watching the way your eyes flutter and roll back.

oh.

"you're enjoyin' this, aren'tcha slut?"

"...no"

"then fight me off. i know you're strong enough."

the statement hangs in the air, both of you knowing that you could get out of this—he admires your strength, knows all too well what you're capable of—if you tried hard enough.

"is this the best you got, lohen?"

"no. not even close. now be a good bunny for me ♡"

emi's notes: first thing i've written in awhile, trying to break free from severe writers block. here's my contribution to the yandere lohen agenda!!

© kunaiiikittennn 2026 — all rights reserved.

[tabicoeur]

your bllk man coming back home from overseas matches to find you curled up on the couch in one of his old jerseys, blinking awake and reaching for him with grabby hands and mumbling that you're sorry, tried to stay up but y'took too long ): tipping forward from where you sit to nuzzle your cheek against the front of his sweats after he comes over and cards gentle fingers through your hair, arms winding around his thighs to keep him there ): and when he finally coaxes you up you're already melting into broad arms, all drowsied and smelling like his shampoo, cologne, musk, your nose burrowing into his throat and mouth pressing sleepy little kisses over his pulse and jaw and cheek and wherever else you can reach ): whining weakly about how you missed him, you love him, you miss him even with his arms around you like this, you love him, you wanna be even closer to him ): and fuck, he's missed you too, through all his away games and all the hotel beds that don't smell like you, you feel like home and you're just so pliant against his chest and it makes his head spin, knees nearly buckling when you fist his shirt and get on your tip toes to reach his lips and ask him to warm you up ): you're so soft and warm and gorgeous and utterly his ): he thinks one more graze of your body against his dick might have him spilling in his boxers because he loves you so much ):