〉lohen/reader、 nsfw ー mdni、 wc1.1k、 smut、 pocket-pussy、 oral (f. rec.)、 fingering (f. rec.)、 male masturbation (?)、 choking (m. rec.)、 )dacryphilia if you squint、 implied free use?、 technically public sex?
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lohen, whose coat you slip a particular metal disk into just before he leaves on expedition, giving him a kiss and telling him to behave. he repeats you mockingly, thinking you mean with varka and the rest of the knights, and laughs when you give him an amused glare. he jokes that he'll be on his worst behaviour possible, and he'll let you know what kind of fights he gets into.
lohen, who feels the metal settle into his pocket, but forgets to check what it is until they set up camp just outside of snezhnaya's borders; the freezing winds making him glad for the thick blankets and decently insulated tents. he lies in his, mesmerized by the shimmering, frosted glass inside the ring and thankful for how loud his captain snores. he twists and turns it, thumb sliding against a small knob and watching as it twists with faint clicks like the crown of a pocket watch.
lohen, who practically moans when the shimmering stops, revealing an unobstructed view of your cunt as if you were laid out in front of him. his fingers immediately go to touch what he assumes is just a screen, but he's wide awake when they go past the ring and touch skin. he spreads your lips apart, eyes focusing on the way you clench around nothing and drool despite how little he's touched you. his index finger swipes away the wetness, letting it melt across his tongue with a hum.
lohen, who has absolutely no idea that you're writhing in bed while he's playing with you. have you always had such realistic dreams? it's only been a few days, how could you already be so frustrated?
lohen, whose impulse gets the better of him; tongue collecting more than his finger could and the taste going straight to his dick, drawing a soft groan from him. archons, you taste amazing. he's definitely glad for the lack of silence surrounding him, the squelch of your juices flooding his ears through the pause of snoring. he almost wonders if you can hear it too.
lohen, whose tongue laving through your folds forces a moan from you, pulling you from your slumber in confusion. you're ripping off the duvet before the heat can get to you, the coolness of the night contrasting heavily with how hot your core is. you barely have time to question if he found the disk before his middle and ring fingers are pressing into you, they slip inside so easily you wonder just how long he's been at it. or maybe you're more sensitive to it than you thought you'd be?
lohen, who realises then that if his tongue and fingers can go through, what's stopping his cock? it only takes shuffling his boxers down and making sure his captain is still sound asleep for him to tease himself, smacking his tip against your clit and chuckling at the thought of you twitching and whining like you usually do.
lohen, who's pressing into you so slowly, wanting to take his time and enjoy it since you're not there. he thinks back to when you were — face flushed, whimpering and crying out with your eyebrows drawn together. he barely has his tip in before he's pulling away and pushing back in a bit further now, sighing at the way you're basically sucking him in. he does it a few more times; pushing his tip just past your folds, letting you clench around him, and then sliding out once more — he does it until his head is flushed a deep red, brain staticky and mindless and wanting nothing more than to see you slowly become a fucked out mess beneath him.
lohen, who wraps his free hand around his own throat, eyes fluttering closed at the pressure as he mimics the way you press the sides just right. he takes a deep breath when he pushes in further, head spinning at the intensity of pleasure that flows through him. he does it again, releasing his neck as he breathes and stuttering out a moan. he feels himself twitch right after you squeeze him, his hand unintentionally pushing you further down on his cock until he's buried as deep as he can go.
lohen, who doesn't realise it is you. you who's almost in tears at how he's teasing — at how you can't even rub your own clit to get off because he has it. you're cursing alice for giving it to you, cursing yourself for not telling him what it was before he left, and cursing him for not figuring it out himself! you're sobbing into your pillow by the time he pushes all the way in, choking on your moans as he pulls out until it's just his head and presses back until his balls are against the smooth metal.
lohen, who can't keep his moans down. he's gasping when his head catches against your clit, groaning when he slows down to really feel the way you hug and squeeze around him. the vibrations against his hand aren't helping; simulation doing nothing but reminding him of how you look wedged between him and whatever surface he'd decided to fuck you against — one of your hands around his throat while the other pinches at your nipple, ankles locked around his waist, drool and tears staining your cheeks while you babble incoherent begs for him to fuck you harder, faster, just like that.
lohen, whose hand comes up to cover his mouth when he cums pressed as far into you as he can, your cunt spasming and practically milking him until he's spent. he stays inside of you, arms resting behind his head as he takes in the feeling of you around him. you may not be there with him, but by the archons themselves if this won't be a fun way to spend his downtime.
lohen, who doesn't realise you're a mess against your bed; drool covering your pillow, eyes rolled back as you try to catch your breath. your shorts and sheets are sure to be ruined when he deactivates the portal, but the still fullness lets you know that won't happen for a minute.
extra!
lohen, who makes it routine to play with your cunt throughout the day. no one knows he's hiding a cum-stained handkerchief right next to you in his pocket, only there to wipe his fingers so they don't stain his gloves. he doesn't take time zones into account; fingers pressing into you at mid-day, not realising you're trying to sleep — tongue circling your clit mindlessly at midnight while catching up on reports, only for you to be trying not to moan while dealing with customers. it's a habit that doesn't stop on the way back, and you know just how close to home he is the more often he makes you cum <3
the concept of lohen having a shaming kink whenever you try to ask something sexual from him. he goes like "if you want it that bad, then you'll have to try harder than that," or when he sits back on a chair or lay on the bed just to watch you pleasure yourself on his dick and he smirks the whole time cuz he loves seeing you pathetic until you drool and shake.
he USES his knife on you FOR SURE → teases your skin with the tip until it cuts a thin line just enough to see the blood drip down. it's just a teensy cut.. it's so thin and he is an expert. if he wanted it to hurt, all you have to do is ask!
he's a biter !! and his incisors are super sharp phew. i love the concept of his constellation being a 'bunny' , he gives off this cute 'friendly on the outside' personality but he's actually fuckin deranged... #imhard
lohen probably biting off more than he can chew and someone puts him in his place gulps.
lohen baby is a dom bottom. okay? okay.
listing his kinks. . ➀ breathplay (choking), knifeplay DUH, cock warming 100% (he even has his cock inside of you when you two are sleeping, lohen likes how warm your insides are.) , wound care 200% , boot worship.. (he's so fucking KINKYY) , into roleplay as well c'mon now.
if he's infatuated with you? he's actually your stalker im not even joking. he would pretend to run into you out of nowhere (seemingly natural right??) but he was actually tracking you down the whole time.. this guy bro
BOYPUSSY LOHEN (if the user wears a strap/or if you originally have a dick either way.. IT WORKS).
he's whiney when he doesn't get something he can't have.. oh my god he clutches your clothes to stop you from moving further when he's needy, or he masks to the others that you're particularly busy later on, "duty calls" but later just fucks you hard and raw.
he doesn't like condoms or any sort of protection, idgaf he's raw dogging your hole.
on the softer note, when he wants your attention, he just pats his lap or pulls you close by the waist or shoulders, outside it may seem friendly but ooohh boy, he's planning something. HE ALWAYS IS.
if you annoy him on a day he's too stressed or just plain irritated, you are getting fucked. No questions asked. And mid fuck, he'll be threatening your life as he pounds into you hard.
headcanoning this guy to not even pound properly (?) in a sense where he just can't make love, he'd probably just jack hammer into you until he empties his cock inside til it's filled to the BRIM w his load... yup.
"is lohen a squirter?" YES but he's so messy with it, it just SPLURTS! all over your face and hand when you jack him off..... and when you think it's close to stopping, he just squirts even more, his pretty oversensitive dick is so nice to tease.
dih headcanon! since lohen daddy is pale as FUCK.. the tip being #E2D1CD but when he's stimulated just right? it goes down to #EB6572 | his cock is angled toward his navel, he's averagely large(maybe a 6.6 in.) which is damn near good enough to hit all the right spots up in you.
his kisses would involve heavily making out with you immediately in 0.2 seconds, he just backs you up against something and eats your face like its dessert, he's a biter! so naturally your skin/lips gets all bruised by his teeth. dont worry.. it's just his way of showing you love!
During some one-on-one “bonding time”, you end up choking him with your thighs by accident… how does he react?
This is the Lohen version: watch this space for your next fave. Hint: you're gonna be right against Pinocchio's nose ;)
TW: sexually explicit, Lohen, Lohen giving AFAB!reader oral, degradation, pussy-slapping, painplay, accidental breathplay, undernegotiated kink (of course he's into it. What do you take him for, a decent man?)
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It’s rare that he takes his time with you.
Lohen’s love is a ruinous thing. Every object of his pervasive obsession ends up as mulch beneath his feet, marred beyond its original purpose. Maybe you too are just another fleeting fancy of his, the same as a Ruin Guard or Mitachurl – only interesting insofar as his capability to destroy you.
But instead of being warped and destined for discardment, you’re being made anew. With every languid lap at your syrupy core, every soft suck at your engorged clit: whatever you were meant for, it doesn’t matter. You can’t even remember it.
“Hah, look at this pretty hole…” he coos. “Oh, she just clenched now! Do you like that?” You sob as the pad of his thumb grinds into the spot you know he’ll ravage. Pure, simple conditioning – and if you haven’t learnt by now, he’s going to pound it into you.
You swear his smile just gets wider. If it’s possible at all.
“Leaking on my hand, too? Aren’t you abusing your power today, doll? Acting like a slut, because you know that batting your eyes at me will get you whatever you want…” His tone darkens, and his expression drops. You’re gonna get it now – the price of what you went asking for.
“You think my patience lasts forever?” he spits. His breath is so warm against your pulsing cunt, and so close that you can only whimper. “You think you get to—fuck, you think you can try me all day, just sitting there looking like a five-star meal? You were made to be mine. You hear?” You nod helplessly, gasping as his grip on your hips gets tighter. You’re going to end up bruised, fingerprints marking you out as his and lasting for weeks. You always do.
It’s how he likes you best: brought to the basest version of yourself, all teeth marks, scratches and throbbing, aching need that can’t be satisfied without him.
