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[nalgenewhore]

Not to be galaxy brain on main but like... Soroya and Aslan being friends with Stella 🤧

ezzzz im- 🥺🥺🥺 that’s so sweet 

[pocthroneofglass]

Do you have any particular face claims for the ToG characters that you won’t budge on because they just fit so well? :o

not like SO so much that I won’t budge...like soo joo park is forever going to be manon to me (and to a LOT of other ppl in this fandom ya girl is used quite often in edits) but i mean the last manon edit was someone else....in the same way i love zoe kravitz as aelin but im not 100% committed, esp if someone asks for a specific fc for an edit. so i have strong preferences but they don’t hold me back! 

[kitty-bandit]

Just Friends

Rating: E Fandom: Original Setting Pairing: Orha x Akihiko (OCs owned by @kandasboi​) Tags: Drama™; Romance; Dealing with an Ex; A/B/O Dynamics(ish); Heat Sex; Sex; Oral Sex; Anal Sex; Anal Fingering; Multiple Orgasms; Barebacking

I’m back again, and this time with a commission for @kandasboi! The request was for his OCs. If you want to read the other two fics I’ve written for him involving these OCs, you can find them here and here.

If you’d like to commission me, check out my commission info!

Keep walking. Don’t turn around—

Orha kept his gaze forward, looking straight ahead as he quickened his pace in the hope that Malakai would give up pursuit. He hunched his shoulders, holding his books tight to his chest and clenching his jaw as he speed-walked through campus. But that subtle hint, and his not-so-subtle body language, didn’t dissuade his ex from taking chase. Hurried footsteps echoed behind him and he heard Malakai call his name—louder this time—as he closed the distance between them. Finally, a strong hand gripped his shoulder and yanked him to a stop before he could cross the street.  

“Didn’t you hear me? I was calling you for half a block.” 

Out of breath, Orha turned and looked up at Malakai’s handsome face. He hated that he still thought of him as handsome, even after all the shit he had put him through. But it was hard not to see his beauty—that strong, muscled body and pretty face framed with the softest brown and gray ombre hair. He wished Malakai looked as ugly on the outside as he did inside, that the world would work like that sometimes. It would make it easier to see people for who they really were—before you gave them the chance to hurt you. 

“What do you want?” Orha refused to meet his brown eyes, instead staring at the courtyard and watching a squirrel forage under a tree. His heart refused to calm itself, beating a mile a minute as he waited for Malakai to speak his peace. 

Malakai rummaged through his messenger bag and pulled out a thickly bound book. “Here, I found this and I thought you’d like it.” 

He shoved the book into Orha’s arms, leaving Orha scrambling to keep from dropping his other books in the process. Orha bit his lip to keep from snapping, but couldn’t stifle an exasperated sigh. After rearranging the books in his arms, he looked down at the one Malakai had given him. It was a history book, and one he’d wanted for a while. He hadn’t purchased it because of the price, though. And Malakai just...

Orha shook his head and met Malakai’s gaze. “Why are you giving this to me?”

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence. He had to be faking it—Malakai wasn’t that dumb. Orha had learned how manipulative he could be, and had paid the price for it. “I saw it in the bookstore yesterday. Are you saying you don’t want it?”

“No, I—” Orha sighed and looked back down at the book. “It’s expensive.” 

“You know I can afford it.” 

“That doesn’t matter—we’re not together. You shouldn’t buy me things anymore.” 

Malakai shrugged, looking more at ease than he had the right to be—especially with Orha’s nerves knotted up like rope. “Consider it a gift from a friend, then.” 

Orha let out a stunted laugh as he stared down at the book cover. Friends. Friends didn’t harass you or spread rumors about you or destroy your property just for fun. They weren’t friends and, as far as Orha was concerned, they never would be. 

He still didn’t understand what Malakai was up to. Not even a month ago he was bullying Orha every time they encountered each other—on campus and off. But this change, the complete turn around, struck him as more than a little off. Malakai had been following Orha around, finding excuses to show up at places he knew he would be. He’d given Orha gifts. They were small at first, but the price and sizes grew exponentially. This book was the most expensive yet. Last time he’d priced it, it’d been almost $200. Way over his budget. And Malakai simply threw his money away to buy it for Orha? Something didn’t add up.

