#lowyn

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thinking about lohen showing up to the sexenzirkel meeting with the jester outfit on.

perewyn finally being forced to bring her lohen to the sexenzirkel meetup after weeks of putting it off. she knows lohen has something up his ass planned, but she's met with that stupid smile and an "i have no idea what you're talking about" or a "dont you trust me birdie?" every time she tries to confront him about it. its a few hours before the meetup and perry tells him she's going to head there early to help prepare, and to show up on time or she'll strangle him(not that its a really good punishment.)

then the party's finally started. perry's lohen hasn't shown up. someone asks her where her lohen is and she just tries to brush it off like "oh, he'll be here soon. he's probably getting ready." getting increasingly nervous if the way her finger was tapping meant anything.

and then lohen finally shows up. she's briefly relieved before choking on her tea as it is immediately overshadowed by embarrassment when he walks in wearing the fucking outfit that she was pretty sure she locked away in the back of her closet forever.

she plays it cool the entire time. ignoring the fact that their outfits are matching. trying not to glance at his thighs under the table while he sits next to her. pretending the way lohen slips a gloved thumb underneath the hem of the thigh high and snapping it back against his skin just out of sight does not make her want to do unspeakable things. she's not even the one wearing the outfit and she's the one red in the face.

"hm, something wrong, birdie? you look distracted."

"fuck yo- I mean-! ah, nothing's wrong. nothing. nothing's wrong. i just... burned my tongue a bit on this tea is all."

to anyone else, it would seem like it. at least, if they don't notice the way her response are just a beat slower and stammering, or how she seems more distracted than anything else. or how her smile seems a little more strained. she even forgot to poison the food the whole party. she just ends up looking like this the entire time.

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perewyn's hair probably makes it soooo easy for lohen to play with. since its super long and actually quite strong and durable in bunches.

he joked about the idea of her hair being a weapon and then she spun around and slapped him with it.

he'd probably have fun pulling it around, even if its just to get her attention or if her doesn't want her walking away. it works as a great leash in a way. oh yeah, and in bed too, yes. pulling on her hair while he's thrusting into her from behind or something.

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times like this where i really wish i knew how to write. I used to.

anyways. currently imaging perry trying to fit lohen in the jester outfit she made for him. but he keeps messing with her. and when it came down to the corset he kept pissing her off so she just. puts her foot right above his ass and pulls the strings tighter until he's suffocating.

also imaging perry seeing the finished outfit and lohen's like "well, how do i look?" and all perry can think about is how much she wants to mark up the exposed areas of his thighs and slip her hands underneath his shorts and corset.

the thigh highs. the snatched corset. the shorts. they're all driving her insane. she immediately regrets ever putting this outfit into existence and onto him because she's literally fucking dizzy looking at him. her attempt at a straight face can only go so far when her cheeks were practically as red as her eyes.

"take it off."

"desperate to get me out of my clothes already?"

"not- not like that!"

perewyn had to physically bite her glove to restrain herself from ripping the outfit off herself. because that would make it seem like she was way too eager to have it off him. and she wasn't going to give lohen the opportunity to tease her about it. (she knows he still would. the stupid fucking smirk on his lips when he saw her current state made her want to strangle him.)

besides, she still needed to make adjustments and additions to the outfit. it definitely wasn't because she doesn't want lohen walking out with that outfit on because she was pretty sure if he did she would just die. perewyn wasn't a jealous person, but the thought of someone seeing him in this outfit made her want to skin the bones of anyone who would lay eyes on him, herself included, probably.

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BELOVED MEL HIII<3 wow i haven't thrown a grenade into your inbox yet! but you handed me such a delicious scenario on a silver platter how was i to ignore it??? surely you'll forgive a sweet old fox???

because i was just wondering...! when perewyn does slip into lohen's office to pester him, and when she does inevitably end up on his lap with his cock buried as deep into her as he can get it... did she make the mistake of not bothering to piss before she wandered into his office, assuming it'd be a quick trip, or did our beloved vice captain just torment her for that long??

oh, and another question! you said lohen would be making perry cockwarm him only after denying her an earlier orgasm. do you think he'd let her cum, but only after he forces her to piss herself while on his lap?? :3c

maybe he finishes most of his paperwork, and grins to himself at what he's about to do. poor perewyn has been stuck like that for sooo long, and whined about needing to piss a few times now. and now that he's just about done, he can really give her the attention she deserves. silently snaking a hand between them, sliding it down her stomach, lower, until it's resting on her bladder... perry not realizing what he's about to do until it's too late, his other hand keeping her in a vice grip, firmly in place as he presses.

so anyway, yeah! after she's thoroughly humiliated herself and completely soaked both of their clothes, hot tears pricking at her eyes while lohen coos at her mockingly, do you think he'd make her cum around his pretty cock? if only to really drive home the humiliation of it? inquiring minds would like to know!!!<3

(i also like to think he'd make fun of her like that. calling her disgusting with this lazy smile on his face, despite the way his dick twitched inside her and he nearly came on the spot. but that's neither here nor there!)