He tilts his head to the side, watching your pathetic show of pleading for him. He’s not convinced at all, but that works out perfectly. He’ll discipline you, push you over the edge and watch you topple. Then, he’ll pull you back by the collar and do it again. Over, and over, and over, until his hunger is completely sated. “Time to teach this pretty pussy a lesson.”
He takes away his hand, and you screw your eyes shut, bracing before you know what he’s about to do. You hear the impact before you really feel it – a wet, squelching slap! that echoes off the walls, a true testament to how soaked he’s managed to get you.
A little while after that, the burn sets in, a stinging wildfire spreading across your folds. You cry out as he lands another well-timed spank in the same area.
You’re wailing now, writhing in agony as your pussy reddens so cutely. He snickers as he watches you lose control of yourself, a hand coming down to register his stiffening cock. All you can hear over the blood roaring in your ears is a sharp gasp of air as your feet kick out, feeling something rounded and bony – he jerks at the impact to his shoulder, and keeps a silent tally.
But he can’t be mad at you. Not really, when you’re bucking against his mouth in your own primal version of exaltation. Not when your pussy tastes so sweet that you have him dripping pre in his boxers.
When you finally come to, once your vision isn’t whited-out in bliss anymore, you feel his cheeks against your inner thighs. Your knees are locked behind his head, and he’s groaning into your cunt as he slurps at your slit. Blinking dazedly, you release him, and he giggles, even as his face is red and his breaths are short.
“You have some nerve, I’ll give you that. Felt like I was fighting against your thighs and losing.” He coughs, but still licks his fingers clean. Men would be caged for far milder than the look he gives you: between murder, and rabid, unadulterated lust.
lohen seeing reader. stare at his collarbone in his adventurer outfit. lohen smirks knowingly. grabs reader by the back of their head, gripping their hair roughly and pulling them towards his chest. “if you wanna lick it, i’ll let you.” SEND TWEET.
REPOST REPOST REPOST IMMEDIATELY REPOSTING hi anon i love you for this. oouggh... lohen adventurer's outfit... drool..........
knocking on the door to lohen's office, you waited a moment before it opened, and you were met with a sight you wish to forever ingrain into your mind. fuck, you never knew lohen would have this kind of outfit, nor did you ever think he'd even wear something like this.
the collar of his white top was unbuttoned enough to expose some of his chest, and he had on a black vest which accentuated his oh so delicious waist which you wanted to grab right there and then without a care in the world. your eyes trailed back up to his neck, and his sexy ass collarbone you wanted to leave marks on was practically displayed for the entirety of teyvat to see, egging you on and—
"shamelessly ogling now, aren't you?" he asked knowingly, feeling your eyes staring straight at his practically bare chest. you quickly looked away with an awkward smile while you coughed into your hand. "c-captain! you requested—" interrupted mid speech, you were suddenly dragged into his office by the wrist as you heard his door slam and click shut behind you. oh fuck. "hey, wait—" you let out a whine as he grabbed you by the hair to shove your face towards his chest.
"go on, you slut. i know you wanna lick it, suck it, or whatever. i'm even being kind enough to give you the opportunity," he said with a mocking grin, tightening his grip on your hair. "mmh- lohen-" fuck, he smelled heavenly. it was enough to almost make you salivate—he had to have done this on purpose right? it's not like there was really anything special going on today, but of course he did this to rile you up.
glancing up at him through your lashes, you reluctantly stuck your tongue out, giving small kitten licks to the exposed skin on his chest. "oh come on, i know you can do better than that."
"shut the hell up," you huffed, rolling your eyes as you reached a hand out, dragging it up his waist and snaking it into his shirt to squeeze his chest, eliciting a groan from him which drove you absolutely insane. "haah- fuck, that's it, bunny—keep- nngh- going," oh, he was really doing this on purpose now.
you bit down hard, nearly drawing blood as he whimpered, breathing shakily and rutting his hardened cock against you. you tugged lightly at his nipple, moving your mouth up to leave quite a few hickeys along his neck and collarbone.
you winced as lohen yanked your head back, staring up at the complete mess you left him in. he was breathing heavily, face flushed with a furrowed brow, and a small line of drool coming from his mouth. fuck, he looked so hot.
"hey, don't think you're even close to done yet. on your knees, now."
holy shit im going insane ouu shii im uaughuhug 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Now that the Nod-Krai expeditionary force has wrapped up its mission, your lover Lohen, decides to commemorate his homecoming with a surprise pussy inspection (and perhaps test out that vial of aphrodisiac he’s been dying to use) — n’sfw ⊹ mdni
cw: aphrodisiacs (consensual)
When Lohen enters your bedroom through the open window, your duvet is the first to go. You stir from the rush of cold air, blearily sitting up, before an unforgiving grip locks around your ankle, and your mind recalls that your first instinct is to scream.
A hand clamps over your mouth, only pulling away once the panic dissipates as your eyes settle on your lover’s familiar red.
“Lohen…? You’re—” He cuts you off with a kiss; pulling you into his gravity with the enthusiasm of a man starved. After all, who could blame him? Even you have lost count of the days he’s spent stationed away in Nod-Krai. Yet when he pulls away, he does so with fervor in his eyes—cunning, and full of guile—and the anxiety of exhilaration ignites in your chest.
“I'm here to inspect you, baby.” he lilts, guiding you onto your back. He runs a hand up your thigh, easily shifting your nightgown up, panties lazily tossed aside, before finally spreading your legs apart until your cunt unfolds in between. Two gloved fingers part your folds open to the sticky sound of your arousal, delicately woven into thin strands of webbing that refuse to snap in spite of how far his fingers stretch.
Interesting, he thinks, humming as he observes just how wet you are. Lohen angles his thumb to run slow circles around your already puffy clit, watching as you squirm beneath him: your hole pulsing at the returning arousal, attempting to clamp around nothing at all.
Tsk tsk. “What did I say about touching yourself while I was away…” he sighs. The last letter he’d sent you rests on your nightstand — open, and bruised with the indents of a too-tight grip. He shakes his head in false disappointment, all the while pressing harder into your clit. His free hand reaches into his coat pocket, drawing out a glass vial full of ominous liquid.
A flick of the wrist. A pop. The substance stirs within its confines, and the bottle uncaps soonafter — his leather-clad fingers now coated in its thickness. ‘Liquid ecstasy,’ the merchant had called it.
You nearly jolt at the sensation as Lohen inserts a finger, pumping slowly in and out. The liquid is immediately cold…and then warmer as the aphrodisiac takes root. Too warm. It heightens your sensitivity — crawling through your nerves, leaving a disastrous wave of heat and need in its wake.
A sole finger…the slow pace… It’s not enough. Your thighs instinctively close, desperate to soothe the overwhelming sensation, but he holds you open, halting your brief search for friction.
“Ah ah,” he sings. And then he pulls out, inspecting the blend of fluids coating his glove. “Is this what you imagined when you touched yourself to my letter? Was the aphrodisiac as strong as you thought it’d be?”
You try to wrangle out an answer, but he never truly gives you a chance to respond.
“And how many times did you cum? Be honest,” he interrupts. “Once?” He prods two fingers against your entrance. “Maybe….twice?” he asks, and two fingers push their way in.
Your breathing changes with the stretch, gasping as he fills you more. Deeper, fuller…your only desire now is to unravel for him (to be unravelled by him) and yet, his languid movements are still too slow for how desperate your body has become — cunt unabashedly churning out slick for desires your lover refuses to fulfill.
…At least not in the moment; not when he loves how you cling to him so tightly, as if the intent to burrow deeper is a battle in and of itself. And with the way the aphrodisiac has seeped beneath your skin, a lazy curl of his fingers is enough to set your body ablaze, cunt gushing as you teeter dangerously close to finishing.
And Lohen knows. He tuts again, keeping his fingers curled against the roof of your walls as he pulls back out. “No, no, no you can’t cum yet,” he mocks, fully mesmerized by the glistening webs of slick suspended in the gaps between his fingers. “Look how wet you are…let’s see how you take three…”
You keen at the stretch, wondering if he knows how much thicker he is when he fingers you with those gloves on. If he knows how rough the leather grain is when he drags them against your gummy insides… (It’s not enough. It’s not enough.) When he curls all three inside you, you curl along with him — back arching clean off the bed as he digs the tips of his fingers into that spot. Bullying your insides as he continues to fuck you slowly, holding down your hips as you writhe. Angling his hand to thumb at your neglected clit, until the coil in your belly snaps and you cum with broken wail.
By the time you come down from your high, there’s a dull throb that lingers between your legs. You squirm atop the sheets, hoping some sort of friction might soothe the ache, but it leaves you all the more aware of just how empty you are, how empty you’ve been…the heat only growing in intensity as your leaking cunt remains unattended.
Lohen draws back, biting down on the tips of his (now-soiled) glove, before removing it with a quick tug. “You didn’t think just once would be enough did you?” he asks. “Come on baby, your body knows what it wants…”
Slotting himself between your legs, he traps you beneath him—leaning over your smaller frame with the unfinished bottle, once again, in his hands. He presses the opening against your parted lips, tilting gently until the vial runs dry.
“There we go,” he praises, “don’t worry, there’s still plenty more to come.”
notes: in case you didn’t catch it, it is implied Lohen and reader have already talked about everything in their letters so everything is consensual!!
A CONTINUATION OF YOUR FIRST LOHEN X READER PLEASE I BEG it left off on such a tantalizing note... the tension... uwah...
yandere!lohen x fem!reader. smut. thigh riding. aphrodisiac (non-con) smutty appreciation for lohen's gorgeous thighs.
i hope you enjoy, dear❤️ thank you for being so sweet, and patient. this should've been written days ago lol
all lohen did all day is fluster you. you swore he took every single chance he could to do so. you chose to hide from all the way up in the highest watchtower in mondstadt.
there is also something going on with your body. your breathing is slightly labored. your cheeks feel warm. there is a consistent feeling of arousal building inside of you. and it only got worse as the day progressed.
every time you shift positions, you could feel your panties getting wet, and sticking to your cunt. your body trembles with need. and all the while, all you can think about is lohen.
about how much you want him. your cunt squeezes at the mere thought of his cock pumping inside you. how much you wish he is fucking you raw until you scream. it didn't matter how long you tried to collect yourself. you know what you need. there is only one person that can help you now.
silly girl, it didn't matter how high you went to hide from him. lohen knows he doesn't need to chase you this time. you will come to him.
after drills for shooting practice, lohen volunteered to get everyone drinks. you so sweetly requested cider, cider that he put a powerful aphrodisiac in. he carefully chose it, and made it himself. all he has to do is wait now.
you are feast, and lohen is eating like a king. casually sitting back in his chair, he drinks in the sight of you straddling, and rubbing your very sloppy pussy on his thigh.
you tremble as your pussy squeezes empty around nothing. you whine, gazing at him with a fucked out look of desperation in your eyes. the fabric of his pants grazes your throbbing clit, making your thighs tremble.
