#lepusmiles

i couldn't help but think back to your 5 and 1 vampire lohen fic and wonder, how would the next time go? now that you know, there's no reason to beat around the bush, right? no reason for lohen to not go for the kill.

vampire lohen whose eyes roll to the back of his skull for days when he jerks off thinking about the fear in your eyes last time. who can't find it in himself to be guilty, because he remembers juuust how wet it'd gotten you.

lohen wearing his old adventurer's outfit (partially because he knows exactly how much it already riles you up, and partially because it's a lot easier to be quiet without the jingling and rustling his knights uniform causes), waiting patiently for you to walk past the alley. naturally, nobody turns to notice him. it's well past dark now; the only people walking past are drunken tavern-goers and others eager to get home from work.

lohen catching sight of you, nearing the alley, rummaging through your bag and cursing as you look for something. 'kitty, kitty. what am i going to do with you?' with a grin, he mentally chides you for leaving yourself so vulnerable...

...for him to cover your mouth and muffle your scream of fright with a gloved hand, dragging you straight into the alley with him, body pressing tightly against his. not a soul notices. he's no amateur, after all.

lohen turning you around to face him, caging you in against the rough wall, cooing at the frightened tears in your eyes. even as he grins wickedly he's telling you he's sorry (he's not) he was just so hungry (he's not.) and you'll forgive him, won't you? (you will.) he knows he's got you when he sees how red your face has already gone just at the mention of it.

lohen, yanking your shirt collar open and slowly trailing wet kisses up your collarbone, up the side of your neck, to where your pulse is the most prominent. laving his tongue over it lovingly, practically drooling on you, before his fangs slooowly sink into your neck and he drinks. savors the way your hands cling to him for any sort of purchase. laughs into your neck as he feels you shake when he slips a thigh between yours.

lohen, dimly lit by the streetlight, whose eyes are glowing a soft crimson as he pulls back with another breathless laugh. with wine-red blood dripping from his mouth, staining the white of his shirt; his tongue licking over his fangs, collecting your blood off of them. you're too delicious for him to waste a single drop, after all.

it's only after he pulls away that you start to realize the heat pooling low in your belly isn't just you being turned on from the situation; lohen made sure to get a good dose of venom in you with that bite. enough that the aphrodisiac is hitting you like a truck in seconds. he coos at you so sweetly, so mockingly, as you try to look away, getting flustered... your body gives you away, of course.

maybe you even try to "fight him" on it. trying to squirm out of his grasp, overwhelmed and aroused and it's all just too much you can't-

and then he's grabbing you by the jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye as he grins. "tell me then, kitty. if you don't want this, tell me right now. i'll let you go, and we can both act like weren't just dripping on my thigh, yeah??" he leans in closer, voice dropping low, and suddenly his words tug on something in the back of your head in an all-too-familiar sensation, "say it."

you whimper, trying to say it just to be difficult, but find that you just can't; your mouth physically won't form around the words. because of course you don't mean it.

and lohen knows it, doesn't he? but naturally, he can't let you lying to him go unpunished. so be quiet for him, be a good kitty, yeah? unless you want everyone walking by to know just how good he's fucking you, fangs buried deep in your neck while his cock is buried even deeper in your heat.

best friend lohen who you aren't quite together with yet, but you're kind of in that in between stage. you know he likes you, he knows you like him... but there's just so much tension now. especially considering you so willingly spilled all your little kinks to him over the years, thinking you were just sharing to a friend... you had no idea he was secretly taking note of all of them, just in case you ever stopped being dense and realized you were in love with each other.

and, well. surely your best friend lohen can be trusted knowing about your voice kink, yeah?? especially since you mentioned it when you were "just friends" sooo many times offhandedly. just as a... a friendly compliment! of course. surely he doesn't have the time of his life pushing boundaries he knows he can push now? surely he doesn't purposely say things low and seductive that he knows will drive you straight up the wall?