What the hell was Malakai planning? What angle was he working? What purpose did being nice to him serve? The more he approached him, the less Orha trusted him, but he was too scared to outright reject his advances. The last thing he wanted was for Malakai to bully him again. He’d already suffered enough from that.

“Fine,” Orha replied, tucking the book to his chest with the others. “Thanks, I guess.”

“So,” Malakai began, taking a step closer and pinching a lock of Orha’s hair between his fingers. “There’s a party tonight at my place. You should come.”

Too close. Orha flinched and pulled away—out of reach from Malakai’s greedy grasp. His stomach twisted in a sick knot. “Sorry, I’m busy tonight.” No way in hell would he be caught dead at Malakai’s house. He turned and headed back down the sidewalk.

His heart dropped in his stomach as heard footsteps behind him.

“Are you busy with something? Or should I say someone?” Malakai asked as he matched Orha’s pace.

“What are you talking about?” he asked back, jaw set tight as he clutched his books to his chest.

“You’ve been hanging around that guy a lot. Akihiko.”

Orha’s back stiffened and his pointed ears flicked backwards, flattening against his head. He shot a glare Malakai’s direction, bristling. “What’s it to you?” The words were harsher than he’d wanted, but he couldn’t help it. Akihiko was a sensitive subject, and Orha didn’t like hearing his name on Malakai’s tongue.

“Just curious.” Malakai watched Orha, unabashedly staring, while Orha quickened his pace. “Haven’t seen you with anyone else lately.”

It was too much—too much to handle all at once. “I gotta go.” He cut across the street, a few cars slamming their breaks and cursing him out as he dashed in front of them. But the shortcut worked and Malakai didn’t bother crossing traffic to follow after him. He sighed in relief, but the anxious energy still hummed along his skin like electricity. He wanted to go home and relax.

As he left campus and crossed into the residential area on the outskirts of the university, a buzzing in his pocket distracted him from his thoughts. Pulling out his phone, his dark blue eyes widened at the name on the screen—Akihiko.

His pace slowed as he unlocked the screen and read over the text.

Aki—Dinner tonight?

It was so casual, the way he asked; subtly comfortable in a way that Orha wished he could say was mutual. The realization struck him, that he had been spending more time with Akihiko than he’d thought, if he could message Orha so easily. It meant that Malakai had been right in his observations, as much as he despised that knowledge.

Still. Still. It didn’t mean anything. In spite of Orha’s original concerns, Akihiko was kind to him. Too kind, really. More kind that he deserved. Like a real boyfriend.

But they weren’t boyfriends. Not really. Or at least, they’d never labeled it. They simply spent time together—some of it platonic, some of it intimate. Whatever they had, it worked, and Orha didn’t dare disturb the balance they’d found in each other. If it was one thing he knew for sure, asking too much in a relationship doomed it to fail. For once, he’d like it to work out, if only for a little longer.

Orha typed back, fingers quick on the screen.

Orha—Pass tonight. Not feeling well.

Little dots popped up on the screen, and Orha waited for Akihiko’s message as he walked.

Aki—Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.

As much as dinner with Akihiko sounded great, Orha didn’t think he could handle it. Not tonight, at least. He’d been feeling strange all day and the run-in with Malakai knocked him off his feet. What he needed was a nap—a nice long nap so he could forget Malakai and Akihiko and his stupid, turbulent emotions. Besides, he needed rest. The last thing he wanted was to catch a cold because he was stressed.

Orha shoved the phone back into his pants and sighed. Tomorrow. He would worry about it all tomorrow. He just needed to get home tonight and rest. 

As that thought entered his mind, he felt the plink of a raindrop on his cheek. Looking up, he watched the sky turn dark, clouds churning in the sky with ill intent. Another drop hit his face—and another and another. 

“Shit,” he grumbled, picking up the pace. Only a few blocks remained until he was home, but before he could curse himself out for forgetting an umbrella, the sky opened up and the deluge hit. 

Tucking his books close to his chest to protect them from the rain, Orha broke out into a sprint. As he ran, water collected into puddles on the sidewalk and splashed against his legs with each step. He couldn’t escape the rain—it permeated everything as it poured from the sky in violent sheets. With his heart pounding in his chest, he hurried down the street in hopes of keeping his books dry in the downpour. As he neared the end of the block, he spotted his house and darted to the door, fumbling with his keys to get indoors. 