"cute," lohen coos, lifting his thigh and grinding it on your pussy. your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as the lewdest moan sounds from you. the wet patch on his thigh has gotten bigger. "look at the mess you are making. are you going to lick it clean when you are done?" he teases.
your eyes light up for a moment, and you nod. your clit throbs almost unbearably, magnified by the aphrodisiac. "m-mhm," you stumble over your words in a moan, grinding down against his thigh.
lohen has beautiful thighs, his high boots only make them more gorgeous. your mouth started watering the moment you saw them when you stumbled into his office. you felt right in your cunt that you could get off on them.
you were a sight to behold to lohen. it's a delight for him to witness someone so strong all weak and needy for him. "lohen, i..i need help," you pleaded shyly, "it's unbearable, i can't take it anymore."
you crave him like he craves you now. there was such desperation in your voice. only he could get you off. you only want him, nobody else could satisfy you like he could.
your fingers tighten on his shoulders, giving you better leeway to grind on his thigh. the trembling in your body doesn't cease, it increases. your pussy only squeezes harder with the need to feel his cock stretching you apart.
your desperation is conveyed in your moans, drool pooling cutely from the corner of your mouth. your eyes are hazy in a fucked out expression of adoration for him.
"feeling good, bunny?" he reaches down to rub his fingers on your clit. your body melts as you whine, your hips twitching to grind against his fingers, desperate for any friction. even his fingers on your clit felt so good it was almost unbearable.
"y-yes," you moan, feeling boneless as he plays with your clit. your pussy practically oozes all over his thigh. "please, lohen. i need your help," your lower lip trembles erotically as tears well in your eyes, "i need you to help me cum."
the delighted smirk on lohen's face widens. he pinches, and rolls your clit between his fingers for a moment, making you sob so cutely. "you'll cum, rest assured. i just need you to do one thing for me," he idly flicks your clit.
your walls spasm, and squeeze, and you are painfully reminded of how empty your cunt feels. "w-what is it?" your voice wobbles as you struggle not to moan, "i'll do anything," the knot of your orgasm is so tight, and so close. only lohen could break it apart.
"your task is very simple," lohen cruelly takes his fingers off your clit, bringing them to his mouth to lick, "i want you to cry about how much you want me while you cum," he wasn't going to offer you any help though. he wants to see you falling apart for him while you cum.
his cock aches to see you even weaker for him. working so hard to cum for him.
you can't stop the rocking of your hips. you almost feel shameless about it. your puffy clit throbs sensitive as you whimper, and whine. "i want you, lohen. i want you so so badly," the words just came tumbling out, spurred on by the aching feeling in your cunt, "i always have. i only want you to use me, and breed me."
lohen's cock throbs watching you cum suddenly, trembling in utter bliss. you are cumming so hard, and his cock isn't even inside you.
you broke so well for him. he is sure you are ready for his cock now.
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NSFW: SMUT-heavy, dub-con, Lohen is a sadomasochist, riding (cowgirl), oral (m and f recieving), face-fucking, cum play, implied heat (reader), collaring, choking, spanking, degradation and humiliation, cum marking, a bit of edging, blood as sexual stimulus, edging, your honor, he's a freak!
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“Lah– Loh– Ahh~ Lohen–!”
Your broken whimper barely makes it past your drooling mouth before Lohen throws his head back and laughs. This cruel sound echoes through the burrow like he’s just heard the funniest joke in Mondstadt.
“Ohhh, poor little kitten~” he cooes, voice dripping with fake sympathy while his crimson eyes glitter with pure sadistic glee. “Look at you, barely conscious, tongue hanging out like a cheap whore in heat. Pathetic.”
You sob, trying to ride him, weak hips rolling in shallow motions. Your thoroughly abused pussy makes embarrassing squelching sounds every time you sink down on his cock, pushing out thick globs of his cum, dirtying his thighs and abdomen, soaking the blanket. His belt around your throat serves as an improvised collar, and it digs in as he tugs at it, yanking your head forward so you have to look at his pretty, smirking face.
“Aww, is the big bad lynx tired already?” he pouts, voice sweet and condescending. “How embarrassing. I thought predators were supposed to be strong~”
He suddenly bucks his hips up hard, slamming into you with enough force to make you cry out. Then he does it again, laughing breathlessly, while more tears strike down your face and you try to bring your trembling thighs together with his lean hips in the way. Vice Captain smirks at the attempt, slapping your bruised bum with two of his palms.
“Too weak, huh? Fine then!”
With one vicious yank on the leash, he pulls you off his cock completely and roughly flips you onto your back. The sudden movement makes you nauseous, but Lohen pays no attention to that. He hooks your trembling legs over his shoulders, folding you in half until your knees are nearly touching your shoulders. Your fluffy lynx tail is trapped awkwardly beneath you, twitching weakly, fur matted with cum leaking out of you.
“Here ya go,” he growls, eyes wild and manic as he lines his aching cock back up with your leaking entrance. “Nice and open so I can breed you like the dumb bitch you are.”
One brutal thrust and he buries himself to the hilt inside your cum-filled pussy, moaning loudly, but it quickly dissolves into cruel laughter as he starts pounding into you with reckless force.
“Fuuuck– still so tight even after I’ve ruined you,” he whines, voice cracking with overstimulation, yet he refuses to slow down. “My personal lynx onahole.”
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Yep.
That’s you.
Probably wondering how you got here, huh?
Well, let's rewind a bit.
Pretty little bun bun. That's what you saw. Sleepy crimson peepers half lidded like he just woke up from a nap about slaugering yet another ruin guard. Twitchy nose that wiggles when he's thinking about... what, manslaughter? And those ears… Silky, with the softest inner velvet you've ever seen. They flick and flop and flutter with every single emotion that crosses his deranged little face.
And you, stupid little apex predator that you are, looked at this deranged little creature and thought: prey.
Bottom of the food chain, theoretically. It's written in the goddamn stars, etched into the bones of the world by evolution itself. Natural order of things: cute little bun buns get eaten by big scary kitty cats.
And you are, obviously, from the second group. A whole ass lynx hybrid, honey. Tufted ears that swivel like furry radar dishes, picking up the faintest rustle of prey in the underbrush. Claws that could fillet a boar and use its ribs for toothpicks. Unmatched speed (oh, how he would mock you later), and strength (and he still could pin you down effortlessly). And that natural swagger that screams louder than any roar.
So you got comfortable. A bit arrogant. Fucking stupid, if you ask me.
But you probably wonder what exactly you did to end up in that burrow?
Well, you flicked one of those silky soft mint ears in the hallway outside the library and called him a bottom of a food chain right in front of Sucrose, who choked on her own spit and practically teleported out of existence in a cloud of panicked anemo particles.
You thought you were being funny. A little harmless fun, yeah? A playful swat from the big cat to the little bunny.
Mistake!
Because that particular bunny came off the assembly line fucking defective. They dropped him on his fluffy little head as a kit, or maybe his momma drank some bad firewater while he was in the womb, or whatever. You don't know what exactly happened, but something crucial snapped. Instead of developing a healthy ‘oh gods please don't eat me’ fear response to things with fangs, his brain rewired it into an obsession with the specific threat of being eaten.
To put it bluntly, Lohen looked at your proud predator stride and saw a dumb, pretty recruit who he could reduce to a drooling, cunt clenching, begging mess.
And oh, this motherfucker knows that he’s pretty and has something to seduce you with. He's got those big crimson eyes that can go from ‘uwu I'm just a soft little bunny’ to ‘I'm going to skin you alive’ in the space of a heartbeat. He's got those long legs that he loves to show off, wearing those high boots that cling to every lean line and curve. And let's not even mention his ass, presented so perfectly in those tight white trousers. He's got this lean and flexible body that he loves to show off.
After that single incident with a flick, it starts small. A hand on your lower back, fingers splayed, pressing just a little too firmly, lingering just a little too long. Him demanding you for the training. His hip bumping yours when he falls into step beside you.
"Vice Captain, what are you doing?" you hiss, trying to sidestep away.
"Walking with my favorite recruit," he says, beaming up at you. His hand finds your elbow, tucking himself against your side like he belongs there. His body is warm and surprisingly solid against yours. "You smell nice today. New soap?" He inhales deeply, nose practically pressed to your neck, and makes a satisfied little sound. "Mhm. That's the good stuff."
You try sparring, because you're still operating under the adorable delusion that size and species fucking matter. You're a lynx hybrid, and he's a rabbit. It should be easy; there is no way it wouldn’t work.
So you corner him in the training yard, claws half-extended, tail lashing behind you.
"Alright, cottonball," you sneer, putting every ounce of predator into the word. "Gonna bounce away like a good little snack?"
Lohen just tilts his head and looks at you with those dead fish eyes, and a little smile plays at the corner of his lips.
"Snack?" he echoes, voice light and airy. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a breathy little moan as his spine pops as he stretches. "Oh, kitten…" He drops his arms and rolls his shoulders. "You’re such a stupid, feral little pussycat. I guess it’s my responsibility to train you to sit, stay, and ro–"
You lunge, fed up with his nonsense.
Your claws catch his collarbone, and three perfect furrows bloom red and angry against his pale skin. Blood wells up immediately, fat and ruby-red and hot, coppery scent hitting the air between you.
Honestly, you expect him to let out a high-pitched squeak of fear and bounce away, running like a good little prey hybrid.
Instead?
