#celes drabbles

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lohen who knows you think albedo is hot and a little scary, so he has albedo hunt you in the woods one day instead...

you, who thinks lohen is just being jealous and using this to scare it out of you... until albedo catches you, pinning you harshly to the ground while panting, and lohen claps approvingly before saying "well done, mister kreidenprinz. now, don't you want to claim your prize?"

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i have another albedo x reader x lohen thought. hold my hand. walk with me

the three of you have fucked around a few times by now, though it's mostly just been one or both of them focusing on you. teasing you, fucking you, teaming up on you. but you can't help but notice there's a simmering tension between lohen and albedo, too.

you know lohen. you just know that he's itching for a fight with him, to test his strength, see exactly what albedo's working with. so he baits him! maybe it's the three of you out in the woods for whatever reason (lohen wanting to get some sparring in in a more secluded area, albedo wanting to enjoy the scenery and paint, etc). lohen poking and prodding and dragging albedo into agreeing to spar with him. really, lohen's also wanting to see more of what makes albedo tick. lohen's got a few things he's weak to on hand, but he wants to see him flustered properly, get a good reaction. maybe even fuck him, depending.

...and albedo knows his game well; he can practically smell the brat on him. he agrees to the spar, of course, hiding any indication that he's planning something. you simply sit back in the grass, basking in the sunlight and enjoying the show, and your jaw drops when albedo actually pulls out some underhanded tricks! maybe using alchemy or his mastery over geo to get lohen restrained. how the tables have turned, hm??

and albedo ends up fucking him instead. gives him plenty of leeway to back out, of course, to say he doesn't want it; lohen is stubborn, but eventually admits that, yes, he really, really does, so if albedo could please just get it over with already-

naturally lohen is trying to fight for dominance the entire time, trying to find an opportunity to flip the situation on albedo again, to take control. but the restraints don't allow for any slack, and albedo is no idiot.

and albedo isn't mean, exactly, no. but the fascinated, slightly condescending tone he uses as he picks lohen apart contrasts sharply with the way he's so careful when he speaks to you. he doesn't degrade lohen, he isn't cruel, but he pinpoints just how to get to him. teases him, even, in ways you wouldn't dare. "this spar was your idea, was it not?", "oh, right there? you glare at me, but i'm right, aren't i?", "mm, i suppose you should have tried a bit harder then. i'm only... how did you put it before? 'claiming my prize?'"

it isn't long before albedo's got him on the verge of cumming. working lohen up, dragging him closer and closer to the edge, watching him shake and his eyes start to roll back-

and tightly wrapping a gloved hand around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming.

as lohen thrashes beneath the chief alchemist, broken, angry moans cutting through the slew of cursing he directs above him, you can't help but bring your hand up to cover your mouth in disbelief. both because it's really hot, but also... it's so fucking funny to see lohen get a taste of his own medicine, getting knocked down a peg. you don't even realize you're grinning until it's too late.

...albedo's eyes are half lidded with a soft, wicked smile as he grabs lohen's face, tilting it to make sure he sees your expression, sees you laughing. he waits until lohen fully processes it, and you stare like a deer in headlights as albedo pulls out.

and then he dismisses lohen's restraints.

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"...and I mean it, quit trying to rile up my knights during training. They're not gonna push back against me like you do, they're not stupid, they know their place."

"So put me in my place then. Go on."

It's a ridiculous, spur of the moment decision to say it, but when you see the way Lohen clenches his jaw, you simply have no choice but to dig your heels in. A fracture in his usual unflappable composure... you smell it like a shark smells blood.

But still, he smiles. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, narrowed in annoyance. "No."

Your face nearly falls, but you catch it. "Coward."

He rolls his eyes. "You think I'll just give you what you want that easily?? It's-"

"Because-"

"Don't fuckin' interrupt me. It's funnier to just watch you beg indirectly." He tilts his head. "Kind of pathetic."

Lohen attempts to go back to his work, and you feel a surge of victory at the way his eye twitches and all movement freezes as you say, "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're all talk."

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The surge of victory is short lived.

Having shoved you harshly over his desk after a few unsuccessful attempts to shut you up via a swift slap to the face, you find yourself having a significantly harder time talking back with Lohen buried so deep you swear you feel him in your guts.

"See? You could've just d-... done this from the start," you gasp out with a snarky smile.

His forearm snakes around your throat, putting you in a headlock that finally restricts your ability to speak as he tightens his arm. "Shut. Up," he moans out in time with a couple of particularly brutal snaps of his hips.

You clench down around him as he cuts off your airflow, and you hear a low laugh as he notices the lack of rebuttal. "Aw, what's that? You were gonna say 'make me', but you got too fucking cocky and now you're already getting fucked stupider than you already are??"

