#they are only this tender with each other

[deusfoundry]

in retrospect, there's really no other way this night could've possibly ended.

zayne likes to think that he tried. that he had exercised as much restraint as he could. that the only reason he's got his lips on your skin, planting wet kisses that trails along the path of your collarbone, is because truly, he's been pushed to the brink of his self control.

but is he really to blame when you looked absolutely divine in that dress?

"z-zayne, we have to go ..."

your words fail to register in his mind, anything and everything but the tiny sounds you make enters one ear and slides right out the other. he almost feels bad now, the memory of how ecstatic you were when he'd invited you as his plus one to a banquet hosted by akso hospital three weeks ago flashes before him. how that excitement grew tenfold when you told him about the dress you'd bought to surprise him with.

and he certainly was surprised, pleasantly so, when the sight of your bare back greeted him as he entered his bedroom.

zayne stops in his tracks, feet feeling like they've been permanently rooted to the carpeted floor of his bedroom.

you're seated in front of the vanity table he'd put together for you. the size of it is nothing like the one you have at your apartment, but it shares a similar design, the same wooden accents. it's enough that you can get ready for anything without having to make a stop at your place. he'd bought it when you first began to spend the night at his apartment.

lately though, you've been spending the better part of each week in his place. zayne's been reminding himself to build up the courage to ask you to move in with him.

he's supposed to be used to this. to your back facing him. to your eyes lighting up when you catch sight of his figure through the reflection of your vanity mirror. to you pausing in the middle of your routine to turn around, greet him with that smile of yours that sends an ache in his heart.

but this damned dress.

he forces his feet off the floor to move towards you, his heavy footsteps catching your attention. you flash him a sheepish smile, your eyes flitting towards the jacket of his dress suit draped on his arm.

"have i been taking too long?" you ask, hurriedly dragging the tip of your eyeliner to your lids.

"no," zayne stalks close enough to place his hands on the back of your chair. he drinks you in, eyes casting downwards to the fabric pooling at your lower back. your hair is pulled up to a loose bun, fastened with a clip shaped into a snowflake, leaving your bare shoulders to view. he takes the thin strap of your dress betwixt thumb and forefinger, fighting the immense urge to pull the flimsy fabric off.

it's a losing battle, and zayne succumbs to his desires in a matter of seconds. he leans down, planting one tender kiss on the base of your neck.

he holds your gaze through the mirror as he releases his hold on the strap, letting it fall just above your elbow. he uses the same fingers to map out the scars littered on your back.

"no, you're alright."

"i'm-" your words get caught in a choke. "i'm almost done. why don't you wait for me here?"

"of course." zayne kisses your cheek before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. his eyes bore into you with an intensity that you can feel, enough to induce a tremble in your hands as you add the finishing touches to your make up.

"done!" you begin tidying up your table, placing the brushes back to their compartments. "just need to put my heels on."

"allow me." zayne very nearly bolts from the bed. he takes your heels by the straps from their place beside your vanity.

slowly, zayne kneels before you.

it's then that zayne notices another ... feature of your dress, discovering a slit that goes right up to your thigh. he freezes, hands ghosting your ankle, a field of smooth skin staring at him. possibly taunting him. definitely not helping his pants that seem to be growing tighter by the minute.

"love? are you okay?"

and you had the nerve to ask. surely, you must be aware of your effect on him by now?

"yes." he breathes out an apology, sucking the air through his nose as he slides your feet into the shoe. his fingers find the straps, wrapping them around and working up your leg the way he's watched you do so countless times before. he moves closer, reaching behind your leg to tie the straps together into what he hopes is a neat bow over your calf.

zayne repeats the process with your other shoe, but this time, he lets himself linger. lets his fingers run past your leg, over your knee, until they land on your thigh. lets them prod lightly at the flesh, encasing the muscle with his palm. lets himself lean down, low enough that from your point of view, it looks he's bowing to you.

he places a kiss, first over the strap of your heels that he's just worked on, the material an odd intrusion to his moisturized lips. then another, on your knee. and finally, his lips replace the palm on your thigh.

you shiver at the sudden loss of warmth, but you find soon enough that zayne never intended on keeping his hands away from you for long.

his hand glides further up, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress where it finds itself a home there.

zayne is too caught up in you, plush skin, enchanting perfume, this godforsaken dress, to hear your voice. he's only knocked out of his trance when he feels your hand cup his cheek.

"zayne?" he looks up, chin resting on your thigh. there's a flush to your cheeks, an obvious difficulty in the way you breathe. "we're going to be late."

he nods, pushing himself off the floor. he holds his hand out for you take and gladly, you slip your hand into his with a smile, using him as leverage to stand up.

zayne makes it about halfway through the living room before something in him snaps. he strides across his apartment, footsteps quick and erratic, almost tripping over his own feet.

you hear him from where you stood before his front door, turning around with the knob between your hand to ask him if he's okay. you get barely a word out of your mouth when zayne crashes his lips onto yours.

and that's how you find yourself now, pinned against the door of his apartment, clinging to his shoulders as your legs begin to go limp.

zayne kisses you everywhere, frenzied lips travelling from your neck, the exposed skin of your cleavage. he gives you not even a second to breathe before he's back on your lips. his hands behave similarly, squeezing at every inch of skin his fingers come across.

"i'm sorry." he sends a stream of warm air to your neck, nipping lightly at the skin. "it's just- you look so- god, it's this dress."

"the event-!" zayne cuts you off by sucking at your neck hard enough that it's bound to leave a mark.

"to hell with it."

you yelp when he cradles the back of your thighs to lift you up with ease. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his lower back, bringing him close enough that you can feel the bulge poking through his pants.

"the things you do to me..." zayne whispers over your lips. he eases your entire body into just one of hands, the other moving up to your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "god, you have no idea."

except, you think you know exactly what you do to him, when he starts making his way back to the bedroom, lips eternally attached to yours.

[sugarnspice630]

Baby It's Cold Outside

"Perhaps you can stay a little longer? Share one more drink with me?"

•pairing: yunho x fem!reader

•word count: 1k

•tags: MDNI, suggestive, jealous and possessive Yunho, reader is kinda stupid (sorry), alcohol consumption, drink spiking (DO NOT DO THIS????), ...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Quite literally based off the controversy with the song "Baby It's Cold Outside", after spending a little too long with your date, Yunho, you try your best to go home. He seemingly does not want you to leave however.

A/N: I have a confession...one of my taboo kinks is to be drugged and taken advantage of, but you didn't hear that from me! For real though, please be careful with your drinks being spiked. Protect yourself and others while under the influence. Remember this is only fiction and to not be taken seriously or to give anyone any ideas. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Your phone dinged with a notification. A message from your roommate, asking where you were. You previously told them you were going to meet up with this guy you matched with on Tinder. You had been chatting back and forth for a while, so you had some trust with him. It wasn’t a one-night stand or anything, just the first time meeting up. You glanced at the time on your phone after reading your roomie’s message and realized you had stayed way longer than you expected.

“Yunho, I’ve really enjoyed our time, but I do have to get going.”

“Mmm, can’t you just stay a little longer? The temperature is not the warmest right now.”

“Yeah, well, ‘tis the season for that. Plus, my roommate just messaged asking where I was.”

“You have someone else expecting you?” His voice was laced with a hint of jealousy. You scoffed at his comment softly.

“Relax, it’s just a roommate Yunho, plus, ‘they'” - you say with air quotes - "are a lady, so you can rest easy.” You use your hands and push yourself up off the couch you both are sitting on.

“I see. Well, I don’t want you to freeze out there.” Yunho stands up after you do and starts to get closer to you. His tall stature throws you off for the 100th time. You gaze up at him with your mouth parted slightly.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I dressed prepared for the weather.”

“I know, but doesn’t this warm fire feel so much nicer?” His hands trail up from your hips to your waist and rest there. The action sends a small chill up your spine.

“I-it does.” The remaining confidence you had slowly leaving you, softly submitting to staying with Yunho for the night. You stare at each other for a moment before you blink and shake your head and back away from him. “No, I need to leave.” You peek your head past his shoulder to look out the window near the front door. The snow is coming down quickly and heavily. Yunho follows your gaze and returns his attention back to you, a soft smirk on his face.

“I wouldn’t go out there if I were you. Perhaps you can stay a little longer? Share one more drink with me until the snow trucks go by?” His hands leave your hips and tenderly hold your hands. His sentences came across as questions, but you knew you really wouldn’t have much of a choice.

“Fine. I suppose one more won’t hurt.” You glance off to the side, disappointed with yourself that you could not stand your ground, but knowing he also had a point. If you left now, who knows what could happen to you out there with the snow coming down the way it is?

“Good~. I’ll go get the drinks. Just sit back down for me.” His eyes are full of tenderness and care. His hand invites you to sit back on the couch. There was no denying his charm and how your heart fluttered with him wanting you to stay longer. You sat back down, looking up at him, and he gave you an approving nod before heading to the kitchen to prepare the drinks. You pulled your phone back out and shot a message to your roomie. 

“You’re smiling a lot over there.” Yunho’s voice ringing through your ears, causing you to jump suddenly. He hands over the small glass he just poured for you.

“Oh, heh, yeah. My roommate is just being...perverted." You chuckle softly as you grab the drink from his hand, a slight blush coming across your face. He responds with a soft “hmm” and sits back down next to you.

The situation feels familiar. Being in this same position not that long ago. Drinks in your hands, chatting about frivolous things, sitting in the exact same spots. Like nothing has changed, besides the fact you are staying a few minutes longer than you intended. The night drags on; the snow keeps coming down. The sudden broadcast on the news advising people to stay inside and not go out due to dangerous conditions. Once that message finishes, the smirk on Yunho’s face grows even larger. You furrow your eyebrows towards him, thinking the alcohol was starting to take effect and making you see things.

“Yunho, it's been a pleasure, but I seriously need to go.” You set the cup down on the table in front of you and stand up. Feeling like all of the blood suddenly left your head, you start to fall forward. Yunho, quick on the draw, stands up and catches you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy darling. Didn’t you hear the weather experts? It’s dangerous to go out there.” 

“I promised my roommate I’d be back.” Your words start to come out slurred, unintentionally. 

“Y/N I can’t allow you to go out there. Especially in this condition.” A concerned tone in his voice as he looks you over, holding you up and in place any time you try to move.

“Yunho…” Your sentence falls off as you look at him. Everything in the room except for him is spinning, and suddenly your vision becomes blurred. Your body starts to feel light and tingly. Am I about to pass out? You think to yourself. From what little is left you can see, Yunho’s eyes shift from concerned to dark and sinister. 

“I can’t allow you to leave Y/N.”

“Yunho…what did you…?” Next thing you know, he has you spun around, and you feel him grab your wrists and tug them together. Yunho leans in towards your neck and whispers in your ear.

“Perhaps I put a little something in your drink to help you stay longer.”

“Wha…” None of this making any sense due to your body practically shutting down at this point.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Yunho places his spare hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, and not too long after that, he feels your body go limp against him. The drink has taken full effect now. Yunho quietly sings to himself, in his deeper register...

 “Baby, it’s cold outside~.”

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[jweekgoji]

psst

if u have time pls do a continuation of the Yandere d-16 and reader but somehow he finds the reader when he’s Megatron and this time HE tops

Yandere!Megatron/Reader [TFO]

tw: ROBOTS sexxx (minors don't read please), possesive behavior, mentions of jealousy, brief violence/threats, biting, word count: ~1,2k additional tags: dom!Megatron, sub!reader, decepticon!reader, idol!reader, cybertronian!reader. a/n: it's not like /megs/ finds reader here but the other way around (ig) hehe.

The news of the sudden death of Sentinel Prime had reached you suddenly. Another ordinary, simple day, as it seemed back then. You were used to living in comfort and coziness, after all, from the moment you were born, you were special. At least, you couldn't help but feel that way in a privileged society.

Now, thinking about it, a feeling of pity and wrongness overwhelms your thoughts. It was no surprise that those who were unlucky enough to be born with t-cog had no choice but to dedicate their entire existence for the greater good of your entire race.

Standing humbly behind the decepticon leader's back, you only gave a silent glance in his direction. How much had he managed to endure? What exactly did he have witnessed that day when he went from an obedient and shy D-16 to...

“Why are you still here?” a deep, gravelly voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts.

For a moment, you didn't know what to answer. Was it that important? No, you never noticed him asking the same question to the others.

“To fight alongside you, Megatron,” you quickly replied, your arms kept hidden behind your back, like a well-trained soldier.

A soft, almost inaudible huff escaped from his lips as he shook his helm in mild frustration. He slowly turned around to bore his own red optics into yours. Weren't they orange? You didn't recall.

“That's not what I asked you,” Megatron narrowed his optics, his gaze still as stern. “You know what I'm talking about.”

You tilted your helm down, as if in submission or simply unable to maintain eye contact with him. Either way, an ominous feeling of regret continued to grow inside you, despite how often you tried convincing yourself that it was never your fault.

Funny, isn't it? It seemed like a while ago, here were the two of you right next to each other. His smaller, so small but never fragile frame, was so tender in your servos.

The chassis was completely tarnished in little bruises and scratches, yet it was always a pleasure to gently run your servo over the surface of the silver metal, feeling how the mech beneath you could only bite his fist in a desperate attempt to not make a single sound.

But now, everything seems so different, strange perhaps, but at the same time in its own way familiar. Above you now is a different person; to deny that would be foolish, if not pointless.

The frame is wider, much bigger, than you can remember. The chassis is now peppered with a lot of scars after numerous battles in which you can only feel sorry for every opponent he's faced. All stained in energon, the pink liquid slowly oozing out to smear your own frame. You know it doesn't belong to him.

“Mine, you're all mine,” his servo tightening around your wrists, pinning them both above your helm.

Megatron's heavy breathing made a pleasant shiver run along your spine, and almost instinctively, you pressed your hips against his own.

Everything felt so hot now, so suffocating, that you were barely hanging on to keep from passing out. His chassis only pressed you down further, taking away any chance you had of escaping.

You wish you could tell him so much now. That now, all in his power, you would have never dared to leave him at a moment like this. You would take whatever he would choose to give you, even though he was still inexperienced with controlling his own power.

The thoughts of the past fight gave Megatron no relief. It seemed that the more he focused on the past, the more he wanted to lash out with all of his pent-up anger at you. And you would take it, wouldn't you? You'd always come back and beg for more.

His servo squeezes your thigh, stroking and massaging, then, moves only lower to forcefully spread your legs. Your interface panel was open long ago, presenting him your soaking wet port. Getting off on this as much as he is, what a freaking pathetic duo you both are. That is why you have always been perfect for him, he thinks.

With a rough thrust, Megatron buries his spike inside you to a halt; the way you squeeze around him, writhing in pain and pleasure, is a godlike sight for him. Primus, he should have done that a long, long time ago. If only he wasn't so meek and weak-willed back then, but now he's thankful for it.

He lets out a low, guttural growl as he slams his hips against yours once again, receiving a soft whine. A small, still sensible part of him restrains himself to ruin your body more. That deep-rooted care and desire, genuine love, still makes him act all soft with you. It tells him to leave more kisses, to shower you in that love and care he grew for you for cycles from only observing.

Megatron grits his teeth at the thought. Acting soft and weak already cost him enough suffering in the past. Making the same mistakes again will only show off how little he changed since that day...

He tastes the energon on his glossa, leaving a cold, wet trail of saliva on your neck, only to be followed by a sudden bite, which makes you gasp in surprise.

It was a miracle that no one had entered the room by that time, with none of you trying to hide your gasps and moans from the potential listeners. Perhaps, they already found out; even Starscream, with how often he comes here to complain and grumble about everything, doesn't dare to bother Megatron at the moment of raw need, adrenaline rushing through the whole frame.

Your soft moans are music to Megatron's mind. Every single time you let out his name, breathlessly asking for more, only makes him pepper your neck in wet kisses, more of those bleeding marks forever marking your body. That is how it should be, how it always should have been. You underneath him, so beautiful and perfect, and the most important, this way everyone will know that you are his.

He had grown tired of competing for your attention since when he was a miner. Every day of hard work, daydreaming about you, of you finally noticing him instead of attending another race, with countless of other Iaconians showing their love for you. He would not make any more mistakes.

His, his and only.

“If you ever think of leaving me,” Megatron leans his helm closer to you, burying your face into the crook of your neck. “I will find and kill you with my own servos.”

What you said to him that day never left the mind of the leader of the decepticons. And it seemed that from that moment on, your relationship with each other took on a very different direction.y

Who knew that the threat of your own execution by no one else, but Megatron, would sound so hot to you?

[hyunnielix]

bet u wanna. | h.h

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'Bet you're reminiscing I bet you hate the way that you said goodbye'

— hyunjin x (f) reader

— word count: 4.6k (unedited)

— genre: non-idol au, artist!hyunjin, second chance romance. dance coach!reader

— warning's: softDom!Hyunjin, praise kink. Oral (f receiving). Fluff. Body worship pretty much at this point. He's insanely in love and touch starved. paint is involved. This whole chapter is pretty much smut. y'all have been waiting for this one!

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The kiss, once soft and apprehensive, transformed into something unrecognizable—hungry, revealing a longing that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. It was as if the barriers you both carefully constructed over time crumbled immediately.

You shrugged off your coat, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, the sound of fabric crumpling almost unnoticed in the heat of the moment. Your hand reached for the underside of his jaw, fingers trembling slightly as you cupped his face.

Hyunjin's intensity could ignite the very walls of the room. His touch was gentle but insistent, his hands trailing down your body with appreciation, like each inch of you was something sacred he must rediscover. Every soft caress, every brush of his fingertips against your skin felt like an apology, a confession of how much he regretted the years apart.

You whimpered, your hands gripping his biceps as his lips found the curve of your neck. He paused, his breath hot against your skin. "I should have never left you," Hyunjin murmured, his voice rough with emotion, his hands shaking slightly as they moved over you.

The words sent a jolt through your chest, stirring something deep inside you that had been dormant for too long. His mouth returned to yours, desperate now, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you— the feeling of you.

You couldn't help but lean into his touch, every press of his pouty lips and trailing hands sent a wave of heat through you. "Hyune..." you whispered, the sound of his name escaping your lips like a prayer. You felt him stiffen at the sound, as if your voice alone could bind him to you in ways he hadn't thought possible. He responded with a groan, pressing his forehead against yours, his fingers still tracing the curve of your spine.

You trailed your fingers under his jacket, the fabric smooth beneath your touch as you pushed it off his shoulders. The jacket slipped off easily, landing with a soft thud on the wooden floor.

Hyunjin stood before you. Fixed on your lips, his gaze was dark and filled with something that made your breath catch. His hands slid down your sides, firm yet tender. His voice was low and husky, breaking the silence, “Wrap your legs around me."

You hesitated for only a heartbeat before complying. His hands found their way beneath your thighs, firm but gentle as he lifted you effortlessly. Your breath hitched, heart pounding as you curled your legs around his waist. You let out a soft gasp, gripping his shoulders for balance. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt as he carried you toward the kitchen bench.

Your noses brushed and his lips hovered just a breath away from yours. The tension coiled tighter in your chest, the air between you electric, charged with a yearning neither of you could deny. His every step, deliberate and steady.

The cool surface of his kitchen bench met your back as he set you down, but the sensation was quickly overshadowed. His hands never left you, one bracing your lower back while the other caressed your hip, fingers splayed as though he wanted to memorize the feel of you beneath his palm.

His lips found yours with an urgency that stole your breath, his hands cupping your face before sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, fingers threading through his dark hair. His groan was low and guttural, the sound vibrating against your lips and making your toes curl.

You shifted slightly, desperate to get closer and your elbow accidentally knocked a jar of paint perched on the edge of the counter. The lid popped off, covering the countertop with a vivid maroon before it tumbled completely on the floor. The sound startled you, breaking the kiss as you pulled back, your gaze darting to the mess. "Oh, shit."

Hyunjin’s breathless laugh drew your attention back to him. His forehead rested against yours, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “I’ll clean it up later,” he said, his voice rich with affection.

"Okay," you whispered against him. His hands roamed over your midriff, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath your loose tank top, sending shivers across your skin.

One hand found its way to the small of your back, where his thumb gently traced the curve of your spine. His other hand tilted your chin, drawing your eyes to his. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his gaze burning with sincerity.

The words undid you. You pulled him closer, your lips finding his again, your body arching into his touch. His hands moved back to your thighs, gripping you with a mixture of urgency and care as he pressed against you, his breath hot against your skin. The world around you—the paint-streaked counter, the chaos of spilled color—faded into insignificance. There was only him, his touch and warm kisses.

“Hyunjin,” you breathed against his lips, the sound a mix of plea and confession. His lips brushed against your temple before finding yours again, sealing the moment with passion that spoke louder than words ever could.

His fingers trailed down to your navel, brushing teasingly against your gym shorts. You lifted your hips off the bench, just enough for him to shimmy the material down. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling your shorts and lace panties off in one smooth gesture.

He knelt before you, his hands gliding slowly up and down your legs. "My pretty girl's so needy for me." His lips hovered over your skin, each kiss he pressed to your thighs slow and deliberate.

His fingers traced lazy patterns, the gentle touch making your breath hitch. When he finally reached the center of your need, he paused, looking up at you with a gaze so intense it made your chest ache. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly, his hands sliding beneath you, lifting your hips just enough so that you were completely at his mercy.

