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TikTok Thirst Traps

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Featuring: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Eris, & Tamlin

Warning(s): none

Summary: Nothing much, just the ACOTAR males as TikTok stereotypes / thirst traps.

SR’s Note: Guys I’m soooo sorry I swear I’m working on Invisible String and THTH — I have so much personal life stuff going on too and it’s been hard finding time to write! Anyways, here’s a little sum sum in the meantime for you all. <3

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Rhysand

major businessman / entrepreneur vibes for rhys’ thirst traps

a man in a suit is just… *chef’s kiss*

he has money and he knows it and does not care to show it on social media

his page is definitely a dark colored theme, most of his attire is black, and he comes across super professional

however

he knows what the ladies like

occasionally his car will make an appearance, or what he would deem “risqué” (ahem, the middle inspiration photo)

doesn’t care too much about comments… he actually finds that the women who frequently spam his page are a bit annoying more than anything

regardless, he would never say anything rude to anyone

keeps his pages mostly professional to avoid conflict in the workplace; but lets be honest, everyone in his office is down bad for this man, he’s not getting in any kind of trouble

genuinely couldn’t find just one that was a perfect fit for rhys, but his page comes very close if it were a bit darker themed and more luxurious / CEO-ish? is that a word? more suit content? you get the gist

Cassian

i almost feel like it’s a given that his tik tok thirst traps would be the “gym bro” / hot guy workout videos

a lot of these are simply him working out, not necessarily trying to get girls attention or anything but simply provide content for his fitness account

to take this a step further— when the girlies start commenting on his posts with emojis and such, he gets a little flustered. he wasn’t expecting this… he just lifts, that’s all

but, he can’t complain

his page is chaotic; videos of him lifting, flexing, what he eats to stay in shape, and even some videos of self reflection

it’s the comments like, “let me come to the gym with you!” or “you could lift me instead” etc that he turns into videos of how to get into working out / body building… not realizing the girlies just like to look at him. lol

he would respond to just about every comment with something kind or positive, even if it was sexual / silly in nature he’d find a way to make light of it

best example i could find would be this man

Azriel

i think we already know modern!az is a biker boy. there. i rest my case. that’s all.

i’m kidding

he thrives off the attention from booktok ladies; he doesn’t respond much, but he secretly reads every comment / mention / dm and takes every suggestion seriously when considering new content to create

yes, he films a few with a scream mask on

again, i rest my case

of course he has a darker themed page, lots of slow bass music on his videos and many videos of him riding at night

he’s always in a tight tee to show off his body that he’s spend years honing — and yes, he knows the girls love his arms too

not too much humor online from this guy. no full face reveal either.

however, when he reveals his smile for the first time…

let’s say his followers just about loose their minds

there’s so many tik tok pages like this yall already know what im talking about… here’s an example in case you don’t

Lucien

at first, he didn’t follow trends or do any kind of thirst traps of any kind. he thought those were kind of dumb and mainly used the app to send funny videos to his friends

however

lucien is creative, and his outlet here is music

apparently being a sassy redhead wasn’t enough, so he started filming himself playing his guitar

shirtless… of course.

the jump in followers may have prompted him to continue filming such content… or maybe the types of comments he was getting to boost that ego of his HAHA

anyways, his vibe is more acoustic / beachy / peaceful and light, very beach boy vibes with him but he will dabble in the electric guitar all the same once he gets used to playing it

per mentioned previously, he used to not make many videos, but now that he does, he finds himself being very real on this app and a lot of times recording small snippets of his own songs and talking into the camera

he enjoys the comments that show he is clearly capable of snagging the attention of the ladies; however, he responds to a lot of the ones that pertain to his talent and are interested in more than just his pretty face <3

i like this example best, with a lighter / more beachy and acoustic aesthetic … this may be more accurate

Eris

i’m really hoping you guys understand what i’m going for with this one… eris cooks.

like, very handsome, very demure, very good looking, cooking alone, but also… he knows what he’s doing and likes to play with his food, so to speak.

walk with me here.

he knows that a man with expensive taste already gets the ladies going. but a man with expensive taste AND in the kitchen? sir-

he will show every skill he has. baking, cooking, mixology…

and of course, some implied skills as well

he reads his comments — especially the ones where the girlypops are horny on main. he doesn’t give af; he loves that shit. in fact, keep it coming

sensual music, low lighting, expensive clothes… he’s a man that gets it. he could get it. and he knows that.

i think his videos would be a combo of this page and this page if you can use your imagination

Tamlin

tamlin is a hot ass, gentlemanly, mothafuckin cowboy and i will die on that hill — don’t play with me

while some videos are very pg, very church-boy, very homegrown… there are also the shirtless, sweaty, pickup-truck ones

don’t lie. you know exactly what i’m talking about.

he is a built dude. he works all day in the sun, he’s very caring for his land and the animals that live on it, and when he realized the attention he got from filming himself doing simple things around the ranch…

boy oh boy.

it started with simple things — throwing hay bales, riding horseback, etc…

but then he read his comments. people wanted more. the pretty ladies on the tik tok wanted more.

so he yanked off his shirt and jumped on the trends.

did he particularly like it? no. he didn’t like filming himself walking around his oversized pickup in just his jeans and boots, the sun kissing his skin over the rim of his hat…

but what he did enjoy was the cuties in his DMs and all their sweet messages for him.

he was a countryman at heart, so naturally his page was filled with images of the great outdoors and him in it — though many of his comments went unanswered. he was a bit shy, as social media wasn’t something he liked to use regularly

nonetheless, he did enjoy reading positive feedback after a long hard day of work

his feed would look a lil like this or THIS

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matt is posting for our one year in february guys just you wait

i seriously feel like chris/matt are probably in relationships rn and will randomly hard launch it on instagram and none of us will see it coming 😭

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screw top rosé

summary: a cozy wine night with your boyfriend, matt<3 pairing: matt x feminine reader content: alcohol, kissing, fluff! a note from lilah 𐙚: welcome to my first piece of work on this blog! i hope you all love it :) (lowercase intended!)

you smiled to yourself as you lit an autumnal candle, breathing in the sweet scent. the rain pattered against the window panes of your and matt's shared apartment, giving the space the perfect ambience for the evening. given matt's job as an influencer, especially in la, it was rare for the two of you to have a relaxed evening at home, especially on a saturday. somehow though, the whiteboard calendar that you kept in the kitchen was evening on this november evening.

you rushed to the front door as you heard matt's keys jingling in the lock, your fuzzy-sock-covered feet sliding across the hardwood floor. you threw open the door before your boyfriend could even unlock it, smiling eagerly at the plastic takeout bag in his hand.

"what happened to "hi", "how are you?"?" matt chuckled, snaking an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

"no one gets between me and my food," you joked, but nevertheless returned matt's kiss with a peck on his cheek. "let's eat."

within minutes, you had your and matt's share of chinese takeout spread out across the bar where you two ate. before sitting down, you pulled a bottle of rosé from the fridge, effortlessly removing the screw top and pouring a glass for both of you. matt smiled, thanking you and taking a sip of the wine. fuck if it was a "girly" drink, he liked rosé.

the conversation died down as you and your boyfriend began to eat, your mouths occupied with the taste of good food. as you finished off your plate, you looked up at matt, noting his empty wine glass and the pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

"wine getting you already?" you chuckled, standing to clear the plates.

