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I know, realistically, that we meant for Lohen to be the one who's fucking, but may I offer my poorly hidden kinks and a second hear me out? There's barely any characterization, I just wanted to write about him getting fucked. I was not expecting to finish this so fast, truly, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and horny.
Contains: Dragon reader, reader has a dick, oviposition, male squirting, Lohen gets called mama twice. Italics indicate the past.
Reversal to this fic
You let out a sigh, your breath so hot that a plume of smoke escapes into the open air before swirling into nothing. Something akin to a purr vibrates loudly in your chest, accidentally jostling the man in your arms and drawing a quiet whine from him. You chuckle softly, hunching down to rest your head in the curve of his neck as you nibble at his skin. Too many bloody marks from your teeth already litter his pale skin, but it doesn't hurt to add a few more. You've always thought he looked pretty in red.
"What are you complaining about now? You were the one who started all of this, don't tell me you're quitting now? That doesn't sound like you, Vice-Captain." You mumble, pressing your nose closer to Lohen's throat. Your tongue flicks out to catch the tiny droplets of sweat gathered along the hollow of his throat, and his vocal cords vibrate with a weak attempt at a cry when you shift too much, "Haha, who knew all it took for you to shut up was a dick to sit on?"
Your hand rubs the curve of Lohen's now-rounded stomach, so different from when you first started. Your eyes dilate, and your smile stretches wider until you feel your fangs press into your lower lip.
"You really wanted to be a mama that badly?"
"So, do you lay eggs?"
Lohen, the bastard that he is and always will be, only smiles and patiently waits for you to recover from the attempted murder currently taking place as you choke and sputter over what was supposed to be a nice, quiet tea party. You immediately turn toward Klee, who is thankfully still in the other room preparing more imaginary refreshments. If she had heard him, you would bet your entire hoard that Alice would have appeared out of thin air just to scorch both of you and drag your corpses to the Abyss herself.
"What? Who even starts a conversation like that? I just sat down!" you hiss under your breath, grabbing Lohen by the collar so you can snap your teeth at him, "You'd better thank Barbatos himself that Klee didn't hear you."
Lohen only laughs it off, patting your hand until you release him from your death grip. Reluctantly, you let go and sink back into your seat with a huff. He smooths out the wrinkles in his clothes and readjusts his cape before leaning an elbow against his knee, surrounded by miniature Dodocos that you sincerely hope are not actually bombs.
"It's just a scientific question born from curiosity. Why were you thinking of something indecent?" He places a hand over his chest and fakes a scandalized gasp, "And in front of a child, no less. Tsk, tsk."
This is it. This is the moment you're going to break your pact and torch Mondstadt to the ground. How else were you supposed to interpret that question?
"I may have happened to overhear your conversation with Albedo about Durin. Purely by accident, of course, please put your claws away," Lohen doesn't so much as flinch beneath your glare, "It made me wonder how you came to be. Did you have a mother? Or did you simply appear?"
He never breaks eye contact, and you can see that familiar spark of excitement swirling in his eyes. Annoyingly enough, he means it when he says he's just curious. Which, you suppose, is fair enough; humans have always been fascinated by the unknown. Still, he could have led with that instead of asking whether you... laid eggs. Sure, Albedo had asked similar questions before, but those had been entirely different circumstances. That conversation had been professional, if slightly awkward, comparing the differences between you and Durin. Dvalin, the only other dragon nearby, had made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in discussing the topic.
You glance toward the doorway to check whether Klee is coming back anytime soon. You are fairly certain Albedo would not appreciate you jump-starting her education on dragon reproduction.
"If you were just curious, you could have worded it better," You let out a long sigh, "But I suppose it depends on the region and the type of dragon, much like any other subspecies of animal. Some, like those in Liyue, can be born from nature itself. Rocks, water, that sort of thing."
You gesture vaguely to yourself, fixing Lohen with a pointed look, "As for me, I'm probably the closest thing to an ordinary animal. I reproduce through eggs. So yes, Lohen. I lay eggs. Does that answer your question?"
Lohen nods, looking entirely too pleased that you did not dismiss him outright or attempt to throw him out the window. Though with Klee explicitly asking for both of you to attend her tea party, there is no way you could have. The bastard. That's probably why he decided to spring the question on you now. If you and Albedo had not spoken recently, maybe you would not feel quite so willing to share, but at least with Lohen, you can trust that he is not going to go on some misguided crusade and decide your eggs need to be destroyed.
“Then, can I ask…” Lohen does not bother hiding the way his gaze drifts downward before returning to your face, “What exactly happens when you do?”
“Why are you so interested in this?”
“Like I said, just curious.”
“Well, if there is no '"incubator", they usually dissolve and return to elemental energy,” You glance toward the doorway, “Now, seriously, stop asking. Klee is coming back.”
You dip your fingers down, careful with your claws so you don't accidentally nick yourself when you touch the area you're both connected. Lohen's hole is stretched wide around your cock, nearly pulled white, and you almost want to feel bad. You both haven't even gotten to the hard part yet.
"Shouldn't you be a bit more embarrassed at how wet you are?" you say, slouching further back so Lohen is only supported by your hands and cock. Tiny moans and sobs pulled out of him as he trembles, as your cock nudges that one spot in him that makes him scream. Your fingers hook around the opening, pulling his hole wider until you can slip them in. Slick and cum start spurting out, coating your fingers and trailing down in a sticky mess onto the floor and up your wrist.