And then he began.

The first touch of his mouth was tentative, almost exploratory, but it didn’t take long for him to find a rhythm that left you gasping. His tongue moved with a skill that made your head fall back against the bench, each stroke deliberate and precise, as though he were painting a masterpiece. Hyunjin's grip on your hips tightened, holding you steady as your body began to arch involuntarily beneath him. His nose bumped against your clit, his movements sloppy and starved.

“Hyune,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure coursed through you. He groaned at your touch, the sound vibrating against your skin and sending a fresh surge of heat through your veins.

Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck, was a symphony of sensation, building a crescendo that left you breathless. His name fell from your lips again and again, a broken mantra that only seemed to spur him on, his mouth moving with more urgency, more desperation.

His large hands, splayed on your thighs, gripped you toward him, sliding you along the counter. Your arms, braced against the countertop for balance gave way as he devoured you. Your head fell back instinctively, your fingers curling into fists against the smooth surface as wave after wave of sensation crashed over you.

It wasn’t just his touch—it was the emotion behind it, the raw hunger of three years’ worth of yearning. Three years of missed chances and unspoken confessions all culminating in this single, unrestrained moment. Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, spoke volumes of everything he had held back for so long.

"Hyune, I-I can't feels too good." You whined, unable to restrain your moans and noises.

His grip on your thighs tightened, his fingertips digging slightly into your skin as if anchoring himself to you. The strength in his hands, the way they seemed to claim you, left you reeling. It was as though he was afraid you might slip away again, vanish from his grasp before he could show you just how deeply he needed you.

You couldn’t help the broken sound that escaped your lips. His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and intense, his face framed by the strands of his hair that had fallen loose. "All mine."

"Always has been," You breathed out, recalling his earlier words.

When he resumed, it was with an unrelenting fervor, his mouth moving against you with purpose and precision. The room seemed to blur around you, the tension coiling in your core growing tighter and tighter. When your body began to tremble, he slowed just enough to prolong the moment, his hands sliding up to intertwine with yours as he continued his worship.

You finally snapped and loud gasps escaped you. The world slowly came back into focus and you found him still holding you, his forehead pressed gently against your thigh. The warmth of his hands, still steady on your legs. He pressed a final kiss to the inside of your thigh before resting his cheek there, his breathing ragged but his expression tender. “Just as good as I remember,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

You reached for his shirt, fingers trembling slightly as you grasped the fabric and tugged him upward. His body obeyed, fluid and eager, until his face was level with yours. Your eyes flickered downward, catching the evidence of your release glistening on his lips. Heat pooled in your cheeks, before your gaze snapped back to his face.

His hair was a beautiful mess, onyx strands falling haphazardly across his forehead, framing his flushed features. The faint blush dusting his cheeks was a striking contrast to the hunger still lingering in his eyes, an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His lips, slightly swollen and glistening, parted as though he was about to speak, but no words came.

His hands slid to your waist, fingers firm and grounding, steadying you. Your grip on his shirt tightened, pulling him impossibly closer. Before you could second-guess the impulse, you leaned forward. Your tongue flicked across his bottom lip, tasting the lingering saltiness of yourself on him. A small gasp escaped his lips as you followed with gentle, teasing sucks.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, his response immediate. His hands tightened on your waist, guiding you forward, erasing any remaining distance. You could feel the tension in his touch, the restraint he was barely holding onto, and it only spurred you on.

“Don’t tease,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a deep, strained rasp, but you only smiled against his mouth, your kisses featherlight and infuriatingly slow.

“I thought you liked patience,” you whispered, your words taunting, and he chuckled lowly, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Not now,” he replied, his tone thick with yearning.

The paint-streaked countertop and chaos of the kitchen became an afterthought as the warmth of his body pressed into yours. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath.

“We—should move. Bedroom,” You murmured between stolen kisses, your words muffled as you trailed your lips along his jaw.

"Whose the impatient one now?" Hyunjin teased, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. He wrapped his hand around your throat, brushing his thumb gently against your skin.

You rolled your eyes, even as your pulse quickened. “And you’re too busy talking when you could be doing something.”

His brow arched, his grin widening. “Oh, I’m doing something, trust me.” He leaned in, his lips grazing the corner of your mouth, deliberately slow.

Touché. You huffed, trying to tug him closer with your legs around his waist. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, and your legs dangled off the counter, a frown tugging at your lips.

“Impossible?” He leant back on purpose. “You’re the one who can’t wait to get me to the bedroom.”

Your cheeks burnt, but you refused to back down. “Because I know what I want, Hyunjin.”

Your hands glided up his chest, the fabric of his shirt warm and soft beneath your fingers as you let them linger, teasingly tracing the defined lines of his body. A small pout formed on your lips, the realization dawning on you that there were still too many layers.

His laugh was low and teasing as he adjusted his hold on you, pulling you tighter against him. “Then tell me,” he murmured, his breath warm against your neck, “exactly what it is you want.”

“Not here,” you managed, your voice a little breathless as his lips grazed your jawline. “The bed.”

“Ah,” he murmured, his tone mockingly thoughtful as he shifted you higher in his arms. “The bed."

Your legs slid down from around his waist and his hand found yours, pulling you from the counter. Together, you fumbled through the small space, down the hall to his room. It wasn’t graceful—your hip bumped into the edge of the counter, and his foot grazed a chair leg, sending it skidding across the floor—but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

The hallway felt endless, both of you pausing every few steps to press against the wall, to kiss with renewed fervor, hands exploring skin and fabric, his warm palms cupping your ass, your fingers trailing down the curve of his neck. By the time you reached his bedroom door, you were both breathless, laughter bubbling up between you as he struggled to turn the handle without letting go of you.

“I forgot how terrible you are at multitasking,” you teased, your voice light despite the tension coiling in your chest.

“And you’re not helping,” he retorted, his smile lighting up his face even as his lips found yours again, silencing any further protests. "I'll always be clumsy around my favourite girl."

Finally, the door swung open, and you stumbled inside together. The bed, only a few steps away. His sock caught on the edge of the rug, nearly sending him sprawling, and your elbow knocked into a stack of books on his nightstand, toppling them to the floor with a thud.

When you both landed on the bed, the laughter spilled over, breaking through the haze of passion. He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him, and you collapsed onto his chest, your giggles mixing with his. The sound filled the room, light and unrestrained, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, tangled together, laughing at the absurdity of your own impatience.

“I feel like we’re in a bad rom-com,” you managed between breaths, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

“Hey,” he replied, mock affronted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. “This is pure romance, thank you very much. Paint-streaked and clumsy, but still romantic.”

You shook your head, smiling down at him, and his expression softened, the laughter fading into something deeper. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “God, it should be illegal for someone to be this pretty,” he said, his voice quieter now.

Your fingers ghosted over the fabric of his shirt, teasingly brushing against his stomach as he leaned back, his arms casually resting behind his head. There was an ease to his posture, but his eyes betrayed something deeper, following your every movement.

You hooked your fingers under the hem of his shirt and began to lift it, your movements deliberate. The fabric bunched under your hands, revealing the sculpted lines of his abs, firm and glistening faintly in the dim light. A small, involuntary smile crept onto your lips as you paused to admire him. He’d been working out—more than a little, it seemed.

"You seem to be a masterpiece yourself, Jiniret," you murmured, your voice a mix of teasing and awe.

His lips twitched into a playful smirk, but the warmth in his gaze softened the moment. “Takes one to know one."

He paused, his movements deliberate as he gripped the hem of his shirt from you and tugged it off in one smooth motion. The fabric slid over his head effortlessly, revealing his toned chest and shoulders. His hair was mussed, strands falling perfectly into place, and his eyes darkened as they met yours.

Without breaking eye contact, his hands found your waist. His thumbs brushed against your sides, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You slid onto his lap to straddle his waist. Your hands settled on his shoulders, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles as you steadied yourself. Slowly, you reached for the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head and discarding it beside you.

Left in just your zip-up sports bra, you felt his gaze linger, not with hunger but as though he couldn’t quite believe you were here with him. His hands slid higher, resting just under your ribs, his thumbs brushing against skin.

You gasped as he bucked his hips. He rolled over, pinning your wrists to the bed. His touch, once apprehensive, now became more sure, more eager, as if he was rediscovering something he had lost. His hands roamed over you, as though he was relearning every curve, every dip, every inch of your body that had once been so familiar, so perfectly his.

His eyes, dark with longing, traced the lines of your form. "You feel just as perfect as I remember," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He sighed, a deep, contented sound that made your heart race. "I missed this. I missed you. I missed how you fit against me."

His hand hesitated, hovering just above the zipper of your sports bra. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers grasped the small metal tab, the tension in the air thick enough to make your breath catch.

You held perfectly still, your chest rising and falling in anticipation as the zipper began to slide downward, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet of the room. His eyes never left yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.

The fabric parted gradually, exposing your skin inch by inch to the cool air and his heated gaze. You felt your pulse quicken. His touch was light and as he gently pushed the material aside, his fingertips brushing against your bare skin.

"Such pretty tits. Been missing these for some time." He cupped your breasts. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to trace a warm, wet line across your chest before his lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking gently.

"Hyune, as much as I—" you began, but your words dissolved into a sharp gasp as he bit down ever so lightly, the pleasurable sting drawing a soft cry from your lips.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a cheeky grin lighting up his face. "Distracted already?" he teased, his voice low and his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hyunjin," you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of impatience and desire, "I need you. Please."

You felt him shift against you until he stood at the edge of the bed. His movements were hurried, hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. The soft clink of metal echoed in the quiet room, followed by the rustle of fabric.

You sat up slightly, your breath hitching as he shimmied out of his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, the garments pooling at his feet. Your gaze traveled down his body, lips parting involuntarily.

His hardened length stood, flushed and glistening at the tip. The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine, your own desire pooling low in your abdomen.

He crawled to you, his body pressing into yours, and you couldn’t help but melt. Every part of you seemed to respond to him, to the way his hands caressed your skin to the way you arched into him.

"You were always perfect for me," he breathed, his lips moving down to your neck, the warm, soothing caress of his mouth sending shivers down your spine. "No one else ever came close. No one ever felt the way you do. I didn’t realize what I was missing until I was without you." His hands slid down your body, brushing over your thighs, and you gasped as he gently lifted you, positioning you carefully, mindful of the scar and your spine. "I’m not letting you go again, not like before," he whispered, his voice soft yet insistent.

You wrapped your arms around him, drawing him closer, feeling how his body molded perfectly against yours. His touch, so familiar and warm, was a balm to the ache that had been there for so long. "You still fit with me, don’t you?" he asked, his words almost a question.

You whined in response, and his hands moved to your hips, adjusting your position. Hyunjin's hands were steady as he carefully adjusted a pillow beneath your hips, lifting you just enough to ensure your back was supported. His gaze softened as it traveled over your face, a silent question in his eyes, making sure you were comfortable. The tenderness of the moment tugged at your chest, and you nodded, your breath catching in anticipation.

“You okay?” he whispered, his voice laced with tenderness.

“Perfect,” you murmured, your fingers brushing against his warm cheek.

You felt him then, the weight and heat of him as he aligned himself with your entrance. The sensation sent a shiver through your body, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you. Hyunjin paused, his tip pressing gently against you, his dark eyes locking with yours.

“Slow,” he promised, his voice soothing against the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.

And then he pushed forward, a gradual, unhurried motion that made you gasp softly. The stretch was both intense and overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and yearning that had you curling your toes. Hyunjin leaned closer, his hands finding yours, intertwining your fingers as he continued.

“Baby, you're so tight,” he breathed, his voice breaking slightly as he moved deeper, filling you completely. "Need to be stretched out good again hmm?" A low groan rumbled from his chest as he stilled, buried deep within you, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness. His breath mingled with yours, warm and shaky, as you both took in the intensity of the moment.

“Mm’ so full,” you murmured, your words spilling out.

His eyes flickered open at your confession, a spark of something primal igniting in their depths. Without a word, his hand trailed down between your bodies, his palm pressing gently against your abdomen. The sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through you, and a moan slipped from your lips as he applied the slightest bit of pressure.

“You feel that?” he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly, filled with awe. “That’s me.”

Hyunjin’s free hand slid up, his fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your throat. A pant escaped your lips, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a dizzying heat pooled in your core. You opened your eyes, locking onto his, and what you saw in them made your breath hitch—a perfect mix of adoration and unrestrained hunger.

You arched instinctively toward him, craving more of his touch. His other hand gripped your waist, anchoring you in place as his hips rolled into yours with deliberate, intoxicating slowness.

He smirked, leaning down until his lips ghosted over your ear. “You like that?” he teased, his breath warm against your skin. “The way I make you feel?”

You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. His hand at your throat shifted, his thumb brushing gently against the hollow of your neck, soothing yet commanding all at once.

Your head fell back against the pillow as he moved again, his hips rolling into yours with an unrelenting, measured rhythm. The thrusts were deep and precise, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Jinnie,” you gasped, clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. The stretch, the fullness, the way he moved—it was almost too much and you didn't want him to stop.

He grinned against your jaw, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there. “My pretty girl… taking me so well.”

His body moved against yours as if he couldn’t get enough of you—of the way you fit together like puzzle pieces. You felt his heart pounding against yours, his breath quickening while he traced every inch of you, as though he was savoring every moment of being this close to you again.

He kissed you fiercely, deeply, like he needed to make sure you were real, that this was happening, that you were here, with him.

And you couldn't help but respond, feeling the same overwhelming yearning, the same need. Your body ached for him, for the connection you once shared, for the way he made you feel complete. No one else could ever come close to what you shared, and in this moment, in his arms, you knew that the past—no matter how much it hurt—had led you both here. And with him, you belonged.

One hand found its way to the small of your back, where his thumb gently traced the curve of your spine. He paused, fingers lingering on the scar there, and you stiffened instinctively. But his other hand tilted your chin, drawing your eyes to his. "You're everything I’ve ever wanted," he breathed against your lips, his hands moving lower, caressing you like he was memorizing your skin. "You have no idea how much I regret not being here with you, how much I wish I could go back and make things right." He kissed you deeply, passionately, as though every word, every apology, could be sealed with the fire of his touch.

He rolled his hips, each movement deliberate, slow, and deep, drawing a gasp from your lips with every thrust. His arms caged you beneath him, strong and unyielding. Your fingers clawed at his back.

“I’m sorry," he whispered again, this time with more force. "I should have been here. I should have fought harder for us.” His fingers were gentle as they traced the scar along your body, and you gasped softly, the memory of the pain flooding back. But his touch was nothing like that. It was tender, careful, almost worshipful. "I won’t let that be a part of us anymore. I won’t let it define us."

His words, the softness of his touch, the weight of everything he was offering—his regret, his love, his unspoken apologies—filled you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. His hands found your hips again, pulling you closer.

“I’ll never let you go again,” Hyunjin groaned, the sound low and guttural, as his hips stilled deep inside you. His chest rose and fell heavily against yours, and you could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat echoing your own. He dipped his head, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, “Not like before. I’ll stay, Y/N. I’ll stay, if you’ll have me. Now let go for me pretty, I'm here.”

Your legs began to tremble, the intensity coursing through your body like waves crashing against the shore. You buried your face into the crook of his neck. Your breaths came in short, desperate bursts as you nuzzled into his skin, seeking solace, though your emotions threatened to overflow. You weren’t sure if the tears pooling in your eyes were from the unbearable pleasure or the weight of his words.

Then, the words tumbled from your lips—a confession you had been too terrified to voice. "I want you to stay."

[Tag List] @nujeskz @myfavoritedelusion

[usagiumiko3]

reader x vampire!sylus

a/n: I saw a lot of people talking on tiktok about how nice it would be to have an event with vampires, and this scene came to my mind

tw: blood, bloodthirst, vampiric corruption, and a looot of tension

His arm unyielding beneath your desperate grip, reminding you of his unnatural strength. Clutching at it, your strength waning as his lips remain pressed to your throat, drawing deeply.

The edges of the room blurring as the rhythm of your pulse slows with each draw. A small sound escapes you, a soft, plaintive whimper, the weight of the moment surrendering as your head rests back against his shoulder, you can no longer resist.

A ham of dark satisfaction low in his throat, vibrating against your skin, only heightens the tension within you.

Anchoring his hand at your waist, he withdraws, his lips lingering, not wanting to break contact. Your crimson essence glistering upon his mouth, his dark ruby eyes fixed upon you, shimmering with hunger and something primal that makes you tremble.

With a predator's grace, he tilts his head, and his tongue passes over the small punctured wound he left upon your neck. The faint sting is replaced by a soothing sensation.

Leaning further into his frame, your limbs betray you. The sanctuary of his arms makes it impossible to focus on anything else.

"Careful, my dear..." he murmurs, his voice rich and low, lips curled in a faint smirk.

One of his hands moves upward, threading through your hair, fingers weaving gently. At he strange comfort, your eyelids flutter shut.

"You're utterly intoxicating..." a cool breath caresses your ear, as his whispered words escape his lips. ".. I could keep you like this forever. " he tightens his grip at your waist, his fingers tracing patterns against the fabric of your clothes.

"You're not afraid anymore, sweet one?"

Weakly squeezing his arm is the only response you can give, your fingertips brushing against the muscle beneath his sleeves.

Inhaling sharply at the graced touch, his composure falters for a fraction. "Your heart betrays you..."

Too hypnotized by him, you don't realize when his hand descends towards yours and gently captures it. Bringing it to his cold lips, feeling your pulse, thruming beneath your skin, your heavy lids opening slightly.

"Do you feel it, sweet one? The way it sings for me?"

The rhythm of your pulse quickens beneath his lips, a desperate drumbeat against his hunger. Though you are powerless, an undeniable warmth coils inside.

When his fangs sink into your flesh, it is almost gentle, a sensation that sends a jolt through your body rather than pain. The possessiveness of his fingers wrapped around your wrist, combined with the blur that alters your vision, equals in the faint strangled moan that escapes your lips.

When he pulls away, you are left trembling, your strength entirely dependent on him. His tongue darts out to lick the remnants of blood from his lips as his eyes rake over you.

He pulls you closer, your faces hovering inches away from each others, your flushed skin brushed by his cool breath.

"Stay with me."

"Stay.. with you?" The words fall from your lips, barely audible, coated with exhaustion and a haze of desire that clouds your mind.

"Yes" his voice deepening, "Be mine, utterly and completely. You will never be cold, nor hungry. You will never know loneliness again..." the tenderness of his fingers brushing against your cheek, hides the predatory instincts within him.

A faint hitch escapes your just parted lips. His gaze averting to your mouth, and so, the last strings of his restrains crumble. He presses his lips to yours, the kiss slow at first, a claiming rather than a plea.

A low growl vibrates from him, as his hand tangles in your hair and the kiss deepens. His fangs graze your bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.

"Say it" a whisper of slight desperation breaks out of him against your mouth. "Say that you are mine."

Your breath falters and your gaze rises to meet his. "I am yours" , your whisper carrying your fragile corrupted will.

Triumph flashes in his eyes as he kisses you again, harder this time, his hands shoots out and roam over your body with an unquestionably possessiveness on the one he owns now.

And so you knew…

…he will never let you go.

[pilanthitasanilaphat]

Pluto is meant to be about two women experiencing a softness and a safety with each other that they never dared dream possible. Like, May imagined a life with Oom, her rescuer, but it was never so warm, so fulfilling as what she experiences with Ai-Oon, her true first love. She can't conceive of it because she's been constantly abused, that level of comfort and feeling like a person is her home wouldn't be fathomable. And, though Aioon's abuse is differently experienced, she has always felt a deep lack of affection. Something that May immediately lavishes her with. Kisses are not the only way to express affection. In fact, OonMay's affection runs so deep that even just their soft moments of holding each other or eating ice cream together are so tender that it's heady. The bathtub scene, let me cook for you scene, the choosing each other's outfits scene... Everything builds up to them finally letting the tension snap but it's in their softness that they find safety and love in each other. The kisses and lovemaking are just the culmination and expression of that. We need all their moments to understand what choosing each other for real really means to both of them.

[margeoww]

Under the Stars

back to my main masterlist

pairing: lewis hamilton x gf!reader

summary: after a successful race weekend, you and Lewis Hamilton share a quiet, intimate dinner away from the chaos. In each other’s company, everything feels perfect—just the two of you, the soft glow of candles, and the unspoken connection that has only grown stronger over time.

warnings: romance, suggestive content, established relationship

The night had fallen over the city, the stars glimmering above as the world seemed to settle into a peaceful silence. The weekend had been filled with the intensity of racing, but now, it was just you and him. After all the excitement, all the crowds, the media, and the chaos, this moment felt like a breath of fresh air.

You sat at the restaurant table, watching as Lewis, already dressed in a sleek, dark suit, adjusted the collar of his shirt. His signature charm was evident even in these quieter moments. His easy smile, the glint of mischief in his eyes, and that unmistakable presence that could never be ignored. But tonight, it wasn’t about the champion sitting in front of you. It was just him. Lewis. The man you had come to know and love.

He caught your gaze and grinned. —You look beautiful, as always. —he said, his voice low, warm, and filled with affection.