"Hahhhhnnn~" The moan vibrates straight from the depths of his chest, travels through the air like a physical touch, and lands with a throbbing ache right in the core of your suddenly traitorous cunt.
"What the fuck?" you hiss, stumbling back a step. Your claws are still wet with his blood, but you are afraid to tear your eyes away from him.
His ears go flat, plastered against that messy hair. His whole body shudders, and you watch, transfixed, as a visible tremor runs down his spine and makes that plump little tail give an excited thump-thump-thump against the small of his back.
"Oh, kitten~" His voice is dripping with something absolutely filthy. "You have no idea how good that felt."
He rolls the wounded shoulder, watching a thick droplet of his own blood snake a hot trail down the corded muscle of his bicep. His tongue darts out and drags across his lower lip, chasing the scent of his own blood mingling with your sweat.
Your breath hitches when Lohen steps forward, right into your space. Close enough that you can see the way his pupils have swallowed the crimson of his irises almost completely.
His hand comes up, but your body is frozen, caught between predator instinct and something that's coiling hot and tight in your belly. His fingers find your chin. Tilt your face up. His thumb traces along your lower lip.
"Look at you," Lohen murmurs, and his voice is liquid condescension. "Big, scary lynx. All those fangs and claws. And you're standing here, terrified." He leans in, his lips brushing yours. "Want to know a secret, kitten?"
"What?" Your voice is barely a whisper, and you hate how shaky it sounds.
His free hand grabs your wrist, still wet with his blood, and presses it flat right over his heart.
"I'm not scared of you," he breathes. "You know what I am?" His hips roll forward, and you feel it – the hot, hard, throbbing line of his erection pressing against your hip. "I'm intrigued." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, that unhinged smile spreading across his pretty face. "Imagine what you'd do to me if you actually tried to eat me…"
His hips give a tiny little jerk against your thigh, and you feel it again, pressing insistently into the muscle. He's rock hard from you clawing him open, hell, from talking about you wanting him.
"But here's the thing, kitten." His voice drops to a conspiratory whisper, lips brushing yours with every word. "I'm not the prey here."
Something snaps in you – fear or fury or some unholy cocktail of both – and you jerk forward and sink your fangs into the junction of his neck and shoulder. You taste blood, hot and metallic and his, flooding over your tongue.
His body goes rigid against yours, every muscle locking up, that plump little tail thumping frantically against his back.
And then you feel the pulse of his cock, twitching in his pants, soaking the fabric of your pants. His whole body shudders with a broken sob tearing from his throat. His hands fly up to grip your hair, holding you against his neck, keeping your teeth buried in his flesh as he humps your leg like a filthy animal.
"Ffffffuck– yes– fuck, don't stop–"
You release him, shoving him off, stumbling backward. Your mouth is smeared with his blood, but still, you are the one who is shaking like a leaf under his gaze.
Lohen just slumps back against the training post with a blissed-out smile spreading across his flushed face. His croth is visibly wet, but he doesn't seem to care.
"You're a freak," you spit, voice trembling. "A fucking freak."
"Yeah." He pushes off the post, sauntering toward you with that bouncy walk. "But I'm your freak now." He tilts his head, showing off the bleeding bite mark. "Fair's fair, kitten."
He pats your cheek, and the touch is so fucking condescending, especially from the guy who came in his pants when you bit him. You thank the anemo archon that at least nobody is on the training grounds to witness the whole embarrassing incident.
"See you at morning roll call, pet." Lohen winks, turns, and hops away, that fluffy tail bouncing with every step.
And suddenly, the day after, because the universe is a cruel cunt that loves to watch you squirm, Varka is slapping your shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise in the shape of his palm: "You're under Lohen's command now!"
Your brain short-circuits. " Wh– The... the rabbit?"
"The Vice Captain!" the beefy wolf hybrid corrects, beaming like he just handed you a puppy. "Sharpest mind and aggressive tactics I've ever seen. You'll learn a lot. Just... try not to let him get under your skin. He's got a talent for it."
Congrats, this herbivore is your boss now.
And then he's just... there. Everywhere. All the goddamn time. Bastard is basically shitting on the very concept of your freedom, and you can't even catch him to return the favor.
You smell the astringent bite of mint just around every corner. The air gets cold right behind you sometimes. When you spin, weapon drawn, claws out, ready to gut the stalker, there's nothing. Just the phantom thump-thump-thump of that fluffy tail and a breathy giggle that echoes down the hallway.
And the notes. Slipped under your door. Tucked into your boot. Folded into your training notes. Sometimes, to your genuine horror, appearing on your nightstand in the morning.
"Saw you stretching today. You are so… flexible…"
"You growled at that deer boy who bumped into you. Got me really worked up."
"Wore my tightest pants today. Did you notice? I saw you looking. ♡"
The dog hybrid boy who takes an interest in you doesn't know any of this.
He's new, transferred from some border outpost, all muscle and misplaced confidence. He's been watching you for a week now, his hopeful eyes tracking you across the mess hall, the training yard, the corridors. You've noticed, because, well, it's hard not to notice. He's big, and he smells like wet dog, and his tail wags every time you so much as glance in his direction.
And tonight, in the Angel's Share, he makes his move, sliding into the seat across from you with a blush so heavy it could rival a fresh sunsettia's colour.
"H-hey there," he slurs, visibly nervous. His scent is all eager-pup arousal and cheap ale. "You look really pretty today… N-no, that's not– I mean, you're always pretty, it's just today I finally got the guts to–"
The air turns sharp with frost before you even see him. One moment, the dogboy is stuttering through his confession, the next there's a slender, scarred hand fisting into his hair, yanking his head back at a brutal angle. The cold steel of a knife presses flat against the column of his throat, resting there with the weight of a promise.
"Sniff sniff."
Lohen inhales theatrically right beside the hybrid's ear, his nose brushing the fur, his crimson eyes fixed unblinkingly on you. A wide, sharp, utterly unhinged smile splits his pretty face, revealing those deceptively dainty incisors. His voice is lighter than chimes, softer than a lullaby, and it’s the most terrifying thing you have ever heard.
"Mhm. That's the smell. It's like... warm cream and soft flesh, isn't it? Makes your knot swell up just thinking about sinking into that wet heaven, huh?” Lohen's grip on the dagger tightens, and that unhinged note becomes more prominent in his voice. “But here’s a problem… You've been sniffing around what's mine, pup. That's very, very rude. Do you know what happens to rude strays who try to take what's mine?"
The knife tilts, just a fraction. A single bead of red wells against the poor bastard’s skin and rolls down the poor guy’s throat. The dogboy makes a keening whimper that cuts off when Lohen’s grip tightens.
"I'll tell ya," Lohen continues, still in that gentle tone. His eyes never leave yours. He’s putting on a show, you understand, and he wants you to witness every second. "First, I take this dagger, and I carve out your eyes. Then I pack your throat with cryo shards. Then I open your belly and watch the light leave your eyes while I pull out your insides. And when you’re finally dead, I’m going to take your fucking dick–”
He presses the knife a little harder, and the dogboy sobs.
“–and I’m going to have it in a jar, like a talisman. I’ll hang it on the wall of the burrow where I keep my mate, so every time I breed her to tears, she can look at it and remember what happens to anyone who tries to take her from me.”
Lohen pauses, tilts his head, and that smile somehow softens into something almost fond. He pats the trembling boy’s cheek with two condescending little tap-taps from his free hand.
"But I'm feeling generous tonight, because my beloved is right here watching, and I want to reward her patience. So I'll give you one chance.” He licks his lips, and you feel the twinge of something warm in your belly. Something that you shouldn't feel in that situation. “You’re going to walk out of this tavern while having your organs in the original packaging. Next, you’re going to write the transfer request. Finally, you’re going to fuck off back to that shithole that you crawled out from before sunrise. Are we clear?"
The dogboy nods eagerly. Lohen wrinkles his nose, releases him with a shove that sends him sprawling to the floor, and watches with lazy satisfaction. “Good pup.”
Poor dog hybrid scrambles to his feet and bolts for the door, slipping once in a hurry.
“Bye-bye~” he sing-songs cheerfully in the dead silent tavern. Every patron is staring. Lohen ignores them all, turning to you, twirling the dagger between his fingers with a casual elegance that makes your stomach clench and your cunt throb. That unhinged smile melts into something softer, but no less terrifying.
"Wha’?" He asks, as if he hadn't just graphically detailed a murder in a public establishment. "Can't have the strays thinking you're available."
You sit frozen, heart hammering against your ribs, every instinct screaming at you to run, to fight, to do anything except sit here while Lohen saunters closer. He stops between your spread thighs and looks down at you with those black-hole eyes, pupil swallowed irises gleaming with mania and adoration in equal measure.
"I'm not yours," you manage, voice trembling. "You can't just scare away people who try to approach me!"
Lohen smirks, leans in, lips brushing the shell of your fluffy ear, breath scorching.
"I can, and I just did," he whispers and pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His hand, the one still holding the dagger, comes up and rests the flat of the blade against your cheek. The metal is ice-cold, and you flinch. He traces the edge along your jawline, feather-light, never breaking skin.
"I'll see you soon," he breathes, patting your burning cheek with a knife. “Try not to drip too much on Master Diluc's floor.”
Lohen winks, turns, and hops away, that fluffy tail giving a sassy little flick with every bounce of his perfect ass. The tavern slowly returns to life, whispers filling the silence he left behind as you sit there, frozen.
Since then, it’s gotten worse.
You're losing yourself. That sassy predator that you were decides to rest somewhere inside of you, and no matter how hard you try, you can't bring it out.
It's humiliating, really.
Every time you catch a glimpse of those soft ears or that juciest piece of ass you’ve ever seen on a male, you have to restrain yourself from reaching out and touching. The dreams are the worst – dreams where he pins you down and whispers the most horrific words while doing even worse things. You wake up soaked and gasping, fists full of sheets that reek of him because the sick bastard has been breaking into your room and rubbing his scent all over your bedding. It's not helping that your heat is nearing rapidly, making you more sensitive and jumpy.
So one day you finally snap. All it takes is too much wine mixed with this creeping dread curling in your belly. Just enough liquid stupidity to think you're still the fucking predator in this equation.