"I..I can't..I can't," Lohen openly cries, head too heavy to hold as it flops back onto your shoulder. He truly looks like he's at his limit if he wasn't wearing that smile and that wild look in his eyes. You scowl before smoothing your expression into something softer, tilting your head to press a kiss against his sweaty bangs. He's about to carry your eggs; you can play pretend for a bit. You buck your hips up, rubbing that one spot deeper mercifully, bouncing him up and down as you fuck into him.
"You can, Lohen, you have to. You'll look so good as a mama, don't you think?" You thrust your fingers deeper, twisting your wrist so your claws briefly scratch him. You have to use your other hand to wrap around his waist so he doesn't accidentally throw himself off as he cums again, hissing as he squeezes tighter against your sensitive cock. He's still shaking and crying, his chest rising up and down as he tries and fails to catch his breath. He looks more wrung out than when he rushed into back-to-back hilichurl camps on his own because he was "bored".
You squint a bit, easing your fingers out to spread them in front of you. They're a lot...wetter than you expected them to be, the usual white stringy cum more watery than it should be. You brace your hand against the ground, gently moving Lohen's knee to the side to see the fucking puddle pooling between his trembling thighs.
"Huh, did you squirt or something?" you let out a laugh in disbelief, though you don't expect him to respond, not when his eyes are rolled to the back of his head. You pat his inner thigh, settling them back into a more comfortable position, "See, you're a natural."
It's a testament to Lohen's stamina that it only takes him a few minutes to calm down. In between you massaging his legs, still sitting heavy on your cock, he lets out a series of coughs before a shiver runs down his spine. With his hands laid loosely at his sides, he reaches out to your tail, wagging back and forth. He gently pets it, and you let out a happy yip. It quickly turns into a pained gasp when Lohen clenches his fist tightly, holding your tail hostage.
"Hey. Why are you stopping?"
You blink past the tears in your eyes when you feel a hand gripping your cheeks, easily going along when Lohen drags your head down until you're eye level with him. Up close, his expression is nothing like calm.
Sometimes you think the Fifth Company exaggerates when they talk about how dangerous their Vice-Captain can be. He is battle-hungry, yes, and stubborn to a fault, but you have lived long enough as a dragon to know what real destruction looks like. Compared to that, he is just one persistent human with far too much confidence.
Still.
"You said you needed an incubator for your eggs, right? I'll make you feel so good, so put it in! Hurry! Give me your eggs!" Lohen's eyes go crazy, and it's almost frightening, and you can physically hear his heartbeat jump louder in your ears until there's nothing but the sound of him.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" You push forward, settling Lohen back onto his hands and knees, and you clamp your teeth into his shoulder. The iron taste of blood fills your mouth as you grind deeper, as close as you both can be without melting together into one body, as you feel your eggs travel down. The first one is always the hardest, swelled at the base of your cock, and you attempt to push it in. Lohen is tight, even with your cock and fingers inside him; he's stretched to the max, and it's starting to hurt holding your eggs. You grunt, shaking your head as your tail thumps against the ground, irritated. Your hands come back, settling on his hips, and with one forceful yank, you manage to squeeze the last bit of your cock into him.
"Aahh!! Wait- Wa- Not all at once..! I'm-" Lohen flails as much as he can in your grip as the second and third egg follow right after, popping inside him and filling him until his usually flat stomach starts to descend. There's a tell-tale splatter of something wet on the ground, and you can't help the little snicker even when you're pushing more eggs into Lohen to make fun of him. You can feel your cock twitching, bumping against his sensitive walls with each egg that bullies itself into the cramped room. It feels... really fucking good. You thread your hands into his hair, pressing his face into the ground as you pull out as much as you can and thrust back in until the head of your cock bumps against your egg.
"You'll- hah- make room for it right? Here we go, take a deeep breath," you snake one hand up to his belly, rubbing gently as to not jostle them. Your fingers walking up and down as the fourth and fifth eggs finally drop, and you can breathe a sigh of relief. You press a soft kiss to Lohen's back, gently easing him upwards to sit back properly on your lap so you can hold his stomach better. You press another kiss to the nap of his neck, gently coaxing him to turn his face towards you. Lohen looks…pretty fucked out to be honest. Eyes glassy and hazy, his cheeks splotty and wet from his tears, his mouth open as he drools down to his chest. You can't help but kiss him, sucking on his tongue while he lies listlessly in your arms. Lohen is giggling like a madman as you swap spit, his hands rubbing and squeezing at his stomach. The small bumps of your clutch nestled deep inside him, safe and warm. Little mumbles of delusional thoughts of babies spilling out with how badly you've fucked his filter.
It is a shame in its own way. You weren't expecting this so soon, so the timing is off, so the eggs are wrong. Yet he looks so certain, so pleased with himself.
You sigh faintly, watching him spiral.
Well. No point correcting him while he is like this. They still need to be pushed out anyway. When Lohen has settled down, you can both practice for the real thing.
Your author's notes are so funny loll please continue jotting down whatever thoughts come to your mind hahaha
Hi Anon,
I say this with feeling: we could save on taxes by getting married (Update: After further research, I've concluded the government does not want us to win.)