You smiled back, feeling the familiar flutter in your chest. You had been together for some time now, and yet, every time he looked at you like that, it still made your heart race. —Thank you. —you replied, reaching for your wine glass.

—You’ve made this weekend worth it. —he continued, his tone playful but sincere. —And after all the stress, I’m just happy to be here with you.

—You’ve had a hell of a week. You deserve a break. —you replied, your eyes softening. You had seen the weight of the weekend on his shoulders, the pressure of it all, but now, the world was quiet. It was just the two of you, alone in the calm.

Dinner arrived, and the two of you spoke about everything and nothing. Conversations flowed with ease, about past races, future plans, silly inside jokes, and dreams for the future. The atmosphere around you was intimate, just as it had been from the moment you first met. Every touch, every glance, felt natural, like no one else in the world mattered.

The night seemed to stretch on forever in the best way possible.

As the main course was cleared and dessert arrived, Lewis shifted in his seat, his eyes never leaving you. His hand found yours across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. His touch was familiar, comforting, and the connection between you both seemed to spark with every soft brush of his skin against yours.

—Is it just me… —he said softly, —or has this been the perfect night?

You chuckled, looking down at your entwined hands before meeting his gaze. —It’s perfect. Because it’s with you.

Lewis leaned closer, his free hand reaching up to caress your face, his thumb lightly tracing your cheekbone. His touch was tender, as if he was savoring the moment. —I love this. —he murmured. —Just you and me, no distractions. No one else around.

Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity in his voice. You had always loved how he could shift from playful and teasing to deeply sincere in the blink of an eye. Tonight, though, you could tell he was feeling something more. Something deeper.

—You’re my home. —you whispered, your voice just above a breath. The words were simple, but they feel like everything.

He smiled softly, his lips curving up in that way you loved. —And you’re mine.

Lewis’s gaze dropped to your lips, and you felt the heat of his gaze like a physical pull. He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull back if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You never did. The moment his lips met yours, it was like the world around you ceased to exist. There was no racing, no crowds, no interviews. Just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your connection.

The kiss was soft at first, slow and lingering, a moment of pure intimacy. But as the seconds ticked by, the intensity of it deepened. His hand slid from your face to your neck, pulling you closer, while you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. The taste of him, the feel of him against you, made your head spin, and you could feel his heartbeat match yours in the rhythm of the kiss.

He broke away just enough to whisper, his breath warm against your lips. —I want you to know something.

—Anything. —you breathed, your voice thick with desire, but also with a sense of calm. You were safe here.

He looked into your eyes, his own dark and full of emotion. —I need you. More than just these moments. You’re everything to me.

You couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. —I feel the same way. —you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

The night stretched on as you both shared more than just kisses. You shared your thoughts, your feelings, and the quiet kind of love that made you feel as though everything had aligned perfectly. It wasn’t about grand gestures or big words; it was about this, the peace and the quiet, the moments that felt as though they were just for you two, the way the world could fade away when you were together.

By the time the evening came to an end, you both were reluctant to leave. But there was no rush. You knew that this connection, this love, was something that didn’t need to be hurried. It would always be there, just like him.

As you both left the restaurant hand-in-hand, the stars above twinkling like a reflection of your hearts, you knew this was more than just a perfect night. It was a perfect life. A life with him.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to Kiss: Metroplex

Shout out to my friend TBean for sending me a Hal900 fic that clearly inspired me. I also made a little reference to a First aid x Metroplex fic that I read awhile ago. If anyone knows of it, Please link me ToT

Metroplex loves when you read aloud to him. It could be a lonely experience as a living city, often forgotten by its residents. It had been no surprise when the news of first contact reached Metroplex, and he requested to meet one of these humans. Being brought into a city, only to be told the city is who wanted to meet you had been an eye opener to just how big Cybertronians could be.

Introducing yourself to a nearly empty room had felt odd and Scamper, an extension of Metroplex, had been offered as a way to adjust. The autonomous troops had made the transition easy once you understood they were simultaneously separate and connected to the Titan. The giant of few words surprised his fellow Autobots with how chatty he was with you. Requests from both of you for visits were frequent, leading to your placement as Ambassador to him and the bots that resided within. Now you lived inside him, and reminded yourself not to word it like that cause it sounded wrong on so many levels.

Friendship blossomed into a crush on what was essentially a faceless living city. Sure, other bots told you he could transform and indeed had a face, but it was very unlikely you would ever see it. The Titan typically remaining dormant. How could you explain to other humans how long conversations about history and reading aloud led to such feelings. Perhaps Cybertronians would better understand. Or not. You keep this crush to yourself, content in being an ambassador. Between you and the Titan, Ambassador was just a fancy way to say friend.

The command center-like space was empty save for you and some observation drones. His brain took up the middle of the room, surrounded by different panels and screens. Some for communication, some for... you weren't going to try and guess. It was a place you were commonly found, performing "ambassador duties". Sitting on one of these empty panels and speaking or like today, reading to him. Metroplex would sometimes interrupt, asking you to explain a concept or word that did not translate well.

"My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." You pause to take a breath and Metroplex interrupts.

"What is a kiss?" The voice has no origin, but you can feel it around you. that had taken more time than the rest to get used to. Voices from nowhere.

Explaining things very rarely gave you reason to pause, but this time you hold the open book to your mouth, thinking, feeling cheeks warm as you stall.

"A kiss is a form of affection. Pressing lips together. Like a hug of the mouths." Hugging had been something you explained somewhat recently after he witnessed you and another human hug in greeting. The fact these being, so similar in the value of relationships and connections, had such different ways of expressing it. His auto-troop, Scramble, stood in as a body to demonstrate a hug, and was promptly put to use hugging other autobots. The troops often hugged you when bumping into each other around the Titan's internal routes. You were never sure if it was their own actions or his. Not that you minded. They were always careful with you.

Metroplex often asked for demonstrations, so it was no surprise when the voice, almost timidly, asks for a demonstration of a kiss. Six-gun was nearby, seemingly on standby. Waiting for your answer. Calling out to the bot, he steps closer and kneels to your level. Six-Gun had a permanent battle mask, so you think for a moment.

"Well… Something acceptable between friends is a cheek kiss. In some cultures it is even a common greeting." A small peck to the side of his battle mask. Taking a few steps, you kiss the other side. It felt like kissing a friend.

The visor of Six-Gun lights up, "Well hello to you too!" The extension of Metroplex bumps his battle mask into you gently. A mimicry of your own greeting kiss. You give a smile, and a pat to his face before he moves off again. A quick simple lesson.

"You know Metroplex, I don't feel like I gave you a kiss." You comment as you sit back down, grabbing the book. It was a thought that slipped out.

"Please elaborate."

"It didn't feel like I gave you a kiss. It felt like I kissed Six-gun," Tapping your fingers on the book, rereading the line that made him ask. "I'm not sure where I could even give you a kiss unless you transform." You tried to picture how big he would be. First aid had once told you he was able to stand on the glass over the Titans optics. You would be ant sized!

"The main panel beside you." He speaks after a moment of thought.

You glance over and see a panel that differs from the others. It had never stood out to you before, full of the same buttons and lights everywhere, save for the large one in the center.

"it is a direct interface." He explains, sensing your questioning, "Typically used by my Autonomous troops and drones. Sometimes city speakers."

You slip down from your perch and onto the one indicated. Metroplex speaks again, the lights blinking in time with his words, "I am unsure how to better explain it, but similar to how I see and feel your movements inside of me, but with direct touch with the center."

"I see." Stepping carefully around the smaller lights and buttons, you make way to that center light and kneel in front of it. It pulsates steadily. Placing your hand on it causes the light to ripple. A warmth spreads upwards, the hairs on your arm sticking up.

"I feel you." His voice sounds closer, yet there is still no specific source. "Can you feel me?"

A pulse of light, a pulse of sensation up your arm. Barely there, like a spider crawling up. He was reaching back.

"I think so. Yes, yes I can feel you Metroplex." A sense of giddiness takes over you. You had interreacted with him through various proxies, but this was direct. As face to face as you thought you could be. "I feel you Metroplex."

The pulsing quickens. "I feel you."

The smile can't be helped. Neither can the giggling. "Hello friend."

"Hello friend."

You deduce that it is a sort of feedback loop, or connection. You can feel the edges of his mind. The pleasant curiosity he feels getting to observe you a new way, the glimmer of comfort he feels with you near. Would it be stronger if you were Cybertronian?

Could he feel how you felt about him?

"You are distressed." He states, as if reading your mind, "If it distresses you to kiss me, do not feel obligated."

The way Metroplex says it makes you laugh, "I don't feel obligated. I worry cause-" You run your palm across the glass, watching light follow the motion, "- I shouldn't kiss you. Not without telling you some things." He is silent, waiting for you to continue. "I like you MP."

"I enjoy your presence as well."

"More than friends Metro," You knew that Cybertronians had relationships and love in their own way, "I shouldn't kiss you when I feel this way. Not unless you want to."

"I do want to."

"I mean, feel the same way as me."

"I enjoy your presence greatly, y/n."

The light pulses quickly, and you look up at his brain. It's light, not a solid grasp but you feel it through the connection. A great affection, like a blossom. A reflection of your own heart.

"Oh. Oh!" It's followed by more giddiness as you lean closer. The pulsing quickens, like your own heart beat. Lips against the warm glass. Like the cheek kiss you gave Six-shot. A single chaste peck that leaves a slight smudge. You rub it away with your thumb, watching the light ripple from your touch. His own pulse is slower now.

"May I have another?"

Smiling, hands sliding over the glass, your kiss him again. Slower press of your lips. Followed by a burst of joy, your own and his. Tremors make you pull away, thinking your own excitement was the cause.

It was Metroplex.

His frame shaking, nothing violent, but very notable. Comms started going off, asking the Titan what was going on and if he was okay. You feel his embarrassment, replying to each one and sending out the all clear. You can't resist pressing another kiss to the panel.

[icrypop]

Oh my Love

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Domestic shorts with the boys on Christmas Eve

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Sylus

The Onychinus leader rarely indulged in domesticity, but tonight was different. His usually sharp demeanor softened as he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, assisting you with a clumsy attempt at baking cookies.

“Sylus,” you teased, smirking as he managed to get flour on his face. “You’re supposed to mix it, not attack it.”

His amber eyes narrowed playfully. “If your instructions weren’t as vague as your bedtime stories, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

You chuckled, stepping closer to wipe the flour off his cheek. His hand caught yours, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “I’m not much for holidays,” he murmured, his voice low. “But if they’re with you…” His lips ghosted over yours, making your heart flutter.

Later, you sat in front of a modest tree, wrapped in his arms as the fire crackled. His fingertips traced lazy patterns on your skin, and for once, the galaxy’s troubles felt light-years away.

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Xavier

Xavier's refined taste transformed your living room into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights, elegant garlands, and the perfect tree stood as his handiwork. “It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring his work.

“It pales in comparison to you,” Xavier replied, his silver hair catching the soft glow of the lights. He handed you a mug of hot cocoa and guided you to the couch.

You spent the evening wrapped in his arms, his soothing voice reading a classic Christmas story as snow fell outside. Every word felt like a melody, his love evident in every glance he gave you.

When the story ended, he tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, his smile as soft as the snowfall.

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Rafayel

Rafayel’s laugh echoed through the cabin as you threw another snowball his way. “You think you can take me down?” he teased, dodging with ease.

“Maybe!” you shot back, managing to land a hit on his chest. He feigned hurt, clutching his heart dramatically before rushing toward you.

Before you could escape, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you in a circle. You squealed, laughing as he fell back into the snow with you in tow.

Lying beside each other, gazing at the stars, Rafayel brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You make even the coldest nights warm,” he murmured. His lips found yours, the kiss both playful and tender.

Later, back inside, you sipped mulled wine by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with him. The mischievous glint in his eyes softened into something deeper as he held you close.

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Zayne

Zayne was surprisingly skilled at decorating, meticulously placing ornaments on the tree. “You’re such a perfectionist,” you teased, watching as he adjusted a bow for the third time.

“Details matter,” he replied, smirking. “Besides, I want this to be perfect for you.”

Once the tree was finished, he dimmed the lights, letting the soft glow of the decorations take center stage. He pulled you to the couch, where a cozy blanket and a platter of your favorite snacks awaited.

You leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat as a holiday movie played in the background. “I never thought I’d enjoy something this... domestic,” he admitted, his voice soft.

You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. “Guess I’m rubbing off on you.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple. “Merry Christmas, my heart,” he said, pulling you closer. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his love.

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[rootspiral]

hello! i’m thinking about The Hug again and how much the way agatha embraces rio looks like for a while there her primary goal it just to comfort rio. then the situation flips again so quickly but the way she cups the back of rio’s head and pulls her in and rio melts is so- anyways idk where i’m going with this but i’ve always found this scene so interesting because i feel like agatha is exuding tenderness and protection for rio and it’s so very different from the way she acts around her in the rest of their scenes together, i don’t really know what to make of it. do you have any more thoughts on that, aside from what you’ve shared in the deep dives etc?

I think that around the campfire and during the HUG Agatha was letting herself feel - maybe for the first time since Nicky died - sorry for Rio. And Agatha is by no means an empathetic person, some of it is nature but she also very much doesn't want to feel sorry for others, that would make all the serial killing a tad more difficult, you know? It's no surprise that she empathizes the most with Wanda and Billy who are so similar to her, she's self-centered like that!

When it comes to Rio, Agatha is making an active choice to hate her, to cast her as the villain who took Nicky, because the alternative is blaming herself or blaming no one at all, and then what? She'd be alone with her guilt and sorrow, and she can't have that.

(It's interesting that if you put Agatha in a situation where she doesn't blame Rio and she's allowed to grieve freely you get detective Agnes. Who's still a mess and still has some very unhealthy coping mechanisms, but when she doesn't associate Rio with Nicky? Her true feelings, that sappy romantic yearn, really start to show.)

Let's see what Agatha went through just before the HUG (I really like to call it that in all caps). She learned about Lorna Wu using the Ballad to save her daughter. She almost lost Billy and cried in front of the others. She then had a moment of genuine bonding with Billy. Around the campfire, she experienced a rare sense of community and connection. As a result she was more vulnerable than usual, more open and tentatively receptive to other people. In other words, she was exercising her long atrophied empathy muscle.

I really think that Rio opening up and talking about Nicky caught Agatha off guard. Not because she didn't know that Rio was in pain too, it's more like she'd always refused to acknowledge it or linger on it.

And look, despite all, these two really, truly, deeply love each other. Rio was Agatha's person, the only one she ever opened up to, her partner, her whole support system. Agatha has accidentally let herself feel these old familiar feelings and now her heart is melting for Rio. The hug is a a rare moment of selfless love from Agatha, it's "I see you too and I miss you and I'm sorry."

And then she flips it over because of course she does. If you think about it, it's exactly what happened when she killed Alice. Because Agatha is always so starved, the moment a treat is within reach she can't help herself, her body reacts before the mind can stop it. And just like that giving becomes taking. It's what Agatha does.

[leeknot]

Under the Mistletoe

A/N : Happy Christmas!!!!

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Summarry : A mistletoe prank at a holiday gathering forces two long-time friends to kiss in front of everyone. Embarassed, they leave the party, but the spark from that kiss leads them into a night they'll never forget.

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Pairing : Changbin × reader

Warnings : smut,car sex

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MDNI

Changbin and you had been inseparable since childhood, your bond unbreakable through the years—until tonight. As you mingled at the crowded holiday party, a mischievous giggle caught your ear.

"Look what I found!" Hyunjin's voice rang out across the room, holding up a perfectly formed sprig of mistletoe. Changbin's eyes flickered towards you almost nervously, remembering all the times they'd teasingly referenced the old tradition.

Before either of you could react, Hyunjin playfully dangled the mistletoe above your heads, grinning wildly. "Kiss, kiss!" he chanted, gathering a chorus of encouragement from the amused crowd.

Your hearts pounded in unison as you faced each other, the weight of the moment heavy. Changbin's gaze dropped to your lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

In a swift, almost desperate motion, Changbin closed the gap between you, his cool hands cupping your face. His lips met yours - a gentle brush at first, then deepening as the cheers around you faded into white noise.

As you pulled away, breathless, Changbin's eyes searched yours, wide and uncertain. The room erupted into applause and laughter, but you barely noticed, trapped in the bubble of that unexpected kiss.

Without a word, Changbin grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the noisy party, leaving behind the curious stares and unanswered questions. His car awaited outside, purring softly in the cold night.

Once inside the car, the tension between you and Changbin crackled like the chill in the air. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as he took deep breaths.

Finally, Changbin spoke, his voice low and husky. "I can't believe I just kissed you," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He glanced at you sidelong, his eyes burning with an unspoken hunger.

Your heart raced as you met Changbin's intense gaze, the memory of that kiss still lingering on your lips. "I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But what does it mean? We're friends, right?"

Changbin's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he considered your words, the engine's steady hum filling the tense silence. "Friends... yeah, we are," he said slowly, "but maybe that's not enough anymore." He took a shaky breath, glancing your way with a conflicted frown.

As Changbin's words hung in the air, you felt a spark of hope ignite within you. Could it be possible that your friendship was evolving into something more? Before you could ponder it further, Changbin pulled into a secluded parking lot, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath the tires.

The car's interior was suddenly too warm, too small, as Changbin turned to face you fully. His eyes reflected the dim light of a distant streetlamp, intense and vulnerable all at once. "Y/N..." he whispered, your name on his lips sounding like a question, a plea.

Your throat tightened at the way Changbin said your name, filled with such raw emotion and barely restrained desire. Unable to form words, you leaned in instinctively, erasing the distance between you. When your lips met in a tender, exploratory kiss, any doubts or questions evaporated like mist.

The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate, hungry dance of tongues and breaths. Changbin's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if he'd never let you go. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the overwhelming feeling of finally being together.

As Changbin's hands roamed over your back and sides, pulling you onto his lap, you could feel the hardness beneath his clothes pressing against you. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Changbin..." you gasped, tilting your head to give him better access. His name on your lips seemed to snap something inside him. With a growl, he lifted you effortlessly, laying you back on the car's small rear seat.

His body hovering over yours, Changbin paused, his darkened eyes searching yours. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Still just friends?" he murmured teasingly before capturing your lips again, his touch turning more daring, wandering lower with each caress.

Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers traced the curve of your waist, inching upwards beneath your shirt. You wrapped your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "Friends..." you gasped between kisses, "don't usually..."

"Do this?" Changbin whispered, his fingers splaying out over your midriff and slowly sliding upward. He nuzzled your neck, his breath warm against your pulse. "Or this?" He hooked his fingers under the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal your stomach.

Your cheeks flushed as he bared your skin, a shiver running down your spine at the exposure and his gentle touch. You lifted your arms, helping him remove your shirt completely. The cool air of the car hit your skin, but the heat in his gaze soon chased away the chill. "Definitely not."

He murmured, his calloused fingers trailing along your ribcage and then splaying out over your stomach again. He looked up at you through his dark lashes, his expression serious. "Friends don't look at each other like this, either," he whispered, his gaze dropping lower.

His eyes roamed over your midsection, taking in the smooth skin of your stomach and the hint of your waist. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off your skin, drawing him in. He unbuckled his belt, giving himself more room to maneuver between your legs.

He leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses along your stomach and hips, his hands slowly unbuttoning your jeans. His touch was gentle but firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The car filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and the soft rustling of fabric as he slowly peeled away your clothing.

He paused, his face hovering just above the edge of your jeans. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense. Without a word, he slowly pulled down your jeans and underwear, baring you completely to his gaze.

He swallowed hard, taking in the sight of you. He spread your legs wider, stepping between them. He could feel the heat of your skin against his own, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to hide his growing interest. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer.

"Fuck," he breathed, his face inches from your core. He could smell your arousal, sweet and intoxicating. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. His hands tightened on your legs as he fought the urge to devour you right then and there.

He teased along your thigh with maddeningly light kisses, purposely avoiding your most sensitive spots. His hot breath ghosted over your skin, sending shivers up your spine. With deliberate slowness, he licked a teasing stripe along your folds, barely grazing your clit.

"You're so wet." he murmurs against your skin, his tongue circling your clit this time with purpose. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he explores every inch of you with his mouth.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping you pinned in place. The sound of his hungry mouth and your desperate whimpering fills the car.

Just as you're about to reach your peak, he pulls away, leaving you shaking and needy. He stands up, his face flushed and his boxers soaked through with his arousal. He quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days," he promises darkly, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the seat.

He slams into you without warning, burying his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. The car shakes as he starts pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. He reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his rough fucking.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he hits a spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Yes, just like that." you pant, meeting his every thrust. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your desperate moans fill the car as he drives you closer to the edge again.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you higher onto his lap as he continues to pound into you. His face contorts with raw passion as he stares into your eyes, his hips bucking wildly. "You like that?" he growls, his voice hoarse.

"Fuck yes." you gasp out, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" Your breasts bounce with each vigorous thrust, nipples hard and aching.

"Not stopping until you come all over my cock," he grunts, driving into you with complete abandon. One hand pinches your nipple while the other continues to circle your sensitive clit. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you milk my cock with that tight little pussy."

The combination of his filthy words and relentless fucking pushes you over the edge. Your whole body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through you, your inner walls pulsing around his cock. He lets out a deep, satisfying groan, his hot seed spilling into you one throbbing burst after another.