You corner your Vice Captain outside the city gates under a sickly yellow moon.
"Why don't you just bounce away, you little freak?!" you snarl, swaying, fur bristling along your tail, claws itching to rend. "You're a rabbit! You're supposed to be scared of me! That's the whole goddamn deal!"
Lohen turns to face you with an expression of serene delight, as if you've just offered him the most precious gift imaginable. A visible shiver that starts at his nose and travels down his spine, ending with his fluffy, cream-tipped tail giving a sharp thump-thump-thump against the stone archway that he's leaning on.
"Scared?" he repeats, and there's a laugh bubbling under the word when he steps closer. "Oh, kitten, you are really that dumb~"
He stops right in front of you, close enough to kiss, and tilts his head, those big crimson eyes looking at you with mock innocence.
"You're just a big, growly kitty with a wet little cunt and a brain that short-circuits every time I shake my ass."
"I am not!" The words tumble out, angry but unsure.
"You are~" He reaches up and flicks your nose, like you're the cute little pet. The audacity makes your claws twitch, but your body refuses to move. "You're so easy, kitten. I barely have to try. A little ear flick here, a little bounce there–" He demonstrates, bouncing lightly on his heels, "–and you're drooling."
Pissed off, you lunge at him – claws out, fangs bared, all that rage finally reaching its peak – but your drunk limbs are stupidly predictable. Lohen sidesteps easily, hooking one leg behind yours and catching you as you stumble. One deceptively strong arm snakes around your waist. Your legs buckle, and suddenly his face is too close, watching you with that unnerving stillness.
"There we go," he coos, holding you upright as you gasp and shudder against him.
"F-fuck you–" you spit, but it comes out as a sob.
"Soon, kitten. Just let me–" He shifts his grip, and the world tilts violently. One arm hooks under your knees, the other braces your back, and suddenly you're on his shoulder, staring at the mud and cobblestones whizzing past in a blur as he carries you into the treeline of Wolvendom.
You claw at his arms, his back, anything you can reach. Your nails leave furrows in the fabric of his coat, tear the cotton of his shirt, and draw thin lines of blood across his shoulder blades. He just moans louder and speeds up, those stringy legs eating up the ground.
“Put me down!” You whine, trying to punch him in the ribs with your knee.
“M’kay!” Lohen suddenly agrees and drops you into some kind of hole under an ancient oak. You land on a pile of blankets so soft they must've cost your entire year's salary.
It's a den, you understand after a second. Dug deep, shored up with gnarled roots, the air inside cold and still and smelling faintly of mint. There's a flask of fresh water. A neat little pyramid of sunsettias. A plate of fine steak, cut into delicate little ribbons. And in the center of it all – the nest. A little hollow lined with soft grasses, even more blankets, and what you now recognize as tufts of fur he's plucked from his own tail and ears, woven together to cradle two bodies.
"Lohen, this is–" you breathe, scrambling backward on the blankets until your back hits the earthen wall. "You can't just–"
"Can't what?" He's kneeling in the entrance, a dark silhouette blocking out the stars, pulling his shirt over his head with a languid roll of tight muscle. His pale torso is a fucking roadmap of battles, scars overlapping scars, some old and white, some newer, pink and puckered. And among them, fresh, still-bleeding furrows from your claws, beading crimson. You take note of the imprint of your teeth on his neck.
"Can't claim what's mine?" he finishes for you, crawling forward on hands and knees. "Can't build a proper den for my girl like any self-respecting male? Can't bring you offerings and keep you warm and safe and full? Can’t help my mate with her heat?" He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of your head, caging you in. His face is centimeters from yours, those black-hole eyes boring into your soul. He smiles, predator-sharp.
"Get off me, freak!" You bare your fangs and roar, trying to scare this fucked in the head herbivore.
"Make me." Lohen grinds his hips down, and you feel the hot, hard, throbbing length of him pressing against your clothed cunt. The pressure is perfect, and a moan escapes before you can stop it.
"C’mon, make me!" His smile widens and his hips roll, slow and filthy, dragging the ridge of his cock along your slit through the fabric. "Tell me you didn’t rub this cunt raw while dreaming of me…."
You try to shove Lohen off, but he catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand – one fucking hand, and he's a small animal hybrid and a herbivore at that, how is he so fucking strong – and leans down until his lips brush your ear.
"I've been courting you for months," he whispers, and the words drip off his tongue like honey laced with ground glass and obsession. "And you... Ohhhh, you've been waving this dumb little kitty cunt in my face the whole time. Flicking my ears. Making me bleed. Letting me stalk you..." He pulls back, looking down at you with those wild eyes. "And now... finally... I have you exactly where you belong. In my den. In my nest. Under me."
His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing past your lips and into your mouth. You taste salt and skin and him – sharp, clean, intoxicating. He pushes deeper, gagging you slightly, and his eyes flutter closed.
You bite down on his thumb, hard, to make this fucking freak recoil. Blood wells up instantly, hot and metallic, flooding your tongue. But instead of yanking his hand back, Lohen's whole body shudders with a guttural moan that seems to tear itself from somewhere deep in his chest. His hips jerk frantically, grinding his clothed cock against your cunt, and you feel a fresh gush of wetness soak through both your pants as he nearly cums right there.
"Ffffffuck– yes– do it again, bite me harder, make me bleed, make me hurt–" His free hand releases your wrists and flies to his own pants, fumbling with the buckle.
You release his thumb, panting. Your mouth is smeared with his blood. "You're sick."
"Yeah." He's grinning, blood smeared on his lip from where he bit it himself, pupils blown so wide his eyes look like black voids. "Terminally sick for you."
Lohen pulls his thumb from your mouth and licks the blood off, eyes never leaving yours, sitting back on his haunches, and now those nimble, scarred fingers are working his belt buckle with single-minded focus.
When he’s done, the leather slithers free with a soft hiss, and Vice Captain holds it up, considering it, then drapes it around your neck so tight it makes you cough.
"Pretty," he breathes. "You'd look so pretty in a proper collar. Maybe I'll have one made, engraved with my name. 'Property of Lohen' What do you think?"
You can't tell him to fuck off when the collar tightens on your neck. He unbuttons his pants, slides them down those stringy thighs, and kicks them aside. His underwear follows.
His cock is... god help you, it's pretty. That's the word that slams into your brain, unwanted and undeniable. Pretty. Pale and flushed pink at the tip, curving up slightly toward his belly, slick with pre-cum that's been leaking steadily and soaking a dark patch into the front of his discarded underwear. It's not massive, but it's thick enough that you know it'll split you open oh so sweetly. Below it, his balls are drawn up tight, heavy and full, the skin taut and slightly darker, clearly aching with the need to empty themselves inside something– someone.
Specifically you.
"Pretty, right?" Lohen reaches down and wraps a hand around his cock, giving it one lazy stroke. A thick bead of pre-cum wells up at the tip and drips slowly down his shaft, catching the faint moonlight filtering through the burrow entrance. He catches it with his thumb, brings it to his mouth, and licks it clean with a soft hum. "Mmm... Want a taste?" He smears another bead onto his fingers and holds them out. "Open up, kitten. Sample the goods."
You clamp your mouth shut, turning your head away. He tsks softly, disappointed but not surprised, and crawls forward again, sitting square on your chest. His weight presses your back deeper into the blankets, pins your arms at your sides, and leaves you completely helpless. That bobbing cock taps insistently against your sealed lips as he settles, leaving a tacky smear of pre-cum across your mouth.
“Oh, kitten,” he drawls, slow and syrupy, his head tilting so his ears flop adorably to one side even as his crimson eyes blaze with absolute, clinical madness. “Still playin’ hard to get? After all the notes I left? After I bled and came in my pants with your teeth in my neck?”
He wraps the tail of the belt around his fist once, twice, tightening the improvised leash until the leather bites into the tender skin of your throat. Your breath hitches into a strangled wheeze, vision spotting at the edges as the collar cuts off your air.
“S’alright. I like you feisty. Makes it so much sweeter when you finally break. And you will break, kitten.” He rolls his hips, grinding his soaked cockhead across your sealed lips, and laughs when your nostrils flare involuntarily.
You glare up at him, defiant, mouth clamped shut. Lohen just smiles and jerks the collar hard. The sudden constriction forces a choked gasp from your lungs.
He uses that exact moment to thrust his length into your mouth in one merciless thrust, not stopping until his swollen balls are pressed flush against your chin and the fat, leaking head bullies its way past your gag reflex.
Your throat convulses violently around the intrusion, muscles spasming and squeezing him desperately. He throws his head back with a loud moan that echoes through the burrow, his silky mint-green ears pinning flat against his messy hair while his fluffy cream-tipped tail thumps wildly against his own ass in ecstatic beats.
“Ahhh– fuuuuck yes, there it is~” he sobs out, voice cracking with pure bliss as his hips grind forward until your nose is smashed into the soft mint-colored hairs, his musky scent flooding your lungs until you can’t smell anything else. “This is exactly where you belong, kitten. On your back in my nest, throat stuffed full of bunny cock like the stupid whore you are.”
Lohen drops the leash, and his fingers twist viciously into your tufted lynx ears and the hair at the back of your scalp, yanking your head back at a brutal angle to straighten your throat into a helpless fuck-sleeve.
There is no time to adjust as he starts fucking your face with fast and punishing thrusts – each one dragging his thick cock almost all the way out before slamming back in until his balls slap wetly against your chin. Obscene, wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds fill the burrow as stringy ropes of throat slime, precum and drool bubble out from the stretched corners of your mouth, pouring down your chin and tits in messy rivers.
“F-fuck– squeeze me just like that, kitten–. You’re doing s-so good for me, makin’ me feel so loved,” he groans, eyes half-lidded and soft with obsessive adoration. His hips snap faster, turning the slow face-fucking into something meaner. Thick globs of your spit fly everywhere with every brutal plunge, splattering across your lips and cheeks.
Your vision is blurring from the lack of air and the constant battering of his cock against the back of your throat. Tears stream down your face, mixing with the thick strings of spit and pre-cum, and despite everything, your cunt is clenching desperately around nothing. Your hips twitch and roll uselessly in the air, searching for friction that isn’t there. Lohen’s nose twitches, catching the scent immediately, and he lets out a delighted little giggle.
