Scenario Post: Something Eternal
Scenario: You get drunk together and share a kiss under the moonlight....
Trigger Warnings: explicit sexual content🌶️, vampires, yandere behavior
You're both drunk when the rain begins to fall.
You walk with them barefoot through the dewy grass, hand in hand. The pale moon above paints the meadow silver. There’s a kind of wonder in L's eyes as they watch you. They step closer, drawing you to them until your bodies touch from hip to chest, guiding you into a slow dance beneath the starry sky.
Their skin is unbearably soft. Warmth licks your face at the gentle heat of their body pressed to yours.
You laugh when L twirls you, their hand warm on your waist, drawing you back with a possessive sweetness that makes your chest ache. They laugh too, enamored by the way your body moves against theirs, swaying to a secret rhythm only your hearts know.
L's eyes never leave you once.
You take in the heat of their gaze, and a burst of pleasure pulses through you. The longing it it is as thick and sweet as heavy cream.
L's breath grazes your cheek just before they dip you, and their lips find yours, swallowing your laughter with a gentle kiss- one that deepens the moment they taste you on their tongue.
Sweet like moonlight, the feel of them leaves you dizzy and wanting. Goosebumps bloom along your skin.
L's mouth strokes against you, and a frission of electricity shoots up your spine. They drag their lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. Their kisses grow slower, warmer, lingering till your pulse stumbles. One of their hands slides up your spine and threads through your damp hair. They guide your head back so they can kiss lower, tasting the rain on your skin.
"Let me make you feel good." L whispers.
Their tongue laps at your throat in soft, moist strokes. You moan and tilt your head back, vision swimming. They're whispering words into your neck, half-formed, drunk with heat and want, but you only catch bits and pieces of them.
The rest are lost to the pouring rain.
"I wish I were a poet." They whisper. "I'd know the words to place my name upon your heart, so that you'd be mine forever. I wish I had the words to tell you what you are to me. To say that you're everything...isn't nearly enough."
Their hands trail down your body, skimming your hips, your thighs. You shiver, and L lowers you gently into the rain-soaked grass. Rain beads in your hair, sliding down your temple, and your breaths come unsteady as you look up at them.
L's lips are swollen, pupils blown. Their shirt is plastered to their skin, rain-soaked, but their smile is radiant. They gaze down at you with such tenderness and affection that, for a moment, it steals your breath away.
"There is nothing." They say softly. "More beautiful than the way you look at me when you're in my arms."
Then their lips find yours again, and their mouth against yours makes the sweetest poetry. This kiss is deeper, lingering, hungry. You shiver and arch against them, and for a moment, you're lost to the world.
You kiss your way down their chest, till your lips hover just above their brand. They shudder violently and tangle their hand in your hair.
"Please." L begs. Their voice is muddled in the rain, drowning in desire.
You know what they want- what they need. You fangs buried in their chest, right above their heart. Their blood on your lips and down your throat, singing in your veins.
Their footsteps close in behind you as you sprint between the trees, dizzy and reckless. The night air is cool against your skin, but your blood is hot and burning, because you know exactly who is hunting you. You laugh when their arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of them.
"Got you." D murmurs against your ear, fangs grazing your throat. Their breath fans the fine hairs on the back of your neck in warm, damp bursts. Goosebumps prick along your skin.
You try to twist from their grasp, half- hearted, creating a delicious friction as you struggle against them, but they hold you tight.
Before you can catch your breath, D spins you, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs lock around their waist, your arms loop behind their neck. The moment your lips part, they kiss you, hot and hungry. D's tongue strokes yours, chasing the warmth of your lips.
Your back hits the rough bark of a massive oak and they pin you there, the strong, lean length of them pressed flush against you. You flex your hips against them. D groans into your mouth, and you gasp, swallowing the sound. The taste of it has your blood singing.
You want more. More contact. More friction.
"Show me where you want me." They rasp. Its more of a plea than a command, but only just.
You don't answer, but you lift your hips. D shudders and holds you tighter.
"I need you naked. Now." They growl.
D groans, more agony than frustration. Their hands slip under your clothes, fingers finding their way between your thighs. When they press in just right, rocking you gently, you moan into their neck. Heat floods you and pools between your legs. You roll your hips into their hand and shudder. Little white bursts of light explode behind your eyes. D makes a strangled sound- choked, almost pained.
"God, I love it when you smell like this." D murmurs hoarsely.