You milk every last drop from him as he empties himself inside you, both of you shuddering with the intensity. Panting heavily, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he savors the aftershocks of your explosive lovemaking.

You glance down, seeing the sticky mess coating your thighs. "Fuck, look at us," you agree, laughing breathlessly. He carefully sets you back onto the seat, his softening cock slipping from your soaked pussy with a wet pop.

He reaches for the wipes in the glove compartment and gently cleans you up, his fingers tender as he wipes away the evidence of your passionate encounter. Once you're clean, he tucks you back into your clothes, making sure you're presentable before pulling back onto the road.

As he drives, he reaches over and squeezes your thigh, a playful smirk on his face. "Just thinking about round two when we get home." he teases with a wink.

after you got home

The room is dark, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand. Changbin's voice is low and raspy as he speaks into the darkness. "I'm glad we're not just friends anymore."

He nuzzles his face against your neck, his arms tightening around you possessively. "I like this better," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Being your boyfriend, not just your best friend..."

He falls silent, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your stomach as he holds you close. He can feel contentment washing over him, a feeling he'd never experienced as strongly when you were just friends. He nuzzles your neck again, inhaling your scent deeply. "Much better..."

"I never knew holding you like this would feel so... right. Like you were made to fit against me." His voice is soft and intimate in the darkness, his breath warm against your neck. "Goodnight, my girlfriend."

You sigh contentedly, feeling Changbin's warmth and the comfort of his arms around you. You wrap your own arms around him, holding him close. "Goodnight, Changbin." you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest.

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[aventurineswife]

No idk if you’re still taking holiday requests, but can I get some fuckin uuuuuuhhhh reader spending christmas with Aventurine and Kaveh? (together, because I do not separate my gay blonds)

“Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling”

Summary: Aventurine, Kaveh, and you spend a peaceful Christmas evening together in a modest home, enjoying the warmth of the holiday season. While Kaveh works to make everything perfect, Aventurine—despite his usual aloofness—lets his guard down, enjoying the moment of connection. The three of you share simple joys, playful banter, and tender moments, forming a bond that transcends the chaos of your individual lives.

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Aventurine, Winter Special, Christmas, Domestic Fluff, Holiday Spirit, Soft!Aventurine, Caring!Kaveh, Slow Burn, Bonding, Gentle Romance.

The house was quiet, bathed in the warm, flickering glow of Christmas lights that dotted the small living room. Outside, the world was covered in a soft blanket of snow, but inside, the fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air smelled of pine and cinnamon, and soft, holiday music played in the background, blending with the sound of the storm outside.

You were curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you, watching the fire. Your gaze flickered between the warmth of the flames and the two figures who shared the small home with you. Kaveh was carefully arranging small pine branches on the coffee table, creating a makeshift centerpiece for the evening. His hands moved with practiced precision, but the way he muttered to himself as he worked showed the care he put into everything, no matter how small. Every detail mattered to him—whether in his work or his life.

Aventurine, on the other hand, was lounging in an armchair, his legs crossed as he absently played with the cards in his hands. His usual air of confidence seemed a little softened tonight, the ever-present smirk on his lips replaced by something more thoughtful, more subdued. His eyes occasionally met yours, lingering just a little longer than usual before he returned to his game. It was rare to see Aventurine so quiet—he was usually wrapped in mystery, always orchestrating, always calculating—but tonight, with the snow outside and the peace of the holiday surrounding the three of you, even he seemed to let his guard down, if only for a moment.

"You know," Kaveh's voice cut through the silence, soft but clear, "I thought about making some eggnog, but I couldn’t decide if it should be with or without rum. What do you think?" He looked at you, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "I want tonight to be perfect for all of us."

You smiled at his earnestness, your heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. Kaveh was always like this—seeking beauty in everything, always trying to create the perfect atmosphere for those around him. The way he cared for both you and Aventurine was a reflection of his endless empathy, even when he carried the weight of his own struggles.

Aventurine's voice broke the brief silence as he looked up from his cards, eyes glimmering with amusement. "Knowing Kaveh, I think the rum would be a fitting touch. Though," he added with a sly grin, "I'm more interested in how you'll manage to make it taste good without overcompensating for the lack of… finesse." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between you and Kaveh.

Kaveh rolled his eyes, though there was a fond smile tugging at his lips. "It’s the thought that counts, Aventurine." He glanced at you again, his expression softening. "Maybe we can compromise. A little rum, just to make it feel more festive."

You chuckled softly, enjoying the easygoing banter between them. Despite their differences, there was a comfort in their presence—two very different men who somehow complemented each other perfectly, just as they complemented you. Kaveh's idealism balanced Aventurine's calculated risk-taking, and your gentle nature was the thread that bound them both together in ways none of you could truly explain. But tonight, it didn’t matter. Tonight was about simple moments, warmth, and connection.

"Alright," you said, your voice warm with affection. "Eggnog with rum it is." You reached for the blanket, adjusting it around you as you sat up and stretched, your eyes meeting Aventurine's as you spoke. "Do you want to help with the drink, Aventurine? Or should I let Kaveh work his magic?"

Aventurine smirked, his fingers lightly tapping on the cards, but his gaze softened as he leaned back in his chair. "I think I'll leave the magic to Kaveh. I'm not much of a 'holiday drink' enthusiast, you know. I'd rather be the observer than the participant." He gave you a teasing wink, as though he were already plotting something else, something you might never know.

Kaveh grinned at the playful exchange. "You and your theatrics," he teased. "Go ahead, make yourself useful and put the fire poker in the hearth."

Aventurine, always the one to tease back, gave a theatrical sigh. "Fine, fine. But don’t expect me to get too involved in the food prep. I’ll leave that to the true artist."

You stood and moved toward the kitchen, feeling the warmth of the fire on your back as you went. You could hear Kaveh following you, his footsteps light, and a moment later, he was beside you, already rummaging through the cabinets with a quiet hum of excitement. "Aventurine likes to act aloof," Kaveh whispered with a smile, "but deep down, I think he’s really enjoying tonight."

You nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Despite Aventurine’s detachment, you knew that he was here, present, and something about the atmosphere tonight made him more… approachable. Maybe it was the holiday magic, or maybe it was the simple fact that, for once, all of you had nothing to worry about. No high-stakes gambles. No impossible debts. Just the present moment, shared between the three of you.

"Here, I’ll handle the drink," Kaveh said, his hands already measuring out the ingredients, his focus absolute. "Why don’t you get the glasses ready?"

You smiled, moving to set the table as he worked. The space felt alive with the hum of quiet conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the soft laughter that echoed in the small room. Tonight, there was no scheming, no grand plans—just a peaceful Christmas with two people who, in their own ways, loved you more than words could ever express.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself sitting between Kaveh and Aventurine on the couch, the three of you sharing stories, warmth, and the joy that only a quiet night of true companionship could bring. For once, you weren’t just playing your part in the world—they were your world, and for tonight, that was enough.

Kaveh's eyes sparkled as he glanced at you, his voice soft but full of genuine affection. "I’m glad we’re here. Together, like this."

Aventurine leaned back, his hand brushing against yours in a rare, unspoken gesture of connection. "For once, I’m content to let fate take its course." His smile was subtle, but the meaning behind it was clear. For the first time, he didn’t feel the need to control everything.

And so, under the twinkling lights and the quiet serenity of Christmas, the three of you simply existed—no masks, no games—just love, laughter, and the beauty of being together.

[minjiarchive]

only yours | jiu x fem!reader

i hope you missed me...

warnings: mommy kink, degradation, humiliation, slapping (just really rough sex lol)

your arms feel weak as you pushed against her chest, only managing a poor attempt to create distance. every muscle in your body ached, trembling from exhaustion, bruised and overstimulated. her hands, steady and firm, caught your wrists easily, pinning them back down against the rough surface of the mattress.

“where do you think you're going?” minji says, a mocking chuckle escaping her lips. “you're so cute, baby. as if you didn’t just beg me to ruin you with please, mommy...”

humiliation floods through you like a tidal wave. you shook your head weakly, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to turn your face away from her piercing gaze.

“i didn't mean it,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding into you. “i hate this. i hate you…”

the slap came fast, the sharp crack echoing off the walls. your head snaps to the side, the sting of her palm blooming across your cheek, leaving you gasping.

“liar,” minji grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at her, her expression a mix of amusement and something much darker.

“you need me so fucking much.”

you try to shake your head, the tears spilling over now, but her grip didn’t loosen. she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she purrs, her voice soft but dripping with mockery.

“don't ever lie to mommy. you begged me—mommy, please—like the desperate little slut you are. and now that i've given my spoiled brat what she wanted...”

her other hand trails down your body, her thumb grazing over your hardened nipple, making you flinch under her touch. the pain was sharp, but the humiliation of her words cut deeper.

“fuck... mommy, don't,” you whimper, your voice cracking. “please—”

she silences you with another slap, lighter this time, but enough to make your head spin. “yeah? you like that?”

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. every part of you wanted to resist, to push her away and deny her words. but the weight of her presence, the way she looks at you like she owned every part of you, broke something inside.

and her smirk widens, clearly pleased at your reaction but not enough, “come on, pretty girl. show me how much you love being filled up.”

your face burns with shame, but the words tumble out, your voice shaky and broken. “i l-love being filled by you, mommy.”

her eyes gleam with satisfaction as she releases your jaw, letting her hand trail down to your throat, resting there just enough to remind you of her power.

“such a good girl,” she praises softly, sounding almost tender now. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it? you're so much prettier when you just lay there and take it.”

before you could catch your breath, she shifts again, pressing the strap back against you. the slick sound of it dragging along your sweat-coated skin made you gasp. minji's grip tightens on your hips as she slid the strap back into you, slow and deliberate.

the sound was obscene. every wet thrust echoing through the bedroom. and your body consumed in embarrassment, the sheer volume making it impossible to ignore how soaked you were.

“do you hear that?” minji teased. “god, you’re so wet it’s embarrassing. bet the other girls could hear how hard i'm stretching you out.”

your body arches under her as she set a relentless pace, each thrust accompanied by that humiliating, wet slap. “n-no, they… they can’t…” you tried to protest despite the whine that fought to slip out.

her breathy laugh snapping through the air, “oh? is that what you really think, baby?”

your eyes start to well up again, the humiliation crashing over you in waves. “mommy, please…” tears streaming down onto the sheets. “please, no more…”

but she doesn't stop though. if anything, your begging only spurrs her on. her hands dug into your hips, pulling you back onto the strap with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch. “aw too much?” she repeats, her tone full of tease. “but isn't this what you got wet over? thinking about mommy making you take every inch of me?”

the wet, smacking sounds only grew louder, each one making your face blaze hotter. you could barely keep your voice down, your whimpers and moans slipping out faster. she leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she growls.

“are you gonna cum for mommy, hm? gonna let mommy cum inside of your pretty little pussy?”

with every part of you in a deep haze under her spell, you struggle to breathe out. “n–no i can’t…”

“please?” her tone almost said in a way to mock you. “you'll be filled for days, baby. i'll open the door for everyone else to hear how much you belong to me, would you like that instead?”

your heart races at the threat, your mind reeling from the thought of the members hearing—seeing. “no! please, mommy, don’t…” you stumble out in a desperate rush.

“aw, poor baby. not knowing what she needs from mommy.” her smirk returning as she kisses your bruised lips.

minji picks up her pace, the strap driving into you harder and faster. “that's it,” she coos, “cry a little louder for me. let them hear how much you love being mine.”

your sobs turning into broken cries as you give into her completely, to her humiliation, and the overwhelming pleasure that leaves you at her mercy.

and minji doesn't stop—not until you were utterly spent, your mind clouded with the dizziness of the feeling. only then did she pull you into her arms, holding you gently as if to remind you that, you were hers.

[tinietaehyun]

INVITE: Always & Forever

[Vampire!Beomgyu x Herbalist!Reader] [Part II - Sequel] [One-shot]

Pairing: Vampire!Beomgyu x Herbalist!Reader

Genre(s): Supernatural, romance, angst, action, forbidden!love, fantasy, thriller.

Contains: Profanity, mentions of biting, blood, injury, death, suggestive/mature themes, established relationship, graphic depictions of injury, violence.

Links: Invite (Part I) || Masterlist

Summary: His fangs graze your neck causing you to shiver, each night in his embrace and each day, walking hand in hand. A secret romance, a dark secret only you two knew, and if it came out to the rest of the villagers that the very vampire they were on the hunt for was the one you were courting? Then well… it’d certainly make things unfortunate wouldn’t it.

Just how long could you two slip away under the dark, keep your rendezvous a secret? Slip your love under the rug before it could end disastrously?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, sweet healer,” he breathes. You cup his cheek shakily, “You need not be sorry, Beomgyu. It’s them.”

Utter bliss, the warmth of your bare body against his felt heavenly against his own cold skin. How pliant, how soft, tender, the curves that he couldn’t get out of his mind— sweet moans, and gasps. It was indeed a night he’d not forget for a long time, if not ever.

You lay wrapped in his embrace, face nuzzled into his chest, hair dishevelled, the bite marks on your neck and shoulders now fading leaving a shadow of a memory. The only marks that remain are dozens of love bites littered across the canvas of your skin.

You both cherished moment like this. After a passionate encounter, the simple morning with the sun gleaming through the tattered curtains. You knew the moment you saw Beomgyu perched devilishly on your balcony yesterday night, it was bound to occur. A nuzzle here, a peck there. A small nibble of blood, he said, one more bite, he said. One thing led to the next, and in moment you two were in bed together.

It had been just over six months since you and Beomgyu had officially began courting each other (albeit secretly of course), the villagers had noticed that the number of attacks had declined massively. Of course they would, after all, you’d provide Beomgyu with just enough sustenance. He relished your blood like no other, loved the flavour and essence of it, he’d never get enough. He had always insisted that he wouldn’t feed off you daily, he wanted you to have strength, and not just use you as food, no matter how much you insisted it was fine.

From the loving look in his gaze, the way he cupped your cheek, ran his fingers through your hair, tightly wrapped his arms around you, you could tell this vampire, was utterly and astoundingly in love with you. And you? You were just as infatuated and deeply in love with him as he was. He took over your thoughts and despite your bickering (which you oh, so loved) — you couldn’t get enough of him!

His groan makes your eyes flutter open and you shift yourself to crane your head up to meet his gaze. Oh how beautiful he was, although not surprising for a vampire. His dark locks dishevelled, his gaze drops to meet yours, a spark of mischief lighting up in them, lips quirking into a smirk.

Before you know it, Beomgyu dips his head down nuzzling into your neck and inhaling deeply sending a shiver down your spine, followed by a quick nip to your earlobe. “Morning, little healer. How are you feeling? Do need to be patched up yourself?” He litters kisses up your neck making you giggle, his hair being ticklish, “I was rather rough, hm? I couldn’t help myself, just seeing you after you went on that two day herb expedition, it drove me crazy, you understand, right?”

You coo, running your fingers through his hair, “Mm, I’m not complaining.” He muses, “Yesterday, you definitely weren’t… in that case,” his hand trails down your waist and your eyes widen as you realise what he intends to do, “No, no! Up, up, up, you mischievous vamp, I have to open up the shop.”

He pouts, “Come now, sweet healer, surely your customers can wait for an hour…” he pauses, “Or two?” You playfully smack his shoulder as you wrestle your way out of his grasp, “Nope, no bargaining, no bartering, no concessions. I’m serious. Behave.”

He huffs, “My, my dear healer, so cruel to your lover. I just wished to show you how much I missed you.”

“You act as though I were gone for a week or two, it was only two days,” you hum amused getting ready to bathe. His eyes flit over your form as you rush around, “Those two days felt like two centuries, my sweet healer, you simply don’t understand.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a towel, “Well, I can’t help you there, your perception of time seems to be rather warped, Beomgyu.” You pause, “Ah wait, you were careful right? I mean for food. I wasn’t there to feed you and-“

He sits up tousling his hair and he peers at your seriously, “I know, I know. You told me an uncountable amount of times before you left, to not be reckless or lose control. Do not worry, I stuck to cattle and a rabbit…mostly,” he grimaces, “Awful, by the way.”

You scoff, “Just animal blood right?” He sheepishly grins, “Uhm, maybe one human.” You glare, “I’m going to kill you, the villagers will have our heads on stakes. Both of us. They’ll think I’m a heretic. Or that I’ve been enthralled and kill you first and then me.”

As much as your relationship blossomed over these months, you both knew there one major issue that held you two back. His identity as a vampire — enemy of the village, a sadistic monster feared by all. And your identity as a mere human, siding with said monster, and heinously giving him your blood. That’d make you the child of the devil himself in the village leader’s eyes! They’d drive the both of you out; pitchforks and flaming torches and ruckus roars.

You shake your head removing that scary image. You didn’t want that, neither did he. So you both were cautious, incredibly so, or well, tried to be. It was hard, the village was a small place, there was always someone everywhere, eyes everywhere. You’d mostly meet up at night, where everyone mostly stayed indoors due to fear of…well your lover.

His arrogance and over-confidence in his ability to not get caught always set you on edge, made you paranoid. You chided him many times of course. Beomgyu sighs, “I’m sorry, I know, but… he was injured and well…it just, after that disgusting animal blood, I couldn’t help myself, you know?” You deadpan, “Just…you know we can’t afford to be careless. No one saw you right?”

“Yes, yes, I made sure no one was nearby and as usual erased his memory.” Your shoulders relax and you huff, “Two days and you can’t even wait for me.” He gets up stretching, your eyes flitting to the way his muscles flex, he catches your gaze with a smirk, “My offer for some morning fun still stands?”

You glare softly, “Very amusing, Beomgyu.” He shrugs, running his fingers through his dark brown locks, “A valiant effort from my end.” Shaking your head, you smile exasperated, “Anyway, we have to be careful, the villagers you know…”

Beomgyu walks up to you, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and murmurs, “I know, I know, sweet healer. You mean the world to me, the last thing I’d want is for you to be taken away from me.” His gaze noticeably darks and his grasp around you tightens, “I’d never let that fucking happen. I don’t care who I have to hurt.”

You twist around his arms with a smile cupping his cheek and then pinching it as he glares waving away your hand, “Are you cooing at me?” You pout, “So protective aren’t we? But I’d rather not have such bloodshed, no? We have to avoid such an outcome.” He presses his lips against your forehead tenderly before leaning his own against yours, “Mm, I suppose so, dear healer. Makes sense considering your occupation that you’d not want any casualties.”

You scoff and he murmurs, “I just think it’s a shame I cannot show you off, arm in arm, proclaim to the world that you are mine and mine alone. That we must hide.” You frown momentarily and sigh, “I…I know, Beomgyu. I’ve thought about it a lot too. But with the way society is and all..I’d not want to take the chance to lose you—even if it means utter secrecy.” He nods, eyes closing in bitter understanding.

Your days are spent in your shop preparing remedies with the much loved company of your salacious yet romantic lover. He made your dreary days and monotonous routines not so boring. He even accompanied you to collect herbs, worrying about you going into the woods by yourself.

You found solace in his arms and so did he in yours. His cold lifeless body felt lit with renewed life, as though he were truly living again. Everything about you, your endearing mannerisms, the way you spoke to him, that adorable look of concentration whenever you were using the mortar pestle on some particularly pesky herbs or how you’d gaze up at him with the most heart-stopping stare. All of it, everything about you just seemed to make life all the more worthwhile— something he could come back to each day, not just focusing on his pursuit of sustenance.

Meanwhile, your days were filled with a tender warmth and beautiful joy. Some days where he wouldn’t visit your shop, pester you like he always did, you felt empty. You relished the way his large hands fit with yours, the way his fingers intertwine with yours and squeeze reassuringly, his hushed whispers, his ticklish pecks along your neck. You adored it, and he adored doing such things to see your flustered and endearing reaction.

Although he was a pest whilst working, although you bickered back and forth, you knew he had your heart in his hands, without a doubt. From the way he gazed at you with such love, it was indeed the same for him.

Sighing, you grind the herbs in the mortar and yelp as you feel cold hands on your shoulders. His husky voice caressing your left ear, “Miss me, sweet healer?”

You peer over your shoulder with a snarky smile, “What makes you think that? Of course not.” You see the tip of his tongue flick over the point of one of his fangs in delight, a habit you noticed when he was in a playful or flirtatious mood.

“Oh really, hm? I find that rather hard to believe.” His hands trail down your arms leaving goosebumps before settling on your hips giving them a firm squeeze as he rests his chin down onto your shoulder. “Mm… so warm.”

You muse, “I’m beginning to think you’re a reptile with how much you adore my body heat.” He scoffs nuzzling into your neck, “Don’t be rude, I am not some pathetic snake or lizard.”

“You’re practically cold-blooded, in a sense, no? An overgrown reptile, but I suppose bat would be more accurate. Mosquito also works-“ You murmur amused as you continue adding more variety of herbs and plants to the grinded mixture. Beomgyu deadpans at you and you snicker.

Beomgyu huffs, “That’s a very ignorant assumption, healer. I’m wounded.” A chuckle leaves your lips, “Oh my poor Beomgyu, are your feelings hurt?” He rolls his eyes, “How, you torment your lover so, dearest healer, how cruel can you be? I flourish you with countless compliments, and this is how I get repaid?”