But on a serious note, thank you! I never really expect anyone to read my little blurbs, so I try to keep them short and not take up too much space. It's genuinely so nice to hear that someone actually reads them and finds them funny.
lord... saw someone mention babytrapping with lohen and can't stop thinking about mutually obsessed weirdos lohen x reader 'fighting' over whos trapping who here like they arent both way too into it 😭 everyone in mondstadt has CONCERNS about the idea of either of you reproducing let alone together
Hi Anon,
I'm not sure why, maybe I forgot English, but I feel like I didn't really write this correctly? I wanted to post this earlier, but I kept getting ideas, so I might have lost the narrative. Regardless, Reader/Lohen really want that baby, and they will get it by any means necessary except for actually sitting down and having an honest conversation about wanting kids.
It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve gone along with Lohen’s whims, all while working toward your own hidden agenda. Somewhere along the way, you stopped asking whether this was a good idea and started asking what would work. Like that time during a celebration with the Knights, when everyone started dropping like flies except for the Grandmaster. A new batch of wine and a surpringly low tolerance to alcohol from knights who drink rather frequently. Who would have thought? You had been sprawled on the ground, staring up at the night sky, by the time Lohen hauled you into his arms and carried you back to your shared tent. It was nice being lifted so effortlessly, tucked securely against his warmth, that you forgot to mention you'd swapped your drink for juice before the festivities had even begun. Varka had been there the next morning and looked far too concerned about the whole situation, but you told him it was fine. It had been easier than explaining why you hadn't done anything to stop it.
In hindsight, maybe you could have sat down with Lohen and had an honest conversation about your relationship. Unfortunately, you'd already committed to a much worse idea, and there was no backing out now.
"Gonna' cum-" Lohen groans into the curve of your shoulder, his face tucked against your neck. Bloody bite marks litter your skin, sitting far too high for your clothes to hide, and you know he did it on purpose just to be a brat. You're going to get so many pained looks tomorrow. The entire city is going to know exactly what the two of you have been up to. Again. Though you suppose you cannot exactly play the innocent card. Not when you spend far too much time standing in front of the mirror, absentmindedly tracing the indents and bruises scattered across your skin. Not when your nails are stained red from how often you pick at the scabs, never quite giving them enough time to heal properly.
"Y-You need to- ah! You... hah-You need to pull out," Your words cut off in a whine as Lohen jostles you higher in his arm. His fingers dig into your thighs as he adjusts his hold, folding you closer against him. Your stomach clenches, both because he's attempting to carve a space for his dick there and it's working, and the weightlessness now that your back isn't supported against the wall anymore. Everything but your shoulder and head is relying entirely on Lohen's strength, and your heart flutters at the display of strength. It's your second-favourite thing about him.
"Yeah, yeah, 'heard you the first time," Lohen is infuriatingly blasé about your stipulation, too busy making the most of you finally letting him fuck you raw. He's been away for weeks working on a solo mission. Something about an auction, though you cannot be entirely sure those were the exact words when you had been too distracted by sucking on his tongue. Regretfully, your gaze drifts down to the floor, where two broken condoms lie discarded nearby. Two failures in a row seem unlikely enough to be bad luck rather than anything else. Probably just a bad batch. It would be a shame to end the night over so soon, so as long as he pulls out, everything will be fine.
He's surely wasting no time making up for the weeks he spent away, returning all of his pent-up desire tenfold as he fucks into you mercilessly. His hips never stop moving as he holds your thighs apart, keeping you pinned between him and the wall. It feels deliriously good, enough to leave you dizzy with it, your body clenching around his cock, sucking him in deeper. In, out, in, out, in, in, in-
"Hey."
Your hands fly to his face, pulling him down until he's forced to meet your gaze. It's the clearest your eyes have been all night. You draw him closer, your lips brushing his as you whisper the words directly against them.
"If you cum in me, I'll get pregnant."
There is nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the sting of nails digging into each other's skin as Lohen stares at you with half-lidded, clouded eyes. Then, like the stupid little pervert he is, his cock twitches inside of you. Warm thick cum floods where it shouldn't, and you're too stunned that Lohen seriously just came at that. Only when you feel yourself being lowered gently to the ground does he let out a quiet grunt, pulling out to watch your combined slick and cum ooze out of you, little wet sounds splattering onto the floor.
"You-" you're about to bitch and cry, ready to find the nearest object to break over his head because this isn't fair! If you seriously get pregnant from this, you're going to drug him and ride him until his hips snap in half! Your murderous thoughts come to an abrupt halt when you hear giggling. Lohen has a hand clamped over his mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle it, but with how hard he's trying and failing to hold back a full laugh, it isn't working. His head tips low enough that his bangs fall across his face, and his other hand scoops the cum that leaked onto the floor. Lighting his hand, he slightly spreads his fingers before dipping them into his mouth to suck clean, and you frown at how gross he's being again. The cum is supposed to go into you; has he never attended a sex ed class before?
A soft pop sounds when he pulls his now-clean fingers from his mouth. He pushes his sweat-damp hair back, finally giving you a clear view of his face, and you shiver at his expression. That same deranged smile still plays at the corners of his lips, but his eyes look almost blown wide, so dark you could swear they're glowing red. He plants his hands on either side of your head and leans over you until his shadow swallows you whole, until all you can see is him.
It's hot. You're breathing each other's air, neither of you making any effort to pull away. Your legs remain locked around his waist, and he doesn't move back to give you space. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest just as surely as he can feel yours. Occasionally, you wonder how you let it get this bad. How someone could have such a monopoly over your life to the point you'd find any reason to keep them with you.