They're panting too, harsh and uneven. Their eyes glow with a hunger that steals the strength from your legs even though they're the one holding you up. You can't make out what they're saying- not just because their fangs are slurring the words. They've slipped into another language, one they only use when they're too overwhelmed to think, too lost in the feeling to stay grounded in any tongue but instinct.
The way their hips grind against you tells you everything you need to know.
Even drunk, Snow still stands rigid beside you. More so than usual, you realize. But their eyes linger a second too long when they slide their arm around you to keep you steady.
The walk becomes an exquisite kind of torture.
Your breath brushes Snow's cheek, the warmth of it ghosts over the hollow of their throat. Your hand slides across their chest when you stumble on a rock. By the time you spot the treeline in the distance, their teeth are clenched and they're nearly panting.
"Please watch your step, Master/Mistress." Snow says, voice hoarse. "There's a few stray branches up ahead."
You do your best to lift your leg, but your foot catches anyway. You trip, and Snow lunges to catch you, only to lose their balance and fall with you.
They land half on top of you. Their face hovers just above yours, close enough that you can feel the warm tremble of their breath against your lips. You expect them to stand and push themself to their feet. But Snow doesn't move.
Their eyes stay locked on yours. They track the flutter of your lashes, the slope of your lips, the way your breath hitches when they shift against you. Their gaze grows half lidded, dazed, like the alcohol coarsing through their veins is nothing compared to the heady high of being pressed against you. You lean up, just a fraction, and that’s all it takes.
At first, the kiss is slow, gentle. But then your fangs graze their lips, and Snow moans, so pained it's almost a whimper. The sound slams through you and settles between your legs. Their lips against yours turn hungry, colored with such an intense desperation that you almost gasp. Their hands skim your ribs, shaking. A soft vibration rumbles through their chest.
Pressed flush against you, from chest to thigh, like they're trying to feel every inch of you. Their mumbling something into your skin, but you can't make out what.
The moment you say their name, Snow jerks away as if burned. They practically throws themself off you, stumbling back. Their eyes are wide, their lips flushed and swollen, shame written across their face. "Forgive me." They stammer, breathless. "I- I didn't mean-"
You climb on top of them and straddle them, catch Snow's face in your hands, and kiss them fiercely. "You didn't let me finish. I wasn't going to tell you to stop."
Snow blinks up at you, stunned. And then their lips are on yours again, hands skirting the length of your back. They rub their hips against you, and you shiver, moaning into their mouth. The sound of your desire echoes through them and comes out something sinful.
"Use me." Snow begs. Their breath comes harsh and ragged when they take your hands and place them on their chest. "Please, Master/Mistress. Use me. Take what you need from me. Any way you want. I-" They're stumbling over their words, tongue heavy with want and lust. The rest of the words tangle on their tongue when you bend down and kiss them again.
The night is still as Lu walks with you in the moonlight.
Their arm curves around your waist, steadying you. Their features rearrange themselves into something strange, torn between their usual cutting elegance, and the faint flush that betrays them, climbing up their throat each time you lean against them. You feel the stir of their breath, the way it shivers when it hits your skin.
"Lu." You stop walking and point to something in the distance. They tense when you say their name. "There's a lake between the trees." When you turn back towards them, Lu is close enough that their breath brushes your lips. Too close for someone who has spent years keeping a courteous, aching distance.
They stare at you. But they don't say a word. Given their expression, you doubt they heard a thing.
Otherwise they'd surely be scowling.
"Hmmm?" They hum, low and distracted. Their hand tightens around your waist.
"The lake." You say again.
But they only watch you through half-lidded eyes. The wind shifts, carrying the cool scent of the lake, algae and wet earth, yet Lu doesn’t so much as glance toward it. Their jaw clenches, shoulders squared, like they're fighting something beneath their skin. "Whatever force of nature put you in front of me." They murmur. "Must surely have some sick sense of humor."
You cannot tell if their sudden change of topic is a diversion, or if they're more inebriated that you realized.
"Then you'd get along." You tease softly.
"I would not go that far." They say. The corner of their mouth tremors faintly. "In fact, I suspect they must hate me."
They laugh, but the sound is sharp and gutted. "Always so unaware of the effect you have."
You turn to them. Their gaze is burning. "On who?"
"On...." Their eyes search yours.
When your fingers graze the lapels of their jacket, their breath hitches. They closes their hand around your wrist, careful, as though they're not sure if they're allowed.
"On you." You finish for them, as softly as you can.
Lu flinches. They start to pull back, but you reach for them before they can fully withdraw.