You feel him deeply inhale— he always did love your neck. Your scent, oh, and of course your blood. As twisted as it sounded, you couldn’t help but feel utter pleasure when he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck, the scandalous gulps and slurps, the feel of his wet tongue lapping against your skin. It was all so much- even the mere thought of it had you writhing. However, he never took too much. Just enough, you always knew he was paranoid, claimed he had good control— which he did. There was no lapses or moments where you ever felt unsafe or in danger with him.

“Mm…” he inhales again, “….fuck, you smell exquisite.” You wince with a smile feeling his fangs graze your skin and you whine, “Beomgyu, I swear- I’m in the middle of-“

A brief peck lands on your skin as his hands caress your sides, “I know, I know, sweet healer, you’re in the middle of work. Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself, like a good vampire. Okay? No need to get yourself into a fluster.”

With an exasperated sigh, you resume your work. Your own desires and hungers making the simple task that you do for a living much more difficult to focus on— all the while, your lover clings onto your from behind content to bask in your radiating warmth.

As you pour the grinded mixture into a quaint glass bottle and plug it with a cork, he eases up from you with a stretch, “It’s your birthday soon, right?” Beomgyu asks with a playful gleam in his gaze.

You wrap some twine around the neck of the glass bottle, threading the label through it and you raise a brow, “…yes, why do you ask?” Beomgyu smirks with a shrug resting his hands into his pockets, “Mm, just wanted to spoil my lovely little healer that day. I had a few things in mind.”

“Such as?” You inquire curiously. He walks up to you placing his index finger atop your lips and whispers, “That’s a surprise.”

You scoff, “If it involves carrying me over your shoulder upstairs, and spending the night-“ His eyes twinkle, “Well, I won’t deny that outcome, but aside from that finale, I had a few other things in mind that day. As I said, sweet healer, a surprise.”

You mirror his smirk, “Alright then, Beomgyu. I look forward to it.” You’d be spending your birthday with him, for the first time. No, in fact it would be the first time you’d be spending your birthday, not working alone for once. The notion of this, makes your heart swell.

Beomgyu leans down cupping the back of your head placing a tender kiss on the tip of your nose and then on your lips, “You can wait a few days right?” You hum, “I can be the very picture of patience.” He muses, “Good.”

So, as you said, you waited, went about your days with him in bliss and most importantly anticipation. Indeed, it had been a long time since you were truly excited for your birthday— something you had always considered rather lacklustre, as ordinary as a normal day. But this time, things were different!

And so with great anticipation, you await the day of your birthday.

On that day, you wake up to find your vampiric lover perched on your window sill with a bouquet of fresh roses as the sunlight glimmers across his skin. With a flourish in his steps, he kicks off his boots, falling into your blanket as you wrap your arms around him in an embrace filled with laughter and affection. You take the blood-red roses admiring their beauty.

“Stunning flowers, for my stunning healer, happy birthday, my love,” he murmurs, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you make breakfast, nothing too special, but he was adamant that you closed shop today— claiming today was about you. That you would be fine not working for one day; that you deserve a break.

Reluctantly, you admit, Beomgyu was right. It felt good to not wake up so early, bustle downstairs, shovel your breakfast down and begin working, grinding powders, sifting, boiling and bubbling herbal potions and elixirs.

Putting on your nicest dress, you laugh as he tugs your hand, tugging you along the cobblestone streets pushing past other villagers— some looking at the two of you with disdain, others in envy and some in awe. Two young (well, one young) lovers hand in hand laughing— a perfect sight.

“I have quite the things planned for you,” he muses, squeezing your hand. You beam up at him, “Is that so? The anticipation is killing me!” He leans down, moving a stray strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear with a tender smile (almost tender enough to make you forget what he truly is).

The day starts off with visiting the village bakery, where he buys you the treats that you mentioned you like. The delicious sweet bursts of flavour, butter, sugar and honey with a tinge of vanilla. Perfectly warm and crispy layers which breaks into a satisfying crunch as you bite down.

Followed by him dragging you along to the village market on the outskirts. Beomgyu always knew you enjoyed the various little trinkets and things they brought from other regions, whether it be useful for your occupation or something you personally enjoyed.

Both of you walk hand in hand admiring the various stalls. Pieces of rare jewels, rings and earrings, little bottles, utensils, charms, bowls, lamps, writing quills, cloaks— everything.

You gasp feeling the fabric of one dark blue cloak, “It’s so soft.” The merchant grins, “Fresh off the looks of the south, young lady. Wish to try it on?”

Beomgyu muses, answering before you could, “She would love to, isn’t that right? It’s your birthday, after all?” He glances at you taking the cloak. Beomgyu leans down, swooping the cloak around you, bringing it over your shoulders and hooking the clasp together, face inches from yours. Your heart races as you gaze at him; a dumb grin on your face.

“Birthday, eh? In that case I suppose I can shimmy the price down a little,” the merchant clasps his hands. Beomgyu gazes down at you with an expression of endearment, “You look truly lovely in this.”

“The young man‘s as right as rain, you look lovely,” the merchant gleams, “Now about payment…” Beomgyu and you deadpan as you mutter, “Oh of course. Should have known that compliment wasn’t genuine.” Beomgyu snorts.

You fumble with the clasp to take the cloak off and Beomgyu raises a hand signalling you to halt, as he places a small pouch on the wooden table. “I’ll give you half of what’s in here,” he bargains. The merchant takes a quick peek inside and grimaces, “I don’t know about that young man, this cloak is quite the-“

Beomgyu leans forward cupping his hand over the man’s ear as he whispers something and you see the man pale instantly. Your brows furrow as he abruptly takes the pouch pouring out half, counting the coins and the merchant beams waveringly, “Pleasure doing business with ya!”

Blinking confused, you question Beomgyu who seems to hum pleasantly leading you off. “Did you just pay for this cloak- you didn’t have to-“ He murmurs, “I wanted to.”

Your mind recollects the events and you muse dryly, “He changed his mind quick, what did you tell him?” Beomgyu leans down whispering into your ear, “I told him, I’d rip him limb from limb as soon as the sun sets and he closes up his stall.”

You stiffen peering up at him with a glare, “Beomgyu! I swear-!” The passersby look on at your scolding tone and he throws his head back laughing, “Oh, your expression- priceless!” He chuckles, “I was joking, sweet healer, no need to get in such a panic.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, “That’s what I thought. So what did, get him scared then?” Beomgyu muses, “You know the tavern I work at right? He’s a regular there. Drinks himself into a babbling fool every night after he closes up his stall here. Told him I’d make sure he’d never get a drink again.”

You sigh; of course that’s all it took for a drunkard to crumble. Shaking your head, you laugh breathlessly, “Seriously…you are something else.” Beomgyu smiles, “Yes, yes, I know little healer, I am a genius,” his expression becomes serious, “But really, I wanted to get you the cloak, you always mentioned how during your little expeditions to the forest, you would feel a little cold, so here. Secondly, I saw the adorable little sparkle in your eyes that you get when you really want something.”

You flush, were you that obvious? He took notice of all your little quirks and mannerisms with such ease? A touching warmth spreads throughout your chest, “Thank you, Beomgyu.” He grins, “You’ll have more to thank me for later, so hold off for now, okay?”

You both spend the day walking around the village enjoying each other’s company. It had been such a long time since you had felt such contentment, such…comfort.

As the sun melts into the horizon, he seems to joy dragging you with him as you pant. “Goodness, Beomgyu… I’m dying for breath here.”

He shushes you, “Oh come now, we’re almost there. You can hike all you want for your herbs but not for me, or for your birthday! This spot is one I’ve just recently discovered whilst hunting for deer.”

You grumble making your way up the faded path, pushing past the brambles and foliage, the steepness increasing gradually. After awhile, he finally pushes through some overhanging branches and vines like curtains and lets you go first.

Your jaw drops ajar as you see the sky, painted dark with sparkles of glitter— the stars. Twinkling and glimmering above. The last vestiges of subtle orange fading away into the horizon and the moon slowly shows itself behind the tuft of grey clouds.

You tilt your head down seeing the village from a slight distance away and you finally figure out where you both were. It was that small little set of cliffs nearby the village overlooking it. You’d never gone there before, fearing it was too much of a climb for you—especially alone. It wasn’t the highest cliff but just enough to see the village with its small hints of light from the houses.

“…so beautiful,” you whisper in awe as you sit down on the grass. Beomgyu sits behind you, you scoot yourself back— your back resting against his chest, elbows resting on his thighs. His head on your right shoulder and his strong arms around you.

The subtle sound of your breathing merges with the sounds of the breeze, rustling trees, the hooting owls, chirping crickets and low gargles of toads. It was simply amazing, so serene, so peaceful.

“I love this,” you softly say. Beomgyu mumbles, “I love this too. I figured you would like this spot. I only discovered it a few days ago, I never expected to bring you here— but it just struck me when I sat here two days ago. It would be the perfect way to end off the day.”

“It is,” you breathe, closing your eyes, “It really is.” A pause of comforting silence ensues and you smile, “Thank you for everything, Beomgyu.”

You crane your head to gaze up at him, seeing the gentle moonlight caress his visage in a hauntingly beautiful manner. “Thank you…for doing all this. I never thought any of this was possible for me.”

“Why?” He questions, “You are deserving of love, is everyone not?” Your eyes glisten, “Yes. Yes they are, but it’s unfortunate, this world. Not everyone gets the privilege of it. Of such tender love like this.” You both go silent. Beomgyu cups your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, “Indeed. Sweet healer, it is as you said. Nevertheless, I am glad I have you.”

He litters kisses down your neck, “All mine.” Beomgyu nuzzles the curve of your neck, “I’m all yours, yes?” A breathy giggle leaves your lips as your hand reaches back up into his luscious brown locks, “Yes, Beomgyu. All mine.”

As you lay your head against his firm chest, you feel his arms leave your sides and your brows furrow going to turn around and he chides playfully, “Stay still, sweet healer. Always in such a flurry.”

“What are you-“ you ask only to see a glistening pendant dangle down in front of your vision before gliding down onto your neck as he fastens the clasp on the back of your neck. The cool metal makes the hairs on your skin rise; your skin prickles with shock and cold.

Your lips quiver as you fiddle with the small pendant. A simple black metal heart. You gaze back at him, eyes watering and spluttering emotionally, “Beomgyu, you already bought me that cloak- the baked good- you spent so much-“

Amused by your babbling, he shushes you softly, “Relax, relax…sweetheart. No need to fret, I had bought this necklace a month back. I had seen another man make a necklace for his wife. I had thought it was a good idea, seeing that you liked jewellery, but often wear the same few.” He touches the heart nestled just above your chest, “This way, you may be reminded of me, even when you go out on those trips of yours. Or when I am not around.”

You glance at his neck, empty. You pout, “I wish we could match.” Beomgyu sighs smiling, “Ah well, one necklace was quite the pretty penny, my lovely healer, so your dear lover must be without a matching necklace,” he muses leaning down, “For now that is.”

You coo, “Then it’s settled, on your birthday then.” Beomgyu smirks, the one you love very much. “Don’t even think about it.” You twist back around, “Too late, we’ll be matching soon enough, or at least before the end of next year.”

Beomgyu snickers, “Far be it from me, to dissuade you.” His hands rest back on your waist and you both continue in tranquil conversation. The air is hazy, flirty and warm; gentle touches and caresses become more daring, his hands sliding and groping gently making you writhe at a loss for breath.

His fingers glide along your bodice, his other trailing down your skirt, gathering up the fabric. Tensions rise, the pent up desire which lingered throughout the day, all bubbling up at once with the moon as your witness.

Beomgyu whispers, “I think one more gift should make things just about perfect, should it not?” You whisper back playfully, “Is that so? What were you thinking?”

He hums, fangs grazing your neck, hands becoming increasingly bold, “Something I know you like very, very much. So do I, in fact.” You reply breathily, “I see, then by all means…” you trail off.

As much as the two of you wished to embrace each other under the stars, secluded in this little haven, it seems nature had different plans. Your quaint little fear of random beetles alongside the mosquitos nipping at you were quite frankly spoiling the heated mood.

You huff as you both walk back grumpily down the path and he snorts, “Easy now, sweet healer, we can have so much more fun back at your place, no? No need to look so down.” You glance at him, sneakily murmuring, “You also looked rather disappointed, you know.”

Beomgyu shrugs, lips cracking into a stupidly wide grin as laughter tumbles out of him, “Well, it is a shame when we were just getting to the good part that a large beetle decides to fly in the midst of our passionate lip lock. That scream,” he cackles almost stumbling over a rock, “Oh- that was hilarious.”

Deadpanning, you rip away your hand with a huff, “Of course it was funny to you, it wasn’t attempting to land on you. Stupid thing. Couldn’t it see we were busy?”

He snickers, “Well, perhaps none of the creatures wanted a show.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as he grabs your hand again, “Tsk, don’t pout, sweet healer. I’ll make up for lost time,” his tone darkens deliciously as he nears your ear.

You both reach the village streets, most had retreated into their homes, of course due to the curfew and fear of the oh so terrifying vampire. The very vampire you were walking hand in hand with. The streets were most empty, a few stray cats and dogs running here and there, one or two people closing their windows.

A few eyes linger your way but nothing is said— they had most likely suspected that you were both returning home. You murmur, “Huh… it really is so quiet out here. Scary actually without a lot of the lights. Once everyone’s shutters are shut, it looks completely different.”

Beomgyu remains unfazed, “It’s alright.” You scoff, “You say that because you hunt at this time. Be it human or animal.” He smirks, “Well, what can I say? My vision is simply superior in the dark. It only makes sense.”

You snicker, “They’ve all gone to bed and shut their windows, because of you. This entire curfew is because of you. To think they’re all scared of you.” His brows furrow, “What’s that supposed to mean? You make it sound as though I am not a predator.”

You pause regarding him from head to toe and he huffs. “Maybe not to you per se, but I am a predator nonetheless.” You shrug walking ahead, intentionally provoking him, “I don’t see it. To be fair, when we first met you actually were a little bit scary, but now, you just seem so soft and-“

Before you could get the words out, you find yourself being tugged into the nearest alley between two houses, wrists pinned beside your head. Beomgyu’s eyes take on a dangerous otherworldly glow, he leans down, “Is that so? We can’t have you forgetting what I am, can we? I seem to recall you relishing when I sink my fangs into your neck and drink that sweet, sweet sanguine nectar, hm?”

You shiver, “So?” You challenge and he smirks devilishly, “Oh no, I meant nothing by it. You’ve always been a little different than your cowardly villagers. Twisted little thing, aren’t you? Not that I mind, of course.”

You tilt your head to the side, your hair falling away from your neck salaciously, you smirk to yourself seeing his gaze flit down to your neck. Beomgyu’s voice huskily hums, “Oh, I see what you’re doing.”

You feign innocence, “Hm?” Beomgyu hums alluringly, “Ah, wanting to get bitten? On your birthday too? My, my, sweet healer, you’re more depraved than I thought.”

Well, you couldn’t help it when it always felt so good— and it almost always led to a rather pleasurable outcome. You shrug, “I don’t know what you mean.” He parts his lips showing his fangs about to sink down before a loud clattering sound shatters the intense moment.

Beomgyu pulls away and you shakily place a hand over your palpitating heart. Wait. You shake your head clearing your mind. What the hell were you two thinking? You were both in public— the streets, whilst rather empty, were not completely free of people. Anyone could have passed by!

You clutch your head panic filling your system, “Beomgyu, we shouldn’t have been so reckless- we got so carried away and if it weren’t for that we’d have foolishly continued-“ you begin rambling. He holds your arms calming you down, “Hey, hey, sweet healer, easy now. Easy. No one saw us. Look?”

He pulls your reluctantly form out of the alley and points toward the crate of bottles that had been tipped over, “Just crate tipped over, probably some stray dog or cat. You know how it is. Look around, not a single person in sight.” Beomgyu squeezes your hands, “But you’re right, we were reckless. Let gets home, don’t worry, okay? We’re okay. We’re okay.”

You nod calming yourself. Thank goodness you didn’t let it continue into him biting down into you. You couldn’t take that chance of any passerby just randomly taking a glimpse in.

As you both arrive at your place, the door slams shut, impassioned kisses, giggles and embraces fill your room as you both wish to carry on where you left off.

As his fangs sink into your soft flesh eliciting a gasp from your lips, you feel the sensation of doubt creep in the back of your consciousness. A crate like that… could it really have been knocked over by a mere cat or dog? It seemed so heavy.

No…it was fine. Beomgyu showed you the empty street— you saw with your own eyes, not a single soul out there. So why were you anxious?

And so, you forcibly shove that thought back into the recesses of your mind, as your hands tangle into his hair as Beomgyu gulps down the heavenly sanguine.

It would be fine.

It would be fine.

That’s what you wish you could say. How wrong you were. The thought, that very thought about the crate being heavy— heavier than a small cat or dog could knock over.

You wished it had been a large dog or something of the sort. Not a person. You both had thought you had been sly, caught yourselves in the alley before you got too reckless.

But no, it was too late. It was too late when you heard the ruckus in the early hours of the morning. A grumbling roar of distress and anger outside your window. You sit up abruptly as you focus on the chants.

“Traitor! Scum! Come out! Come out! Vampire! Vampire!” Your heart drops. This had to be a nightmare!

Various other insults are thrown at your house by what you assume is a large gathering in front of your house ready to barge in at any second. You hear the clatter of metal and wood.

Beomgyu seems to be up already and you see him hastily getting dressed, lacing up his boots. You see the tension in his brow, the shaking of his hands, his shaky breaths. He glances up and he murmurs, “You’re awake. Oh, Y/n…” his voice cracks.

Instantly you find your eyes watering. Indeed, it seemed yesterday really was too good to be true. He rushes over cupping your cheeks, “Get dressed, my love. Look at me. Look at me,” Beomgyu grasps your chin, “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you okay?”

Tears stream down your face as you cover his hands with yours, sobs wracking your body, “Oh Beomgyu, I..” you can barely get the words out as you hyperventilate, “I’m… I can’t believe this— why- we were doing so well-“ He cups the back of your head pulling you in for a tight embrace. You hear the pain in his voice as he soothes you, “I know, I know. I thought…I thought we could keep it a secret too.”

As always, the universe had its cruel way of exposing any and all secrets one way or another. Two foolish lovers who had the gall to be happy with each other.

Beomgyu tilts your head up to meet his gaze and he firmly utters, “Stay focused. We…we need to get out of here.”

The roar of the crowd outside and clattering makes it difficult for him to focus. Your heart pounds as you get up hastily putting on your dress. He paces around, “I… I had thought it was a stray or something, I didn’t expect… someone to have watched us.” Beomgyu threads his fingers stressfully through his locks.

Clumsily, you lace up your boots and gaze at him. Cautiously you make your way to the shutters and ever so slightly peek down. A gasp escapes your lips and your knees buckle at the sight— nearly half the village there in front of your house chanting and roaring, pitchforks and torches in hand as the dangerous hue of dawn paints their faces.

They had one intention. To get rid of the vampire that lurked in the village, your lover.

And then get rid of you. A traitor.

Fraternising with…a demon, a bloodsucker.

“Open the door, herbalist and surrender willingly or we will break in!” A man’s voice bellows— presumably the village head. Quivering, you gaze at Beomgyu, who’s gaze has hardened. Even he looks unsure as to what to do.

He helps you stand with a hand and he finally speaks tensely, “Do you trust me?” You’re caught off guard by the question. Beomgyu repeats, this time more firmly, “Do you trust me, Y/n?”

You nod, the words, “Yes, of course,” leaving your lips breathlessly. He takes your wrist guiding you downstairs and you follow clumsily. You see your back door in the kitchen. Beomgyu snarls seeing them banging on it too— that route wasn’t an option.

Your entire house groans and creaks— any second they were about to barge in, rip him to shreds and do god knows what, to you!

Once again he leads you upstairs; grip borderline painful on your wrist and he opens the shutters wide making your eyes widen and the crowd’s chants fall silent. You stammer, “Beomgyu- what are you-“

Beomgyu’s gaze blazes fiercely into yours, “Take my hand.” You peer at his hand before taking it and he hoists himself onto your rooftop. He pulls you up effortlessly onto the rooftop and you scream as a roof tile falls below but he has you securely in his arms.

The crowds goes into uproar calling you terrible names, calling him a monster, you as his thrall. Panting, he commands, “We are going by rooftop, you hear me? Get on my back.”

He hoists you onto his back and you cling on dearly as he runs with superhuman speed, jumping across the rooftops on your street. The crowd’s roar increases as they follow along in pursuit. You close your eyes wishing to block all this out— you wish the entire earth would swallow you whole.

Why did this entire thing have to happen? Tears wet your cheeks again.

Rooftop to rooftop, he stumbles, patchwork nearly collapsing at one point, roof tiles going flying into the crowd below before he makes a risky jump onto the ground, you both fall to the floor rolling and you hiss in pain, the ground grazing your limbs painfully.

You barely have time to register your injuries as he roughly tugs you up, “Up, up, up!” You cry out as you push yourself to stand and you both run.

You hear the village head again, “Over there, by the arch! They’re headin’ out of the village! Men! Go, go, go!”

You weep and he snarls breathing heavily, “I’ve got you, healer, please, focus, focus for me. Just a little more, just a little- ah, more!” Your legs burn immensely, lungs searing for breath, wind flaps through your hair.