"You still think I'm the one being trapped?"
Before you can answer, his hands fall back to your thighs, and with a single pull, you're flat on your back again, your knees bent so far they nearly brush your head. He cracks his neck, then proceeds to slam in so hard you can feel him in your throat. So hard that you see stars behind your eyes. Hard enough that every coherent thought scatters, dissolving into nothing but a barely intelligible string of Lohen, baby, Lohen, baby.
When you manage to look up at him, you find his gaze already fixed on your face. You can feel the intensity of it as he takes in your parted lips, the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, the fresh bite marks blooming darker against your neck. You see the tenseness of Lohen's mouth, still smiling but undeniably strained from pleasure, pleasure that you're giving him, drowning him in-
Lohen grunts under his breath, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you swallowing every inch of him. He looks like a man on a mission, teeth grinding together, you can almost hear them crack from how tense his jaw is. His fingers bend at odd angles, lifting you and slamming you down that nearly gives you whiplash at each push and pull against sensitive nerves. At this point, you're more of a sleeve than an actual human being. You couldn't imagine anyone touching you like this, let alone fucking you. Thank the Archons, you hadn't done this on a table. Jean might actually kick both of you out if you showed up asking for another budget increase to replace broken furniture. Considering the look she'd given you after the bookshelf incident, you'd be lucky if she didn't start assigning the two of you retraining orders.
"S-Slow- slow- down-! You promised you- you wouldn't!!" You sob, fat tears slipping from your eyes. Despite your words, your nails dig into his skin, your ankles digging into his back to pull him closer. You'll fucking kill him if he doesn't cum in you again.
"Shut up-" Lohen rarely curses, so it's always a treat to hear him lose that princely appearance. Not that you have long to relish in your small victory when his hand slams beside your head, cracking the floor from the strength of his fist. With half your support gone, you feel yourself tilting to the side, the sudden movement making you tense up, clamping down on him. He lets out a low hiss, leaning forward to fully pin your body to the ground, as he buries himself deep on one last particularly bone-shattering thrust. You let your head drop harshly onto the floor as he cums, a burst of warmth that fills your stomach. You're shaking in his arms as his hips instinctively grind to ride out the waves that went on far longer than usual, throbbing in heavy pulses as he somehow dumps even more cum into you. It feels so good that you can't help but follow him, finally letting that wire inside you snap free.
You both don’t move for a while, just taking the time to catch your breath and settle back into each other’s presence. It has been getting increasingly lonelier each time Lohen gets sent halfway across the world. While you can understand his role as vice-captain, you don't appreciate seeing him fewer and fewer times. You move your hand to settle over your stomach, hope in your eyes, that hopefully now he'll have a better reason to stay.
“Sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn’t resist,” he says easily, voice soft as he presses a few lingering kisses to your cheek, yet making no move to pull out, “I’ll get you something for it tomorrow morning, alright?”
With your body fully caged in by Lohen, there's no wiggle room for you to kick him away or knee him in the gut to let you go. It's almost as if the past few minutes never existed. That same deceptively gentle smile sits on his lips, eyes catching faintly in the low light as he moves his hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. He raises it, pressing a small kiss on the back of your hand, whispering, "Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen."
Tomorrow morning, when you are still sleepy and woozy, Lohen will coax you into opening your mouth so he can slip in the same two white tablets, and you will groan and complain the entire time. They're oddly sweet for morning-after pills, and you've never been fond of sugar.
HOLY CRAP i wanted to say your lohen content is so good 😭😭 fuck im like drooling all over it!! i love your reader characterization, it feels like a breath of fresh air reading ur stuff ❤️
Hi Anon,
Thank you! I'm really glad people liked it, it makes me feel more encouraged to continue my mean reader propaganda. Here's another flavour while I can still write before the futility of life catches up to me. Plus, this stupid bastard decided to scam me first, and then come home. He gets to top next time.
I swear I don't ship Lohen & Varka, he's just a good catalyst, I swear. Consensual but not safe or sane. Slight reversal to this fic.
"Lohen, are you- oh."
You look up from the latest batch of paperwork spread across your desk to find Grandmaster Varka halfway through the doorway, one hand frozen through his hair. He blinks at you, then scans the otherwise empty room.
"Grandmaster, how can I help you?" you ask politely, setting your quill aside to lace your fingers together and rest your chin atop them. That seems to shake Varka out of whatever surprised him, though you can't imagine why'd he react that way. His eyes flick back to you, then to your desk, and then back to you again. You watch, in real time, as a series of emotions passes across his face: shock, denial, and then, most amusingly, shyness. He quickly masks it by turning around and shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary, releasing a groan that sounded at least a thousand years old. This time, he actually finishes his mistreatment of his hair before turning around and leaning back against the now-closed door.
"Look, I know I'm not a big stickler for rules and regulations, or whatever else Jean lectures me about, but could you both do that literally anywhere else?" Varka gestures wildly in your direction, refusing to meet your eyes. Instead, he stares fixedly out the window beside your head as a growing flush of pink creeps from his cheeks down his neck. It's such a shame he doesn't wear that black open shirt anymore. Ever since his promotion, he's traded it for more professional attire. At least with the black one, you could see just how deep that pink could spread.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Grandmaster. Could you be a bit more specific?" you say coyly, smiling sweetly at him. Your fingers unlatch so you can pick up your quill again, reaching over to tick another straight line beside you. This marks the fourth time; you only need one more to have a full tally.