“Ohhh? How embarrassing. You’re supposed to be the predator, but one taste of bunny cock and you’re already gushing like a broken faucet. Don’t worry… I’ll take care of that sloppy hole soon enough. But first–”
He suddenly pulls out with a wet schlorp, leaving your throat gaping and empty. You cough and gasp desperately, thick ropes of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the glistening tip of his cock. Before you can even suck in a proper breath, he shifts his weight, sitting heavily on your chest with his knees pinning your shoulders down. His hand wraps tight around his throbbing shaft right above your ruined face, stroking himself with loud squelching sounds while you heave.
“Gonna paint this pretty face,” he growls, voice low and trembling with the edge of orgasm, “Gonna cover every bit of you in my cum so no one ever forgets who this stupid slut belongs to.”
You’re too wrecked to respond. So Lohen does it for you – two fingers hook roughly into the corners of your mouth, prying your jaw open wide while his other hand pumps his cock faster, the wet shlick-shlick-shlick growing louder and more desperate.
“Stick your tongue out.” And you fucking do, like a mindless dumb kitty, too fucked out to think. “Yeah, jus’ like that– good girl~”
His hips jerk into his fist, ears flicking madly, fluffy tail going rigid behind him as the pleasure spikes. His voice starts breaking, words turning meaner and nastier the closer he gets.
“You think that fucking stray could ever make you feel like this? Huh? You think anyone else gets to see you like this? I’d gut them. You’re mine. Mine to– aah~”
The first thick rope of cum erupts violently across your forehead, splattering hot and sticky all the way up into your hair and across one eye. The second heavy spurt lands directly into your open mouth, coating your tongue in salty heat and overflowing down your chin in creamy rivers.
“Take it– take every fucking drop, you greedy bitch–”
The third and fourth jets stripe across your cheeks and nose, the excess dripping down into the hollow of your throat, where the collar bites painfully into your skin. More cum splatters across your twitching lynx ears, matting the soft fur, while another thick glob lands on your closed eyelid, sealing it shut with sticky warmth.
When the last watery dribble finally leaks out, Lohen slaps his softening but still twitching cock against your ruined face a few times – pat-pat-pat – spreading the mess even more. His breathing is ragged, but his eyes are zeroed in on you.
“Lookin’ so cute,” He pats your cum-smeared cheek with genuine affection, then slides off your chest, leaving you gasping and soaked and utterly debased.
But if you thought this was it… oh, poor baby… poor-poor baby…
His hands find the waistband of your pants. You try to buckle, coughing, one eye closed because of his spunk that threatens your eye. That does nothing to stop Lohen. He yanks, and your pants and underwear come down in one rough movement, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams, baring your traitorously weeping cunt to the cool air of his burrow.
As if bewitched, Lohen drops to his belly between your legs, arms hooking under your thighs to yank you closer, and presses his nose directly against your slick folds. His ears flatten, his tail thumps against the floor, and a guttural growl rumbles from his chest – a sound no rabbit should ever make.
“This is what I’ve been dreaming about,” he breathes, the words muffled against your pussy. “Gonna fuck this kitty cunt so thoroughly it’ll reject anyone else. You’ll be a one-rabbit woman.”
Lohen drags his soft, deceptively innocent pink tongue in one long stripe from your clenching entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit, collecting your slick like it’s nectar. Then the real hunger takes over. He buries his whole face in your cunt – nose grinding hard against your clit sweetly, tongue stabbing deep inside you, lapping and thrusting wildly.
You arch off the blankets with a broken moan, lava flooding your veins. “F-fuck– Lohen–!”
“Mhm…” he hums loudly against your folds and pulls back just long enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your swollen clit, then slaps his tongue against it, massaging the swollen bud lovingly.
“So fucking tight and wet,” Lohen slurs, mouth still half-buried in your cunt. “Could eat this pussy for days, until you’re just a stupid pet who cums every time her owner comes home. Would you like that? Huh?”
“Lohen– please–”
“Please what?” He pulls back suddenly, lips shiny, chin dripping with your arousal, that unhinged grin splitting his face. He folds your thighs up and apart, nearly bending you in half so you’re forced to watch him work. A long strand of your slick stretches from his bottom lip to your cunt before Lohen laps it up with a happy little moan.
“Gotta be specific, kitten. I’m just a dumb bunny, remember? Tell me exactly what this sloppy cunt needs.”
A sob rips from your throat as the temperature of your body spikes up, your heat slowly claiming you. “I need– cum–”
“Whaa~? Say it properly!” He dips down again, dragging his tongue agonizingly slow through your folds, deliberately avoiding your clit. “Need me to make this pathetic pussy cum?”
“Yes, please! Need ta cum!” You whine with a voice so thin it almost sounds alien.
“Good little bitch~”
Lohen dives back in, tongue fucking into you, nose grinding against your clit. Two fingers suddenly stretch you, and you cry out. Lohen curls them upward to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind your eyes. His hand leaves your thigh and snakes down between his own legs, and you hear the frantic sound of his fist stroking his shaft while he eats you out.
And when you’re so close, right there, right on the edge, your claws shredding the blankets, your back arching–
Lohen stops.
The orgasm dies instantly, leaving you a convulsing wreck. Your denied cunt spasms violently around nothing, and more hot tears spill down your cum-streaked face as you choke on a broken wail.
“C’mon, move that fat lynx ass,” he giggles, voice bright and cruel as he gives your trembling thigh a patronizing little tap.”Need you to cum on my cock. Gonna show you what ‘fucking like rabbits’ means~”
You can only shudder, edged out of your mind, drooling and crying into the nest that reeks of mint and cum. Your hips twitch uselessly, seeking friction that isn’t there.
Lohen clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. Then, with terrifying ease, he manhandles you like you weigh nothing. Those deceptively stringy arms and compact muscles flip you onto your hands and knees in one smooth motion. Your face smashes into the soft blankets, ass forced high in the air, cunt and tight little hole completely exposed to his hungry gaze. Your fluffy lynx tail lashes wildly in humiliated protest, but he just grabs the base and yanks it upward, pinning it out of the way.
“Archons, fuck yes,” he breathes, as he kneads your ass cheeks roughly, spreading fat globes wide apart until you feel the cool air kiss your dripping folds and puckered hole. “And to think that you were so stubborn to admit that we are meant to be! Bad kitty…”
The first sharp slap cracks across your ass, hard enough to make the fat jiggle and bloom bright red. You yelp, claws digging deeper into the blankets. Vice Capitan watches the mark form with manic glee, ears flicking excitedly, that fluffy cream-tipped tail thumping wildly against his own back.
His palm rains down again and again. Each impact sends shockwaves through your body, turning your ass into a burning canvas of handprints. Every slap pushes you closer to the edge without letting you fall. You’re drooling messily onto the blankets, thick strings of slick, cum, and tears soaking the fabric as you whimper and sob into the nest.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Lohen stops, palms smoothing almost tenderly over the bruised flesh. But the gentleness is a lie – he spreads your ascheeks again, spitting a thick glob of saliva right onto your puckered hole before his leaking cock slides hot and heavy through your drenched folds. He coats himself in your slick, letting you feel every throb, the fat head nudging your entrance just enough to part your puffy lips before pulling back before you can envelop him.
“Ah-ah-ah~” he tuts, voice dripping fake sympathy as he slaps the heavy head of his cock lightly against your labia. “You really thought I was gonna let you cum that easily? No, no, kitten. Say you are mine first.”
You can’t answer – your voice is gone, replaced by ragged pants and whimpers.
“Say it,” Lohen repeats, a dark edge sharpening his words. He leans over you, chest pressing flush to your back, one hand snaking up to fist the belt still around your throat. He yanks the end of it, forcing your head up and your back into a painful arch. His other hand reaches toward his discarded coat, and you feel the flat of his knife press against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
Your breath hitches in arousal when the metal tip scrapes against your mound.
“Tell me your soul belongs to Lohen,” he whispers hotly against the shell of your tufted ear, voice low and venomous. “Say it, or I’ll keep you right on the brink until you’re nothing but a babbling mess begging for bunny cum. I can do this for a very long time…”
The knife traces a threatening line up your thigh, never breaking skin but promising it could. And what little remains of your pride shatters completely.
“It’s yours,” you choke out, voice wrecked and trembling, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. “Lohen! Please– Please–”
“Good mate,” he praises, planting a chaste kiss atop your head, right between your ears. The words sound genuine and reverent that they make you blush deeper, face turning crimson. “See? Wasn’t so hard.”
Lohen releases the leash slightly but keeps you arched, then sits back on his haunches. His hand tightens in the fur at the base of your tail, yanking your ass closer. The other grips your bruised hip hard enough to leave fresh marks.
His throbbing cock lines up again, the leaking head kissing your quivering hole. Your whole body tenses, every nerve screaming in anticipation.
"Welcome to the bottom of the food chain, kitten," he whispers, voice dripping with undiluted triumph.
His hips roll forward.
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Series Masterlist: Creatures Features
I saw this crazy battle maniac 2.0 (hi Childe) in Varka's story quest and just couldn't... I had to add him. Yeah, I'm sorry for neglecting this series so much. Hope that you like this part at least haha!
i think that to some extent, venti has the ability to change how only certain parts of his body look like. most of the time, his dick is average - it’s not like he’s showing it freely to everyone! - and it’ll stay that way when he deflowers your pretty pussy for the first time. but he’s so mean, and by the second time you’re sitting all pretty on his cock, he’s suddenly becoming bigger! his shaft is now long and thick, and his fat mushroom tip is twitching. “v-venti.. ‘s so big now..ngh!“ you can whine all you want, but he’s just gonna sit down and enjoy your shy and hesitant bouncing on his dick.
like archon, like follower, so it’s no surprise that dahlia is so similar to venti in that aspect. you can see the outline of his cock from his shorts, and for some reason (you) it’s always half hard and leaky. when he finally pounces on you, he’s like a mad man. if you say something about his size, dahlia’s only gonna get harder and fuck you more! he already is so happy to have such a pretty thing wrapped around his finger that he can’t help but shove his dick in you all at once <3 but you gotta be good, kay miss? be good and take his load.
you spent one too many nights wondering how vice captain lohen’s dick was like. poor you, humping your pillow so lost in thought, so desperate to know what the man of your dreams was packing down there. and when the time comes, and you’re on your knees in front of lohen, all pretty and doe eyes, you realize you were not actually prepared. his cock falls out of his boxers, his fat shaft hitting your forehead. “what, disappointed?” he scoffs, teasing. “n-no, ‘fcourse not, captain-“ “good, aren’t you such a doll?” don’t worry, lohen thinks you look like one even when you’re desperately trying to suck on his cock just to make him feel good!
i personally think that lohen wears the choker he has on his neck tighter than normal, not enough to suffocate him fully, of course, but definitely enough to feel it. this sadomasochistic fuck. and he'll definitely give you the same treatment in return.
imagine slotting your fingers in between the choker and lohen's neck, only to feel how tight the space is in between after yanking him forward to bring his face closer to you. after glancing down at your hand and back up at him, you both share a knowing look. "what? you curious about how it feels? freak." he grins, snaking a hand up and around your neck with a light squeeze, "i could always satisfy those dirty fantasies of yours, bunny."
so thats how you ended up in this position on your stomach as lohen pinned you down with all his weight and put you in a nasty headlock. you could feel his clothed cock grinding up against your ass as he whispered the nastiest shit into your ear, berating you for enjoying something like this.
"you're so fucking dirty, whining and drooling like some wild animal in heat. fuck, i havent even touched you at all yet," he sneered with a mocking laugh, briefly tightening his headlock as you whimpered, squirming around in his hold.
"i'm gonna absolutely ruin you," he whispered with a sadistic grin.
It was a bit strange to be doing something so normal with Lohen, but he enjoyed the simple pleasure of you choking around the thick base of his cock. Your gag reflex was something to laugh about; you struggled with taking even his fingers in your mouth, let alone his dick.
You try not to think about the first time you tried giving him a blow job. Your teeth scrapped around the head, and he shuddered with pleasure after receiving the worst head of his life. He hadn't softened the blow of telling you how poorly you'd done either.
And still, after practicing on him for so long, you still struggled to fit him in your mouth.
Drool pooled from the corner of your lips, and your fingers dig into his waist, trying to push away from his bucking hips. The asshole refused to let you fully push off, instead chasing your retreating lips until they touched skip.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned theatrically, his head thrown back as he forces your lips to his pelvis. The desk behind him rattles with the movement, papers falling off the edge. Your neck arches deeper into him involuntarily, eyes watering.
"Mmmfph!" Your nails pinch into him, trying to pull off of him.
"Oh yeah, just like—that!" His hand tightens in your hair. He pulls you off of him as if you're a ragdoll, then forces you down his length.
"Mm!" A tear escapes this time, and you're certain your teeth grate. He only punches over your head, both hands woven, tightened in your hair, and hips shuddering.
"Oh—oh fuck," he gasps. You feel his pulse against your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Aimlessly, you try and skim the bottom of his cock with your tongue to coax him closer to release. "Fuck, you're goddamn awful at this, huh?" He exhales with a shuddery laugh.
You make a pathetic sound below him, causing him to finally look down at you. At the sight of your teary eyes and flushed expression, he coos at you, hands messily petting your hair into your sweaty face.
"Aren't you cute..." His pupils are blown huge, with an unhindered smile on his face.
Lohen's thumb goes to the spit-covered side of your mouth, tugging it and revealing your canines. He pulls at the small corner until it stings. "Use more teeth this time, yeah?" Then pushes back into you, again and again, until your throat is sore and face is wet.
Giving lohen a shitty blow job and him being into it 🤤
now, how one goes about giving or collecting a soul idfk but trust if i could i WOULDDDDD
ur writing is so yummy diva ily
Hi Anon,
Thank you, ily2! I'm glad you enjoy my writing and the Lohen fic. There is no need to spend on something freely given; your words alone are enough to fuel me to write more. After all, I am all in on Lohen. He is so cute. I am going to put him through unspeakable torture. Don't worry about biological logistics; anything is possible if it's horny enough.
For how short and slim Lohen is, he sure has a lot of endurance. Charging onto the battlefield and throwing himself into the thick of it, even if he hasn't slept properly in the past two weeks. Stubbornly sitting still when Varka commands it, though he spends all that excess energy whining and crying about being on lockdown. Cumming over and over again with no breaks until your entire glove and wrist are covered in his cum. Isn't this a biological defect? Surely it must hurt to keep going right after, yet he doesn't stop you from jerking him off when he's soft, only waiting to get hard again and repeat the process all over. You'd wager he actually likes the pain.
"Hah- I'm- fuck- I'm going to…," Lohen throws an arm over his eyes. His stomach flexes, and his knee spasms, nearly hitting you in the gut. Your frown deepens, kicking his legs back apart and moving your hand up and down harder. After the numerous times you've seen him cum, you've gotten pretty good at picking up on his tells, and Lohen is dangerously close to reaching his peak again.
Would be a shame if he didn't. Since Lohen has his eyes covered, you let yourself watch as you flick your wrist down, waiting for that particular shuddering exhale, then squeeze the base of his cock until your fingers touch your thumb. You let out a pleased sigh, leaning closer to Lohen as you drink in the flurry of curses he grits out through clenched teeth. Your lips curl into a secret grin as you coo, "Control yourself, Vice-Captain. You'll wake the sleeping knights."
His hand flies to your wrist, keeping it pinned in place even as you struggle to pull free. Even then, you're no match for him in terms of strength. He could easily force your hand to finish him off, yet all he does is hold it there. His eyes are glazed over, and the nails of his other hand dig into the tabletop until they chip and bleed. Bracing yourself on one arm, you lean over him until your face hovers just above his. He's... kind of pretty like this, with not a single thought in that head. For all his usual sharp tongue, he's gone wonderfully blank.
The sight makes something mean grow delightfully in your chest. You smile sweetly before drawing your hand back and slapping him hard across the face. His head jerks violently to the side, and his cheek blooms pink. You can't wait to hear what excuse he'll come up with in the morning to explain it away.
"Lighten the fuck up."
That seems to be the final thing he needs to tip over the edge. His cock jumps each time a rope of cum lands in the growing puddle on his stomach. With his hand over yours, you're forced to feel each one.
"You're such a freak," you say, cringing once Lohen has calmed down enough to slacken his hold on you. This one was a lot shorter than the others, which is a good thing because your hand is starting to cramp, and his cum is starting to dry against the fabric of your glove. Ugh, gross. You wipe your hand across his chest, using the curve of his ribs to catch the excess between your thumb and index finger.
"Hah-ha," Lohen's laugh is punched out, his cock still somehow twitching because, like you've mentioned, endurance, "Look- fuck.. in the mirror sometime."
You glower down at Lohen, that little smug smirk still on his lips even as he looks so wrecked. His chest rises and falls rapidly, droplets of sweat sliding down and staining the table, his pale skin now pink. The colour reminds you of valberries, a thought you immediately stamp into the ground. You will not be tainting your precious valberries with Lohen of all people. Dragging your gaze lower, his spent cock droops sadly between his legs. You shiver again; you cannot believe you spent the better half of your afternoon touching that thing.
You click your tongue at him, "Aren't you a bit embarrassed about this? What would the Grandmaster say if he saw what you're into? You pervert. Ugh, I think that last one got in my hair."
Luckily, you've managed to avoid any extra clean-up, and Lohen doesn't have to suffer the consequences. Still, while you were initially glad you kept your gloves on, they're now sticking to your skin as you try to peel them off. You suppose that’s the trade-off for efficiency. It ends up turning inside out, which at least makes disposing of them easier, but you can't help but wrinkle your nose at the sound they make when they slap wetly against Lohen's stomach as you shake them off. Lohen's too busy ascending to Celestia to care much, but he'd probably like it anyway, the little pervert. Whatever, not your problem. Now that Lohen is tired out, your job is done.
"You owe me a new glove," you huff, not even waiting for a reply, already turning your heel, "See ya, loser!"
you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?
Warnings: Implied smut, Lohen tapping the reader's butt lightly a few times, sadomasochist Lohen, making out in public, slight enabler fem!reader, established relationship.
a/n: got this idea from @justacube thank you for letting me make a fic of this prompt!!
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Lohen stared at the carpet of the Grandmaster's office as he knelt on it in front of the Acting Grandmaster. The reason??
"Lohen, Vice Captain of the Fifth Company of the Knights of Favonius," Jean declared his entire title, as if he was being sent for capital punishment, "We have received another batch of complaints regarding your 'methods' to evaluate knights for the Nod-Krai expedition. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Those damn snitches," muttered Lohen.
"The complaints are Anonymous; there is no one for you to hold a grudge against," said Jean.
"Well, it's clear who submitted them. Doesn't take an Akademiya scholar to figure out it was one of those cowards. I swear the Knights need to recruit people with actual nerves," he remarked as he shuffled a bit on the carpet.
Jean pinches her nose to stop the stinging of an incoming migraine. It doesn't help.
"Lohen, I understand that your standardized tests are brutal, but -"
"But my tests are so simple, Acting Gransmaster!" insists Lohen.
"All they have to do is NOT drink the poison, and what do they end up doing?? Drinking the poison! I assure you, if they didn't drink it, I'd just spar with them for a minute or two and let them pass!"
"That's not what I-" she rebuts.
"Jean! Are you in there?" a knock, following the most melodic voice (in Lohen's opinion), speaks out.
"Yes, come in." Jean sighs, taking her hand off her nose.
In walks the most beautiful girl in Tevyat. You didn't notice Lohen the moment you stepped into the office, distracted by the bundle of papers in your hand, but he very much noticed you. In fact, he can never do anything but notice you. The way you walked, spoke, and how those thigh-high boots fit on you.
You really needed to step on him with those on one day.
But he was aware you were there for Jean rather than him. Such are the woes of life. You were rumored to be the Dandelion Knight's successor, much like how Razor was to Varka. Though you weren't raised by Jean, you had a loving family. Your father and brother both worked in the church, and your mom ran a local bakery. How you stumbled into being a knight will forever be a mystery, but, hey, maybe you just like fighting, just like he does.