Over-exertion hits you, knees buckling and you sob, “Beomgyu, go- I’m only holding you back,” you cry out, “Just go-“

Anger is visible on his visage and enraged he snaps, “I’m not leaving you for them to punish you, you’re mine. You’re who I love, what lover would I be to sacrifice you for my own escape? Don’t be fucking stupid.”

You sob, shaking your head, “Beomgyu-“ In agitation, he hoists you onto his back and you yelp, clinging onto his neck, “Keep that mouth shut, got that? I’m not leaving you behind.”

With inhumane speed and agility, he winds his way through the trees. You realise where he’s taking the both of you, winding up the familiar harsh terrain. That spot on the cliff, notoriously hard to reach. The people would struggle and it would give you enough time to at least gather yourselves, see where you should head next.

You gaze behind, the crowd no longer in view, their sound growing fainter and fainter and soon you both stand in the same spot. The morning sun in full shine. You hug him tightly, “Beomgyu…” He hugs you back littering your forehead with kisses of desperation, “I know.” You whimper, “They’ll kill you. They’ll kill you, Beomgyu. I can’t…”

Beomgyu caresses the back of your head murmuring, “You don’t think it’s that easy, do you? I don’t die easy. Unless they have got silver or a huge stake, neither of which I saw in that crowd.” He peers down at you cupping your cheek, “Maybe garlic perhaps, the real weapon.”

Harshly, you smack his arm, sniffling, “Now’s not the time for joking.” He smiles painfully, “Alright, alright, but they’re definitely struggling up the incline that’s for sure. I don’t think they saw where we went, it’s hard to see in that dense foliage anyway. We have a little breathing room.”

You murmur, “I don’t want to risk it. We’ve got to get moving. Not everyone is going to give up so quickly, Beomgyu. There’ll definitely be a few who attempt to come up here. We’ve got to move.”

Beomgyu nods, gaze hardening, “Yes, if I remember, there’s another town just to the East,” he points out over a rocky outcrop, a faint path leading into some woods, he continues speaking, “We can’t stay there for long, they’re awfully weary of vampires in that town, but it’s ideal for a night’s stay. Then, in the morning, we can journey up further East. There’s a few more villages and towns that way—following the river. The further we get, the better. North is out of the question-“

As he speaks your gaze flits to behind him and you feel your entire soul leaving your body as you see a small glimmer in the foliage and before the scream leaves your mouth, the arrow coated in a metallic substance flies and swivels elegantly in the air.

You instinctively shove Beomgyu out of the way, almost off the cliff— the arrow missing him just enough to lodge itself into your neck. A choked gargle escapes your throat and you feel a metallic iron taste fill your mouth.

The village head scraped up and bruised tumbles out of the foliage with his bow in hand, a few more arrows ready.

Beomgyu freezes for a moment— gaze flitting between the village head and you. His lips part, but no breath escapes him. The village head bellows, “You foolish woman— that was meant for the vampire! No matter—“ He sheathes another arrow positioning it— but before he could even aim it, you see red.

Red, a lot of red. Your knees buckle. You gaze at the liquid dripping down your chest, a bloody mixture of silver and blood. Blood drips down your chin—- vision blurring.

Truly, you were a fool. Most of those in love were fools. He could have handled that himself, why did you play the hero? You didn’t know.

Your body just instinctively moved by itself. How stupid, to protect him. Protect what? A vampire? You knew silver was a poison— leading to deaths for vampires if not treated.

So? Did you really have to push him aside and get it shot in you instead?

You see more red, this time not your own. Your vision goes in and out of focus as you witness Beomgyu like you’ve never seen before.

Blood spraying, agonising screams, flesh tearing, bone snapping, disgusting squelches. You gather from the image in front of you, just how vicious your lover could be when he wanted to.

From the disheveled locks partially covering his gleaming dark red irises like some sort of veil of death to his hands covered and dripping in blood and god knows what else of what was left of the village head.

Beomgyu saw red and so did you. He killed right in front of you. Tore a man limb from limb. For you.

Tears drip down your face from the searing pain; you collapse onto your side making his head snap toward you, breaking him out of his bloodthirsty rampage.

Within seconds, he’s by your side cradling your weakened form, curses falling from his lips, enraged words aimed at the humans from the village. His voice cracks, “Oh my sweet, sweet healer, why? You are so…” he closes his eyes bellying his anger, “I told you, I could handle it. Handle everything. Why couldn’t you just sit back? Did you not think I…” he chokes up.

Beomgyu sniffles as tears run down his icy blood splattered cheeks, “You fool. You fucking fool, I can’t believe…” he clutches you, “Those fucking bastards, arrows coated with silver.”

You weakly gaze up at him, unable to move, unable to speak, not even a pitiful rasp. All you could do was stare up at his pretty face.

Perhaps, this was fate, you think. How it was meant to be, your consequences of mingling with the supernatural, not staying within your confines. He gazes at your neck and you see his red eyes darken, fangs glistening. You wonder, what was he thinking?

Finally, your vision goes dark— you don’t seem to be hurting anymore, rather you feel as though you’re wrapped in a cold embrace, on a winter’s night. Frigid, alone but painless.

As you go limp in his arms, panic surges in Beomgyu’s system, as he shakes you. He splutters, voice shattering, “No, no, no,” he pants out, “Wake up, fucking wake up.”

Beomgyu gazes down at your neck. He couldn’t let you go. He didn’t know… would you be content to die, or would you be happy to join him in his eternal prison of immortality?

He couldn’t ask you—- what would you want? Did you love him so dearly you’d be willing to spend an eternity with him? Was he delusional to think that way?

Was he selfish for what he was about to do? Would you hate him for turning you into what he was? He didn’t care. He wanted to see you alive, or alive in at least some sense of the word.

Was it a punishment or renewal? So, so many questions. But with each second, his chances of saving you were slim.

Thus, Beomgyu leans down, with a grimace he pulls the arrow out, blood spurting onto the grass. He whispers, placing a kiss atop your head, “I’m sorry, my dearest healer, for what I am about to do. Forgive me.”

With that, his fangs sink into the other side of your neck, as his hand cradles the back of your head. He gulps, downing every drop of your life source, the rich flavour he once craved now seeming horridly bitter. Tears roll down his face as he continues drinking and draining you of your blood.

Tormented apologies mentally scream in his mind as he resumes his onslaught. Would you hate him for this? Would you have preferred death?

Rustling occurs behind him but he doesn’t care. He had to drain you before the warmth left your body, before your systems shut off completely.

A few men poke their heads out of the foliage and stumble back mortified at the bloody scene, what was left of their leader, the sight of Beomgyu feeding mercilessly on what seemed to them as your corpse.

It was enough to have them running off, wretching and almost fainting. Let them run for now. He’d hunt down each one of them if this did not work out. Make everyone of these foolish villagers pay.

With a final grunt, he pulls away, gazing down at your lifeless body; stiff and pale. Only the tiniest hint of blood left in you.

Beomgyu grunts, taking your body into his arms and he begins walking, he needs to get you somewhere to rest, to be without stress or threat. Would you even wake up? He didn’t know, did he take too much? There had to be just enough left— he had never drained someone before, never turned someone.

If you did never wake up— he’d never forgive himself. Taking your blood on top of that for no real outcome. He shudders at the thought. No. You had to.

Hours pass, darkness, utter silence. Nothingness. The crackling of fire in the distance soon arises, a faint breeze brushing against your skin makes you writhe. One by one, you could feel your face, your limbs.

One by one, more and more noises around you pile up, layering atop one another, your senses fall back into place and you feel your chest grow not warm, but deathly cold.

Finally, as your lungs will with air, you inhale as deeply as you possibly could.

“Y/n! Y/n- oh my god, Y/n- you’re breathing,” a muffled voice resounds and instantly your eyes snap open. You sit up abruptly clutching your chest.

Your heart- wait, your heart.

You feel your chest as you pant raggedly for breath. No heartbeat. Your skin…no longer that comforting warmth. Your ears ring painfully and memories flood your consciousness as you groan clutching your head.

“Gently now, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh goodness, Y/n. My sweet healer, my love,” you hear the presence beside you call out cradling you in his icy arms. You glance up wearily and see him.

Choi Beomgyu.

His eyes glistening, a single tear drips down. He was crying. The orange hues of the crackling fire paint his face as he cups your cold cheek, “You’re alive. I… I didn’t think you’d make it. I-I thought I took too much.”

Took too much? You glance at your hands. You gasp— your neck! The arrow. You feel your neck feeling no scab, no injury. “My injury… Beomgyu-“ you stammer. He glances at you in silence as he takes your hands, “Y/n…I..”

Your body lacks warmth, your heart no longer beats, there’s a scratchy dryness in the back of your throat. Your horrendous injury, now, miraculously healed without so much as a scar or scab.

The pieces click into place forming an astounding conclusion. You whisper, afraid, “You…you, turned me?”

His silence has all the answers you need. You glance down at your hands, you were…alive. That meant you had experienced death.

He had brought you back…this time to the land of the undead. Of the immortal.

You were one of the same.

Beomgyu’s voice cracks, “You must despise me for making that choice for you. I… I couldn’t-“ he struggles to get the words out, “I couldn’t let you die. I couldn’t stand the thought of your life being taken.” He gazes at you with such a pained gaze, “I love you, I love you far too much to let you go, is that too selfish of me? Did I bring you back against your wishes?”

Your lips part, words not coming out, as you tremble, tears dripping down your cheeks at the impassioned words. He murmurs weakly, “Forgive me, my sweet healer, for being so selfish. You have all the reasons to despise me. But…I just couldn’t…couldn’t let you die.”

You sadly smile wiping away his tears with your thumbs, “I don’t hate you, you fool. You saved me.” His eyes widen, going speechless; lower lip quivering at your words. You sniffle with a wavering laugh, “I…I’m surprised, I… I would have never thought you’d turn me. I thought you’d never cross that boundary just because,” your voice cracks, “just because it’s me.”

He presses his forehead to yours chidingly, “I’d have no need to do such a thing if you did not play hero, you idiot,” he sighs pained, “Do you understand how horrible it was to see you bleeding out, life draining from your eyes? With an arrow meant for me? Not you?”

You cup his cheek nuzzling his nose with yours, “I know…I should have stayed down. I’m sorry for scaring you, Beomgyu.” He trembles, “I…having to drain you, I..” he murmurs shakily, “Never again. Never again.”

All of a sudden, Beomgyu embraces you tightly, his head in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, sweet healer,” he breathes. You cup his cheek shakily, “You need not be sorry, Beomgyu. It was them.”

For a few minutes you stay like this, in each other’s arms, sat atop a log beside a fire. You gaze up at the forest foliage above, you had many questions as to how you got here, how long had you been out. But for now, you were simply content to be in his arms, with him.

Beomgyu whispers, “Your life…that you left behind, your precious little shop, my sweet healer. You left that behind because of me, I’m so sorry. We’ll… we’ll set up a new one elsewhere, far away. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your cold lips press a kiss onto his own before you wearily gaze into his eyes, “I know you will. But for now, Beomgyu. One step at a time.” You shift yourself to lean against his chest, “I feel tired.”

He hums softly, “Then sleep. I’ll be there for you when the dawn next comes. And the next, and for many more.”

You muse half deliriously from drowsiness, “Until the end of time?” A scoff leaves his lips at your audacity, not even having fed, a newborn vampire at best and yet…

Beomgyu smiles tenderly as he repeats in assertion, “Until the end of time, sweet healer. Until the end of time. Always and forever.”

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Rating: (E) Pairing: Solas / Lavellan / Felassan Summary: Under moonlight and magic, Felassan shares enchanted drinks with Solas and Lavellan—potions meant to relax and open the heart. Playful teasing and warm laughter give way to lingering glances and an undeniable connection. As boundaries blur and affection deepens, the trio’s night unfolds into something tender, intimate, and passionately shared.

In the heart of the wilderness, a secluded glade shimmered with ethereal light, its magic humming faintly through the trees. The air was crisp and filled with the earthy scents of the forest, mingling with the faint, tantalizing aroma of something sweeter—Felassan’s handiwork. The ancient elf, ever the playful enigma, lounged beside a small table adorned with a selection of drinks that shimmered like liquid starlight, their colors shifting with an almost hypnotic allure.

“Well,” Felassan began, his grin as sharp as ever, “since we’re all here and the night is young, I thought it only fitting to share something... special.” He gestured grandly to the drinks before them, each glowing faintly with its own magical essence. “A bit of alchemy and artistry, if I do say so myself. They’re harmless, I assure you—just a little magic to loosen the tongue and lighten the spirit. Nothing too scandalous. Unless you want it to be.” His gaze flicked to Solas, the smirk deepening. “You could use some loosening up, oh mighty Dread Wolf. Drink up.”

Solas arched an eyebrow but didn’t immediately rise to the bait. Instead, he studied the shimmering drinks with a skeptical tilt of his head. “And what, precisely, do these concoctions do?” he asked, his tone even, though the faintest hint of curiosity edged his words.

“Ah, excellent question!” Felassan clapped his hands together as if delighted to explain. “Each has a unique effect, tailored to your tastes, of course. The golden one eases tension—like sunshine in a bottle. The silver sharpens perception, perfect for those who enjoy seeing through all the little lies. Ruby sparks boldness, encouraging the kind of honest conversation we all secretly crave. And the amethyst? A gentle, comforting embrace in drink form. You’re welcome.”

Lavellan sat between the two elves, her curiosity warring with a flicker of wariness. She leaned forward slightly, the shimmering hues reflecting in her wide eyes. “And you’re sure it’s safe? Not that I doubt your skills, Felassan, but—”

“Completely safe, my dear Herald,” he interrupted smoothly. “I’d never dream of causing you harm. Just think of it as... a nudge toward fun.” He selected a ruby-hued drink and handed it to her with a flourish. “For you, something to bring out that playful spark I know is hiding in there somewhere. And for you, Solas—” He picked up a golden glass, its contents glowing softly, and thrust it toward the other elf. “Something to make you slightly less insufferable. Drink. Please.”

Solas’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “You are insistent.”

“And you are overdue for a good time,” Felassan countered. “Now, humor me.”

With a rare chuckle, Solas took the glass, its warmth seeping into his hand. Lavellan, emboldened by their exchange, lifted her own drink. “To loosening up?” she suggested, her tone light but teasing.

“To lightening the spirit,” Felassan amended, raising his glass in a mock toast. Solas rolled his eyes but clinked his glass against theirs, the glow of the drinks illuminating their faces as the first sip brought with it a rush of magic—subtle but undeniably enchanting. The night unfolded with laughter, teasing, and the kind of openness that only the strange and wonderful could inspire.

The first sip was a gentle nudge rather than a push, a whisper of warmth unfurling in their chests. The tension in Solas’s shoulders eased almost imperceptibly, his ever-watchful gaze softening around the edges. Lavellan, tucked between the two elves, let out a laugh—light and unguarded—as Felassan recounted some exaggerated tale about his supposed misadventures. It was a sound that carried through the glade, like a bell chime breaking through lingering dusk. Felassan’s grin only widened at the effect, his sharp violet eyes flicking between them with obvious satisfaction.

“You’re smiling, Solas,” Lavellan noted, her tone teasing but softer than usual, emboldened by the ruby-hued drink in her hand. “I was starting to think your face might crack if you tried.”

Solas arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching upward in response. “Contrary to your assumption, my face is perfectly capable of enduring the strain of joy.”

“Creator’s breath, you’re both intolerable,” Felassan drawled, lounging back on one elbow as if he were reclining on a throne. He raised his glass in mock salute. “But I must admit, this is already my finest work. My artistry unmatched. You’re welcome.”

The banter flowed as easily as the enchanted drinks, and with every sip, the trio leaned further into the comfort of the moment. Felassan, predictably, was the first to let loose a scandalous tale—something about mistaken identity, a noblewoman, and a very inopportune use of illusion magic. Lavellan nearly choked on her drink from laughing, while Solas, against all odds, let out a low chuckle that reverberated through the glade like a rare and precious sound.

When Lavellan spoke next, her voice carried the weight of something more sincere. “You know, Felassan,” she began, swirling the remnants of ruby light in her glass, “you make it look so easy—this... lightness you bring to every moment. I envy it sometimes.” She paused before glancing at Solas, her gaze steady and unflinching. “And you... you have this way of seeing everything, of making even the most fleeting thought feel like it matters. It’s... it’s rare.”

Solas blinked, caught off guard by the sudden vulnerability in her voice. The golden glow of his drink reflected in his pale eyes as he considered his response. “You are stronger than most would believe, Lavellan,” he said finally, his words quiet but clear. “Steady, even when the world seeks to shake you apart.”

The weight of the moment lingered between them, charged with something neither fleeting nor insubstantial. Felassan, perceptive as always, chose not to shatter it immediately. Instead, he took a long sip from his silver-hued drink, his gaze thoughtful beneath his ever-present smirk.

Magic buzzed faintly in their veins, sharpening every sensation. When Lavellan’s hand brushed against Solas’s as she reached for the bottle, the touch lingered a moment longer than necessary, and the warmth of it seemed to sink deep beneath her skin. Solas’s eyes caught hers then, lingering—not in analysis, not in the quiet distance he usually maintained, but with something raw and unguarded. Felassan noticed, of course, but rather than interrupt, he conjured a soft hum in the air—a resonance that seemed to vibrate in their very bones, warm and inviting. The firelight flared gently, casting long shadows and painting their faces in amber and gold.

But Felassan was not one to let such tension hang forever. “Careful, you two,” he said, voice low but teasing. “You might start thinking this moment actually means something.”

The spell broke with a startled laugh from Lavellan, and Solas’s lips curved in something close to fond exasperation. The tension shifted—not gone, but softened, threaded now with a playful warmth that felt safer, easier to hold.

The air in the glade had grown heavier, thick with the glow of enchanted drinks and the lingering hum of Felassan's quiet magic. The golden light of the fire painted their faces in soft amber hues, shadows dancing along the curves of their expressions. Lavellan reached out without thinking, her fingers brushing lightly against the sleeve of Solas’s tunic as if to dust away something invisible. Her hand hesitated there, fingertips grazing the edge of his wrist, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to that single point of contact. Solas didn’t pull away. His sharp eyes met hers, steady and questioning, but not unkind.

Felassan leaned forward with a grin that was both amused and entirely too knowing. “If you’re going to touch him like that, da’len, at least make it interesting. You’re killing me with the suspense.”

Lavellan pulled her hand back with a laugh, her cheeks warming despite herself. Solas’s mouth twitched upward at the corner, a flicker of a smile there and gone, but the moment lingered, suspended between them like starlight caught in glass.

“Truly,” Felassan continued, his voice softer now as he shifted closer. One hand came to rest lightly over Lavellan’s, the other brushing Solas’s shoulder in a casual but deliberate gesture. “You two are so serious. So... careful. Perhaps I should show you how to really enjoy yourselves.”

There was no denying the thread of sincerity beneath the teasing lilt of his voice. The connection between them was tangible now—a thread pulled taut, vibrating with unspoken words and fragile possibilities. Felassan’s violet eyes flickered with mischief as he leaned back just enough to let the weight of the moment settle.

“Fine,” he said after a beat, fingers tapping against his glass. “Let’s make this more... interesting. A question for each of you. Answer honestly, or I’ll be forced to tell you another one of my stories, and believe me, I have some particularly embarrassing ones lined up.”

Lavellan arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a wry smile. “You already sound insufferable.”

“Thank you, my dear. Now, Solas.” Felassan turned his gaze on him with predatory delight. “If you could paint the perfect scene right now, what would it look like? And don’t be boring. No dusty ruins or melancholy sunsets.”

Solas blinked, the question disarming in its intimacy. He hesitated for a breath before speaking, his voice low but clear. “It would look... something like this. But perhaps the fire would burn a little brighter, the stars a little clearer, and the company would remain... unchanged.”

For once, Felassan didn’t offer a retort. Instead, he let the weight of Solas’s words settle like dew on morning leaves.

“Excellent answer,” Felassan said softly before pushing to his feet with the grace of a predator. “Now, how about something a little more... kinetic? There’s a spell—a harmless one, I assure you—that I’ve been meaning to try. Think of it as a dance. Or, if you prefer, an exercise in trust.”

With a flourish, Felassan conjured faint threads of light from his fingertips—wisps of golden and silver energy that curled and danced in the air like smoke caught in a breeze. He offered one glowing thread to Lavellan and another to Solas. “Take them. And trust me.”

They exchanged wary glances but obeyed. The threads pulsed faintly in their hands, and as Felassan began to move—his steps fluid and deliberate—the threads guided them in turn. Solas and Lavellan found themselves drawn closer, their movements synchronized by the faint hum of magic and Felassan’s careful choreography.

At first, it was awkward—hesitant glances, stifled laughter, and clumsy steps. But soon, the rhythm smoothed out, their bodies finding a natural harmony. Lavellan’s hand brushed Solas’s again, and this time neither of them pulled away. Their fingers laced together briefly before parting as the threads of light pulled them into another spin. Felassan watched them with quiet satisfaction, his grin softer now, his eyes sharp and knowing.

But then, the thread of magic stilled. Lavellan hesitated mid-step, her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at Solas. His gaze was fixed on her, steady and unguarded, his expression stripped of its usual layers of distance and restraint. The moment trembled between them, delicate as glass.