After bolting inside and slamming the door shut behind him, Orha sighed in relief. Water dripped down his face, soaking his dark hair and leaving drenched clothes stuck to wet skin. He set his books down on the coffee table in the living room. They weren’t as waterlogged as he’d feared—just a bit of wetness along the top edges. They would dry easy enough. 

As he spread them out on the table, his eyes landed on the history book Malakai had given him and his stomach clenched unpleasantly. He might have wanted the book, but he didn’t want it if it came from his ex. Maybe he could sell it online or something. It would be better than keeping it around and reminding him of what had been.

Unable to bear looking at the book any longer, Orha trudged to his bedroom, water dripping everywhere. He would clean up later, but for now, he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep. Stripping out of his sopping wet clothes, Orha dropped each item to the floor without care. Once he was down to his boxers, he slipped into bed and covered himself with the blankets. His skin was clammy and cold from the sudden shower, but the softness of his sheets and pillows drained the tension from his body. Even with wet hair, he felt better.

Before he could muse any longer on why he was so tired and drained, he drifted off to blissful unconsciousness. 

xXxXxXx

Bam! Bam! Bam! 

Orha’s nose twitched. He groaned pulling the blankets over his head to block the noise. He didn’t want to get up—not yet. His body ached and burned, as if he’d ran a marathon and all he wanted to do was keep sleeping. 

Bam! Bam!

“Ugh.” Orha rolled to his back, eyes cracking open to stare up at the ceiling. He had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but the rain hadn’t stopped and it was dark. 

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

A frown spread over his lips, tugging at the corners, and this time, he let out an angry snarl. Who the hell was banging on his door? “Just go away,” he growled, too weak for whoever was at the door to hear. He still felt off—not quite right inside—and the constant pounding was giving him a headache. The noise continued, and Orha huffed. “Fine, asshole! I’m coming!” Throwing back the blankets, he ambled to his feet—and fell to the floor. 

With a moan more wanton than pained, he squeezed his eyes shut and caught his breath. He was hard—so painfully hard. The damned knocking had been so annoying he’d completely missed it. But after failing to stand and nearly falling flat on his face, he realized what had been off all day.

Orha had started his heat. 

“Shit. Fucking—ugh.” Cursing to himself as he crawled on the floor, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on in the hopes of hiding his massive erection. However, the fabric tented over the bulge, leaving his state even more obvious than before. He couldn’t hide it, or his other symptoms. With his fevered skin, blown pupils, and short breath, anyone would be able to see his state. Not to mention the smell…

The sudden and gnawing urge to jerk off over took him, but he shook his head and tried to focus. He had to get rid of whoever was on his porch first, then he could take to his...needs. 

Stumbling through the house and growling under his breath, he stomped towards the front door in nothing but a flimsy pair of sweatpants. The knocking persisted. Orha yanked the door open and took a breath to shout at the person who had rudely jolted him out of his peaceful sleep—

Only to deflate completely as he recognized the handsome countenance staring wide-eyed at him. “Aki?” he asked, confusion heavy in his voice. 

Akihiko looked like the proverbial deer in headlights. He stood there, one hand still raised to knock on the door and the other cupping a small plastic container to his side. “Oh—Sorry. Were you sleeping? I was starting to get worried because you didn’t answer your phone.”

“I—uh—” Orha felt his mouth go dry as he looked at Akihiko, his hair and clothes wet from the pouring rain. “I didn’t hear it.” His stomach clenched, a twang of hunger humming through his veins. He knew it was the heat talking, his brain addled with hormones, but in that moment, he’d never wanted Akihiko more. 

Akihiko tensed as Orha watched him, and handed him the container. “You said you weren’t feeling well, so I brought you some soup.” He took a long breath, and Orha knew he could smell the pheromones he gave off. There was no way to hide the scent, not now. “But I guess you’re not that kind of sick.” 

“Yeah...” Orha swallowed thickly, heart hammering in his chest like a drum. He barely made out Akihiko’s words, as if cotton were shoved in his ears. His boxers were too tight, and he felt hot and sticky all over. He wanted them off. He wanted everything off of him right then, but he couldn’t stop staring at Akihiko.