"Oh my Archons- that! I mean that!" Varka now looks you directly in the eye, and only in the eye. He is admirably doing his absolute best not to look at his murder-crazy vice-captain, bound and tied half-naked, with your gloves conveniently stuffed into his tiny mouth to muffle him. Thin vines curl around Lohen's uncovered waist and chest, squeezing so tightly that bits of blue and purple mar his otherwise pale skin. Soft petals brush against his more sensitive areas, cecilia's flowers pressing along the inside of his thighs, over his chest, and looped around his throat. Thick roots twist his arms behind his back, keeping them pinned no matter how much he pulls. Evidently, he has 4 black ink marks tallying how many he's cum untouched, just purely fueled by his own fantasies, on the curve of his back.
"I don't see what the problem is. You're the one who let him run rampant during your expedition to Nod Krai. Not only did you steal away my Vice-Captain, but you also returned him wild and rebellious. I have to start all over again," You shake your head, genuinely miffed that all your hard work went to waste after just a few years outside your care. "But if you'd like to make it up to me, you could always join us."
You see Varka swallow, his eyes shifting back to Lohen. You know he looks pretty; he always has. Whether he was laughing on the battlefield, covered in blood and guts, or docile and sweet here in the privacy of your office, Lohen has always been pretty.
"No, I'm... good. I feel like as soon as I say yes, you'll find a way to do that to me," Varka laughs uneasily, to which you only smile wider. You absolutely would. "Still- and I can't believe I'm the one saying this- please have some kind of decorum."
"That's an awfully big word for someone who still hasn't learned to knock yet, but I'd be happy to teach you," You tilt your head, laughing under your breath as Varka's expression immediately grows more strained.
"Aha... seriously, I'm good. As... you were," Varka peeks outside to see if the coast is clear, even though it's the middle of the night and the only people around are those on patrol outside the building, before making his hasty escape.
"Of course. Have a good rest of your night, Grandmaster."
As soon as you hear the click of the door, your smile falls as you glare down at Lohen. A simple squeeze of your fist and a burst of elemental energy has your vines twisting painfully, sprouting little sharp thorns to dig into Lohen's skin until they break through and tiny rivets of blood paint his pale skin red.
"Would you mind enlightening me as to why Varka was looking for you so late into the night, hm?" You sneer, yanking your gloves out of Lohen's mouth, a thick glob of spit connecting from his lips before breaking and pooling onto the table, "I asked you a question, vice-captain. I expect a timely response."
"Ah! I-it's, fuck me, it's because of, ow- it's because-" Lohen whines and curses, his head too heavy and collapsing back down as his cheek smears his drool over his face, only soft whimpers and punched out breaths escaping him.
"Oh? Is it because you actually mustered up the courage to confess while you were away? I was getting exhausted watching my vice-captain throw himself so desperately at our Grandmaster's feet. It was starting to get embarrassing having to explain away your behaviour when other captains asked," You chuckle mockingly, your chair squeaking against the floor as you push it back to stand properly. Your hands clasped behind your back as you circle around Lohen until you're on the opposite side of the desk. You bend over, resting your cheek on the wet table so your face is right next to Lohen's to coo, "Did it feel good? He's so much bigger than you. Did it feel like he was crushing you? Did you get too excited and skip a few steps? I know you like it to hurt, but Varka seems so nice, doesn't he? You shouldn't scare him away with your perverted fantasies, Lohen."
You reach over to brush his sweaty hair away from his face so he can’t hide under it, the shame in his eyes on full display, "Or did he treat you sweetly? He always looks so concerned when you’re with me. Do you think that’s why he chose you to come with him? That would explain your behaviour when you returned. Did he tend to your bruises, hm? Whisper how capable and strong you were? That’s high praise from the Grandmaster. You know, he says you’re much sturdier than him. Or… oh-did he say he loves-"
It’s only thanks to your fast reflexes and experience reading Lohen’s body that you’re able to slap your hand over his mouth just in time, muffling the sound as his sobs break apart. His back arches sharply, his body shaking and losing control for a brief moment as you hear the tell-tale sounds of something wet splattering on your clean floors.
For a second, there’s only the sounds of breathing. Ah. The poor thing has passed out. You let out a light snicker, stroking his cheek gently as you straighten back up, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Reaching for your discarded quill, you take your time resettling at the desk. Only then do you cross off another tally.
I still haven't seen The Apothecary Diaries, unfortunately. I’ve heard great things about it, especially how well-written Maomao is as a protagonist, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet. The only thing I know is that Maomao was a poison tester/taster (?). Most of my time has been taken up by comics and manhwa...
Hello!! It's me the medic reader idea I just wanna say that you quite literally encapsulated the whole idea in my head 🫶
Hello Eccentrei,
I'm glad to hear it! It was really fun to write. I think we need more insane readers. If you have any other ideas, or possibly a continuation of the medic reader, I'd be open to hearing them or writing them.
Sometimes I worry that I'm getting sidetracked, or I end up having a moral dilemma about whether I'm pushing something too far. I'm all for giving authors creative liberty; I want to know their perspective and thoughts on a prompt, but sometimes things get a little too vague.
Like, what is it about the stethoscope that appeals to you? (Other anon, if you're reading this, this question is for you. We don't kink-shame here, but I need to know for research purposes.).