Your lips press against theirs, and for a moment Lu stiffens. You think they might pull away, but then they exhale, the softest breath. Their hand lifts, resting over yours, holding it there against their cheek. Their free hand slides to the small of your back and pulls you closer. The kiss deepens, and they lick at your lips, wanting to taste more of you. Sighing, you open to them-
Suddenly Lu pulls back, breathing hard. Their eyes are wide, lips swollen.
"Don't." They breathe, pained.
"Don't what?" You ask, confused and breathless.
"Don't do this. Don't touch me. Don't kiss me like you mean it. Not if you don't. Because I couldn't. I can't- if this is just because I'm here and he's not, and you'll regret me in the morning-"
"I've always meant it, Lu. That was never the problem."
It takes a moment for the weight of your admission to sink in. The tension bleeds from their frame. They exhale once, swallow hard, and slowly pull you back to them.
Their forehead rests against yours, their breath brushing your lips in warm, uneven exhales. Their thumb strokes the inside of your wrist, tracing the pounding pulse there. You feel their composure unraveling thread by thread. "You have no idea." They whisper. "How long I've waited for this."
One gloved hand slides up your thigh while the other cups your jaw with a tenderness that contradicts the restrained violence trembling through their body.
Their fangs elongate. Snag their own lips.
A bead of their blood touches your tongue, and your pulse soars. You moan at the taste, a low sound you can't quite swallow. It's heady- intoxicating- drugging you in a carnal haze, threaded through with something that has no name. Temptation, maybe, sweetly wicked with a sharper bite. You chase the flavor, your tongue follows the thin smear of crimson as you lick softly at their lips . Heat curls up your spine and burns low in your belly. A throaty groan echoes through Lu's chest, dark and hungry, like they can feel every pulse of your arousal.
"I should have told you." They murmur against your lips. "I should have claimed you before they touched you."
Their nose grazes your cheek, the line of their jaw pressing against yours. Their voice drops to a whisper. "Tell me I’m not too late."
You grab their collar and pull them back into your kiss. "You’re not."
Something fierce shatters behind their eyes. Their hand grips your hip. When they finally pull back, their lips are swollen, eyes burning.
"Then." They says softly. "Let me believe you." Their forehead presses to yours, breath hot, voice shaking. "Show me I can."
You walk beside them, Z's arm draped over your shoulder, fireflies drifting lazily around you, lighting your path. They're joking about something when you see it- a lake, silver under the moonlight, lies just beyond the trees. A slow grin spreads across Z's face before they step off the path, tugging you with them.
“What?” you ask, half amused.
“We’re going swimming.” Z pulls off their shirt in one smooth motion, then start undoing their pants. "Unless you plan to keep your clothes on. But then you'll have to explain why they’re soaked when we get back to the mansion."
You raise a brow, amused. "We're not 16, Z."
They move closer, grinning wider, and step out of their pants. Their body looks like a work of art, naked skin and scars bathed in the pale light. "No." Z says softly. "We're not." They lift their hand and brush their thumb across your cheek. "But you make me feel like we could be."
For a moment, the tenderness of their touch steals your breath away. Then, before you can't react, Z lifts you in their arms and carry you towards the lake. You protest loudly, demanding they put you down, but your words dissolve into their laughter, bright and daring.
When Z dips you in the lake, the freezing water steals your breath. But they holds you close, one arm anchoring you against the solid warmth of them. With the other, Z tucks a slick strand of hair behind your ear, their touch startlingly gentle despite your outrage. You open your mouth to yell at them- to demand they bring you back to shore.
But instead, the strangest thing happens.
A laugh bubbles out of you, and before you know it, you've twisted from their grasp just enough to shove them under water. Z's strong enough to stop you, if they wanted.
When they surface, shaking droplets from their hair, they're grinning, and so are you. Z glides through the water toward you, cradling your face in their hands, and kisses you with a fierce, aching sweetness. They taste like vodka and cinnamon, mixed with a hint of lake water. When you bite their lip and kiss them back, Z groans, and their hands tighten around you.
"Your heart is beating fast." They rasp.
"And you're an assassin without your gun." You breathe. "I would be careful with your words if I were you. Right now we're on even ground"
Z grins, slow and teasing. Their thumb caresses the skin of your throat. "You want to bite me."
Its not a question. It's a statement.
They tilt their head back, baring the brand on their neck. "Take it. Its yours." Their eyes flash with heat. "I've spent the last century searching for something that feels half as good as your fangs in my neck." They nip at your ear, breaths brushing the shell of it. "So take it. Please, I want you to."
This wasn't a planned scenario post, still working on the nsfw alphabets <3 I will be adding Lu and ???'s parts later :)
