#it's oooooold bruh this and he val one?? ancient

[locria-writes]

Omg do you have a snippet of MCs cherry pop with lothar??

i actually do

(also the first chunk was already posted here as a different snippet, but i never posted the ending, so here’s the full thing)

For as long as he can remember, Lothar never liked other people looking at what he thought was his. It was negligible at first, for his mentor made certain to destroy anything that could be deemed his own.

Maybe that’s why he feels the need to protect and hide away his belongings – including yourself.

It was too easy to convince you to shy away from the world. It took some carefully engineered incidents to terrify you, some creative use of his magic to pretend as though there were those out to harm you, and a few words to convince you to stay at his home. From there, it only got easier and easier to persuade you to stop your visitors, then to stop all social functions, and then to simply stay within your shared quarters.

But Lothar isn’t a heartless man. It pains him to hurt you in any way, but it’s the only way to keep you safe, hidden away from all that can possibly harm you.

Even if that means hurting you himself.

To the outside world, he merely tells them you’re ill, suffering from constant fatigue and dizziness. Nobody thinks to doubt him – the perfect gentleman, the kind and well-mannered dog of the court.

“My darling, were you all right without me?” There’s a rush of relief when he sees you in your chambers, as always. He knows it’s foolish to expect you anywhere else, but the fear is still there. He still remembers the panic when you went to visit your brother and weren’t back when he was.

He thought you’d left him, just like everyone else.

You’re sitting by your vanity, brushing those lovely locks of yours, as you turn to him. Your face lights up as you rush over to him, flinging your slender arms around his waist. “My lord…”

He chuckles, running a hand through your hair. “Did you miss me, my sweet girl?”

“I did.” Your voice is muffled as you nuzzle your face into his chest. “It was scary again today.”

“My poor girl is so brave.” Lothar leans down and kisses your cheek. “I’ll make it all better.”

He picks you up, cradling you close to his chest, and sits down your shared bed, with you on his lap “You must have been so scared.”

“Not while you’re here.” Your gaze is still fractured, and it hurts him to see you like this.

It hurts him more that a part of him is thrilled to see you like this.

He smiles wanly, brushing your hair once more. “Before that, I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

“Mhm.” He reaches into his pocket for the small jar he bought earlier. “I heard that this is popular with the young ladies.”

You take the ornate jar, examining the floral patterns on it. “What is it?”

“Rouge.”

You take off the lid, and the aromatic fragrance of it fills the room. The colour is a rich and deep red, not the colour you normally wear. “This must have cost you a small fortune.”

“It’s nothing compared to you.” Lothar takes one of your hands – so delicate and untainted – in his gloved ones, dipping one of your fingers into the pot. “Try it on. The colour might be deep, but I think it will suit you wonderfully.”

The bashful flush that dusts your cheeks wipes away the day’s fatigue. How wonderful it would be if he could spend the rest of his life only coaxing such adorable expressions from you. Forget everything and everyone – that would be his heaven on earth.

He gently uses your finger to paint your lips with the rouge. It’s a bit too heavy for someone as fresh-faced and innocent as yourself, but it’s a good match nonetheless, at least aesthetically. He’d much rather you only wear the light and pastel colours of youth, not the dark and mature colours of the jaded.

“You look lovely, my sweet girl,” he murmurs, raising your dirtied finger to his lips. “Absolutely stunning.”

Your shy expression as he licks your finger is bliss. The trembling of your lower lip when he begins to suck on it is almost too much for him.

He really wants to push you down and take you right then and there, but he’s a man of patience. You’re the most darling girl he’ll ever know, and you deserve to be worshipped thusly.

“M-my lord…” you murmur, voice quivering ever so slightly.

He hums around the digit, dragging his tongue from the base to the tip of it, relishing the quiet whimper that escapes you. He pulls away, purposely allowing for a trail of saliva to form to see your flushed cheeks grow darker. “Nothing should ever mar your beautiful skin, my dear girl.”

“Nothing but you, my lord.” The soft smile you give him feels like it can absolve him of all his sins.

“You’re absolutely adorable.” He pushes you down onto the bed, golden eyes flashing crimson for a second. “You make me feel like both a terrible man and the most blest.”

“You’re not a bad man.” You reach up to cup his face, but he grabs your wrist, and leans down to kiss you.

It starts off soft, lips moving against each other, breaths mingling together. Lothar drags his tongue against your bottom lip, almost reverently as though he seeks permission, which he knows you’ll grant without fail. You moan when his tongue touches yours, and your free arm grabs onto his hair, lightly tugging it.

He groans into the kiss, releasing your hand to reach for something under his pillow. You heed little attention to it as the kiss grows more and more fervent. It isn’t until you feel a prick of pain that you realize he grabbed a dagger and was slowly cutting off your dress.

He breaks the kiss first, smears of rouge left on his lips as he gives you a saccharine smile. “It seems I’ve ruined your rouge.”

“It’s fine if it’s you, my lord.” Your breath hitches as he tears off your dress, thin trails of blood following his blade. “What are you doing?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your skin is?” he whispers, dragging its tip along your stomach. “I want to keep it unblemished, but at the same time, it’s the perfect canvas.”

“I’m afraid… It hurts…”

“A love as grand as ours will always hurt.” His dagger digs into your upper thigh, your whimper of pain makes him chuckle. “How can there be love if there isn’t pain?”

“Please, my lord – “

“I understand.” He sets the blade down as he moves down to your leg. “It’s a shame for such beautiful skin to break, for such precious blood to be spilled.”

Your moan is of pain and bliss as his lips press against the cut. His tongue darts out, greedily lapping away at the blood that escapes from your wound. Your blood has always been special to him – it’s the only thing he’s ever been able to taste, and it tastes of heaven and innocence.

He wonders if it will still taste like that when he’s done with you.

Your trembling and whimpers all feed into his joy. Only he can hurt you like this, and only he can bring you such pleasure. It’s his utmost honour to be able to do so.

“My lord…! It hurts, it hurts!” He ignores your cries as his tongue digs into the cut. Your blood is just so intoxicating, so alluring…

“Please stop! Please…” You’re openly sobbing now, fingers tangled in his hands. “I can’t…it’s too painful…Lothar…”

The sound of his name leaving your sweet lips pull him out of his reverie. Lothar pulls away to see tears streaming down your face. He feels conflicted – on one hand, he wants to kiss away your tears and tell you everything will be all right, that he won’t hurt you, but on the other, he wants to hurt you. He wants to spill your blood and drink it all; he wants to wrap his hands around your dainty neck and see you struggle for breath; he wants to see your sweet face twisted in pain.

“Did it hurt?” he asks softly, licking his lips for any residual blood. “Did it scare you?”

You nod pitifully, eyes wide with fear. “That’s what I always dream of – of those shadows hurting me like that.”

“Ah, that sounds awful, my darling girl.” It’s too easy to feign a sympathetic look. He has no intentions in helping to allay the nightmares he’s so lovingly crafted.

When you’re awake, he’s there to soothe you, to play the part of the concerned lover. He’ll cradle you gently in his arms, kissing away your tears, and coaxing you to calmness with soothing nothings and by feeding you his blood, citing it as a way to keep any bad magic away from you.

When you’re asleep, he makes those dreams happen, twisting whatever pleasant ones you may have into nightmares. He longs to see you truly defiled like him, so you’ll never leave him. He longs to see the light in your eyes diminish, to see your innocence wither away by his hands so you can stand with him on equal grounds.

Lothar runs a gloved hand along your thigh. “Do you want me to make it better?”

“Please…” He loves hearing you whimper.

He smiles, lowering his head to between your legs. It’s a delicious sight, to see you already so wet for him. “You seem quite excited today, my darling. Maybe it didn’t hurt so much after all.”        

He doesn’t wait for your response, licking along your slit for your wonderful moans. It’s a shame he can’t taste for he’s certain he would love the taste of your honey. Instead, he settles for those seductive sounds you make as he pushes his tongue inside of you. Your hands are gripping his hair so tightly that it hurts, but it’s a satisfying hurt. It’s not like the pain he used to feel.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your folds. “So wet, and just for me, darling girl.”

“Please…don’t tease….me…” You moan loudly this time as he gives you a few nips, feeling the pleasure spread throughout your body.

It only adds to his feast, luckily. He begins licking and sucking, determined not to let a single drop of you go to waste. How heavenly you must taste. “You’re…just overflowing…” He continues, ignoring the slight ache in his jaw. Your sweet moans are reward enough for him as you come for him over and over.

You’re a trembling mess by the time he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking that off. The sight of you -- legs splayed out, slick with sweat and your own honey, ruined rouge, and a flushed with teary eyes brings his attention to the uncomfortable strain in his trousers.

“Are you all right?” He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head, though he figures you’re lying. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“It’s…it’s not fair if only I get something…” Your eyes dart away from his, and it’s so cute he almost laughs.

“I can take care of it myself.”

“No!” You grab his arm, albeit rather weakly. “I…um…I want to help…”

He almost believes he misheard you until you reach for his trousers with a red face. “My dear rose, you needn’t do this.”

“But I want to!” You pout, and his heart melts. “We…um…we still haven’t….m-made love…”

Your sentiment is so adorable, but he shakes his head. “We just did.”

“That was just you loving me though.”

“That’s enough for me.”

“No, it isn’t.” In his lowered guard, you somehow manage to undo his trousers.

“Please, my lord, Lothar – “

That’s all it takes for him to indulge you. He tugs off his clothes hastily but loses his nerve as his length touches your entrance. “Are you absolutely certain?”

“Yes, please.” Your voice is breathy as you stare up at him. “Please make love to me.”

He pushes inside you, slowly to gauge your response. You wince at first at the unfamiliarity, and your arms start to wrap around his back, but his holds your hands down instead, lacing his fingers through yours. “It hurts at first, my love. But it’ll be over soon.”

“You’re so warm.” Lothar groans once he’s fully inside, reluctant to start moving as your walls tighten around him. “So tight, so soft.”

“It…hurts a little…” You’re squeezing his hands tightly and he can see the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“It’ll hurt more if I don’t move.” He makes a few shallow thrusts, and your moans are slightly pained. “It’ll feel good later.”

You slowly nod your assent, and he slowly begins to move, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust, and your moans growing more and more pleasured.

“You feel…so good…” The words almost get caught in his throat. “I love you, my darling…. I love you so…so much…”

“I…I love you too…Lothar…”  

Somehow, that ruins him entirely. The measured pace he so painstakingly maintained is gone now, replaced by a wild and erratic one. He pulls out of you, smirking at your needy whine.

Gone now was the fear of hurting you, and now he only wishes to see you in pain.

He lets go of your hands, gripping onto your hips with bruising force as he lifts them off the bed, changing the angle so he can hit deeper inside of you.

“Does it hurt?”  

You don’t respond, instead, crying out as he re-enters you.  

“You’re…a lewd girl…aren’t you?” He pounds into you with such fervour that it almost seems angry. “The sweet…innocent girl…likes being fucked like this…”

Your arms wrap around his back, fingernails digging painfully into his back, but it feels so wonderful with your lovely sounds.

He doesn’t know how many times you come until he does. He almost forgets to pull out, and it isn’t until he feels himself over the edge. He spills himself over your stomach, and that snaps him out of his

It was close – too close. He just got you, how could he possibly lose you?

“Lothar…”  

“What is it, my darling?” He wraps his arms around, careful not to touch the cuts from before.

“Do you really love me?”

What a silly question. “Of course, I do.” He kisses your sweaty forehead. “I love you more than anything in this world.”

Your eyes tell him you don’t believe him, but before he can question you further, you snuggle up against him. Your breathing becomes even, and you’ve fallen asleep.

Lothar sits there, stroking your hair absently. If you’re questioning him like this, you must know something.

Whatever it is, he’ll destroy it and remove it from your memory. You should only remember the good things that he does, and the evil things of the world.

You should only remember that you are his, and he is yours.

The rest of the world can burn for all he cares.

#aab snippets #aab lothar #it's oooooold bruh this and he val one?? ancient #actually why is all of my aab smoot so old like wtf i guess i never upgraded #also yes lothar won't pop mc's cherry until waaaay after they're in a relationship and they've done other stuff #Anonymous