"i'm not a lightweight." matt grumbled, despite the darkening of his cheeks betraying him.

you chuckled, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the sink. they could be washed tomorrow. right now, spending time with matt, free of loud parties or events, was more important than housework.

"i'm gonna go put on my pajamas and then we can watch a movie!" you explained gleefully.

matt nodded, giving your ass a soft pat as you left the room. his insides felt warm already, thanks in part to the alcohol, but also to just how much love he felt for you. by the time you returned, clad in silky, pink pajamas, matt had set up the living room for the rest of your night. the bottle of rosé and your two glasses were set on the coffee table, couch decorated with fuzzy blankets, and the tv waiting on netflix.

you cuddled up next to matt under one of the blankets, pouring you both another glass of wine. unlike your boyfriend, you tolerated alcohol quite well, but it always made you smile seeing how sleepy and cuddly matt got. it wasn't long before matt grabbed the remote, flicking the tv to your favorite movie and wrapping his arm around you.

the living room was silent for a while as you became engrossed in your movie, comforted by the pink liquid in your cup and the feeling of matt's body against your own.

"baby?" matt hummed, poking your side.

"mhm?' you asked, pausing the movie and turning to face your lover.

"i love you," he giggled, cheeks pink and eyes shiny. "you're the prettiest girl ever."

"and i love you more." you smiled, kissing matt's plump, warm lips softly.

"i can't believe you like me enough to kiss me." he grinned, blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

"i'm your girlfriend, silly." you chuckled, noting matt's empty wine glass.

"so if you're my girlfriend, does that mean i can do this?" he yawned, plopping his head in your lap.

"sure does." you kissed his head, running your fingers through his messy, brown hair.

matt smiled and yawned, clearly sleepy from the alcohol. "that feels nice," he mumbled. "like it."

as time passed, the more the alcohol hit matt's system, the more cuddly he became. it wasn't long before he was practically laying on your lap, eyes blissfully closed. "i dunno why i'm so sleepy." he mumbled.

"two glasses is a lot for you, bubba." you giggled gently.

"bedtime?"

"sure, matt. bedtime." you smiled, placing a kiss to his head.

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The Beast

i am so sorry for how long this took!! i hope you like it and if you do have any suggestions let me know :)

being with toto was exhilarating to put simply. Everyone knew him as the big bad Wolf and it wasn’t a bad description of him it just needed a little bit of context.

The Mercedes tables and head sets had often been the brunt of Totos anger and frustration but behind the tough guy facade was a kind hearted husband.

Every now and then especially after a bad race the media loved to make him seem like a villain, but unfortunately this time they chose you.

You had once faced the brunt of how unfair the media could truly be.

Having only just brushed hands with Fred and have given him a small smile the media made it seem like you were out there cheating on toto with his championship rival snitching out the teams secretes for quick hookups.

You were truly blissfully unaware of what was going on as your husband had warned you about the dangers of social media especially as passionate fans would often end up flooding the drivers wife or girlfriends comments or dms if their favorites were not performing.

This was coming from a rather nasty encounter Carmen and Lilah had with fans so you knew better then to search up your name on the internet.

You thought you were safe from the heat of Mercedes not performing well up until a nasty member of the media and a quite loyal Mercedes fan had shoved you hard towards the ground accusing you of being a slut and a whore and why Ferrari were getting better then Mercedes.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, they almost burned like acid. How could he say that, did he not know that you had sworn your life to toto.? your head pounded after just being assaulted and called a slut in the middle of the paddock and then being forced to be the brunt of all the paddock gossip.

You had always vowed to be loyal to toto and to always be honest with any feelings that might come between the two of you

Unfortunately you had broken the second vow, knowing how protective your husband tended to be in normal situations you knew it was best for his PR image and team to not let him know of this incident.

However the wounds you had suffered from the rough fall were rather prominent, you simply decided to tell your husband if he would notice and ask that you had a rather silly fall.

But before all of that you really wanted a nice quiet corner to let out the tears you were holding back. You knew the lack of your presence would not be noticed as toto had a rather long team meeting.

Hastily you made your way to the front of the lady’s bathroom and simply lost it. You let everything out, the pain from the fall the humiliation the insulting words everything. The only thing that was able to muffle your cries so as to not alert anyone was your own hand.

You finally exited the bathroom after what seemed like ages when realistically it wasn’t more than half an hour. It wasn’t long until you retreated into the Mercedes motorhome beyond exhausted and frankly just needing your husband but alas you couldn’t tell him.

With millions of thoughts echoing your mind you slowly let yourself find sleep in the corner of Toto’s room.

Blissfully unaware of what was going to happen.

Toto knew he was a lucky bastard it wasn’t the amount of championship he had that made him come to that conclusion it was the fact that he had you out of all odds. He knew you inside out, knowing when you are well or unwell just by simple actions.

Toto prided himself in his abilities to comfort and protect you. So when he didn’t find you eagerly waiting near his side after the long meeting he knew something was wrong. The two of you were peas in a pod always close, something was surely up.

He made his way out of the motorhome on his way to try and figure out where his wife had wandered off to, he was told by multiple staff that they had last seen you near the ladies bathroom inside the motorhome. Toto simply made his way back inside his room only to find you curled up on the corner.

He chucked a little, just when he thought you couldn’t get any more adorable. His chuckle however was cut short when he noticed the small red cuts around your hands and palms and how your eyes seemed red and irritated not to mention the fact that your lashes were still wet.

He had this feeling that something most definitely had happened to his love and he wasn’t going to spare whosoever had hurt her.

Your sleep was quickly interrupted by your husband who looked rather cross. Without looking at him you quickly wiped your eyes and face jusy to get rid of the signs of your meltdown.

Toto the ever wise fox had noticed. He called you forward and quickly took your hands in his larger ones and simply asked what had happened.

You couldn’t help it, all the tears that you had cried out came back this time even worse. In a blink of an eye you were pulled towards your husbands chest and blubbered what had happened so much for keeping it a secret from him.

You noticed how the German man’s fists were getting more and more tighter almost to the point of it turning red. You knew this wasn’t going to end well and had made him swear that he would not do anything that would hurt him and the teams image.

With an annoyed sign he agreed and simply held you closer, and whispered nothing but angry German curses and how badly he wanted to run into the guy and give him a piece of his mind.

It had been a while since the incident happened, however social media got a whiff of all that occurred and had conducted their own little investigation which lead to the identity and basic information of your assaulter being leaked. You had no clue about this but toto he was having a field day.

Although he had promised you that he wasn’t going to do anything he hired a team of lawyers to sue your attacker named Paul for everything he had done.

Later that day toto held a press conference to bring light to the story and in rather stern terms explain how much he trusted you and how Bull shit the claims of the man were.

News got out of his actions and fans quickly swooned over your husbands reaction.

toto and you were laughing to all the tweets that were coming out saying how much of a protective mother hen toto really was and how fans wished that the both of you would remain ever so happier.

toto was never a villain without a reason, he just needed a little bit of context that’s all. his context came in the shape of you.

oh and toto made sure to permanently ban paul from all circuits 🤭

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Featuring: the hot n’ evil vampire ladies are back, sad wet cat whumpee is also back, more creepy pet names, creepy comfort, casual talk of death, dehumanization, vampire duel, throat cutting (not permanent), regeneration

deadly nightshade

"It isn't fair!" Lucy complained. "I'm a vampiress, not a scullery maid!"