surely he doesn't have a mischievous grin while you're out at the mall one day before pulling you in, lowering his voice and saying into those sensitive fluffy ears, so quietly, "remember how i used to talk to you like this if i was sharing a secret? how wet did you get over it, kitty? you get off thinking about your best friend's voice?? pervert." and laughing at the way you squirm and smack at his arm.

bet he's still grinning while he's telling you how good you're taking it later when you get home, too.

ce les ,,

my mind is stuck on you making the mistake of telling your lohen to "lock the fuck in" sorryyyyyyyy.

once he gets you home safely from the fun little slumber party, do you think he even bothers showering and washing off the blood first?? or do you think he wastes no time getting you pinned to your bed by the throat, that feral look still in his eyes and now directed at you for starting shit??😁

god, and of course we never specified what they'd all be wearing, either. he could be in some training clothes, his thighs covered by sweatpants as they squeeze around your waist to keep you trapped. or maybe he's in full uniform? blood staining the fabric here and there, usually pristine clothing disheveled and scuffed from the vicious fighting. that's not even to speak of the bloody nose he'd gotten from a well timed swing, still dripping a bit, a little blood on his teeth when he grins wildly down at you.

i mean, what do i know?? maybe you'd prefer him to shower first!! hair still dripping a bit, not bothering to put a shirt on before he makes his way straight back to you. drops of water sliding down his neck, his back, his arms... smelling like sweet shampoo and something underneath that's just unmistakably lohen.

either way. it doesn't change the inevitable; him overstimming you well past the point of tears. how do you think he'd do it?? personally, my bet is on putting you through the mattress a few times to see just how many he can wring out of you like that, before introducing some toys to really torture you. you sigh in relief because you think he's finally done before he reaches to your nightstand, and you look at him nervously as he pulls out a vibrator you don't see often; only when he's really, really intent on turning your brain off.

it barely takes a few minutes before you're shaking hard under him with the vibe pressed straight to your clit, tugging at the belt he'd wrapped tightly around your wrists. and he's got the most sadistic, lovesick grin as he leans in to whisper "c'mon, kitty, you can take it. just don't cum. 'lock in', right?"

celes i have never done anything wrong in my entire life (blatant lies) why would you do this to me

so... being lohen's doll, huh??

maybe it starts with him getting you that collar. his other earring dangling off of it to show you belong to him, always so possessive of you. (not that you're complaining, right?) and since he already got you that collar, it's not so weird if he happens to get you cute little lingerie here and there, yeah? he's just, yknow, spicing things up a little more...! it's definitely not because blood rushes to his dick whenever you wear something he picked out for you. definitely not.

and of course, lohen can tell you really enjoy it, too, so... why would he stop there? you're so obedient, eagerly wearing whatever he lies out for you... anytime you're out in public together and he knows you're wearing the cute lingerie set and garter he personally got for you, it takes every ounce of willpower to not pull you into an empty closet and drag a few orgasms out of you.

the more eager you are, the more he starts catching onto you. and, on a hot day, the first time he gets you a cute little sundress to wear, that's when you slip up and mention (with a suspicious amount of enjoyment) how he's treating you like a doll.

how fast do you think he locks onto that? and how much whiplash do you think the contrast gives you, between him sweetly dressing you up (sometimes for an outing and sometimes for his eyes only), and him using your body like it's nothing but a precious, pliant little toy for him to play with??

and do you think you'd be able to think straight once he figures it out? knowing that every time he picks out a cute little outfit for you before taking you on a date, he's already planning out how he'll use your pretty little holes, how he'll fuck his pretty doll to tears??

inquiring minds would like to know!!!!

c e le.s.

alternatively! best friend lohen who also happens to be your roommate! it just works out easierrr like that, you know? even if he doesn't seem to have an ounce of respect for silly things like "boundaries." but, really, who knows? maybe it's your own fault he walks in on you watching incriminating things on your laptop so often, or trying to get off, acting like you're not thinking about your very best friend. he playfully chides you, saying "you really should lock your door then, hm, kitty?? you're gonna make me think you're doing it on purpose~"

(nevermind the fact that he waits til he's sure you have headphones on, so you won't hear the quiet click of him unlocking your door from the outside...)

lohen tying you up, which of course isn't anything new or even particularly crazy, cmon, it's lohen. but maybe you've been a liiittle bit of a brat today!! pushing his buttons, testing his patience. you're expecting him to just fuck you senseless (exactly what you're hoping for, let's be real) and then carry on.

it starts out familiar enough, too. keeps your wrists tied above your head so you can't really move, has you on your back as he teases and works you up to get you ready.