“I—” Lavellan began, her voice faltering.

Felassan stepped closer then, his presence grounding them both as he placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. “It’s all right,” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that was almost protective. “You don’t have to be afraid of this. Not here. Not tonight.”

The fragile tension cracked, but not in a way that shattered. Instead, it unraveled slowly, gently, until Lavellan leaned forward, her forehead coming to rest against Solas’s chest. Solas’s hand came up hesitantly, fingers brushing against her hair before resting there, light as falling leaves.

The magic in the glade had changed—subtle yet undeniable, like the air just before a summer storm. The drinks in their hands shimmered faintly, their light reflecting in Lavellan's eyes as if starlight itself had pooled there. The sensation of the ruby wine lingered on her lips, a faint sweetness paired with something more ephemeral—like the distant echo of a kiss. Each sip deepened the enchantment, the magic winding through their veins, quiet and insistent, attuned to their unspoken thoughts.

Solas, seated beside her, seemed acutely aware of every shift of Lavellan’s posture, every soft breath she took. His gaze lingered, tracing the way the light caught in the strands of her hair, how her shoulders relaxed, how her fingers curled gently around her glass. He noticed everything, and for once, he made no effort to mask it. Across from them, Felassan’s sharp violet eyes were alight with mischief, but there was something else there too—something deeper, more perceptive. He saw them both, not just as they presented themselves but as they were—unguarded, unmasked, fragile and raw.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Felassan summoned faint tendrils of light from the surface of their drinks. They floated lazily upward, shimmering like fireflies. One curled around Lavellan’s fingers, tickling her skin with a soft, electric hum before drifting away to graze against Solas’s wrist. Lavellan’s breath hitched as the light scattered with her movement, leaving behind faint traces—tiny stars in her wake.

“Magic is just energy, you know,” Felassan said lightly, his voice carrying a lazy warmth. “It reacts to intention. Want to see?”

Before either of them could answer, Felassan gestured again, and light gathered around Lavellan’s shoulders, soft and golden. It coalesced into ephemeral petals—delicate, glowing flowers that tumbled gently to the ground before vanishing in faint puffs of stardust. Lavellan let out a quiet laugh, her voice edged with wonder as her fingers brushed against the fading glow.

Solas tilted his head, watching Felassan’s display. After a moment, he raised his hand, his fingers moving with deliberate care as a faint ripple of Fade energy flowed outward. It was subtler than Felassan’s magic, deeper, warmer—it wrapped around Lavellan like an invisible embrace, sinking into her skin, into her bones.

“The Fade responds to emotion,” Solas said softly, his voice low, reverent. “It mirrors what we feel but cannot say aloud.”

Around them, faint shadows rippled in hues of soft blue and silver, dancing like silk caught in a breeze. The air felt heavier, charged with something indescribable—something shared. Lavellan’s breath caught as her eyes met Solas’s, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to the space between them.

Emboldened by the drink and the magic humming in her veins, Lavellan raised her own hand. Green light sparked at her fingertips, bright and alive, crackling softly as it leaped outward. It reached toward Solas’s and Felassan’s magic, interweaving with gold and blue until it became something else entirely—something uniquely their own. The lights cocooned around them, soft and protective, shimmering with threads of shared energy that pulsed faintly in time with their heartbeats.

In the intimate glow of their combined magic, the trio had drawn closer without realizing it. Lavellan’s knee brushed against Solas’s thigh, and neither of them moved away. Felassan, ever watchful, rested his arm along the back of Lavellan’s seat, his fingertips tracing idle patterns along her shoulder. The touch was casual—effortless—but it carried weight, intention, the faint crackle of magic beneath his skin.

Felassan tilted his head, his grin sharp but softened by something else—something gentler. “Look at you two,” he said softly, his voice a murmur in the quiet. “Like moths circling a flame. What are you so afraid of?”

The words hung suspended in the air as Felassan shifted closer, his face only inches from Lavellan’s. For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stop—her breath caught, her heart stumbled—but then Felassan pulled back with a teasing grin, leaving the tension in his wake to crackle like distant lightning.

Solas’s hand brushed against Lavellan’s wrist then, his fingers lingering longer than they needed to. A faint ripple of magic passed between them, feather-light but undeniable. When she turned to meet his gaze, his eyes were steady, open in a way they rarely were.

The space between them felt fragile, shimmering with unspoken words and the weight of what could be. Lavellan’s breath trembled in her chest, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came.

Felassan leaned back, his watchful gaze softer now, as though he were content to simply bear witness to whatever came next. The magic still shimmered faintly in the air, the drinks forgotten beside them as the quiet hum of shared connection held them suspended in time.

The magic lingered in the glade, alive and breathing, as though the very air had become a living thing attuned to their emotions. The drinks, long forgotten, sat half-empty at their sides, their glow fading into the richer, more vibrant light that now pulsed softly between them. Felassan moved first, his violet eyes glinting like sunlight through honey as he lifted his hand and conjured something delicate—a breeze, warm and scented faintly of summer rain. It drifted over Lavellan’s skin, soft as silk, sending a shiver down her spine. Her breath caught, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as the sensation washed over her.

Solas stirred beside her, his own magic rising in response—a soft hum, a pulse that resonated from somewhere deep within him. He extended his hand toward Lavellan’s palm, his magic brushing lightly against hers, tentative and seeking, asking for permission rather than taking. His gaze met hers then, pale and luminous, reflecting the soft glow of their combined enchantments. Lavellan tilted her head, her lips parting slightly, and she turned her hand upward to meet his.

The connection sparked—subtle but undeniable—as Solas’s magic intertwined with Felassan’s, forming tendrils of shimmering light that curled around their wrists and twined up their arms like ivy. Lavellan could feel it in her chest, a quiet thrumming that echoed in her ribcage, as though her heartbeat had fallen into step with theirs. Their breaths aligned, rising and falling in perfect unison, and for one suspended moment, it felt as if time itself had stilled.

Felassan’s usual smirk had softened into something more thoughtful, his hand still lifted, his magic pulsing faintly in the air. Slowly, the light around them dimmed—not fading entirely, but settling, as though it, too, was waiting. His voice, when it came, was steady and clear, carrying the weight of both wisdom and vulnerability.

“We can stop here,” he said softly, the teasing edge gone from his tone. “No magic, no illusions—just honesty. But if we go forward…” His words trailed off, leaving space for the choice to linger in the quiet between them.

Solas’s voice joined his, low and reverent, carrying an earnestness that seemed to cut through the very air. “Only if you’re certain, vhenan.”

Lavellan’s breath trembled as she exhaled, her gaze flitting between the two elves before settling on Solas. There was no hesitation in her eyes, only clarity and warmth. She nodded, her voice steady as she spoke.

“I am.”

The word settled over them like a key turning in a lock, like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place. The magic flared again—not wild, not overwhelming, but steady and warm, like an embrace. It wove between them in silken threads of gold, blue, and green, binding them together not through force but through intention.

The glade fell into silence once more, but it was not empty. It was filled with breath, with shared energy, with a fragile, intimate understanding that shimmered in the space between their entwined hands and softly glowing eyes. For now, in this fleeting moment, they existed together—unmasked, unguarded, and held in the quiet sanctuary of each other’s presence.

The magic pulsed between them, a living thing that seemed to breathe with their own quickening breaths. Lavellan felt it like a caress against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned into the sensation, her body swaying slightly as if moved by an unseen current.

Felassan was the first to close the distance, his movements fluid and deliberate. He cupped Lavellan's face in his hands, his violet eyes searching hers for a moment before he leaned in. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, but it quickly deepened as Lavellan responded with a quiet gasp. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as his tongue traced the seam of her lips.

Solas watched, his pale eyes darkening with a mix of desire and something deeper, more complex. His hand found the small of Lavellan's back, steadying her as Felassan's kiss left her breathless. When they parted, Lavellan turned to Solas, her lips parted and flushed.

Without a word, Solas drew her to him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck as he claimed her mouth with his own. Where Felassan had been playful, Solas was intense, pouring years of longing and regret into the kiss. Lavellan moaned softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic.

From behind, Felassan slowly began pulling up the skirt of her robe. His nimble fingers traced delicate patterns along Lavellan's thighs as he slowly gathered the fabric of her robe. The magic hummed through his touch, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever his skin met hers. Lavellan shivered, pressing closer to Solas as the sensations washed over her.

Solas deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in Lavellan's hair while the other roamed her body. He swallowed her quiet gasps and whimpers as Felassan's hands inched higher, caressing newly exposed skin. The air grew thick with desire, magic crackling between them like electricity before a storm.

Felassan leaned in, his breath hot against Lavellan's ear as he whispered words of encouragement. His lips brushed her neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder as he eased the robe down her arms. Lavellan arched into the touch, breaking her kiss with Solas to let out a breathy moan.

Solas's eyes were dark with want as he took in the sight before him. His hands found the clasps of Lavellan's bodice, deftly unfastening them. Together, they slowly unveiled her body, their touches reverent and filled with barely restrained passion.

Solas and Felassan's eyes met over Lavellan's shoulder, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. The air crackled with shared desire and unspoken understanding. Solas's fingers traced along Lavellan's collarbone, his touch feather-light yet electrifying.

"How adventurous are you feeling, vhenan?" Solas asked, his voice low and husky.

Lavellan's breath caught in her throat. "Very adventurous," she replied, her words barely more than a whisper.

At her words, Felassan's lips curved into a knowing smile. With a graceful gesture, he conjured a shimmering veil of magic that as it settled over her eyes, the world around her dimmed and blurred.

Colors melted into hazy shapes, but every sensation seemed magnified tenfold. The whisper of breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. The brush of fingers along her arms left trails of tingling warmth. Even the subtle shifts in the air currents became noticeable, caressing her naked flesh.

Lavellan gasped as hands - she couldn't tell whose - began exploring her body with slowness. Lips pressed against her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone.

Lavellan's senses heightened as the magical veil obscured her vision. Every touch, every whisper of breath against her skin sent waves of sensation coursing through her body. She shivered as unseen hands caressed her, teasing and exploring.

Solas's voice came low and husky in her ear. "Trust us, vhenan. Let yourself feel." His lips brushed her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

From behind, Felassan's clever fingers traced patterns along her spine, each touch leaving trails of tingling magic in their wake. "So beautiful," he murmured. "So responsive."

They guided her gently to her knees, their bodies pressed close on either side. Lavellan's breath quickened as hands roamed her flesh - one set rough and calloused, the other smooth and nimble. She couldn't tell which belonged to whom, heightening her arousal.

A warm palm cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple as lips found the other. Lavellan arched into the touch with a soft moan. Fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently to expose her throat. She felt the scrape of teeth, the soothing swipe of a tongue.

"Tell us what you want," Solas commanded softly.

Before she could answer, Felassan's hand slipped between her thighs. "Or perhaps we should simply take what we desire," he purred.

Lavellan gasped as Felassan's fingers found her most sensitive spots, teasing and stroking with expert precision. Solas captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as pleasure built within her. The two elves worked in tandem, their touches alternating between gentle caresses and firm grasps that left her trembling.

"So wet for us already," Felassan murmured approvingly, his clever fingers circling her entrance. "Shall we see how much more you can take?"

Solas broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "Remember, vhenan - you need only say the word if it becomes too much."

Lavellan nodded wordlessly, beyond speech as sensations overwhelmed her. She felt herself being lowered onto something soft - a bed of moss, perhaps, conjured by magic. Hands grasped her thighs, spreading her wide. She whimpered at the feeling of exposure, heightened by her magical blindness.

A warm mouth descended on her breast as fingers teased her folds. Lavellan arched into the touch with a cry of pleasure. She felt the brush of Fade magic against her skin, heightening every sensation tenfold.

"Please," she gasped. "I need..."

"Patience, da'len," Felassan chided playfully. His tongue traced a path along her inner thigh. "We have all night to explore."

Felassan's lips curved into a mischievous smile as he traced intricate patterns along Lavellan's skin. His fingertips glowed with a soft violet light as he whispered an incantation. "May I cast a spell to enhance our connection?" he asked softly. "It won't compel you, only amplify what you already desire."

Lavellan nodded, her breath catching as she felt the magic settle over her like a warm blanket. A subtle hum resonated in her mind, barely perceptible but unmistakably there.

"Good," Solas murmured, his voice low and rich. As he spoke, Lavellan felt a gentle tug in her mind, urging her to listen. "Now relax and let go."

The suggestion washed over her, and Lavellan found herself sinking deeper into the moss beneath her. Her muscles loosened, tension melting away as she surrendered to their touch.

Felassan's fingers danced along her inner thighs, inching higher with teasing slowness. "Spread your legs wider for us," he coaxed. The words were accompanied by that same soft pull in her mind, and Lavellan found herself eagerly complying.

A pleased hum rumbled in Solas's chest as he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. "So responsive," he praised. "Let us hear your pleasure, vhenan."

Solas's voice came low and hypnotic, each word seeming to resonate through Lavellan's entire being. "Let yourself sink deeper into bliss," he murmured. "Feel every touch magnified, every sensation heightened."

As he spoke, Lavellan felt a gentle tug in her mind, as if his words were silk threads drawing her consciousness along. She found herself eagerly following that pull, her body growing more sensitive with each passing moment. Every brush of skin against skin sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her.

"That's it," Solas praised softly. "Let go of all thought, all worry. There is only sensation now."

His hands skimmed along her sides, leaving trails of tingling warmth in their wake. Lavellan arched into the touch with a breathy moan, her inhibitions melting away. She felt herself becoming more pliant, more eager to please.

"You want to obey," Solas continued, his voice a velvety caress. "To surrender completely to our desires. It would feel so good to let go, wouldn't it?"

Lavellan nodded eagerly, beyond speech as waves of arousal washed over her. That subtle pull in her mind grew stronger, wrapping around her thoughts like a comforting embrace. She wanted nothing more than to follow where it led.

"Tell us what you want," Solas commanded gently. "Speak your deepest desires aloud."

Felassan's lips curved into a wicked grin as he lifted his hands, violet light dancing between his fingers. With a graceful gesture, shimmering tendrils of magic materialized in the air, glowing with an otherworldly radiance. They moved with fluid, serpentine grace, coiling gently around Lavellan's wrists and ankles.

The magical bonds were impossibly soft, like silk against her skin, yet unyielding. They hummed with energy, a gentle vibration that sent pleasurable tingles through her limbs. As Lavellan tested their strength, she found she could move slightly - enough to arch her back or shift her hips - but not enough to break free.

"Perfect," Felassan purred, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Now you're at our mercy, da'len."

The tendrils seemed to have a mind of their own, tightening and loosening in response to Lavellan's movements. When she strained against them, they held firm. But when she relaxed, they gentled their grip, caressing her skin with feather-light touches.

Solas ran his hand along one of the glowing bonds, causing it to flare brighter. Lavellan gasped as a wave of sensation washed over her, the magic resonating through her entire body.

Solas's eyes darkened as he gazed down at Lavellan, her body arched and trembling beneath their touch. His voice was low and commanding as he spoke. "Open your mouth for me, vhenan."

The words seemed to resonate through Lavellan's entire being. That subtle tug in her mind became more insistent, urging her to obey. Without hesitation, her lips parted, her jaw going slack as she eagerly complied with his request.

"Good girl," Solas praised softly, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "So obedient, so eager to please."

Lavellan felt a rush of warmth at his words, a deep sense of satisfaction at having pleased him. The magical bonds hummed against her skin, sending pulses of pleasure through her body with each subtle movement.

Solas leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Keep your mouth open, just like that. Don't close it until I give you permission."

Lavellan whimpered softly but didn't move, her lips remaining parted as commanded. She felt utterly exposed, vulnerable in the most exquisite way. The cool night air caressed her tongue, heightening her awareness of every sensation.

Felassan chuckled softly, his fingers dancing along her inner thigh. "Look at her, trembling with need. Shall we see how long she can maintain that pretty pose.”

Felassan's fingers traced teasing patterns along Lavellan's inner thighs as she trembled with need, her mouth still obediently open at Solas's command. The magical bonds hummed against her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her with each subtle movement.

"Such restraint," Felassan murmured approvingly. "Let's see how long you can maintain it."

His clever fingers finally found her center, stroking her slick folds with feather-light touches. Lavellan's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more pressure, but the bonds held her in place. She whimpered softly, her breath coming in quick pants.

Solas watched intently, his eyes dark with desire. "Remember, vhenan," he said softly. "Keep your mouth open. Don't close it until I give permission."

Lavellan nodded minutely, struggling to obey as Felassan's ministrations intensified. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them expertly to stroke her most sensitive spots. His thumb circled her clit in maddeningly slow circles.

Solas gazed down at Lavellan, her lips still parted obediently. His eyes burned with barely restrained passion as he slowly unlaced his breeches. "You've been so good," he murmured. "I think you deserve a reward."

He positioned himself before her, the tip of his arousal barely brushing her lips. Lavellan's breath quickened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. Solas groaned softly at the brief contact.

"Take me in your mouth," he commanded gently. "Slowly now."

Lavellan eagerly complied, parting her lips wider to accept him. She slid her mouth over his length inch by inch, savoring his taste and the weight of him on her tongue. Solas's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.

"That's it," he praised. "Just like that. Now close your lips around me and suck."

Lavellan hummed in pleasure as she followed his instructions, hollowing her cheeks as she began to work her mouth along his shaft. Solas's breath hitched, his grip on her hair tightening.

Meanwhile, Felassan continued his exquisite torture between her thighs. His clever fingers stroked and teased, building her arousal to a fever pitch. He traced lazy circles around her clit, occasionally dipping lower to tease her entrance.

"So wet," Felassan purred.

Lavellan whimpered around Solas's length, torn between the dual sensations of fullness in her mouth and the growing ache between her legs.

Solas's eyes flashed with intensity as he gazed down at Lavellan, her lips wrapped around his length. He could feel the subtle vibrations of her whimpers, could see the way her body trembled with need. His voice was low and commanding as he spoke.

"Listen closely, vhenan," he murmured, the words seeming to resonate through Lavellan's entire being. "You will not find release until I give you permission. No matter how desperately you crave it, you will hold back your pleasure until I allow it."

As he spoke, Lavellan felt that familiar tug in her mind, stronger now than ever before. The compulsion settled over her like a warm blanket, seeping into her very core. She nodded minutely, her eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and anticipation.

Solas's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. "Good girl," he praised softly. "Now, I want you to show us just how much you want this. Move your hips for Felassan. Let him see how desperately you need his touch."

Without conscious thought, Lavellan found herself obeying. Her hips began to roll and undulate, seeking more contact with Felassan's teasing fingers. The magical bonds shifted with her movements, sending pulses of pleasure through her limbs.

Felassan chuckled appreciatively, his fingers danced along Lavellan's slick folds as she writhed beneath his touch, her hips moving in desperate undulations. The magical bonds shimmered and pulsed, sending waves of tingling sensation through her limbs with each movement. Though her eyes remained covered by the illusory blindfold, her other senses were heightened to an almost unbearable degree.

"Such eagerness," Felassan purred, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "I can feel how badly you want this."

His clever tongue replaced his fingers, tracing intricate patterns along her sensitive flesh. Lavellan cried out around Solas's length, her back arching as far as the bonds would allow. The dual sensations of Solas filling her mouth and Felassan's exquisite torture between her legs threatened to overwhelm her completely.

Solas's grip on her hair tightened, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm as he slid deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. "Focus, vhenan," he commanded softly. "Remember my instructions. You are not to come until I allow it."

Lavellan whimpered, torn between the desperate need for release and her desire to obey. She redoubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked Solas with renewed vigor. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the thick vein on the underside before flicking over the sensitive head.

Felassan pulled his mouth away, his thumb circled her clit in maddeningly slow circles. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers," he murmured. "So close already. But you can't come yet, can you? Not until our Wolf gives you permission.”

Solas's eyes darkened as he gazed down at Lavellan, her lips still wrapped around him. His voice was low and hypnotic as he spoke. "You're doing so well, vhenan. But I want more from you. I want you to show us just how desperate you are."

The compulsion in his words seemed to sink into Lavellan's very bones. Though her eyes remained covered by the shimmering blindfold, she could feel the weight of their gazes on her exposed flesh. Her body trembled with need, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Arch your back," Solas commanded softly. "Present yourself to us."

Without hesitation, Lavellan obeyed. Her spine curved, pushing her breasts forward and tilting her hips. The magical bonds shifted with her movement, sending tingles of pleasure along her limbs.

Felassan hummed appreciatively, his fingers never ceasing their torturous exploration. "Such a lovely sight," he purred. "So eager, so willing."

Solas's grip on her hair tightened as he began to move more forcefully, sliding deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. "Take me deeper," he growled. "Show me how much you want to please me."

Lavellan whimpered around his length, struggling to relax her throat as she took him in. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but the pain only heightened her arousal.

Solas's eyes blazed with intensity as he gazed down at Lavellan. His voice was low and hypnotic as he issued his next command: "I want to hear you beg, vhenan. Tell us how desperately you need release. How you ache to be filled, to be claimed. Let us hear the depth of your desire."

The compulsion washed over Lavellan like a crashing wave. As soon as Solas withdrew from her mouth, words began spilling from her lips in a breathless torrent.