(I decided to log back in because I remembered I didn't accept the event rewards and had just enough for one more roll, and lo and behold, just as a sadist would, he wanted me to taste dirt to know what victory feels like)
imagine lohen meeting the new recruits of the knights and find out about the medic reader who just happens to have a thing for toxins
Hi Anon,
Lohen's character trailer dropped when I was writing this. Mother, Father, I love him so much. Please Lohen, be kind to me today, and I shall be kind to you. I'll let you top promise. I didn't even write you drinking toxins, so you could be fucked high out of your mind as a sign of respect.
It's a bit daring, even by Lohen's standards, to throw himself so deeply into his role as Vice-Captain of the Fifth Company of the Knights of Favonius. With a title that long, he's practically obligated to go above and beyond. Sure, he's infiltrated guarded hideouts, masqueraded as an auctioneer's merchandise inside a steel cage, and posed as a trainee knight to blend in. But he can't say he's ever willingly ingested poison for the cause, though the green sheen on his knives, courtesy of his own concoctions, does hold a certain allure.
"How do you feel, Vice-Captain? Dizzy? Any numbness?"
There's a voice speaking to him, but it sounds so far away. He knows someone is talking to him, yet he can't quite pinpoint where it's coming from. Did he somehow accidentally take a stronger dose than he should have? His size doesn't exactly lend itself to a higher tolerance, after all. His thoughts are cut off by something cold pressing against his cheek, small and slender- perhaps a finger? Whatever it is, the touch lasts only a second before pulling away. Something scratches against something else before the voice returns, "Hm, your skin is quite cold for someone who looks so feverish. Is it because of your Cryo vision? I can't say I have much experience with Cryo users, and Captain Kaeya doesn't seem nearly as generous as you. Ah, sorry, I shouldn't speak badly about my superiors."
Lohen tries to speak. His lips feel fuzzy when he presses them together, and his eyes can barely stand to open. He hasn't felt this off-kilter since he was a child, still learning how to fight. Regardless, he was never raised to be a quitter, and with a wheezy rasp, he manages to force the words out, "What...d-did you..do?"
The voice doesn't reply immediately, though he does notice the scratching has stopped. There's a bit of shuffling, and Lohen tries to shift his gaze to see what's happening around him. The moment he looks away from the blank white ceiling, his stomach swoops. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a quiet groan at the sudden wave of nausea.
"Easy, easy. You don't want to throw up now. That'll only make you feel worse," Accompanying hands gently coaxes him flat on his back against the surface beneath him, "Thirsty? My apologies, Vice-Captain, but any ingestion could lead to choking or aspiration. You'll have to wait until you recover..." A soft chuckle follows, "Hehe... recover."
The hands supporting his head linger, unlike that first fleeting touch, but there's a heavy weight settling over him. He blinks and glances downward, confused, because there's nothing on him aside from the loose cotton shirt he's wearing that's starting to stick to his skin from the sweat. He tries to lick his lips, suddenly aware of how dry they are, but his tongue refuses to cooperate. Instead, he ends up drooling slightly. A bead of saliva gathers at the corner of his mouth before spilling over and trailing down his neck.
"Hm... maybe you overestimated yourself. You don't look so good," The tone doesn't sound displeased, even if the words suggest otherwise. He feels something brush against his throat, tracing along the... sternocleidomastoid muscle? He vaguely remembers someone calling it that. Ugh, a word that long is enough to make his head throb violently. He winces, his eyes squeezing shut once more so he doesn't have to look at the black spots dancing in his vision, and waits for the brief wave of pain to fade into something tolerable.
"...You know, the seniors tell ghost stories about you. About how you always charge headlong into the fray, how you're never afraid of getting hurt. Even Grandmaster Varka praises how tough you are compared to him, and says that whenever you're the one sent out, your team suffers the fewest casualties," The voice drones on, seeming to speak as much to itself as to him. He parts his eyes a sliver, just enough to make out a face beginning to take shape above him. His brain takes a while to catch up, sluggish and fogged over, but he knows that face from somewhere.
"T-This isn't what it looks like!"
You look so startled that he can almost hear your teeth chattering. For a moment, you seem caught between two instincts: staying exactly where you are to hide your spoils behind your back, or scrambling to your feet to salute your superior. The struggle is written plainly across your face, and Lohen finds himself briefly amused by how transparent it all is. Almost feels a bit unfair to be the one standing over you like this.
"Oh? How so?" Lohen smiles, a little indulgent, as he plants a hand on his hip and leans to the side for a better look at whatever had prompted you to abandon such perfectly good flowers. Hm. He thinks he recognizes that mushroom. “It’s not rare, nor particularly dangerous. Still, that is poisonous. With how nervous you look, I'd wager you knew that already. I cannot ignore a recruit collecting it in a way that could be interpreted as an attempt to harm someone."
"I-I wasn't going to use it on anyone! Promise! It's..It's just research! Self-study? Cause-ahem, because, uh... You can't know how to protect the body without learning what harms it? A-And plenty of medicines started out this way! Give the body a tiny, controlled dose, and suddenly the thing that could kill you is helping you heal," The explanation spills out of you, as if speaking too slowly might give him time to interrupt. By the end of it, your shoulders are practically touching your ears. Still, Lohen has to admit there’s a certain logic to it, granted it's messy and overexcited, but logic nonetheless. Not the usual excuse he hears from recruits caught doing something questionable.
"Are you lecturing me, trainee?" The teasing question is meant to lighten the air, but whatever confidence you’d managed to gather evaporates into thin air. Ah. Perhaps he misjudged how strong your nerves were.
