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[wickedpeachie]

Turning to face his makes her breathless. Lucien is all parts dashing, handsome. One male should not be so handsome. But how lucky she was that he was hers. He obliges her request, hands moving to scoop her face to his. Elain swore her chest was going to burst from the sensation of their kiss. It was spice on the tip of her tongue, it was like being dipped in honey. Her hands tangle into his shirt fingers digging at buttons to expose more of him. She wanted to know what he looked like, what he felt like. Her hands swiped at the edge of his pants, dancing along the skin as she tugged his shirt from the waistband. He was so warm. She could feel it radiating off of him. “Lucien” His name falls from her lips sweetly, pleading. 

The final button is undone as the back of her knees hit the bench. She hadn’t even realized they’d moved, let alone to the bench. perfect. Elain shifted her lips to his jawline, nipping gently against the skin before placing kisses over it. Her body felt hot, suffocated. She wanted out of her dress, wanted less of fabric and more of Lucien. She needed the ache to stop between her thighs. She needed to know what the bond would feel like. She n e e d e d to know what he felt like. "i'm yours" she breathed, a smile on her lips. For the first time, freely, happily, she wanted to be claimed by him.  

Elain tasted better than he could have ever imagined. Of all the times he dreamt about this very moment the reality of it was so much sweeter than he could have ever imagined it would feel. He can't help the smirk that touches his lips at her dazed answer, but he is not done with his affections. "Elain." He breaths out her name against her shoulder nipping lightly at her soft skin. How much he wanted to feel every inch of it under his finger tips and enjoy worshiping at the alter of her body. Lucien was going to enjoy this just as much as she was he was sure though he would make sure that she enjoyed it much more than him. "Oh my sweet Elain."

Her request was something that he couldn't ignore and he turned her so that her front was to his. "I thought you'd never ask." Comes his words before he could stop them as Lucien's hand comes up to cup her cheek as he draws her in for a kiss. The kiss that he plants upon her lips is both very sweet and yet there is a burning desire behind it as his other hand pressed against the small of her back to keep her close against him. This was everything to him and he would give her whatever that she wanted of him even if she didn't realize where he suggested they take this. Without breaking the kiss he has started he starts to carefully walk her towards the bench in her garden.

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Lucien responds to her touch and it is e v e r y t h I n g. She never knew a touch could make her swoon, that her heart would pound so loud. His tongue. The very one she had been imagining doing wicked, sinful things earlier to her. His conquering of her skin is not done at her ear, his lips scorching her neck to her shoulder. His words barely register, she knows it is something important, she just couldn’t focus. “Hm? I…yes,” Would that suffice as an answer? It must, they were the only words she could figure out. His lips had dazed her, sent to the skies above. His embrace proves to muddle her mind, so very aware that this was happening. 

"Oh" Another sway of her hips makes her moan. He was truly there. Making every one of her wet dreams come true. Her mate. Her Lucien. She liked the sound of it. "kiss me, please" He was driving her mad. His kisses too brief, too taunting to satisfy her need. She offered all of herself to him, she just wanted more of him. Wanted to make up for lost time.

The sound of her whimper when his grip tightened on her hips had him sucking in a breath to keep from responding in a more sexual manner. He was practicing restraint and hated himself for it because he could feel that whisp of a bond between them that he wanted to strengthen so she could feel everything he felt for her. His heart thunders in his chest as her head leans back and she melts against him because this is all he ever really wanted since the moment she came out of the cauldron. Perhaps it was finally time and his patience was really paying off now or maybe it was just her heat, but he prayed to the mother it wasn't just the heat.

His name on her lips drew out a low groan from him because between her arousal and the way she moved against him when she said it was everything to him. But then there it was. She wanted him. She wanted all of him. There wasn't anything better in this universe that Elain Archeron could have said to him and it made him fall in love with her even more than he had already. Lucien gave in to some of his urges then moving is hands with hers on top of them to wrap around her and hold her in a bit of a hug. "Oh Elain." He breathed out his tongue finally getting it's wish and running up along the shell of her ear. "I've been waiting so long for you to say that." He murmured lowering his head further now to place some kisses along the side of her neck to her shoulder. Oh it felt so good to finally have his lips on her like this. "We should go to your room. You deserve to savor this first time in comfort." Though he very much would happily have her on the bench in her garden where anyone could find them.

#inabcck #;elain interaction

[wickedpeachie]

Of course he would tell her there is nothing to apologize for. He had always been rather kind in that regard. Gave her the space she asked for, the time she needed. His grip tightens around her hips, producing a whimper from petal-colored lips. Lucien’s lips grazed her ear, and her knees nearly buckle under her. His words cause a flush to wash over her body, heat at the brazen truth he lies at her feet. This was natural. Lucien continues on, her body melting into his touch. Her head tipped back, leaning on his chest as his lips stay near her sensitive ear. touch me  

Her name on his lips is sweeter than anything in life. It is like hearing gospel from the lips of gods. Her fingers drop to his hands, desperate to feel any part of him. touch me please He’s asking her what she wants. Him. Elain again whimpers as her weight shifts, suddenly aware of not only her arousal but his. She can smell it. She can feel it. She swallows thickly, her hips rotating in a half circle. “Lucien” And not because she was in heat. “You!” Because she had seen what a good male he was. He was kind. And resilient. And cared for her. “You!” Because Lucien Vanserra had gotten his mate to fall in love with him. “I would like you.” A hitch in her breath, her hands tightening around his. He knew exactly what was happening to her. He wasn’t mocking her. He was responding to her. “I-want this. all of it.” He deserved to know this was much more than heat.    

It was a bit of a weird feeling to feel excited to return from his travels to see Elain. Since they had started to exchange letters there was a bit of a bubble of hope in him that just maybe the bond could finally be recognized between them. Lucien also felt incredibly nervous about seeing Elain again after so long wondering if she would be just as flirty in person as she had been in her letters. He had certainly been a bit more daring in his letters than he felt once he had arrived back home too. He had taken sometime before he built up the courage to start hanging out with all of the night court again just to get a glimpse of Elain. There was also this undercurrent of desire that he felt where he was unsure where exactly that was coming from.

Even with her seemingly dodging him that whole first night he was there it didn't stop him from stealing glances and getting lost in her beauty. Something about her was drawing him in even more than before and it took all of his will power to not go to her and to let her come to him instead. Feyre coached him constantly to be patient and when Elain was ready she would acknowledge the bond and him it was just a matter of time. The letters were enough to show him that time was at least drawing nearer and well for now he was content to admire her from across the room enjoying the simple elegance of how she stood, the way her skirts swished when she walked, and the little crease she got in her brow when she was trying to figure something out. Mother above he had it bad.

He could have sworn that following morning though that he heard her approaching the breakfast table as he dined with Feyre. He could feel her just at the doorway as he was eating some yogurt with fresh berries licking it off of his spoon and then he scented her though by the time he looked up to the doorway she was gone. Shame. Lucien found the rest of the time at the breakfast table slightly uncomfortable as his body had responded muchly to just that slightest hint of Elain's need for him to the point he was the last to leave the table. There was also no mistaking that feeling of lust coming from the hint of his bond with Elain either which made the rest of the day until it subsided some challenging.

Lucien had been happy to see her join them for dinner and did what any decent male should do for their mate and pulled out her chair for her. Her perfume was heavier than normal he noticed, but that dress that she was wearing... Cauldron help him that dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination and he found his pants once more becoming a bit uncomfortable to sit in. He did his best to ignore that need though choosing to respect her because if she wanted that kind of attention surely she would come to him for it. So he kept going about his night as if nothing was amiss speaking with the other guests and enjoying himself though he kept feeling her eyes on him. Why wouldn't she just come talk to him? It was driving him mad not knowing, but he didn't want to push either that had been his mistake in the beginning.

There was no stopping him though whenever she walked out of the ball room and out to the garden. He had been dying for a reason to get her alone without trying to seem like he was cornering her or something that might be a bit too pushy. Walking outside around the same time as her for a bit of air... Well that was just coincidence right? He was only a few steps behind her when he noticed her start to fall and he reached out pulling her up against him. "Careful." His hands rested on her hips and he made no move to release her once she was righted either wanting to keep her close. She fit so nicely against him and then... Then she was rubbing against him like a cat in heat though she wasn't a cat, but from the smell of her now that they were in this proximity definitely in heat. It was hard not to let his lips quirk up in a little smirk at it. And she was so cute the way she was trying to apologize and acted embarrassed for what were simply instincts she didn't fully understand.

"There is nothing to apologize for." He finally said when she peeked from behind her fingers at him and his own desires got the better of him as his grip tightened on her hips and he drew her in as close to him as possible. He leaned his head down though so that his lips were next to the delicate point of her ear and she could feel his breath pass over it. "Females going into heat is a natural part of fey life." It was so hard not to just run his tongue along the shell of her ear to torment her a little bit. "I could help you with it if you would like, Elain. I want to help you with it, but only if you want me to. I wouldn't dream of doing anything more than this without your willing consent." He wondered if she could smell the change in him or feel his length pressing against her backside already aching for her. He could behave himself though he had hundreds of years of restraint that she did not. "What would you like?"

#;elain interaction #;ns.fw. #inabcck

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@inabcck said: [grasp] : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s my the hip to pull them closer

Spring, could affectionately fuck off. 

Feyre had warned that as the seasons come and go, that there were parts of being fae that just…occurred. Some baser instincts that had yet to go dormant. Apparently, feeling like this, was one such instance. As her garden bloomed, so did something else. Elain Archeron. In heat lust, love? Regardless if her mate knew it would happen or not, it seemed somehow, the cauldron decided it would be a perfect time for him to return for a visit. They had exchanged letters over the months, her iciness slowly melting into something else harder to define. Something her heart and body were attune too, just not yet her head. It was easier to converse when not face to face, easier to think about him without her sharp objections. Her apologies,her flirtations, her letters, more frequent. More curious.

Did autumn males have fire in their blood?

Even a thought of him made her stomach coil in heat, her thighs straining to stay together. When she truly wanted to part them and beg him to end her misery. Elain needed to reign herself in. The excitement growing in her body. He was there. He was there. The last thing she needed was him figuring she was as horny as a rabbit. She needed to be civil. Dignified. A lady. Really she should blame him for waltzing in looking so handsome. Long flaming locks, eyes that sparked. And clothing that fit him well, but did nothing to quiet the burning curiosity she had for what was underneath. Elain avoided him the first night. Unable to meet his gaze without a flame igniting her, let alone being in a room with him. Even on separate ends, he was too close. Her body screamed for him. Her heart longed for him. She had no frame of reference for what he felt through the bond since it had not been settled yet. She prayed he could not feel the heat in her, could not feel the desperation...the longing. Did he still want her? Was he in agony too? Had he missed her? Did he have lovers? Her thoughts had been endless the first night, her body too warm for sheets and her needing a release she couldn't give herself.

The morning after his first night, Elain had made up her mind on seeing him. Breakfast, was a safe space to be reunited and a perfect time to inquire if he'd attend the spring celebration that night with her. Elain could hear him before she saw him. Her steps brought her to the doorframe, a moment to admire. He sat with Feyre as old friends, laughing and enjoying breakfast. Elain had yet to step fully into the room, freezing on the spot at an inconspicuous action on his part.

Lucien Vanserra licked a spoon.

And it had been her undoing.

Elain clamped a hand over her mouth, a strangled sound of disbelief and torment. If she entered now, he would no doubt smell the shift in her scent. Would he realize it was his doing? The embarrassment of walking into breakfast with the thick scent of her arousal would end her. Swiftly Elain retreated. A bath. She needed a bath. She needed the image of his tongue, of the sight of him sucking it, out of her mind. Not that it ever would be out of her mind. She'd picture that every day for the rest of her life.

The bath had proved...useful. If only for her to conceal how her hand slipped down her body, imaging another in its place. Would he be gentle? Would the wait drive him mad and they'd be in the throws of passion? Elain's lips parted in a soft sigh as her fingers dipped into her folds, the water not concealing the arousal within her. It washed it away, but not the need. A few years ago she might have shamed herself for thinking of another like this. Now, Lucien consumed all thoughts when it came to feeling pleasure. And he didn't even know! If she could get her body under control, Elain had thought about requesting he stayed for a longer amount of time. She wanted him to stay. Her heart pounded as her fingers dipped in and out of her sex. Her head tossed back, eyes shut as her petal-colored lips parted for a soft moan. Her fingers swirled in her, 'lucien' falling from her lips. Her fingers pumped harder, wondering if he could feel her need. She wanted him to feel it. She wished she knew how to sent this straight through the bond. The sight of his tongue had unknowingly provoked her. Elain squirmed against her own fingers, chasing a release that still would leave her unfulfilled.

As the evening drew near, Elain had calmed herself enough to painstakingly sit through dinner. Lucien had offered to pull her chair back, which in turn made her nipples pebble and for her to keep her gaze down and at her plate and her drinks full. Her hair had been tossed in front of her dress so no prying eyes would see that his simple gesture was...for whatever reason, a turn on. Elain had attempted to engage in civil conversation, and if anyone noticed her odd behavior...politely did not mention it. She sat with her legs crossed, not giving an inch of room. Her perfumed applied slightly heavier, even on her ankles. Feyre had insisted on helping with her dress, shaded a darker hue of dusty pink. The red option she had left out, at the argument with Feyre. Her sister had tried, and agreed upon the pink. Elain had not yet gained the courage to be brave enough to wear a color that would tell the world who she belonged to. The male himself was not even aware of it yet! She did not even know if he wanted her still! The months of her silence, of her treatment of him.

Their home was filled with music, life, drinks and dancing. Elain had sunk into the back, watching Lucien converse and drink with a few others who had been invited. Envy, was not an emotion Elain was accustomed too. His attention to other females could turn her green in the moment. He had never stated that he was interested in others, but even the thought was enough to boil her blood. They'd speak. They had too. He'd search for her, wouldn't he? Maybe not. The sight of him smiling, laughing, not directed at her sent a pang through her heart. Had she missed her chance with him?

The growing heat in the room was beginning to be too much to bare, despite how much skin her dress showed. Her reprieve was her garden, letting the cooler spring air chill her heated flesh.

"Careful" His voice catches her as she stumbled, hands plucking her from the steps she had nearly fell on. Her back collides with his chest, a small yelp at the slip. She hadn't even noticed it sprinkled, and therefore made the marble dangerous. He had apparently noticed her absence the moment she left the ballroom. Lucien's hands collected at her hips, the fabric slightly bunched from his quick actions. His touch burns in a way Elain wished it was on bare skin. Her back arches at the delicious contact, the tight string of her self control straining. All she had done tonight was look at him, and she could feel the dripping arousal on her thighs. He had tugged her so closely that at her arching, she was pressing herself further into his groin. Elain wanted to groan at the contact, her head tilting back for a fraction of a second. The second her eyes fluttered shut, they are snapping open. The realization sinking in. Elain could curse herself. Now this, was mortifying. Barely acknowledged him, barely could meet his gaze, and she was grinding on him. Elain felt her cheeks rush with heat, her hands quickly shooting up to her face. No, no, no. If Lucien had no clue she was in heat before, her little display had spelled it out. Her scent would spell it out. "I'm so sorry, I'm- Feyre said it would pass but, that was very very inappropriate of me....Lucien please, I'm..." His touch made it worse better difficult to think. She'd been begging for his touch, wrestling with herself over how it would feel. How she would explain that he had captured her heart in his letters? That she dreamed of his voice? That she might even love him. She lusted for him. Was jealous over his attention to others? She wanted to scream 'he's mine, mine, mine, m i n e.' He'd barely touched her and she was almost panting. Elain felt the words rush from her throat, barely having time to inhale between. Despite her tug to pull away, Lucien kept her firmly in her spot. With no reply to her rambling, Elain decided she needed to be brave.

She peaked from behind her fingers.

#;elain interaction #inabcck #;ns.fw. #;aka elain is horny and he better HELP her #inabcck | Lucien

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nsfw, kinda kinky symbol prompts  … 

add  [reverse]  to the prompt for the muse doing the action to be reversed where applicable

send  [not yet] : sender’s muse edges receiver’s 

send  [car] : our muses have sex in a parked car 

send  [smack] : sender’s muse spanks receiver’s 

send  [outdoors] : our muses have sex in the woods  

send  [grind] : sender’s muse grinds on receiver’s thigh

send  [tied] : sender’s muse handcuffs / ties up receiver’s 

send [praise] : sender’s muse praises receiver’s during sex

send  [tub] : our muses share a bath / shower that turns sexual 

send  [shove] : sender’s muse roughly pins receiver’s to the wall 

send  [cuddle] : a gentle cuddle between our muses turns sexual

send  [grip] : sender’s muse closes a hand around receiver’s throat 

send  [risky] : our muses have sex somewhere they might be caught 

send [buzz] : sender’s muse makes receiver’s orgasm with a vibrator

send  [hickey] : sender’s muse leaves multiple hickies on receiver’s skin 

send  [oral] : sender’s muse uses receiver’s mouth for their own pleasure 

send  [road] : sender’s muse performs oral on receiver’s while they’re driving 

send  [grasp] : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s my the hip to pull them closer 

send  [overstimulated] : sender’s muse keeps making receiver’s muse orgasm 

send [table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public

send  [flash] : sender’s muse flashes receiver’s / bends over to show off lingerie

send  [awaken] : sender’s muse wakes up receiver’s by fingering them / with oral

send  [risque] : sender’s muse sends receiver’s a very saucy picture of themselves 

send  [wall] : sender’s muse picks receiver’s up to have sex with them against a wall

send  [tease] : sender’s muse purposely teases receiver’s by touching / kissing them

send  [kitchen] : sender’s muse bends receiver’s over table / counter to have sex with them 

send  [plugged ] : sender’s muse instructs receiver’s to wear a buttplug / inserts one into receiver 

send  [pull] : sender’s muse winds their hand into receiver’s hair to pull / move their head during sex

send  [title] : sender’s muse tries to rile up receiver’s by calling them a title they like ( sir, daddy, mistress, etc. )

#sinday #;ns.fw. #;prompts

[wickedpeachie]

Do I reblog some sin memes

#;mun

[wickedpeachie]

#me at every function where there are people

Nicola Coughlan as Penelope Featherington in Bridgerton S3

#;me trying to make friends on dash #;silly goofy mood #;mun

[wickedpeachie]

"Well, let's not be strangers...I'm Elain"

"My name is Azriel but most call me Az."

@meaercies

#;ty for being so kind and cool for this plot #;;elain aesthetic #;rockstar au #;musings

[wickedpeachie]

❥    feeling   things   ,   a   sentence   meme   .

what are they called again ? emotions ? ugh .   ( taken off of pinterest )

❛  you were dead.  yet, here you are.  ❜ ❛  speak your mind even if your voice shakes.  ❜ ❛  you inspire me to be nothing like you.  ❜ ❛  every day i wake up more tired than i’ve ever been.  how long will i stay like this?  ❜ ❛  fuck you’re cute.  ❜ ❛  don’t get attached.  ❜ ❛  i am fire.  i am hatred.  i am consuming.  ❜ ❛  there is a certain amount of truth behind everything that people do.  everything they do tell you a little something about them.   ❜ ❛  i wanna fucking date you, stupid.  ❜ ❛  which is it?  are you in love with a person or an idea?  ❜ ❛  you will get better.  maybe not today, but someday.  ❜ ❛  there’s a reason i never told you all of this.  ❜ ❛  let’s get drunk and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober.  ❜ ❛  i wanna see what happens when i don’t give up.  ❜ ❛  yeah you’re cute but are you good for my mental health??  ❜ ❛  … and then i just snapped.  ❜ ❛  i still repeat the things you said to me in my head.  ❜ ❛  your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely.  ❜ ❛  shit.  i think i have feelings.  ❜ ❛  i believe in annoyed at first sight.  ❜ ❛  what did it mean to you?  any of it?  ❜ ❛  can someone please be proud of me?  like fuck, i’m trying.  ❜ ❛  i sometimes wonder if things only get better so that they can get worse again.  ❜ ❛  hey, sometimes you gotta kill a guy.  ❜ ❛  i broke my rules for you.  ❜

#;prompts

[wickedpeachie]

😩 feeling chatty

Come chitchat if you want 💙

#;mun

[wickedpeachie]

Oh, to be held by him! Her chest deeply fluttered as he pulled her to his chest. The desire cooled slightly, replaced by something far softer. Briefly she worried that she killed the vibe, but something seemed....deeper than just them hooking up. If he was turned off he easily could've left. He hadn't.She couldn't think on it long, too scared to try to sort out the strange emotions from that realization. She wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, wanted to know him before their bubble broke. He made her head spin, he made her body pine for his. How did her head get so wound up in a boy with a pretty smile?

Wasting zero time, elain snuggled into his chest as he laid both of them back. His questions had her hiding her smile. "Oh well if we're sharing those deep dark secrets, we need to be fair" She pointed beneath them. "Your pants...kinda are rough against my legs..and I'd really like to keep cuddling?" It hadn't bothered her before because she assumed they'd be off. Now she had to awkwardly ask.

"And for you being so kind...I really like pink..duh, and dark green. Like a forest" Elain chuckled as she thought back to his list of questions. "I like to eat spicy food, like korean or french! Its not...great around here, but I tried it once in the city and it was just, I've never had anything like it." Her cheeks are dusted pink, teeth nipping in her swollen bottom lip. "And I do have a job. I work part time at a floral shop, and I love it. I love how beautiful it is, and how hard it is to keep plants alive. I like a challenge. But I want to open my own shop someday." She reached for her beer, taking a sip. "Same questions to you, plus what junk food do you like? Do you like to sleep in?"

here, tangible met intangible. a secret for a secret, a touch for a touch. azriel's gaze met hers and he smiled, " they're not beautiful and i'm not special because of them. they are what they are and i've learned they're part of me. " he brushed some of her hair back out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

" and your secret is safe with me. " he told her, holding her gaze as she held his face in her soft hands. azriel felt vulnerable under the touch and the look of her beautiful face. what started out as protection morphed into arousal and blossomed into something else entirely. how could he ever move past this? how could he ever leave her side now? they'd known each other less than a few hours and yet here he sat, almost exposed in more than one sense of the word. what was happening to him?

when her lips touched his as tenderly as he'd started to feel, oh, the blooming inside his chest spread warmth down his arms. azriel curled them around elain, pulling her to his chest to hold her close. a light squeeze. somehow, the want and need had faded lightly into something else. azriel broke the kiss to lean into her and grab a blanket from the back of the couch behind elain. he wrapped her in it, not entirely closing the front so that he could settle her against his chest again. relaxing back into the cushions, he held her.

" tell me more.. what's your favorite color? what do you like to eat? do you have a job and do you hate it or love it? "

#;elain interaction #;rockstar au

[wickedpeachie]

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."

#;prompts #;I'd love some for a modern verse

[wickedpeachie]

Elain briefly wonders if she shouldn't have shared that tidbit, but his voice encourages her to meet his gaze again. His touch felt comforting, and even if they never saw one another again after tonight...she didn't regret giving that piece of herself away to him. "...Thank you for asking" For being curious about her, about something more than touches and kisses could reach.

When he speaks again, her gaze softens. She'd notice the scars on his hands, but wasn't going to ask any prying questions. Was he used to people being invasive about it? She returns her focus to his face, recognizing the same emotion she felt. Did he want to be heard and not judged?

"I think they're beautiful." She would never understand how anyone could hate someone so kind? How someone could be so cruel? "I...its safe with me" She'd never tell a soul. It had been such a private thing to share, to expose himself. It wasn't pity on her face, but kindness. Elain tenderly reached for his jawline, her hands cupping his face. An action that felt akin to being lovers. Her eyes briefly search his, head tilting lower. This kiss lacked the fire from the previous ones. Something bloomed softer in it, her hands cradling his face. She kissed him tenderly, softly, hoping the words she couldn't string together would somehow be communicated.

That his secrets were safe with her.

Azriel stopped his hand over her breast, moving it then to her shoulder and the top of her arm when he listened. He focused on her face, care in his gaze. " That must have been scary. " Az dropped his hand to her thigh as he simply just let the moment quiet between them. It was a terrible thing she had to go through and then admit. He actually didn't think she'd go so deep.. but he found he enjoyed knowing it. He enjoyed knowing more about her. Everything about her, even the parts that scared her. " You're so brave. "

It made him feel bold enough to tell her something only a few knew, " I always tell everyone I was in an accident.. but it wasn't an accident. Why my hands are scarred. My half-brothers are responsible. They hated me in childhood. I don't even know why. " Azriel cleared his throat, " it doesn't bother me much anymore but I used to be really insecure about them. I actually moved in with Rhys and his mom when I was thirteen because my dad and step-mom were abusive. " He couldn't even believe he'd said that out loud to her. Azriel didn't want to see pity on her face when he finally decided to look back up at her. He wasn't ashamed and it didn't define him, but he hated when people pitied him.

#;elain interaction #;rockstar AU #meaercies #;off to work I go!

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Elain lost both her parents. She has a younger sister and older sister. She's the middle child. She certainly got away with a lot considering she was often ignored.

Modern HC things (will add more)

Elain lives in a cute, cozy one bedroom apartment. She always has twinkling lights on. There are books and plants and flowers scattered around but when you walk in, it feels like home.

Elain's favorite hobby is going to cafes to doodle in her books about flowers and their medicinal properties.

Elain loves fashion, and keeps up with all the trends. She wants to see NYC fashion week or Paris fashion week in person.

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I'm absolutely living for all these modern hc I'm seeing

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SABRINA CARPENTER 'Heart Dress'

#;;elain aesthetic

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SOMEONE PLS

I BEG YOU

You cannot tell me this doesn't seem like a fun thing to work into a plot. It's a tiktok, its just words but probably not safe to read if you're not alone???

LINK

#;ns.fw. #;its just words but they are...suggestive #;wishlist