She kicked defiantly at the pile of logs she'd just finished stacking, sending them scattering over the floor of the cave. Folding her arms, she glared at Morgana. "I thought that's what we kept him around for, anyway. To do the chores so that I don't have to."

"We keep him around for his blood," Morgana replied in an even tone. "The fact that he makes a useful servant is only an additional benefit."

Her hand crept into Will's hair, stroking him exactly the way she would her beloved Clover. There was no magic binding him to the stone table this time, but regardless he didn't dare move. He lay half-curled on the hard slab of rock, his head in Morgana's lap, trying not to tremble as she carded her fingers through his curls.

Pouting, Lucy bent to stack up the firewood a second time. She was doing a terrible job of it; Will had a feeling it was on purpose in the hopes that someone else would pick up the slack. "He's done nothing all day but sit on his arse," she huffed. "Maybe Selene's right about him."

Will glanced fearfully over to where Selene stood at the other end of the cave, rearranging the contents of the crooked shelf they'd managed to put up. Morgana clicked her tongue, pulling his attention back to her. "Don't you worry about Selene, my sweet little William," she murmured. "Just rest."

Right, I'm supposed to be William. A year with the vampires and he still hadn't stopped thinking of himself as Will. Morgana liked him to be William; she had told him at the beginning that just Will was far too common a name for a vampire's pet. But she hadn't used that word exactly. She'd called him something else- a familiar? That didn't sound right either. But Will didn't have the strength of mind to puzzle it out. The last meal had been hellish. They'd drained nearly every last drop of blood he had. He was still recovering from it, and the blood loss combined with the aftereffects of their magic had addled his brain. He couldn't focus.

And it wasn't just his strength of mind. Will had never been very strong, but it had been four days since the vampires' feast, and he was still as weak as a kitten. The wood Lucy was grudgingly piling up had been one of his tasks that morning. He'd run out of strength in the middle of it, dropping the wood and scattering the pieces everywhere. He had cowered on the floor, trembling, sure that Morgana would be angry and tell Selene to punish him. Selene always handled his punishments, and they were always cruel. She would drag him from the cave and beat him, or tie him to a tree and throw her daggers at him, or hold his head underwater in the river until he was half-drowned, or whatever terrible thing she thought of to do to him this time.

But he had been even more afraid when Morgana had pulled him- gently- up and guided him to the stone table, making him lie down. For a heartstopping moment he had thought that she would drink from him, again, and he had barely started to heal from the last time, he was hardly strong enough to stand, she couldn't take any more, he had nothing left.

She hadn't bitten him. All she had done was sit on the edge of the table and pull his head into her lap. And that was where he had been ever since, lying perfectly still while Morgana stroked his hair and murmured soft silly things to him.

And she'd told the others to finish his chores. Lilah was out hunting, and Annabel was too old for much housework, so it had fallen to Lucy and Selene. The older of the two had set to the work without a word. Lucy was being much more vocal about it.

"Lilah ought to be back here helping us instead of traipsing through the woods without a care," she sulked. "If they've caught her and burned her for a witch I won't be a bit sorry."

Annabel snorted from her rocking chair. "If it's Lilah they catch, they'll lock her up as a lunatic."

"Besides, not much burning nowadays," Selene said. "It's all hanging."

"Hanging isn't much fun," Annabel replied with a sigh. "No pageantry, no theater- just a rope, a drop, and you're dead. I miss the days when we could scream curses at the crowds from the midst of the flames. Now that was some real entertainment."

Will shuddered. He had heard them talk about such things before, of course. But he had never quite gotten used to it. The way the vampires spoke so casually about death, knowing they would simply resurrect...it was unnerving. Will lived a few drops from dying every day of his life. The vampires' flippant talk of the subject hurt to hear. He knew that one day they would kill him- his body would wear out at last, or Selene would take a punishment too far, or Morgana would grow tired of him.

It was the way things worked. The vampires were undead. Will was closer to dying every day.

Morgana's hands slid from his hair down to his cheek, and despite himself Will lifted his head slightly to press into her touch. It was so rare for her to caress him like this- usually it only happened while she was drinking from him, a gentle hand laced with magic to still his pained writhing. He hated the vampires' magic. He hated the feel of it- it felt like silk, sliding over his body and holding him down, forcing him to lie still while they drank his life away. He hated the way it infiltrated his mind, whispering lies to him and making him believe things that weren't true.

More than anything he hated how powerless it made him feel. They could force him to do anything they wanted him to do, and they could even make him believe he was happy to do it. Lucy liked to do that- she put him under illusions when she fed on him, and Will hated it. She would get in his mind and pull out memories and make him relive them. He'd believe that he was back on the farm, lying in the hayloft and looking up through the cracks in the roof at the stars- and then it would end and there'd be a corpse-gray face and red eyes and sharp fangs, and she'd laugh. Lucy always laughed at him. "Silly little human," she'd titter, and Will felt so small when she did it. She teased him endlessly, or said cruel things as if he couldn't even hear. Or, worse, as if she knew he could hear every word.

Morgana at least seemed fond of him, even if it was in the same way she was fond of Clover. Will was just another pet to her. Part of him- the part he tried his best to hide from them- hated it.

But part of him didn't mind so much. Especially in moments like this.

Will's eyes had started to slip closed without him realizing it. Morgana laughed above him- her laugh was rich and silvery, not high and teasing like Lucy's. "Poor lamb. Are you tired, sweet one?"

Will knew she didn't really want an answer. She just liked to talk to him. He shifted his head to the side, and she put her hands in his hair again. Will's eyes fluttered as she stroked his curls.

"I still think we should kill it," Selene said, and Will froze.

Morgana's hand never faltered, as if she'd been expecting this conversation. "Not yet."

"Why?" Selene sounded frustrated. "It's useless now! It's hardly worth the effort to keep it alive! Look at it! It's so worn out that it's sleeping in your lap!"

Morgana made a little humming sound. "Because I said no. That should be enough."

There was a noise like metal on fabric. When Morgana spoke again, her voice was as silken as ever, but wrapped around steel. "Put that away, Selene. You can't possibly hope to overpower me."

"You've gotten soft." Selene's accusing tone rang loud around the cave walls, and Will cringed. "You actually care about a human. You're attached to it."

"And what if I am?" Will didn't dare look up, but he could imagine the elegant lift of Morgana's eyebrow. "What if I like having a human about the place?"

"This place is a cave in the middle of the woods!" Selene shot back. "And why did we have to flee here? Because you stopped to catch a human!"

"Is Selene going to stab Morgana?" Lilah's voice. Apparently she was back.

"No," said Morgana, falsely pleasant. "She is going to put those daggers down before I bespell her into a spider and crush her." Will smelled the acid tang of Morgana's magic alarmingly close to his head. One of her hands still rested in his hair- but the other hand held a spell, snapping with energy, ready to hurl at Selene.

"And Morgana is going to stand up and accept my challenge for leadership of this coven," Selene growled back, "or forfeit it here and now."

Morgana stood up. Will's head slipped from her lap to crack painfully against the stone. He yelped, sitting up and putting a hand to the sharp pain that bloomed in his skull.

No one took any notice. Lucy and Lilah had gone very still where they stood, their eyes wide and almost afraid. Will had never seen any of the vampires look afraid.

Annabel stood up from her chair, waving away the rats. She seemed suddenly to have lost the dozy haze that always lay over her, her spine straight and her face focused and sharp. "Selene, do you challenge Morgana for the leadership of this coven?" she asked, her voice ringing against the stone walls.

Selene spat on the floor. "Provoc."

"Morgana, do you accept this challenge?"

Morgana pushed her silk sleeves up. "Greva."

Will didn't understand the words, but he could read the tone behind them.

"To the blood," Annabel said, and stepped back. Lilah and Lucy pressed themselves against the walls, too. Annabel raised a hand and brought it up in a quick twisting motion. "Sange."

Selene uttered an inhuman shriek and leapt at Morgana, daggers drawn. Morgana stood still until the very last moment, then smoothly stepped aside. Selene fell, caught herself, and twisted around to aim a savage slash at Morgana's legs. Morgana dodged, her finger tracing a spell in the air.

Will gasped as lightning shot from Morgana's hand. I didn't know she could do that!

Selene just managed to duck the bolt, growling through bared fangs. Morgana smirked, gesturing for her to try again.

"Weak!" Selene snarled, charging Morgana again. Morgana spun a shield of violet magic, and Selene's daggers slammed into it with a crackling sound. "Playing with your- ngh- pet instead of leading the- agh- coven!"

Morgana smiled grimly and turned on her heel, taking Selene with her. "Pathetic," she retorted. "Jealous of a little human."

Will sat on the table, his legs drawn up to his chest to hide how much he was trembling. He knew without being told that this fight wasn't only deciding leadership of the coven. It was a fight for his life. If Selene won, she would kill him.

Please, Morgana. Please win.

Selene let out another war cry and flung herself at Morgana, slashing and stabbing with both daggers at once. Morgana waited for her to get close and stepped to the side. In a move so quick Will barely saw it happen, she grabbed hold of Selene's arm and bashed it into the cave wall, then pushed herself on top of the other vampire. Selene went down hard, and Morgana trapped her other arm in a hold, twisting it savagely back and up. Selene shouted in anger and pain, her eyes flashing.

Morgana laughed her scornful laugh. "Down, girl," she teased.

Selene thrashed, snarling. But Morgana had her pinned, and she knew it.

"It's to blood, Morgana," Annabel reminded her from the side of the room.

"Oh, I knew I was forgetting something." Morgana plucked Selene's fallen dagger from the floor. She pulled Selene's head back by the hair and set the knife to her throat-

Will looked away. But he still heard the sound of the knife slicing into skin and blood hitting the floor. Selene herself died silently, without so much as a gasp.

"Congratulations, Morgana," said Annabel.

Will turned back to the vampires. Morgana unceremoniously kicked Selene's still body aside and ran her fingers through the blood. Will hated the sight of vampire blood- it was all dark and thick and unnatural-looking. And so were Morgana's eyes as she licked the blood from her fingers.

"Well, that settles that, then," Morgana said. "I win."

Selene's body jerked once, twice, and then she sat up, the gash in her throat pulling itself back together. Will had to stifle his own scream. He'd never seen one of them resurrect before, though he knew they could. He watched as Selene dragged in a huge gulp of air, her eyes almost glowing red. There was a dark scar across her throat now.

"Oh, you're back," Morgana observed. She tossed the dagger over her shoulder. Selene caught it, her face still angry, but more subdued.

Morgana flounced back over to the table, swishing her skirts as she sat down beside Will. "Did I frighten you, darling? I'm terribly sorry." She pulled his head against her shoulder. "Selene, I will allow that once. Challenge me again, and I'll tear your beating heart from your chest and impale it on the nearest rowan tree, do you understand?"

Selene nodded, her hand splayed across the new scar. There seemed almost to be a new...respect in her face.

Morgana made a little hum, flicking her dark hair back over her shoulder. Her fingers stroked Will's cheek. "She is right, you know, lamb," she said softly, and Will stiffened. "Oh, not about killing you. I wouldn't do that for a long while yet. You're much too sweet."

Gently, she took his chin in her hand and turned his head, making him look her in the eyes. They were still pale blue at that moment, but Will knew they would begin to turn red as she got hungry. "You haven't really been earning your keep, little one," she told him. "A bit of blood here and there, a few chores. You've got to be a little more useful for us if you want us to keep you." She laughed at the look on his face, patting his head as she stood. "Oh, don't you worry any more about it, sweet lamb. I'm sure I can find something for you to do."

The scheming look in her eyes was dreadful to see. Will found himself trembling a long time after she let him alone, too afraid for the shivering to stop.

[jackhues]

it's your birthday, silly - (lilah's version)

note: this takes place on DEC/11/23

delilah's world! au

"morning, sleepyhead," delilah said to matthew, eyes never leaving the t.v. screen.

"morning, my del," he smiled, pressing a kiss to her head. "what're you doing awake so early? it's... did you seriously wake up at eight in the morning for bluey?"

"i love bluey," she answered simply.

matthew chuckled at that, having experienced her love for the cartoon firsthand. she was obsessed with it, watching it whenever she could. at first, he'd tried to get her to watch other shows as well, but then she forced him to watch an episode of bluey with her, and he realized it was much better than a lot of other stuff on t.v.

and besides, as long as she was happy, he'll take it.

"alright, my del, what do you wanna eat for breakfast?" he asked her. "hotel breakfast is still open, but if you don't want that, we can always search for some other breakfast place nearby."

"it's up to you, daddy," she shrugged. "whatever you choose, we can do."

matthew raised a brow, "you okay, little pickle? you have a fever or something? you always choose where we eat breakfast."

for the first time since he woke up, delilah looked away from the t.v. to give him an incredulous look.

"i decide on regular days," she told him. "it's your birthday, silly. today, you get to choose what we do."

matthew blinked, the realization that it was his birthday finally hitting.

"oh man, it is my birthday," he realized.

"yeah, you're old," delilah told him. "ew."

she turned back to the t.v.

matthew smiled at his daughter, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

"you know what? i'm okay with whatever we do, as long as we do it together."

"even watching bluey all day?"

matthew nodded, "even watching bluey all day."

[eclipsacanbe]

Silly lover...

Lilah is a lover... And most of the time she only thinks about the Pyromaniac...

[storyofmychoices]

Dealing with a Narcissist

[Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose Masterlist]

Pairing: Trystan Thorne (M!MC) x Lilah Rose (F!MC) Book: Crimes of Passion Word Count: ~450 Rating/Warning: Teen (references to adult situations) A/N: This is my first time writing these two! I hope you enjoy it!

Prompt: @choicesjunechallenge: romance, @choicesbookclub

Synopsis: Lilah is attempting to read a new case file but Trystan is being distracting.

"Don't you ever get tired—"

"You should be well acquainted with my endurance by now—" Trystan interrupted, winking in her direction. "Do you need a reminder?"

"—of talking, tired of talking!" Lilah continued with a scoff. " Ugh! You're such a narcissist!"

"And you love it." He smirked in satisfaction, leaning closer toward her ear. The warmth of his breath tickled her skin as his voice lowered. "You love the sound of my voice almost as much as I do."

"Says who? You?" She pressed her hands to her hips, her brow cocking up.

"Says you," he brushed a kiss below her ear before inching away. "You fell for me, narcissist and all!"

She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore him. "If that's how you remember it—"

"I remember something like, 'Oh, Trystan—" he swooned, "—'I want you,' and then... you proceeded to demonstrate quite aptly how much."

"Shut up!" Her eyes widened, her hand attempting to cover his mouth.

"Make me," he laughed, swiftly avoiding her.

"What are we five?" She turned away, hoping to focus on the file she had been trying to read prior.

"I hope children wouldn't engage in what I was alluding to—"

Lilah growled something under her breath, spinning back into him, capturing his lips, and cutting him off. 

His hands wrapped around her hips, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

"Rose!" Mafalda scolded. "I like to pretend this is still a place of business."

Lilah held up a finger, signaling she needed a moment as she guided Trystan backward one step at a time, his fingers tangling deeply in her hair. 

With his eyes closed, he trusted her lead. His only focus was on the sweet taste of her lips and the heat of her body pressed against his. 

Lilah grappled with the doorknob opening it wide.

"I like the way you think, Rose." His hands raked down her body, slipping beneath her shirt as he waited for the door to close, enveloping them in privacy.

She smirked at his words. "I hope you like what comes next," she teased, nipping at his lower lip.

A throaty growl escaped him. "I know I will."

Their eyes met for a lingering moment; a slow smile adorned her face. "So will I." Lilah firmly pressed her hands against his chest, roughly propelling him backward through the newly opened door. Before he knew what was happening, she slammed the door, locking him on the other side. She leaned back proudly, only then remembering the others in the office. "What? Like you weren't tired of listening to him?"

Without another word, and with Trystan pouting on the other side, she returned to work. 

This is just a silly little drabble, but I felt it captured them well and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Thank you for reading and making it this far. I appreciate any and all support of these two lovely characters!

[hctsummernights]

i love you roman 🥹

since it's thanksgiving (officially) i'm thankful for my wonderful friendgroup, jules, my tumblr moots (special mentions to @pearlzier @hopelessfawn @z0mbbie-kissed AND AND @mattsdolll (almost forgot my wife..) SIGHHHHH and @phone4pills and

@bluestriips and

@tyummyz and

@sturniolocafe and

@quinnysnursery and all of my other pretty people because if i did this any longer it would take up the whole post), my little bug (i love you honey), tumblr, the triplets, writing, my sister (and her boyfriend), and for having great fashion and lots of talent in my 4'11 body

[thesnarkfamily]

Our Wedding & Move-In Day!

It's hard to believe that just 3 months ago, I met the love of my love life! How we met is quite a funny story, he went into our local haberdashery for a tie for a friend's wedding. While my sister and I were shopping for her husband's suit! Luckily, my lovely sister had served him a few times at her bakery so, she was able to introduce us.

(No this isn't our first kiss we took this after) We actually had our kiss alone away from the onlookers. Hayden really hated the idea of that many people staring at him... he struggled enough during the vows.

(still can't even believe I AM MARRIED)

Shout out to my wonderful sister for helping me stay sane during the planning process. There is really better than an older sister wiser beyond her years. She has actually been engaged for almost a year so, Hayden and I beat her to it (lol).

(I let her hold my bouquet so she could get a feel for what it feels like!)

Look at how silly my mom is! I'm so grateful and just can't help but praise god for giving me such an amazing mom. And, yes she is wearing white since I decided to wear a very pale blue it was okay. I'm actually named after her... I don't think I've said my name yet OOPS! My name is Willow Grace Jr. McManus (NOW SNARK!).

(From left to right Mitchell McManus (my dad), Willow Mcmanus (my mom), Me (Willow Jr. Snark), Hayden Snark (my wonderful husband), Haven Snark (Hayden's little sister), Julie Snark (my mother-in-law) (please do not mind her outfit Hayden said it was okay), Lilah McManus (my older sister)

Our first house! She's a fixer-upper given to us by my mother-in-law. It has been in the Snark family for decades but has been almost abandoned since Hayden's father went to be with the lord. During our first week back after our honeymoon, all we did was just clean. We have cleaned up our bedroom and the guest bedroom. Hayden said I shouldn't get ahead of myself and turn it into a nursery (though I did try).

Here is a close-up! We have already been so blessed in this short time. I can't wait to see what else the lord has got in store for us! Give us a follow to keep up with our (hopefully) ever-growing family!

[scorpioriesling]

Too Hot to Handle - Episode 6

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Characters featured: Reader, Feyre, Morrigan, Nesta, Gwyn, Elain, Emerie, Amren, Cassian, Lucien, Eris, Tarquin, Rhysand, Helion, Azriel, & Tamlin

Warning(s): None really, light suggestions

SR’s Note: Thank you always for your patience! All the support for this series is appreciated too. I know this one is shorter, but oh my god so much happens haha! Enjoy and I cannot wait to hear your feedback! Only 4 more episodes after this! (‘: Tags: @velarisdusk @lilah-asteria @starlightazriel @panther-girl-124 @cynthiesjmxazrielslover @paintedbyshadows

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"Y/N, I don't think I'm going to be able to do this," Lucien sighs heavily. Your eyes scan the room, taking in every inch of crimson-painted wall lined with various toys, devices, and... instruments of all kinds. You've practically done a 360 degree turn when your eyes meet Lucien's again, which are dark with growing lust as his gaze rakes over your form.

"Lucien -- stop. We have to be good tonight, remember? We just cost the group a lot of money last night..." You trail off as he draws closer, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. His scent of amber and earth is strong, the earlier smell of the ocean and shore long washed from him. You stare up into his enticing gaze as he hungrily gazes at your lips, his eyes trailing lower to your chest as it rises and falls rapidly with each breath. The fact that you chose to wear a rather low-cut neckline tonight was obviously not the best choice, had you only known.

"Lucien," you whisper as his fingers slide over the curves of your ass. He smirks, squeezing lightly, which makes you jump. You smack his shoulder and pull back, begrudgingly making your way to the balcony and away from his embrace -- much where you'd rather be, if Lana weren't involved.

"Ughhhhhh," he groans, trailing slowly behind you. You open the doors, allowing the cool breeze of the night in to ease the burn of his touch on your skin. He comes up behind you, this time placing his hands on either side of the railing, sure not to touch you. He dips his head after a few moments, resting it on the back of your shoulderblade as you continue to peer out at the night sky.

"Why don't we just end this retreat early and go about our lives outside of here?" He says, his muffled words from his lips against your skin.

"Hm?" You humm.

He draws back, placing a light kiss behind your ear. "I mean," his breath tickles your ear. "Why don't we just leave early, like, get out of here? Then we can do whatever we want," his fingers tickle your side, and you laugh, shrinking back against him. "... then me and my city girl wouldn't have to worry about any silly rules, right?" He says. You look behind you, meeting his gaze with a raised brow.

"Who's to say you aren't exactly how you were when you first came to this retreat, hm?" You tease. Lucien rolls his eyes, and you poke his side, causing him to chuckle. You slip from his embrace, slinking back inside, toward the sex chamber from Hell that you weren't allowed to indulge in.

Over your shoulder, you smirked at him, watching you from against the balcony railing. "You may not even like the city, anyway."

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Back at the villa, the entire group awaited anxiously. Since this new arrival had the choice of someone either in a relationship or previously single, this decision could be catastrophic for many, many reasons.

"I think it's a girl," Mor tuts. Helion sits stone-faced beside her, staring at the ground below. Feyre nervously twists her fingers beside Rhysand, who masks a cool calm face, but runs an anxious hand along her arm in an attempt at comfort. Unlike those in pairs, some of the single men are rather excited, hoping they'll be chosen.

"I would think so," Tarquin speaks up. "I mean, Azriel came last, so it would make sense to add in a girl next." He shrugs.

"Great," Cassian chuckles humorlessly. "One more chick for all of you guys to loose money over." Eris shoulder bumps him from the side.

"Dude, what if she's the hottest girl you've ever seen? You never know who's going to walk in here, or how you'd-"

"Good evening, guests." Lana intereupts.

The group quiets immediately. "Good evening, Lana."

"I am pleased to know that my couples have enjoyed their dates this evening, and I am happy to now inform you that my new arrival is ready for their date. They have selected their chosen guest for the evening as well." It seems as though the entire group holds their breath, the floodlights near the entrance of the villa blinking on as Lana pauses.

"Everyone, please welcome our new guest... Nesta."

Every head turns simultaneously, many of the guys reaching and looking over one another at the entrance to see a beautiful, ash-blonde woman walking gracefully in wearing a glittering silver floor-length gown. Her small, demure smile sent waves of unease through quite a few of the girls, who studied the guys with calculating eyes. Nesta seemed to assess each and every one, though supposedly she could make only one decision... for tonight, anyway.

"Hello everyone," she said politely, when she was close enough to the group. A few of the girls, Amren and Emerie, stood and welcomed her kindly -- the guys were either too entranced by her or had their jaws practically on the floor at this point. Cassian, for one, sat completely still, lips parted slightly, eyes wide as if he'd seen an angel for the first time.

"Nesta has chosen her date for tonight," Lana said, the group's chatter quieting once more. She stood near the edge of the group, her eyes lingering on Cassian for only a moment but landing on Eris, who winked at her, causing the small smile to only grow.

"Eris, please stand and join Nesta for your date on the beach."

"Nice!" Tamlin claps Eris on the shoulder, and Eris rises with a huge grin on his face. Cassian's mouth shuts immediately, his trance seeming to end and reality crashing back in. He folds his arms, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Eris takes Nesta's hand, kissing the back of it softly. She laughs lightly, and the sound of it tickles Cassian's brain in a way he hadn't felt before. A way that made his blood boil.

Why. The Hell. Was Eris going on that date.

In that moment, he felt every nerve ending in his body. Every crackle of the fire in the pit before him felt as though it was raging inside his very heart-

"You alright there, Cass?"

No. He wouldn't be alright. Not until that Nesta, was his.

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"You're sure you don't want to get in? Not even to dip your toes in?" Lucien says teasingly. You roll your eyes at him through the vanity mirror, and he laughs in response. He stands from his crouched form beside the large, rose petal-laden bathtub, still just as enticing even in the morning light.

"Oh, I'm sure." You say, setting down the hairbrush and smoothing out your hair. "The shower did me just fine, and besides, we went all night without breaking one, single rule -- I'd hate for us to lose the group that $5,000 over a silly bath."

He stalks over, the soft pads of the villa slippers you'd both recieved quiet against the carpet. His hands rest on your shoulders, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"We were very good last night, weren't we?" He says. You smile softly, your fingers delicately brushing up and down his forearm as yuor eyes meet through the mirror.

"We were..." You say, leaning back against him and resting your head against his robe-covered torso.

"I wonder how the dates went," he says, his fingers moving to rub small circles against your scalp. You hum softly against the sensation, thinking of nothing else besides Lucien in this moment, the relaxation, and the quality time you have gotten with him thus far.

"Mhm..." You hum. He chuckles, his fingers retreating from your hair as he tilts you upright on your stool once more.

"We should head back soon pretty girl," he says, kissing your cheek quickly. "Still have to meet the new arrival today, right?" He winks, moving to untie his robe and slip on his clothes.

If it were up to you, you'd stay in the sex den from Hell with clothes-less Lucien rather than going back to the group villa, where the new arrival would be, along with likely a whole. Lotta. Drama.

You sigh overdramatically, averting your eyes to spare yourself the impending ache between your thighs you knew you wouldn't be able to soothe if you allowed yourself a glance.

"Yep. I bet they're missing us so much."

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[marley-rose]

kiss your lips sore || marley & elijah 📝

TAGGING → marley rose & @elijahwilde

LOCATION → psu mixer

TIME FRAME → 7/13/2024

NOTES → what starts out as just friends chatting ends in multiple orgasms that only one of them will remember the next day. NSFW, obvi??

Marley grabbed a cherry coke from the bar and headed back toward the party, only to be stopped in her tracks when she saw...well, him. That's what he was to her, in her head. He was the only person who could stop her in her tracks in this specific way. She could tell she'd caught his eye and she smiled at him brightly, closing the gap between them and giving him a one-armed hug. He smelled good, looked good....was good. Always good to her in every way. God. "I didn't know if I'd see you here, but I'm so glad I did. These things aren't really my jam, I feel like I'm older than everyone. When did that happen?"

The night had been... weird, for lack of a better word, but Elijah was still holding out hope that like, something would go right. His eyes scanned the room, looking for someone who would make the night some hilarious story to tell rather than just a faded, drunken memory, and he did happen upon one Marley Rose. Perfect. "Stop it, Mars Bar," Elijah scoffed, wrapping his arms around her and grinning. "Because if you say that we're the village elders, here, I'm going to have to jump out a window. I purposefully caught up on all Gen Z slang so that nobody would actually know me as a millennial. Want to hear about my rizz?"

"Only if you want me to lose my girl dinner," Marley hit back, her nose crinkling in a laugh at her own dumb joke. "But seriously, I'm so glad I ran into you, I was losing hope and feeling a little too awkward. I'm fine on stage, I never get nervous playing to a full room, but parties always make me feel like I'm in sixth grade again, standing on the wall, like no one sees me and I don't want them to. Except, well, you see me, and I mean, that's not so bad."

"Girl dinner," Elijah sang back to her, waving his hand like he was attempting some kind of Mariah Carey-level riff. At the mention of her feeling awkward, he shook his head, and tugged her even closer. "You're so silly," he began, but meant it in the kindest and most loving way. "You're Marley freaking Rose. Literally the sweetest and most compassionate person in the entire world. Like, I get being nervous but on the other hand, every single person at this party would be better off knowing you and having you in their life. I fully believe that."

God, he couldn't just say stuff like that, could he? It was making it harder and harder for her to stop thinking about him like that, and she'd been making a valiant effort. She shook her head, "Have you and Lilah started my official fan club yet? Because you'd be really great co-presidents," she said with a little laugh. "I don't know if I'm the sweetest and most compassionate person in the entire world, but I mean, I will accept the title as long as it comes from you," she touched his shoulder affectionately and sipped her drink, "This is just cherry coke, by the way. I didn't want to be old and drunk at this thing."

I will fight her to be president of your fan club," Elijah said, looking at her very seriously and giving her a tiny bit of side eye. No, he was really kidding, but he hoped Marley would see it. "It's all good. I'll believe it enough for you until you can. Sound good?" Grinning, he tapped his own cup against hers, which decidedly did not contain only cherry coke-- but a Shirley Temple with vodka. "Oh, I'm two for two, Mars. Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

Marley snorted a laugh, "No, you're like, the only reason I'm not leaving," she confessed, cheeks pink. Damn. She smiled, "You're not an annoying drunk, you maintain your charm. I, however...just start crying or making out with a stranger apparently, all judgement and charm goes out the window!" she rolled her eyes, remembering the last time she'd gotten well and truly drunk, "I feel like I haven't recovered from the last time I got too messed up...and it was forever ago!"

Elijah laughed, but again, it was good natured and only stemmed from how adorable he thought Marley was. “Hey, I support all of your choices! If you want to drunkenly make out with a stranger, I’ll hold your bev.” He wasn’t gonna let her cry that night, though. “It’s like… scratching an itch, I guess? If you enjoy it, then once in a while doesn’t hurt.”

Marley thought on it; he wasn't wrong, not exactly. "Well what are you drinking?" she asked curiously, eyeing his cup. " 'Cause if I was gonna switch over, it'd have to be something pretty good, ya feel?"

“I’ve got a Dirty Shirley.” He hated the name as soon as he spoke it, and laughed. “Sorry, that sounds soooo fucking creepy? It’s a Shirley Temple with vodka. Tastes like candy. Do you want a sip to see if you like it?” He held it out to her.

Marley giggled at his phrasing, "Ohhhh no. I wish I'd recorded you saying that to save for posterity," she said. She nodded, "Hm, sure, why not?" She took a sip of his drink, the fruity taste hitting her nicely as the burn of the vodka tingled her throat, "Oh damn, I love this," she said with a smile. "Okay, okay, let's go get me one," she conceded, "I'm convinced."

“Amazing,” Elijah flagged the bartender and ordered another one. “A little sweet and a little bite, just like you.” When the bartender brought the drink back, Elijah clinked his glass against hers. “Cheers. To old friends and new adventures.”

There was that word again, friends. The loop that she'd got herself stuck in by not being brave. A little bite? What bite? Was the bite in the room with us? If she had bite, she'd kiss him right now, or she would've kissed him years ago when there was still any hope of anything happening. She put her smile back on her face and hoped the drink would loosen her up. She clinked glasses with him and took a drink, "Oh, that's beautiful, I could write a song about this very moment."

“Do it!” Elijah encouraged, nodding at her. “I would love to watch you write a song. I feel like it would be like watching Albert Einstein do math. I bet that music from Ratatouille plays, too. You know, the one where they’re cooking and in the zone? Would that be confusing, though? If music plays in your head that is different from the music you’re trying to write?”

Marley snorted, grabbing a tiny notepad and a pen from her purse - this wasn't an odd thing for her, inspiration was everywhere. "The lyrics usually come first, but not always perfectly formed, kind of just like, general ideas." In the notebook, she scribbled, out of his view: this tastes like candy but i bet it'd taste better on your mouth, bet i taste better than all the girls before, bet you'd never leave and it'd never go south if i was brave enough to kiss your lips sore, lalalala? maybe? As she wrote, her brow furrowed. How bold of her, actually, to write lyrics about him in front of him. "See, the music will come later. I actually have a lot of instrumentals and beats that I put together that might fit. We'll see later." She took another swig of dirty shirley and smiled at him.

Elijah read the words over her shoulder and was convinced suddenly of his ability to hallucinate. “Is this fiction?”

Marley thought she'd successfully kept her scribbles out of his view, but of course, she'd been concentrating so hard that she forgot to factor in that he could move to read them. She swallowed hard, her cheeks red. "Sometimes I write fiction, à la folklore..." she trailed off, but she felt it would lack artistic integrity to lie right now, aaaand maybe she was a lightweight, and despite having drained only half of her dirty shirley, she felt a little courageous, "But. this isn't that," she finished her thought boldly, taking another drink and looking him in his eyes.

Elijah stared at her for a moment, wondering if this was one of those alcohol induced fever dreams that Marley had been talking about. Getting sloppy, making out with a stranger. Personally, he’d never seen her exhibit that kind of behavior before, but he knew that someone’s perception of themselves could be brutal in even the best of cases. It was with all the courage and most likely none of the sense in his head that he narrowed his eyes at her. He made sure both of their drinks were nowhere in spilling zone before he carefully tugged her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask, Mars.”

Marley's eyes widened, but she didn't pull back, already feeling heat between her legs at how close he was to begin with, but now that he was under her, that was different. Shit. She smirked at his declaration, but realized he was for real when she saw the want in his eyes, and she wondered if he in turn could see the want in her own. She tilted his chin up and leaned in to kiss him softly, but her body had other plans. It wasn't soft, it was full force, it was cherry and vodka and a taste that belonged to just him. She sucked on his bottom lip and let his hands roam her body as they pleased, years of tension on her side breaking in one moment, and she felt fucking alive. She was right though, the dirty shirley did taste better on his mouth.

In no universe was Elijah expecting that this would be how the night went, but he certainly wasn't going to complain nor take this opportunity for granted. He'd expected something sweet, and nothing could have prepared him from the way she took over. Was it the alcohol making both of them brave? Or was this something she'd actually wanted? "Marley..." he moaned out her name as she deepened the kiss, tugging her impossibly closer onto his lap. He broke away from her, only to trail kisses down her jaw and settled in the curve of her neck, nipping at her skin and soothing it over with his lips. "You're mine tonight."

"I'm never anyone else's," she murmured, a total slip of the tongue, but a truth nonetheless. She tilted her neck back to give him more access, and without any permission from herself, she found herself grinding down into his lap in a room full of people, the ache between her legs simply needing a little something. She let out a small gasp at the sensation, goosebumps forming on her body under his touch, "We need to go somewhere," she whispered against his ear, "This is gonna get really real really fast," she reasoned, as if she wasn't literally riding him with their clothes on.

At the feel of her hips against him, Elijah knew that she was right. He was very quickly feeling his body start to react to her, and knew she could, too. Even the tiniest movement of her hips was making his breathing start to get ragged. He forced himself to break away from her neck and instead cupped her cheeks with his hands, giving her a kiss that was still passionate but not one that would end with them ripping their clothes off at the mixer in front of everyone. "Do you... want to come back with me? To my place? Or... would you rather find a dark corner?"

"Corner," Marley said breathily, knowing they'd probably just start in the back of the uber and ruin one of their ratings. "Take me somewhere, anywhere," she whispered against his ear, lust and a bit of the drink clouding her normally rational mind. This was so not what she'd normally do, but she also wasn't normally with the one person she thought about every night before bed. She hopped off his lap and extended her hand for him to take, and when they connected - yeah, maybe it was a static shock, pure science like her sister would say, but maybe it was the spark she was always singing about in her songs. Maybe, just maybe.

Elijah was ready to carry her to the corner if need be, but as he reached for her hand he brought it to his lips and kissed it. When they were far enough away from the rest of the party, and Elijah had found an alcove that was tucked far enough away that nobody could possibly find them, he gave her about a minute to process before pinning her to the wall and kissing her. “Do you even know how crazy you make me?” He asked, as he pressed up against her to let her feel just exactly what she’d done to him.

The second she felt him hard against her thigh, it was game over. She didn't even think, she just reached down to palm him through his pants, nipping at his jaw, "That's the thing, I didn't know," she said breathily, "But this is a good way to find out," she said, pressing a kiss to his mouth again, grinding herself against him in a way that she simply couldn't help.