...except he stops before you cum, and instead of pressing himself into you, he moves and positions himself with his knees on either side of your head, so he's jerking off over your face. (do you think he'd make you beg to even taste after being such a brat??👁👁)

................anyway who could have said that the wind is so strong tonight!!!!

CELES. OH MY GAWD.

like. you know he's not gonna leave you wanting. but he's gonna make you think he's going to. saying that you should be glad you're even getting this, after being so very difficult.

you can beg and cry and apologize all you want, but he's definitely going to make it difficult right back at you! you're going to have to prove you mean it in whatever way that means.

i keep trying to answer this and getting flustered. god help me

lohen started out just being regularly protective since... i think i mentioned this recently somewhere but. growing up heike was bullied a lot, she had a couple of other friends that stuck around a while but he was the only one that was consistently there for her as a kid, and that puts aside the fact that she was CLINGYYYYY as a little kid. she was always scared to give in to her own fighting spirit, for lack of a better term, but he wasn't, so whenever someone tried pushing her around he'd handle it for her. he got in trouble for it a few times, but he was always insistent she had nothing to do with it. she's his best friend, she can't do it, so he will. it was never an issue for him.

but eventually, that turns into "she's mine, not yours, stop looking at her like that". when she off-hand mentions that something happened to her that resulted in her growing skittish of even his touch, he's beyond furious, but ofc he can't get her to reveal anything else, so he just kind of has to stew on it and that's not something you want him doing!!

"Lohen- fuck, please, it's too much-"

"Aww," he coos breathlessly, nasty grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, "you can take it."

"I can't, I can't, I- please, stop, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱-"

He laughs delightedly. "'Stop' isn't the word we agreed on, now is it?"

The choked moan you let out is nothing short of pitiful. "𝘓𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘯!"

He fucks into you 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, your desperate begging clearly going straight to his cock. "Poor 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, that's, 𝘢𝘩, that's not it, either."

Hot tears streaming from your eyes, you feel the heat in your cunt pooling again, snowballing toward yet another orgasm you're 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 you can't take.

But, you look up at him. You look at the crazed glint in his eyes, at the way his mean grin looks while his mouth lolls open, sharp canines an ever-imposing threat. His hair is handsomely disheveled, there's sweat gleaming against his skin from exertion, and there's a red flush high on his cheeks.

The sight alone is enough to make you clench tightly around him, release creeping up at an alarming rate. And so, maybe against your better judgement, you whimper out a broken little "Lampgrass!"

Lohen's pace falters. And then his grin tugs into a 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳, and your heart fucking drops (you try 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 hard to ignore the surge of newfound arousal it sends to your cunt; you're scared, you're fearing for your life, you're... so horny you might explode, but that's neither here nor there). He adjusts his grip so that both of your wrists are pinned snugly by one gloved hand. His other hand grips you firmly by the jaw. "How cute," he says, leaning down until his lips are brushing yours as he murmurs, "that you think you have any fucking say in the matter."

And with that he's fucking right back into you; the angle presses his cock impossibly deeper as he continues to fill you up, more vicious than he's ever been with you.

(wow who said that. it mustve been the wind or something)

CELES I KNOW WE TALKED ABOUT THIS AND I KNOW YOU WARNED ME BUT OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

(context: we are being haunted by the idea of having a fake safeword to use with lohen (while still having an actual safeword in case THAT is too much to handle))

i am unsure of how to describe my current emotions about this other than: