We play dolls with OCs here, sir.

Which like, thinking about vampire Lohen cause he’s been on my brain as of late and how he’d be so good at catching animals (or even people, who knows) to feast on.

Cause he canonically is really good at setting traps…..

I’ve been chewing on the idea of a captain!reader of the fifth company who is constantly reprimanding Lohen for all of his shenanigans and is overall just perpetually exasperated by him. But like, it’s not the fun reprimanding that Lohen gets off on, cause I think captain!reader realized quick what a little sadomasochist he is. So they make him do boring stuff like help Noelle wash the windows or scrub the floors.

So when reader is out, maybe on patrol or just for a stroll, and gets caught in a trap Lohen set. And now reader is like lowkey at his mercy…..

BUT ANYWAYS, you didn’t hear ANY OF THIS from me

OH my GO D DD DDDDDD...............

........no one knows about him being a vampire, either; maybe there's rumors, but it's the same as rumors of the grandmaster secretly being a werewolf, you know? all in good fun!

so when you do get caught in that trap, rope wound tightly around you... when lohen creeps up to see just what will be his dinner, he can't help but laugh. maybe he doesn't bite you, maybe he doesn't even outright let you know what he is! but he drops a few hints. nothing that anybody will believe, of course, and he makes sure to tell you as much. maybe he gets uncomfortably close as he speaks, and you can't help a primal sort of fear from sounding an alarm in the back of your brain, especially as he leans in, mouth getting closer to your neck, making you shiver and tense up in fear, his breath hot on your pulse—

The fabric of your panties was soiled to nothing but a mixture of your wetness and his precum.

You cry out every time the thick tip of his cock grazes your clit. You bite your lip, completely focused on the sight of him ruining your panties.

He thumbs your inner thigh, fingers traveling over the pink fabric of your undergarments, and slipping past the lacy set.

You feel him spread your lips apart with his finger, a perverted interest evident as he begins to thumb the material.

You can't help but snark to him, "looking for my clit?" It's mean-spirited and completely unnecessary, but fuck; hes been teasing you for twenty minutes and you craved relief.

His pretty eyes snap to your face, and finally, finally he looks at you instead of the body hes been toying with.

"Yeah? You think being a demanding whore will get you what you want?" His tone's light. He's still playing with the lacy pink fabric, but now hes leaning down. He presses forward until your bare breast warms the thin material of the dress shirt hes wearing, fingers coming to the hem of your panties and pulling it forward.

You gasp at the pressure, rough meshwork pressing hard into your sensitive clit, pressing into your empty cunt.

"The more you bitch at me, the more I wanna play with you." He purrs, slotting his dick to press against your panties once more. Your exposed pussy feels the grunt of him pressing against you. You shudder, bolts of electricity building in your core.

You wanted so much more than this—did you fuck it up by baiting him a little bit? You felt so empty, you needed it, needed him.

"Please, Lohen," you claw at his shoulders, pressing him into you. "M' sorry, I'll be good, please. Just- just the tip?"

He huffs, tilting his head at your swift change. Something close to displeasure masks his features. "Of course, you'll be good. I'm gonna beat it into you." His cockhead slaps against your covered cunt. Without grace, he rips your cute underwear and angles his cock, inching in bit by bit. "But how can I say no to you? Let's see how many times you'll cum with just my tip."