Which makes you even more attractive to his eyes, and if anyone on Tevyat disagrees, they're gonna catch his hands one way or the other. Because no one insults his wife- sorry fiancée, and gets away with it.
Yes, you're engaged to this maniac. He really put a ring on it before anyone could even say 'windblume'. Though to the public, you two were just budding lovers.
"I just received a report from Dornman port, we need-" you paused, almost squeaking your boots as you halted, just noticing the figure kneeling in the middle of Jean's office, looking too happy to be there.
(He's just happy he's kneeling in front of you instead of Jean now. And he gets to have a nice view of your legs as well :3 Barbatos must be smiling on his luck today! Can you blame a man for appreciating his lady from a different angle? If it's Lohen, the answer is probably yes.)
"What did he do now?" audibly annoyed at the bullshit he's pulled to get into trouble. Again.
Jean sighed, massaging her temples with her hand now, "The Vice Captain has complaints that his tests are too dangerous and risky to take, so I was explaining to him the importance of keeping the new recruits' morale up while deciding on a punishment."
You nodded, "I see. Well, anyway, the knights from Dornman said- OH MY GOD IS THAT DVALIN ON THE WINDMILL OVER THERE????"
"What? Where?!" Jean panicked, opening the window and leaning out to get a better view.
"What the fuck, Lohen! What did you do that made them snitch on you?" you snapped, whisper-screaming at him now that Jean was distracted.
He shrugged, "I only did what I always do, Liebling, I just poisoned their wines a little, just enough to sedate them, and these idiots drank it. How was I supposed to know they're that big of pussies."
"Oh my Barbatos, you swore you'd never use poison again for your stupid tests again. This is why I don't wear my ring outside," you snapped.
"Excuse me!?" Lohen raised his brow, visibly offended.
"You're excused," you smirked at him, "Anyway, want me to bail you out or something?"
Jean turned back, after searching and not finding the large blue dragon, "I don't see Dvalin outside. Are you sure you saw it here?"
You chuckle awkwardly, "Oops, must've been just a big crane. I really need to get my eyes checked."
"I see. I'll schedule an appointment at the church then, you should get your eyes checked soon. Anyway, about that report you were saying-"
"Was that a jumpty dumpty I saw right there??" Lohen butts in.
This clearly concerned Jean more than the Anemo dragon, as she turned around haphazardly and leaned over the windowsill, almost about to fall over, and yelled, "WHAT?! KLEE!!!"
"You'd bail me out?" he asks expectantly.
You pondered over it for a bit. It wouldn't be hard to ask Jean to let you handle him. Although being her assistant and successor, you also had to act fairly.
"Well, only if you behave and take a minor punishment from me."
"You'd punish me too??" His eyes lit up, he looked as if you had gotten onto your knees and agreed to spar with him using hilichurl batons.
Meanwhile, you stared down at him (not helping the situation, he loves that too) as if he were an invasive pest on Jean's carpet, "…..on Barbatos's name, why did I even say yes to this man."
"Because you love meeeee~" he trilled.
Before you could say anything back to him, you heard Jean's distressed voice as she yelled out the window, "KLEE COME TO MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!! YOUR DODOCOS WILL BE CONFESTICATED AND YOU ARE GOING BACK IN SOLIDARY CONFINEMENT FOR THE DAY YOUNG LADY!!"
"Yes, Master Jean." A sorrowful child's voice, which you can only assume is your resident Spark Knight, responds back.
"Wait, I thought you just said that just to distract her," you ask.
Seeing as Lohen also looked a little taken aback, it was clear he did not expect Klee to actually be outside, nor did he expect her to actually be causing trouble. "I did, I didn't expect Klee to actually be there. Gonna have to buy a lot of sweets for her again to apologize."
"Yep. Wait, what do you mean again?"
"Anyway, sorry about that." Jean turned around, her migraine now increasing tenfold as she plopped down on the chair. "So about that Dornman Port report?"
"Ah, yes, the Knights said that they needed more manpower for the port as Inazuma has started opening their trade again. We're going to need to send a few Knights there. And here's the full report for that." You stated, stepping forward to ignore your fiancée, and actually get business done for once.
"Thank you. You can put it on the desk here." She sighed, placing her head in her hands.
You paused, looking at your mentor, and coming up with the best solution for her and Lohen. "You look stressed, Jean. You should take some rest."
"I will. Once I'm done dealing with him, then Klee, then organizing the books with Lisa like I promised her, then send Knights to deal with that Cryo Lavachurl at Windrise…." she ranted on.
You kick Lohen slightly before he could say, "You can send me."
"How about this,' you said, "I can….deal with this guy, and organise the library while at it, and later I'll evaluate which knights to send to Dornman port, kay?"
Jean shook her head.
"No, no, it'd be too much to ask of you-"
"Jean. I see those eyebags of yours. You haven't been resting well, even after the Traveller dealt with the Dvalin crisis. Come on, trust me a bit more, please? You're not burdening me at all. Promise. I'll do all the tasks perfectly." You pleaded with her.
As much as you were doing this for Lohen, you were doing this for Jean's sake, too. She always had a bad habit of overestimating herself and kept working herself to the bone. An evening off would do her good.
"That's not what I meant- whatever, I suppose a visit to the Angel's Share won't hurt. I'll entrust you with those tasks then."
You perked up, happy that Jean's finally entrusted you with some of her tasks and getting drinks with her friends. "Alright then. I'll come back with a few headache pills later in the evening. Come on, you, let's deal with you first."
"Yes, ma'am!" Lohen chirps, way too happy to be following you.
"At least try not to sound so excited when I'm bailing you out. You should be lucky I was even there in the first place." You scold him once the two of you step out.
"Oh, you have no idea how lucky I think I already am, and every day you keep making me realise how much luckier I can get," he says, hugging you from behind, and planting a few kisses on your cheek.
You blush and try to break away from his grip, not wanting to scar the knights in the hallway to be traumatized with Lohen's PDA. However, you soon gave up when you realised the more you tried to squirm away from him, the more he tightened his grip on you.
You sigh and walk towards the library with a human-sized leech attached to you. "Whatever. Well, let's get down to the library then. Sorting books shouldn't take that long."
"Hey, didn't you say you were gonna deal with me first? What are we doing going to the library?" he asks, still latching onto you.
"I will, I'll deal with you in the library."
He perks up at that and loosens his grip, allowing you to slip away, "Ouuuu are we gonna make out behind the shelves again? Kinky~"
You rolled your eyes. Does this guy think of nothing but thrill?
"Are you an idiot? No. Also, last time we did that, Lisa zapped my butt so hard I couldn't sit on a chair for a whole week. So no, I don't want that again."
"Ah, I thought that was because I spanked you that day. Explains it now. I was worried I actually hurt you." He smirks, giving a few gentle taps to your butt.
Heat creeps up your back as you remember that day. Lohen was particularly worked up, having taken down several Treasure hoarders and Hilichurl camps. He was practically panting the moment he set foot in the headquarters, and when he hunted you down in the library, sorting out expedition maps, he pounced on you and dragged you behind a 'secret bookshelf'.
Lisa eventually found you two, not because you two were making a ruckus (you were trying to keep your voice down for the two of you), but because Lohen was so obscenely loud, his voice kept echoing through the entire room. Both of you got into trouble for that.
Did Lohen learn anything from it? No. He proceeded to take you to his room and fuck you on his mattress, digging his fingers into your skin, and went on to the point where both of you passed out. You were lucky you could even walk the other day (and luckily Lisa didn't tell Jean, otherwise you could never look her in the eye knowing she knows you got caught making out in the library).
"Liar. You were anything but worried. I saw you looking like a smug cat whenever I used to squirm in my seat." You mumbled, turning your face away.
Lohen only smiled at that, "Oh, then will you bash my head with a hardcover book?? Please please please pick the Boar Princess. It has the thickest cover you can bash my skull all you want my queen-"
"Nope, nope, and nope. You will do this while I help Lisa organize the library books."
You led him to a table and sat him down, dumping a bunch of papers in front of him.
"My punishment is.......paperwork?"
"Nope." You say, looking for the Knights of Favonius handbook and slamming it next to the stack of papers.
"Your punishment is to copy the entire handbook three whole times. Including the Index and the Appendix."
"INCLUDING THE INDEX??" he groans, loathing the task already.
"Liebling, please don't do this to me. I'm-I'm begging you. I won't poison another new recruit for the whole year, I promise."
"No can do. You have to do this. Unless....."
He seemed to cheer up at the idea that you thought of another punishment for him. He'd even lie down and let you walk over him a hundred times if that's what it takes.
"Unless what? Go on, anything, but this will suffice. You can even try choking if that's what you want-"
"Sex ban for a month. And I'll let you off."
"WHAT!?" Lohen yells, which earns him a sharp 'shush' and a stare from the resident electro vision-wielding librarian.
You stare him down, smirking at his misery. He deserved this for making you the butt of the joke last time you two were here.
"Iwilldothewriting," he murmurs.
"Hmm? What was that, Vice Captain? Couldn't hear you very well~"
"I said, I will do the writing." He says, sulking and opening up the Favonius handbook.
As much as you enjoyed his misery, you couldn't help but give him something to look forward to. After all, it was your duty as his lover to keep him happy.
You quickly did a sweep of the floor to check for any people who might see, and leaned over the table to get close to his face.
"If you do this and stay out of trouble for today, I'll give you a reward in our room later~" you purred in his ear, delighting in the way you saw him shiver
You stepped away as you head towards Lisa, informing her about Lohen's punishment, and asking about the books she'd like you to help with.
As you follow her upstairs, you feel a similar shiver down your spine, only to turn back and notice a pair of bloodstained eyes, piercing into you in a way only you know means he's undressing you with his eyes.
'Barbatos help me,' you beg to your Archon as you turn around, 'I am absolutely losing my ability to walk tomorrow.'
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a/n: Hello hello guys :3 I already had an outline written for this fic lmao I was just waiting for the og prompt poster to confirm that I could go forward with it. Not much to say rn I'm eepy and tired and sick so I'll go to sleep (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡
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