BREAKING NEWS! STAR PERFORMER FOUND DEAD IN A FUCKING DITCH! MORE NEWS AT ELEVEN! why would you do this to me celes. me, specifically. ive never done anything wrong to deserve this(lie). ive never lied(lie). ive never cheated(lie). and ive never done anything to deserve this SPECIFICALLY AN HOUR BEFORE MY EXAM. WHY WOULD YOU SEND THIS.

she thought it would just be a quick trip. just dropping by on her favorite knight to see how he was doing!

word is, from knights of the fifth company stationed at dornman port, that apparently lohen was in favonius headquarters doing paperwork! shocking! when asked why Lohen was doing paperwork – because that sounded like something completely out of character. lohen? Doing paperwork? hell would sooner freeze over and varka would stop drinking – the knight seemed a little squirmish at the question.

long story short! they had got tired of having lohen’s paperwork tossed at them, signed a petition together, and tattled on him to Jean, which had him locked up at HQ sitting his cute little ass in an office (he has an office?) doing all the paperwork he was supposed to actually do for the month. (they seemed relieved, but they're going to need to sleep with one eye open once he gets back. he definitely wasn't letting them off the hook.)

it must be oh so terrible for him, the poor guy, lacking his usual enirchment of harrassing his fellow knights and slaughtering enemies. perewyn almost felt bad. almost.

hence why she decided to stop by his office to see how he was doing! and by that, she means make fun of him. obviously.

“i can't believe you'd come to visit me just to make fun of me, i'm hurt.” he'd lament, looking like he'd much rather be slicing through monsters than be stuck at a desk doing paperwork.

perewyn smiled, trailing her fingers against the wooden grain of the desk. the stack of papers he had to deal with was absurd. it was hilarious. “stay hurt. you like it that way.”

“yeah, i do.” he admitted, completely unashamed like the freak he was. “you wouldn't be laughing if you were in my place”

“you're right. but im not. hah!"

unfortunately her teasing him didn't last long. she'd offered to entertain him to pass the time, intending to show off a few tricks, but he had a much better idea.

which is how she ended up forced to sit on his lap and cockwarm him for hours. it was a lot of paperwork, and a lot of whining. every time he'd felt her go quiet, he'd drag his cock against her walls justtttt slightly to make sure she didn't fall asleep, and she'd cry because he still hasn't let her cum yet.

“Aww, what's wrong? I thought you said you wanted to entertain me?”

“You- You know damn well this isn't what I- ah-! Lohen!”

it was by the time he'd been halfway through that she felt like she needed to piss. but lohen wouldn't let her get up to do it. nope. he was going to make her piss on his lap whether she likes it or not. and its horrible, the moment he's finally almost done and she's practically sniffling on his shoulder begging him to let her go. he presses his hand right on her bladder and the dam is released before she could stop it.

she's already crying and it's even worse now that she's accidentally pissed herself and soaked both her and lohen. he could be mocking her and she's desperately trying to hide her face because that was sooo embarrassing and she hates it so so much, but oh no no no he's not going to let her go that easily. doesn't matter that she's pawing at his chest trying to push him away while he's bouncing her on his dick. she was just begging him to let her cum earlier, why change her mind now?

@lepus-miles are you happy now celes.

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i think it would be really funny if lohen actually had a pretty hard time trying to find a good petname for perewyn, because all her reactions to them resulted in her hitting him a bunch. not that he minded!(he liked the attention and also getting hit), but it was really hard to tell whether or not she actually liked them. he knows lovers(or probably crushes, or people you just liked) liked to call each other silly petnames and all.

but every time he did try one on her, perewyn would smack him over the head, pull on his hair, twist on his ear, etc. though it wasn't because she didn't like them, its just that she's incredibly embarrassed about it. eventually he figured out that whatever got him hit the least was the ones that she liked(or at least tolerated, probably)

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perewyn talking about lohen: only one person has ever truly understood me and I fucking hate that guy.

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perewyn who's sooooo touch starved its genuinely pathetic but also doesn't want it.

always the first one to initiate physical contact, but also the first to pull away when it's reciprocated. she'll tackle the nearest person into a hug, grab their arm, pinch their cheeks, take their hands and spin them around into an impromptu dance – but the moment anyone reciprocates her touch, hugs her back, reaching to hold her hand, she's already pulling away.

she indulges her need for physical touch every so often by being the one to initiate it, but wouldn't let herself enjoy it very long or else she'll crave it too much. and she can't have that. that would be selfish of her, wouldn't it? besides, its not like the people she interacts with want to be touched bt her anyways!

perewyn who's so touched starved she'd hesitantly melt into someone's arms when held for too long.

imagining lyney running his hands through perewyn's hair gently whispering sweet praises in her ear while her head is tilted to rest on his shoulder. he'd been the one to initiate, needing to wind down after a long night of performing. lyney had teased her when the smile froze on her face and she practically tensed up like a deer in headlights when he'd pulled her onto his lap all of a sudden. he'd known what it took to get the mask off, figuratively and literally – just to get her face buried against his neck, practically leans her entire weight against him where she's sat on his lap. her smile is less sharper than it normally is, exhaustion lining her features in a way that wouldn't be seen with the mask on.

imagining lohen throwing perewyn over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes because and cackling when she fights back and screams with all the indignation of a feral cat, kneeing his chest and kicking at his stomach a clawing at his back while lamenting dramatically about how the vice captain was kidnapping a poor, innocent civilian. until at some point she just goes limp, kicks becoming weak and light. for some brief second, lohen thought he might have done something wrong, until he glanced back and noticed her reddening face and the way she'd bit her lip when she smiled. she would never admit how the way he could easily lift and hold her made her feel tingly inside. in one way or another. lohen proceeds to then slap her ass to get attention, to which she retaliates by giving a firm kick to his stomach, and he only wheezes out a laugh.