You try to choke something out in protest, but his hold just tightens around your throat.

Lohen adjusts so he can speak quietly into your ear, now that he doesn't have to argue with you. "I don't think there's anything that embarrasses you, with how disgusting you are- aw, did your poor little cunt just squeeze me at that?? Pathetic." He outright laughs at the way you try to squirm, getting lightheaded both from pleasure and the lack of oxygen. "But it's unfortunate... Guess all I can do is overstimulate you til you can't fucking talk back."

Lohen loosens the headlock just enough to let you breathe a bit, your breath ragged as you try to regain your bearings. It's no easy task, with the way he's fucking into you. "I'm still... getting what— what I-"

His thrusts turn vicious, and you very quickly find yourself unable to finish a sentence. Sneering at the way you trail off into broken, choked off moans, he says, "And so am I."

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I LOVE THE WAY YOU CHARACTERIZE LOHEN SO MUCH AGAHFLEHVOHEOVKEH

Just chewing on the thought of the first time reader ever meeting him they are pissed at him for some reason and so they are completely tell him off (and he likes it cause he’s a freak).

But then they become friends and start catching feelings and he realizes reader actually DOES NOT have it in them to hurt him like….AT ALL.

I think he’d enjoy ragebaiting reader then teasing them about how they won’t do anything and HE’S RIGHT. Maybe someday they throw in a playful punch but they definitely feel bad about it for like a week and keep asking Lohen if they left a bruise 😭

Anyways, hope you enjoyed my yapping :)

OH HE WOULD EAT IT UPPP😭 LIKEEE at first lohen's just delighted to find someone unafraid to tell him off, taking it as "ohoho this person... maybe we could spar???👁"

and as he gets to know you he just gets more and more annoying and SMUGGG. probably wonders if he's the only one you're so delicate with, or if you're like this with everyone. (he finds both cute, he'll probably just have a little mini flare of jealousy once in a while at the latter. don't worry about it he's fine)

RAGEBAITER LOHEN IS SO REAL IN MY HEART this is a sfw post but it makes me think of something i read once that said "a dom is just 3 brats in a trenchcoat" and...😭😭 YEAH..... he'd have the time of his life poking and prodding and getting on your nerves i fear</3 maybe you don't already know that he's falling for you too, and while he's already ragebaiting the shit out of you, you're scrunching your nose in annoyance and asking "are you like this when you like someone too or do you just like ragebaiting your friends???"

he flicks your nose with a grin and just says, "guess."

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Pssst Celes... in your professional opinion... do u think Lohen would like someone whos kinda wimpy? Bratting oh so smugly and poking the bear (or the hare, rather–) but folding like origami when push comes to shove? Asking for a friend.

I hope he wouldn't get bored... or uh. my friend hopes that. yeah. 🫪💦

the real question here is, are you able to handle the way he's never letting you live it down?? he doesn't mind at all that you're a little wimpy and can't put up much of a real fight. you tap dance on his last nerve as a hobby, but i think knowing that you'll fold like a lawn chair at the slightest shove is like crack to him.

after he starts to catch onto your game, maybe you try to get snarky and bratty and poke his buttons one day. and instead of giving you what you want immediately, maybe he likes to watch the look on your face when he calls you out.

"yeah, yeah. bet you won't do anything about it though. bet you're all talk, you won't do shit-"

and he's slowly crowding into your space, backing you literally into a corner despite the fact that there's people right outside. hasn't even laid a finger on you yet, but sees the look of "oh fuck" on your face and grins.

leans in to murmur in your ear how funny it is that you said that just the other day, and yet, the second his hand was around your throat, you were whimpering out apologies! hilarious, really.

that's not to say he won't put you in your place still; i just think he'd have a grand time getting creative with it. seeing whether he can make your facade crack just by staring you down intimidatingly enough, testing exactly how little it'll take to make you fold and laughing at you over it...

how could he possibly get bored??

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QUEEN i think i have an idea from your lohen fics (absolute PEAK btw ily for this)… but Lohen is probably hella perceptive when it comes to battle, would he be perceptive to people’s emotions? specifically, if reader is HELLA crushing and yearning for him? (dear god HE IS HOT where do i find someone like him) for some reason i feel like it’s 50/50–he’s either kinda oblivious (nothing in that man’s head except fighting) or like in your fics, can tell what depraved things reader wants?! LIKE IDK!!! can he tell?! can he not tell?! what would he do about it,,,

it is NOTTT immediate i will say that!!! unless you're being stupid obvious (like outright trying to make passes at him or someone else points it out to him), he's not catching it immediately. even if you're a little weird about sparring or something like that, he might brush it off like "well i'm weird about fighting. maybe they just have taste" and goes on about his day.

i think he'd have to know you in some capacity to start picking up on it! like if you're someone he sees frequently, maybe a knight or someone serving varka frequently at taverns when he gets dragged along. or even someone who's sent to deliver things down to him frequently when hes in dornman port. the more he gets to know you (mentally notes your patterns, how you usually act with him and others, where you frequent, etc. just out of habit), the more likely he is to notice if you act a little funny around specifically him. starts to notice if you have a hard time sparring if its him. starts to notice your usual routines start to conveniently include wandering near his post more often.

at the very least, it'd intrigue him, i think. he'd be able to connect the dots that you have a little thing for him; he'd probably think it's cute! and then maybe get curious. he's well aware he has a few screws loose, and so is everyone else. so if you still have your little crush despite that... well. it piques his interest.

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Dunno if this has ever been mentioned but what do you think about Lohen having this corruption kink towards someone taller and bigger than him in a way? Like if people look at you two they may think you peg him or smt bc even if it's not much, there's a noticeable height difference and you're stronger than him but they don't know that there has never been a time in history of Teyvat yet (and won't be) when he doesn't top you. If anything he finds the idea of breaking down someone put above him into a mess just for him (cough cough degradation and humiliation kink yk)

Blows up*

THAT'S SO HOT IM S I C K NO YOU'RE RIGHT HE'D LOVEEE IT I THINK .

he doesn't mind the rumors that you take charge. he doesn't mind that everyone assumes you're stronger than him, that you pin him down and dominate him. because when all's said and done, you just can't help but break for him. he says all the right filthy things to get under your skin. he's one of the only people who dares talk down to you, and it's intoxicating. no one else has a clue that lohen calls you 'fucking pathetic' while forcing you to look up at him from your knees, and they certainly don't know how much you get off on it. no one else knows it's the small, lithe vice captain putting you through the fucking mattress when you're trapped alone with him, making you cry and drool and beg, just for him.

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during your current round of grappling, you were putting up a good fight. you were! but... youre both in your training clothes again, and while trying to squirm out of his grip and find an angle yourself, you managed to get yourself trapped with your face in close quarters to his armpit. and of course, because you can't find peace, it only takes a couple seconds of your floundering and nervous squirming for lohen to connect the dots.

immediately his goal shifts from "make you tap out" to "embarrass the shit out of you, and get your face properly shoved in there for good measure".

he laughs, mean and breathless, as he starts maneuvering to meet said goal. "are you serious?"

"shut the fuck up-" you hiss out, out of breath and simply trying to survive the match with your dignity intact. (luckily, it was just the two of you out here; you'd never fucking live it down if anyone else saw this, even without you getting wet over it.)

lohen gets his legs wrapped around you tightly, one arm keeping your torso pinned (he's not that big. he's not. how the fuck is he this strong), and the other one wrapping around your head, angling just right for your face to be shoved embarrassingly into his underarm. "there we go. that what you wanted, you fucking freak?" you can hear the elated grin in his voice.

your struggling against him does absolutely nothing to get you out of the vice grip he's got you in. every time you breathe in, you're met with his natural scent, musky body odor making your head fucking spin with arousal. you can feel all the sweat accumulating on his skin, under the soft tufts of muted blue hair. you try very hard to not think of licking it off; you're in a difficult enough predicament as is.

unfortunately, the vice captain's apparently taken up mind reading. "if you're going to be in there, you might as well lick it." he feels you jolt, trying to squirm out of his grasp with renewed vigor, and laughs at you in pure disbelief. "aw, that actually got you, huh?? you're so fucking gross. go on! lick or i'm not letting you up."

trying and failing to ignore the fresh wave of arousal his bullying sends through you, you whimper quietly, not wanting to give in but not seeing another option. after a bit more fruitless struggling and him reminding you of how exactly to get out of this, you poke your tongue out. just a bit. and just barely kitten lick the sweat soaked patch of skin, the sheer humiliation making you ache with want.

"that doesn't even remotely count and you know it. you must really want me to keep you here, huh?" you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, the strong scent making you dizzy with every shaky inhale. "go on, lick properly. that's what you want, right??" he sounds thoroughly amused, and you're almost positive he's getting off on the sheer control he has over you. the things he can make you do.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't, too. and so, after a soft whine of protest, you obey. flattening your tongue and licking a thick stripe up his armpit, the salty taste of sweat makes you dizzy with want; but you aren't expecting the surprised, pleasured little noise that escapes lohen. against your better judgement, you do it again, saliva pooling in your mouth over it; his scent is addictive.

his legs still wrapped around you to keep you in place, you can feel where lohen's cock presses hard against your hip.

"you're disgusting, that's so hot."

...you can also feel it fucking twitch each time you drag your tongue up his pit.