Elijah whined against her lips as she palmed him, and he shifted to give her a better vantage point to grind against his thigh. “Take what you need, gorgeous.” Man, if she wanted to use him, he was the most willing for it. “I’ve wanted to kiss you every time we sing together,” he mumbled against her lips, as his hands skimmed down her sides to rest on her hips, encouraging her to move. “And that’s not the only way I’ve wanted to taste you…” He trailed off into another moan, kissing her with more fervor than he had now that the eyes were no longer on them.

Marley was torn between lust and pure adoration at his words, but the pulse between her legs was really winning out. She kissed him back hard, so hard that it practically hurt, but it hurt so fucking good, "Mmf, yeah?" she murmured, "Show me where you wanna taste me," she teased, carding her hand through his hair and locking eyes with him.

He needed no further permission, and as soon as he lasered in on her ocean blue eyes, he knew he was a goner. Elijah moved slowly, hoping to give her every possible out if she wanted him to stop, but trailed kisses all the way down her body before he knelt in front of her, his fingers just brushing against her thigh. “Can I kiss you here?” He asked, referring to the circles he was tracing under her skirt. “That’s one of the places I’ve wanted to taste.”

Marley bit her lip as she looked down at him, "Yeah," she whispered, "God, yeah," she practically whined, feeling the fabric of her panties completely soak now, she spread her legs apart to give him room to get where he needed, never taking her hands out of his hair.

With her permission given, Elijah gently pushed up her skirt and nearly felt the wind get knocked out of him. Marley’s voice, which was his favorite sound, somehow was even more intoxicating in this moment. He pressed kisses to the inside of her thigh, every few movements biting down and then easing it over with his tongue. When he got to her panties, he gently pushed them to the side to kiss her again, closer to her center wanting to see how reactive she was. He wasn’t surprised to find her already wet, but shocked that he’d been the one to do it to her. In one swift movement, he hooked his index finger over the waistband and tugged them down. One hand reached for hers, the other kept her skirt in place as he began working her up.

Marley couldn't stop herself from letting out whines and moans, and when he reached for her hand, honestly? For her that was the best part. She squeezed his hand as he dove in, her mouth falling open when she felt the heat of his mouth on her. She'd thought about this before, of course, but nothing could prepare her for the reality, the beast that was awakening inside of her every second this went on, "So damn good..." she whined.

Elijah knew the number one rule of going down on a girl was to not stop but he couldn’t help feeling proud of himself that he was the one doing this to Marley. He hummed against her, shifting his approach over to suction and nudging her hips in an encouragement to move. Elijah was ready to make sure she couldn’t walk by the end of the night. He squeezed her hand again, looking up at her with adoring eyes. He moaned, but it came out more like a hum against her body.

Marley's moans were getting higher, and higher still, and of course, she wasn't singing, but she sort of felt like she was. Marley squeezed his hand back, they were communicating without words, they didn't need them. She knew exactly what he wanted from her. She rested a leg on his shoulder and let herself fuck his face, grinding against his mouth as her cries got louder and higher - surely people could hear them if not see them, right? She didn't care. "Eli 'm gonna cum," she whimpered, her legs shaking.

Elijah nodded, humming against her still as he encouraged her, determined to make this the best damn sexual experience she’d ever had. Tall orders, but still. “Mhm,” he encouraged, enjoying the feeling like he was completely surrounded by her. Elijah shifted so that their fingers were interlaced instead, and squeezed her hand twice this time. He wanted her to know he was right there with her.

Marley ground herself against him a couple more times, and then she squeezed his hand hard as she felt her orgasm hit her, her moans turning to happy little sighs as her hips stuttered against him, "Oh my God," she murmured, placing her foot back on the floor so she wouldn't keel over, her whole body practically vibrating. All she wanted to do was kiss him again, "C'mere, c'mere," she commanded.

Elijah rode her through it, holding himself back slightly since he knew she might be sensitive. She wanted kisses, and he wanted to give them to her. Turning her down probably had to be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, but Elijah shook his head. Instead, he continued, kissing at her folds and waited until she showed him she was ready to go right back into it.

Marley took a second to understand what was happening, catching on quickly, and smirked when she did, "You're bad," she murmured, taking a second to breathe before hitching her leg back on his shoulder and reaching her hand out for him again, letting her head fall back as he practically devoured her for a second time. "Shit," she hissed, a little sensitive, but the tiny bit of hurt felt good.

Elijah held in most of his laugh, but it trailed off into a moan as he set himself up. He could have stayed there all night, drowning them both in pleasure. Forget the fact that he was starting to get uncomfortably hard against his pants, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did, other than making sure that Marley had no words other than curses and his name. He urged her to move her hips again as he gave her suction, moaning without a care who heard them.

Marley followed his lead, grinding her hips against him slowly at first, then a little faster, the ache building in her feeling impossibly sweet, just fucking gorgeous. She didn't know she liked a hint of pain until just now. The way he sucked her was almost too fucking much, and she loved the too-muchness of it all. She felt tingly everywhere, even her toes. She rocked harder against his face, her moans starting to sound more like sobs, but God was she happy.

Her voice was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life, and he knew he’d do anything to get her to make these sounds again. As she reached her second climax, Elijah slid one finger inside her, searching for the spot that would make her really scream. He didn’t want to break his movements but he did want to tell her to let go.

Marley felt it hitting her again, like a fucking truck. She let out a moan-sob and felt herself shaking like a leaf as she let go, "Fuck," she cried. "Oh God, baby," she whined. She felt like she was on a higher plane of existence - no one had made her feel like this in a long fucking time, if ever. She wasn't sure if she'd ever felt quite this good with anyone, now that she thought about it.

This time, after Elijah rode her through it, he did stand up, take her into his arms, and kiss her. “You were so good for me,” he mumbled in between kisses, as he lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. “So fucking good, Marley.” He sighed, peppering kisses on her face.

Marley let herself be lifted and kissed him back with fervor, "I always wanted to be," she whispered, her senses buzzing. Everything from how he smelled to how he tasted to how good he just made her feel just made her need him to never stop touching her.

"I think we need to get out of here," Elijah swallowed, his voice very rough as he shifted his attention to her neck. "I can't have you in all the ways I want you on this desk, as fun as that would be. And you deserve a bed, really."

Marley's chest swelled with affection at his words, "So take me somewhere," she said matter of factly, pulling back to kiss him sweetly before moving to smooth her skirt down in preparation to simply blow this pop-stand. She bit her lip, her wet center still throbbing from all the attention it was getting. "You coming?"

Elijah reached for her hand and grinned. “Sure am. Should we go see if they’ll give us a room?” Maybe not the most romantic of circumstances, but he’d certainly make do with what he was given.

Marley nodded, "Mhm, yeah," she said, taking his hand and walking out of their little hidey-hole, making their way to the front desk. They probably looked like lovestruck teenage idiots as they approached the bored looking woman behind the keyboard, but Marley couldn't bring herself to care. "Hi! We'd like a room please, whatever you have available," she said confidently, like she wasn't requesting a room to fuck this man in right this minute. It was about to be a long, long night.

Marley didn't know this at the time, but she'd definitely left her underwear somewhere in that hotel, and also probably some of her dignity.