"Please," she gasped. "I need you so badly. I'm burning up, I can't take it anymore. Please touch me, fill me, anything. I'll do anything you want, just please let me come."

Her hips rolled helplessly, seeking friction against Felassan's teasing fingers. The magical bonds hummed against her skin, heightening every sensation. Tears of frustrated arousal leaked from beneath the shimmering blindfold.

"More," Solas demanded. "Tell us exactly what you want us to do to you."

Lavellan's cheeks flushed with heat, but she found herself unable to resist the compulsion in his words. "I want...I want to feel you both inside me," she whimpered. "I want Felassan's cock in my mouth while you take me from behind. I want to be stretched and filled until I can't think, can't breathe."

"I want...I want to feel you both inside me," Lavellan whimpered. "I want Felassan's cock in my mouth while you take me from behind."

Solas and Felassan exchanged a heated glance, a silent understanding passing between them. In a fluid motion, they shifted positions. Felassan moved to kneel before Lavellan's face, while Solas positioned himself behind her trembling form.

"Such filthy desires," Felassan purred, his violet eyes gleaming with arousal. "Let's see how well you can use that pretty mouth of yours." He traced the tip of his length along Lavellan's parted lips, smearing precum across them. She whimpered, her tongue darting out to taste him. The magical bonds hummed against her skin as she strained forward, eager to take him in.

Meanwhile, Solas ran his hands reverently along the curve of Lavellan's spine. His touch left trails of tingling magic in its wake, heightening every sensation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against her slick folds.

"Remember," Solas murmured, his voice low and commanding. "You are not to come until I give you permission. No matter how desperately you crave it, you will hold back your pleasure."

Lavellan nodded minutely, trembling with need and the effort of restraint. She felt utterly exposed, caught between their bodies and unable to hide her desperate arousal.

Solas pushed into Lavellan with agonizing slowness, savoring the exquisite feeling of her tight heat enveloping him inch by inch. As he hilted himself fully inside her, he called upon his magic, weaving intricate threads of power around her suspended form.

Lavellan gasped as she felt herself becoming weightless, her body lifting gently into the air. The magical bonds shimmered and pulsed, holding her securely in place even as she floated. The sensation was disorienting yet thrilling - she felt utterly exposed and vulnerable, displayed for their pleasure.

"Look at you," Felassan purred, his violet eyes gleaming with desire as he took in the sight of her suspended form. "So beautiful, so helpless." His clever fingers danced along her skin, tracing patterns of tingling magic across her breasts and down her trembling thighs.

Lavellan whimpered around his length, her tongue swirling desperately as she sucked him deeper. The position allowed Felassan to slide even further into her throat, and she struggled to relax, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

Behind her, Solas began to move in long, measured strokes. The angle of penetration was deeper than ever before, hitting spots inside her that made her see stars. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he thrust into her floating form.

"So eager," Felassan commented, his cock slid deeper into her throat with each thrust, stretching her limits. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him eagerly. Drool trickled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin in glistening rivulets. The sight only seemed to inflame Felassan's passion further.

Solas's thrusts grew more intense, his grip on Lavellan's hips tightening as he drove into her suspended form. The magical bonds pulsed in time with their movements, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her limbs. Lavellan moaned around Felassan's length, the vibrations causing him to groan in response.

"Such a good girl," Felassan purred, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Taking us both so well."

Lavellan's entire world had narrowed to the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. Solas's thick length stretching her, hitting spots deep inside that made her see stars. Felassan's cock sliding deeper into her throat with each thrust. The cool night air caressing her flushed skin. She felt utterly overwhelmed, caught between pleasure and the desperate need for release.

Solas leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear. "I can feel how close you are, vhenan. Your body is trembling, clenching around me so tightly."

His words sent a shiver down her spine. Lavellan whimpered, her hips rolling desperately as she sought more friction. The magical bonds tightened in response, holding her firmly in place.

"Not yet," Solas commanded softly. "Show us how much you want it. Let us see your desperation."

Lavellan redoubled her efforts, desperate to please and earn her release. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking Felassan with renewed vigor as her tongue swirled around his length. Her hips rolled in tight circles, clenching rhythmically around Solas as he thrust into her suspended form.

Sweat glistened on her skin, her body trembling with the effort of restraint. Every nerve ending felt alight, sparks of pleasure racing along her spine with each perfect thrust. The magical bonds pulsed in time with her racing heart, sending waves of tingling sensation through her limbs.

Felassan groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he neared his peak. "So eager," he panted. 

Behind her, Solas's movements grew more intense. His grip on her hips tightened as he drove into her with punishing force. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, building and building until she felt she might shatter from the intensity.

"Please," Lavellan whimpered around Felassan's cock, tears of frustrated arousal leaking from beneath the shimmering blindfold. "Please, I can't... I need..."

Solas leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back as he whispered in her ear. His voice was low and hypnotic, resonating through her very being. "Let go, vhenan.”

At Solas's command, Lavellan felt the last of her restraint crumble away. Pleasure crashed over her in overwhelming waves as her body convulsed with release. She cried out around Felassan's length, her back arching as far as the magical bonds would allow.

Every nerve ending seemed to ignite at once, sending sparks of ecstasy racing along her spine. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Solas, drawing him even deeper as her hips bucked uncontrollably. The magical bonds pulsed in time with her racing heart, intensifying each wave of sensation.

Tears of relief and overwhelming pleasure streamed from beneath the shimmering blindfold. Lavellan's muffled cries of ecstasy filled the glade as her orgasm seemed to go on and on, each thrust of Solas's hips prolonging the exquisite torment.

Her body trembled violently, suspended in midair and caught between their powerful forms. She felt utterly exposed, utterly claimed, as they continued to take their pleasure from her shaking form. The cool night air caressed her flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from within.

As the initial wave began to subside, Solas's fingers found her sensitive bud, circling it with maddening pressure. The touch sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her, causing her to cry out once more. Her voice was hoarse, her throat raw.

Felassan gazed down at Lavellan's trembling form, his violet eyes gleaming with barely restrained hunger. "Such a good girl," he purred, running a hand along her flushed cheek. "But I wonder... do you want more?"

Lavellan's breath caught in her throat. Every nerve ending still sparked with the aftershocks of her intense climax, her body hypersensitive to even the lightest touch. Yet beneath the lingering waves of pleasure, a deeper ache was already beginning to build. She nodded eagerly, beyond words.

With a pleased hum, Felassan moved around her suspended form. Solas's magic pulsed, adjusting her position in midair until she was perfectly displayed between them. The shimmering bonds shifted, spreading her legs wider and tilting her hips. Cool night air caressed her most intimate places, making her shiver.

"Are you certain?" Felassan asked, his tone serious despite the hunger in his eyes. His fingers traced feather-light patterns along the curve of her ass. "I want to take you here. To feel you stretch around me as Solas fills you from the front. But only if you're sure."

Lavellan's breath hitched at his words, arousal flooding through her anew. "Yes," she gasped. "Please, I want to feel you both."

Felassan's answering grin was wicked as he conjured a vial of shimmering oil. He poured some over his fingers, the liquid glowing faintly with magical energy. "Relax for me, da'len," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

His slick fingers circled Lavellan's puckered entrance, massaging gently to help her relax. The oil tingled pleasantly against her sensitive skin, warming as it made contact. Lavellan let out a soft gasp as Felassan slowly pressed one finger inside, the intrusion both foreign and thrilling.

"That's it," Felassan praised, working his finger deeper with careful patience. "You're doing so well."

Solas's hands roamed Lavellan's body as Felassan prepared her, his touch soothing and grounding. His lips found her neck, placing gentle kisses along the curve of her throat. "Breathe, vhenan," he murmured against her skin. "Let yourself feel everything."

Lavellan whimpered as Felassan added a second finger, stretching her carefully. The magical oil eased the way, its warmth spreading through her core. Felassan's clever fingers curled and scissored, sending sparks of unexpected pleasure racing along her spine.

"So responsive," Felassan purred appreciatively. "I think you're nearly ready for me."

Solas and Felassan positioned themselves carefully on either side of Lavellan's suspended form. The magical bonds shifted, adjusting her body to the perfect angle. Lavellan's breath came in quick, shallow pants, anticipation and arousal coiling tightly in her core.

With exquisite care, Solas began to enter her, the thick head of his cock stretching her slick folds. He moved with agonizing slowness, allowing her body time to adjust to his girth. Lavellan gasped at the delicious fullness, her inner walls fluttering around him.

"Breathe, vhenan," Solas murmured, his voice low and soothing. His hands caressed her sides, leaving trails of tingling magic in their wake.

Behind her, Felassan pressed the head of his oil-slicked length against her other entrance. He was incredibly gentle, easing forward by fractions of an inch. The magical oil eased the way, its warmth spreading through her core.

"Tell me if it's too much," Felassan said softly, his usual playfulness replaced by genuine concern.

Lavellan nodded, beyond words as sensation overwhelmed her. The initial stretch burned slightly, but the discomfort quickly gave way to a deep, unfamiliar pleasure. She felt utterly filled, claimed in the most intimate way possible.

Solas and Felassan moved together in perfect synchronization, their thrusts slow and measured as they allowed Lavellan's body to adjust to the intense fullness. The magical bonds pulsed gently, supporting her weight and holding her suspended between them.

Lavellan's head fell back, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being so thoroughly claimed. Every nerve ending sparked with pleasure as they began to move more purposefully, finding a rhythm that had her gasping and trembling.

Solas's hands roamed her body, leaving trails of tingling magic in their wake. His fingers found her sensitive breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples as he drove into her with increasing intensity. His lips found the curve of her neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Behind her, Felassan's clever fingers danced along her spine, tracing intricate patterns that sent shivers racing through her. His other hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper. The magical oil eased the way, its warmth spreading through her core and intensifying every sensation.

"So perfect," Felassan murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Taking us both so beautifully."

Lavellan could only whimper in response, caught in a haze of pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming. She felt utterly exposed, utterly claimed, as they continued to take their pleasure from her trembling form.

The cool night air caressed Lavellan's flushed skin as Solas and Felassan continued their exquisite torment. Every nerve ending sang with pleasure as they moved within her, their bodies finding a perfect rhythm that had her gasping and trembling. The magical bonds pulsed in time with their thrusts, sending waves of tingling sensation through her suspended form.

Felassan's clever fingers traced patterns of crackling energy along her spine, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure that raced along her nerves. His other hand gripped her hip firmly, guiding her movements as he drove deeper. The enchanted oil eased his passage, its warmth spreading through her core and intensifying every sensation.

Solas's hands roamed her body reverently, leaving trails of tingling magic in their wake. His fingers found her sensitive breasts, teasing and rolling her nipples as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. His lips found the curve of her neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"You're close again, aren't you vhenan?" Solas murmured against her skin, his voice low and hypnotic. "I can feel you trembling, clenching around us so tightly."

Lavellan could only whimper in response, beyond words as pleasure built within her. She felt utterly filled, claimed in the most intimate way possible. Every thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

Lavellan's body trembled on the precipice of release, every nerve ending alight with exquisite sensation. Solas and Felassan moved within her in perfect harmony, their thrusts deep and purposeful as they drove her higher. The magical bonds pulsed in time with her racing heart, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her suspended form.

"Let go for us," Solas commanded softly, his voice resonating through her very being. "Show us your pleasure, vhenan."

At his words, the last threads of Lavellan's control snapped. Pleasure crashed over her in overwhelming waves, her back arching as far as the bonds would allow. She cried out, her voice raw and desperate as ecstasy consumed her. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around both of them, drawing them even deeper as her hips bucked uncontrollably.

Sparks of magic danced across her skin, intensifying each pulse of her climax. The world seemed to fracture around her, reality blurring at the edges as she lost herself to sensation. Tears of overwhelmed bliss leaked from beneath the shimmering blindfold, tracing glistening paths down her flushed cheeks.

Solas and Felassan continued to move within her, prolonging her pleasure with each perfect thrust. Their hands roamed her trembling form, leaving trails of tingling magic in their wake. Lavellan felt utterly claimed, utterly cherished, as they continued to take their pleasure from.

Lavellan's cries of ecstasy filled the glade as her orgasm seemed to go on and on, each thrust prolonging the exquisite torment. Her body convulsed between Solas and Felassan, suspended in midair by shimmering bonds of magic. Sparks of pleasure raced along her nerves, building and cresting in waves that left her gasping and trembling.

As Lavellan's climax began to ebb, Solas and Felassan picked up their pace. Their movements grew more urgent, more primal, as they chased their own release. Solas's fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her with punishing force. Each thrust sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her oversensitive body.

Behind her, Felassan's clever hands traced intricate patterns of magic along her spine. The ethereal touch ignited new sparks of sensation, coaxing her towards impossible heights once more. His other hand gripped her hip bruisingly tight as he pounded into her, the enchanted oil easing his passage.

Solas and Felassan's movements became more urgent, their thrusts deeper and more forceful as they neared their peak. The air crackled with magic, shimmering wisps of energy dancing across their skin.

Solas's grip on Lavellan's hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with relentless intensity. His usual composure had shattered, replaced by raw, primal need. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Lavellan's oversensitive body.

Behind her, Felassan's clever hands traced intricate patterns of magic along her spine, igniting new sparks of sensation. His other hand gripped her hip bruisingly tight as he pounded into her, the enchanted oil easing his passage. His violet eyes blazed with hunger as he watched her writhe between them.

"Let go for us one more time, vhenan," Solas commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Come undone."

At his words, Lavellan felt herself hurtling towards another impossible peak. Her body trembled violently, suspended between them as pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. She cried out, beyond words as ecstasy consumed her once more.

Solas and Felassan's movements became frenzied as Lavellan's climax pushed them over the edge. They drove into her with abandon, chasing their own release. The air crackled with magic, shimmering wisps of energy dancing across their skin.

Solas was the first to succumb. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside Lavellan's quivering heat. His seed spilled into her in hot pulses as his hips jerked erratically. Waves of magic rolled off him, washing over Lavellan's oversensitive form and prolonging her own pleasure.

Moments later, Felassan followed. He gripped Lavellan's hips bruisingly tight as he pounded into her a final time. His release flooded her, the enchanted oil amplifying every sensation. Sparks of violet energy crackled along his skin, leaping to Lavellan and igniting new sparks of ecstasy.

Caught between them, Lavellan's body convulsed with the force of yet another climax. She cried out hoarsely, beyond words as pleasure consumed her. The magical bonds pulsed rapidly, sending waves of tingling sensation through her suspended form.

For several long moments, the trio remained locked together, trembling in the aftermath of shared ecstasy. The glade was filled with the sound of ragged breathing and the fading crackle of spent magic.

As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, Solas and Felassan began to lower Lavellan's trembling form. With exquisite care, they guided her onto the soft bed of moss that Felassan had conjured earlier. The magical tendrils that had held her aloft slowly dissolved, fading away in shimmering motes of light that danced through the air like fireflies.

Solas's fingers traced along Lavellan's temples, dispelling the magical blindfold with a whispered word. As the shimmering veil faded, Lavellan blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the glade. The compulsion that had woven through Solas's commands gently unraveled, leaving her mind clear but pleasantly hazy in the aftermath of their shared passion.

With reverent touches, Solas and Felassan began to clean Lavellan's flushed skin. Felassan conjured a bowl of warm, scented water and soft cloths. They worked in tandem, their movements gentle and soothing as they wiped away the mingled evidence of their lovemaking. The warm, damp cloths felt heavenly against Lavellan's oversensitive skin, drawing soft sighs of contentment from her lips.

Solas and Felassan tended to Lavellan with infinite care, their touches reverent as they cleaned her flushed skin. Felassan conjured more warm, scented water and soft cloths. They worked in tandem, movements gentle as they wiped away the mingled evidence of their lovemaking. The damp cloths felt heavenly against Lavellan's oversensitive flesh.

Solas cradled her head in his lap, fingers combing through tangled strands with patient devotion. His touch was grounding, anchoring her as the last waves of pleasure ebbed. Felassan's clever hands traced soothing patterns along her limbs, easing away any lingering tension or soreness.

"How do you feel, vhenan?" Solas murmured, voice soft with concern.

Lavellan managed a contented hum, beyond words. A lazy smile curved her lips as she leaned into their ministrations.

Felassan chuckled warmly. "I think we've rendered our lovely Herald speechless." His tone was teasing, but his violet eyes shone with genuine affection.

Once they'd cleaned her thoroughly, Solas carefully lifted Lavellan into his arms. She nestled against his chest with a quiet sigh as he carried her to a nearby grassy area. Felassan darted ahead, as he carried blankets and pillows to create a cozy nest.

They settled her gently onto the soft blankets Felassan had arranged. The grass beneath was cool and fragrant, cushioning their bodies as they reclined. Solas cradled Lavellan against his chest, his arms encircling her protectively. Felassan stretched out on her other side, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

Above them, the night sky stretched out in a glittering tapestry of stars. The glade was far from any settlements, allowing the full glory of the heavens to shine unobstructed. Countless pinpricks of light twinkled against the inky blackness, some steady and bright while others flickered like distant candle flames.

Felassan conjured softly glowing wisps that floated lazily around them, casting a warm, ethereal light. The magical orbs pulsed gently, their soft radiance complementing rather than overwhelming the starlight. They cast shifting shadows across the lovers' intertwined forms, painting their skin in ever-changing patterns of light and dark.

A cool breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the mingled scents of night-blooming flowers and rich earth. It caressed their flushed skin, soothing away the last lingering traces of heat from their passionate encounter. Lavellan shivered slightly, and Solas pulled her closer, his body heat enveloping her like a cocoon.

Felassan reached out, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along Lavellan's arm before coming to rest on her hip. He shifted closer, his body molding against her side as he draped one leg over hers. The warmth of his skin seeped into her, chasing away the last whispers of chill from the night air.

His touch was different now - no longer inflamed with passion, but tender and almost reverent. His palm curved around the gentle slope of her hip, thumb brushing idle circles against her skin. The simple contact grounded her, a reminder of their shared intimacy and the bond that now existed between them.

Lavellan let out a contented sigh, nestling deeper into the cocoon of warmth created by their bodies. Solas's chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm in her ear. Felassan's breath tickled the nape of her neck, soft and even.

Above them, the night sky continued its slow dance. Stars wheeled overhead in their ancient patterns, constellations shifting as the hours passed. Occasionally, a streak of light would arc across the heavens - a falling star, its brief life ending in a blaze of glory.

The glade around them seemed to pulse with quiet magic. Fireflies danced between the trees, their bioluminescent glow mingling with Felassan's conjured wisps.

Lavellan drifted in and out of a peaceful doze, cradled between Solas and Felassan. Their gentle touches and whispered words of affection wove through her dreams, creating a tapestry of warmth and belonging. She felt utterly safe, utterly cherished, in a way she had never experienced before.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

CHRISTMAS WITH STEVIE FOR BUNNYCEMBER PLEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEE 🥹

Author's note: FOR YOU ANYTHING 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Cinnamon, pine and faint smell of chocolate - that's how you'd describe your holiday this year. Christmas playlist playing on the old radio by the windowsill while STEPHEN GLASS stood in the tiny kitchen, furiously shaking a can of whipped cream while sneaking glances at you as you fiddled with the Christmas tree lights nearby.

“You know,” he called out and you could already pick up his teasing tone “if you keep squinting at them like that, they’re not magically going to untangle themselves.”

You turned to him, holding up the tangled mess of lights like some kind of unwanted trophy. “Oh, really? Because I thought glaring at them harder would make them behave.”

He laughed softly “Okay, okay,” he set down the whipped cream and walking over to you, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. “Let the Christmas miracle worker handle this.”

“Miracle worker?” you teased, stepping back to let him take over.

He crouched down, squinting at the wires. “That’s right. If I can handle five sources contradicting each other on the same story, I can definitely handle a couple of Christmas lights. Watch and learn, sweetheart.”

It only took five minutes for him to get just as tangled in the lights as they were. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter when you saw him wrapped up in the string, blinking bulbs tangled in his hair.

“This was the plan all along,” he insisted, grinning up at you. “I’m just trying to embody the holiday spirit, you know? Light me up and call me Rudolph.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You knelt beside him to help untangle the mess, but his hands caught yours mid-reach.

“Wait,” he said, tone suddenly softer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Look at me.”

And so you did - the colored lights reflected in his wide, earnest eyes, and the grin turned into something tender. ���I’m really glad you’re here. Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas unless it’s with you.”

“Damn!” Stephen scrambled up, nearly tripping over the lights as he rushed back to the stove. He managed to save the cocoa just in time, or rather save the entire kitchen, before pouring it into two mismatched mugs with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“Hot cocoa averted,” he carried the mugs over to the couch. He handed you one with an extra flourish, showing off the mountain of whipped cream and the tiny marshmallows balanced precariously on top. “Only the finest for my favorite person.”

You took it, snuggling into his side as you both sat beneath the glowing tree, now fully lit thanks to your earlier teamwork. He pulled a plate of cinnamon rolls from the coffee table and offered you one, his voice dipping into something playful as he said, “Made with my own two hands… and by that, I mean I picked them up from the bakery this morning. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Absolutely,” you grinned, taking a bite of the sugary goodness.

Stephen watched you, his expression soft as snow. “Merry first day of Christmas, babe” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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