"No! I mean- no, sir." Your voice droops along with your posture as you stare down at the dirt caked onto your shoes, "...Does this mean I'm kicked out of the Knights?"
For a moment, Lohen simply blinks. Kicked out? You look genuinely devastated by the possibility, fists clenched so tightly your gloves squeak faintly. He exhales lightly through his nose. A timid thing then, and yet not without merit. Plus, he liked the excited look in your eyes during your rant, and Varka always says he needs to be more lenient to the newbies. Plus...this wouldn't be the first time he's "experimented" with medicinal practices. Being alone as an adventurer requires you to take what you can and learn what your body can resist.
"Come along now, and don't forget to bring those mushrooms."
Your head snaps up at his words, his back already to you, as he gestures for you to keep up.
"Let's see what you can do."
The new batch of recruits... right. He'd originally wanted to test the waters, to see if they were truly ready to become part of the Knights. A new combat medic, the reports had said, the Knights could always use more of those. Funny, he'd expected someone steadier like Albedo or Barbara. Instead, he'd found a little mouse tottering through the fields, uprooting flowers and digging through the dirt in search of toxic fungal mushrooms.
Huh..actually..even with his blurry vision, he doesn't remember your face being this expressive. You look just as elated as he does when he's fighting.
"I know I'm only a beginner, but I really, really want to be the one to treat you. To see someone as strong as you like this..." Whatever you were about to say dissolves into a distant murmur as he sinks beneath the surface, drifting into unconsciousness.
I totally understand that feeling (well, not as a writer with characters, more so an artist that can't draw complex poses but still wants to see ocs in them and can't be bothered to learn perspective... anyways)
It's hard to remember Kaeya's characterization outside of his character page and the webtoon since he's only been having cameo's here and there for the past few years (and I agree I love the webtoon artist's style sm they make him so yummy-) but like yeah it would be better to make the reader not a knight, would be such a massive headache to the HR equivalent to the knights lol
Honestly it felt like you got so invested in their story that you felt like whatever you wrote felt like a disservice (?) To them (honestly I love that kind of dedication from authors) But whatever path you chose for the story to go down in I'm sure it would be a masterpiece regardless
Also please take care in that dungeon of yours _(:3」∠)_
Hi Anon,
Apologies, Part 2 might take a while because all my thoughts are currently being consumed by some twink in knee-high boots. I really do not have enough primogems, so I must resort to the worst-case scenario and actually play TCG.
But I'm glad we can relate, haha. There are many times when I'm editing and think, "Good enough. I just want to finish and be free," because I know I'll start finding more problems that don't exist and end up either scrapping the entire fic or never finishing it. That may or may not be happening right now, but I shall push forward because Kaeya is worth it.
Since we're finally arriving in Snezhnaya, it hopefully shouldn't be too long before we go to the remains of Khaenri'ah, and we can finally see what's under that eyepatch of his because I refuse to believe it's nothing.
Aside from that, it would make me highly hypocritical to say the reader shouldn't be a knight because every draft I've written for Lohen has exclusively featured boss-and-employee relationships, or vice versa, since Lohen is Vice-Captain, not Captain. (I don't think we know who the Captain of the Fifth Company is, but I haven't exactly been keeping up.) It's too good a dynamic to pass up. Or what if the reader is HR? The reader can't report to themselves.
My life is on the line. I am rattling the bars of my enclosure and foaming at the mouth.
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!"
Since you’ve gotten back into genshin, which characters have caught your eye?
Hi Anon,
I am reaching through the screen to put both hands on your shoulders when I say this: the answer is Lohen. I am absolutely boy-crazy about him. I thought Varka or Flins might have been my favourite, but they were kind of boring to me. The most attractive thing about either of them was Varka's black shirt in his trailer and Flins' laugh. Since Scaramouche has become a respectable adult as Wanderer, which I'm very happy about, Lohen scratches that itch that's been begging on its hands and knees for even a lick of attention.
Lohen's trailer just released, and I'm getting flashbacks to Albedo. I thought Albedo was kind of boring and bland too, but then he hit us with that smug little smile, and I absolutely fell in love. It's amplified a thousandfold with Lohen because he's always doing that smug little smirk. That raised eyebrow during the scene when Varka notices the poison in his cup? His adventurer outfit?? I feel like a Victorian man who has just seen his first ankle and wrist.
But aside from him, I think Durin is really cute. I love his relationship with Albedo and Wanderer. I feel like a proud mother watching Scara grow beyond his initial revenge-driven goals and find a family through Durin and Nahida. (I adore Nahida and all the work she's put in. Go girl, go crash Dottore's car! Plus Wanderer's soft smile when she caught him will be stored in the folds of my memory.). Plus, his most recent animated trailer was adorable. In the same vein, I like Jahoda. My girlfailure. I wish her the best and pray she always stays expressive.
Nefer is so incredibly pretty. She's the first character, in my opinion, to look better in 3D. If only I could read and wasn't stupid, maybe I could use her skill and charged attack better, but I can't, so I just end up standing there like an idiot. I think Pantalone's 3D model is also quite good, though, to be honest, I don't really care for him at the moment. He's only just been introduced, so there's still time.
Lastly, Dottore. I'm going to be honest: I don't really like his boss designs, but I've always been a fan of "casual" wear. They just seem a little too over-the-top for me, which I know is the point. But his demeanour and how crazy he was over the Traveler, plus his VA saying freaky things, is what has me kneeling over. I liked Dottore back in the webtoon, so I was kind of sad that segment wasn't shown alongside the others, but that's okay. 25, 35, and 65 have my heart. So long, sucker.
hey can I ask how do u think genshin men would react to a female reader with a roast beef (outie) pussy plsplsplsplsplsplspls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I feel like there isn't enough beefy content both in works and in art n if there is it's always fetishy and weirdly stereotypical </3
If you're uncomfortable with this request feel free to ignore it!!!!! I can completely understand why some people might be uncomfortable with this stuff😭
Hi Anon,
No need to worry, I'm willing to write pretty much anything as long as I have the energy to do so.
However, I've actually never heard of this before. I even Googled pictures because I wasn't entirely sure what you were referring to, and I'm fully on board with writing it. That said, I'm not familiar with what would make something come across as fetishistic or weirdly stereotypical. So if you have any pointers, I'd appreciate them. Like, what terminology/words are okay to use as descriptors? I don't want to write something that might come across as offensive or strange simply because of my own ignorance.
Imagine if Varka accidentally walked in on the two ｡:ﾟ(;°∩°;)ﾟ:｡
Hi Anon,
Don't tell anyone, but there might have been a deleted scene where that happened. Well, sort of. I was going to have Varka appear at the tail end, where Lohen and reader were done but hadn't "cleaned up," but ended up scrapping it because it didn't fit the mood. I might be on a mean streak with how often I'm writing somber endings.
I'm happy I didn't weird you out 😭😭 I daydream about Kaeya alot he's literally the reason I got into the game lol
I was thinking that since reader and him were acquaintances, maybe that reader was a part of the knights, and after the fic and since Hisame had grown a bit of feelings for the captain maybe they get the courage to interact with him more. Like they would start with talking about work but eventually they grow closer through maybe drinking together? I have thought about them like working together in investigating a case (just like Kaeya's quest) but like I was thinking about reader's position in the knights (I try to think about Canon compliance but then again I forget some parts of his lore). But like even if they did work together maybe like reader would be challenged by Kaeya's unorthodox ways of handling work, or like Kaeya would struggle trying to keep reader at arms length or struggling to let them in.
Oh and like, what if reader was drinking in the tavern with their buddies and they were talking about hook ups and like joking about how reader might feel excluded (because they think they're a virgin) but then Kaeya pops in and jokes like "not since last night" or something (I'm not funny I'm sorry)
(This is rambles while I'm on commute so if there's a random name I mentioned that might be my oc I accidentally typed haha, I would love to see a part 2 if you ever feel the want to do so ^^;)
Hi Anon,
Not at all. I can guarantee thousands of creators would be overjoyed to hear their audience's reactions and thoughts. Please, I mean this from the deepest crevice of my heart: you deserve to have your hand kissed like we're back in medieval times. I have never been more inspired.
I wanted to wait to post Part 2 before reading this, so we could actually compare notes, but somewhere along the way, I lost the plot and the characters ran away from me. So I'm answering this early before going back into my dungeon to write again. To be honest, I felt like I shot myself in the foot by making them acquaintances because of how long the build-up would need to be for them to get together and fall in love. I can't write a slow burn because I'm too impatient and want to skip to the end. Having said that, most of the fic is done outside of the actual rapport-building. I won't go into too much detail since I should (hopefully) post it soon, so I don't want to spoil too much.
I can say that a lot of our plot points ended up being similar; it's really the ending and overall mood that differ. I actually forgot that the characters have their own specific side quests (I don't remember much of Kaeya's beyond a dungeon we had to visit), so I ended up rereading the webtoon instead, partly because Kaeya is drawn so pretty in it. I think that version of Kaeya influenced my Part 2 more than the game did. Webtoon Kaeya feels more calculating and sneaky, whereas in-game Kaeya comes across as more mysterious and charming, though it's been a while since I've seen him in-game. Funnily enough, the whole thing started because I got inspired by a chapter title of all things ("Chapter 1/2: Bad Wine") and built a scenario around it. So while our stories differ in the reader's occupation (I think if it weren't for the Lohen fic, I might have made the reader a Knight too, though maybe I shouldn't be encouraging boss x employee relationships, haha), the basic premise still involves the reader and Kaeya teaming up. Possibly. I may end up removing that plotline because, as mentioned, I am impatient.
I kept bouncing back and forth on how invested the reader should be in Kaeya. Were they actually falling in love, or were they just overreacting to the first touch of a man? Originally, I planned to write it as the former, with the reader building up the courage to seek Kaeya out and form a friendship. But, as I'm going to say a lot, the story completely ran away from me. What started as something lighthearted turned into everyone suffering for no reason, with Kaeya especially going through it. I think it became more of "I've never felt this way before, so I want to at least try, even if I'm confusing lust with love." And honestly, the more miserable I made everyone, the worse I felt for reader, which is probably why I kept extending the story. They deserve more than my skip-to-the-credits; they deserve the chance to actually figure out what love is.
There will most likely be a Part 3 from Kaeya's perspective where we get to see his "unorthodox" thoughts (not towards work but towards reader. My apologies reader, I did you so dirty) because, frankly, I might have made him not a great person again... oops? In my notes, I wrote, "Make Kaeya a sweetheart." That note is no longer there. But it's okay. There will be a happy ending...in part 3.