Weakly, he grabbed the container, the warm plastic pleasant against his palms. He leaned in closer to Akihiko, swaying on his feet as he breathed in his scent. He smelled like the fresh rain that hadn’t stopped for hours and sandalwood. Heady, earthy. Masculine and strong. Just what Orha was craving. Just what he needed. “Thanks,” he said as an afterthought, moving closer still. Reaching out, he touched Akihiko’s hip, fingers tucking into the waistband of his pants.

Realizing the situation they were in, Akihiko took a step back, but didn’t push Orha away. “Uh, maybe I should go? You seem a bit out of it and—”

“No—” Orha tightened his grip and pulled Akihiko back towards him, practically dragging him into the house. “Stay, please? I want you to stay.”

A torn look crossed Akihiko’s face as he hesitated. Resting his hand against over Orha’s as it clung to his hip, he let out a shuddered breath. Orha’s scent had to have been strong by then, and the longer Akihiko lingered, the harder it would be to leave. Even in his heat haze, Orha could see the thoughts and emotions passing over his face, struggling to decide on the best course of action.

But Orha saw him crumble, and his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. Akihiko raised his free hand to cup the side of his face. His palm felt so cool in comparison to his heated, flushed skin. “…Are you sure? You’re not just saying this because you’re in heat and—”

“I’m sure,” Orha interrupted, pulling him closer. “I don’t want to be alone tonight—I can’t.” Without further elaborations, he leaned in and captured Akihiko’s lips in an excited kiss, devouring his mouth with vigor.

Moaning into the kiss, Akihiko wrapped his arms around his waist and held him close. He tightened his grip on Orha as his tongue slipped into his mouth. It only lasted a few seconds, that hungry, mutual desire, before he released Orha’s lips. “Okay. Okay, I’ll stay,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against Orha’s as he spoke.

Orha whined, a noise he loathed to make at any other time. But it was his heat—he allowed himself to indulge in the… neediness of it all. Besides, he doubted Akihiko minded. If the stiffness pressing into Orha’s hip was any indication, Akihiko liked it a little too much.

Akihiko kicked the door shut behind him and kissed Orha again, one hand pressed against his jaw to tip his chin back, as if he were drinking down his kisses like a fine wine. Orha’s grip on the container of soup fumbled, but he curled it closer to his body to steady it. A sweet, desperate moan rumbled in his chest and he went limp in Akihiko’s arms.

“Aki, please,” Orha mumbled against his lips. He dug his fingers harder into the hem of Akihiko’s pants and rutted sloppily against his hip.

“Yes, yes—of course.” He grabbed the soup from Orha’s hand and set it on the coffee table, nearly knocking it over in the process. But it didn’t matter—not to either of them. All that mattered was getting to the bedroom as fast as possible. Everything else could wait.

They stumbled their way to the bedroom, tripping over each other’s feet while kissing and groping. Orha panted into Akihiko’s neck, his breath hot against his skin as he dug his nails into his back. As they reached the threshold, Akihiko lost his patience with their slow pace and picked Orha up—holding his thighs as he lifted him. Orha’s legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back. His head spun as Akihiko carried him and he buried his nose in his soft, white hair. Heats made him do strange things, but even with a clear head, he couldn’t get enough of Akihiko’s scent. He took a deep breath to pull the smell into his lungs, and tightened his grip.

His scent was divine, but before Orha could muse on that indulgence any longer, his back hit the mattress and forced him to expel the sweet smell. He didn’t have time to complain before Akihiko’s lips were on his once more, devouring his mouth like it was his last meal. Akihiko’s legs pressed between Orha’s, forcing them open to rut against his stiff erection. 

“Nnnn...” Orha’s hips rocked up against Akihiko’s, adding to the delightful friction and pressure between them as he sucked on his lover’s lower lip. It was too hot, hotter than only a few minutes ago, and sweat beaded along his neck and back, perspiration dotting his skin in between the raised hairs. He shivered, not from the temperature, but from the friction between them. His cock was so hard now, he felt like he might burst from the pressure. 

It was stupid to forget about his heat—Orha knew it. But he had little time to berate himself when Akihiko’s tongue was down his throat and his cock was nestled firmly against Orha’s own. He squirmed under the attention, desperate and hungry for more. 

A rough thrust knocked Orha back, their lips parting with a gasp. Moaning, he tugged at Akihiko’s shirt, weakly grasping at the fabric as he attempted to pull it off. “Too hot, Aki,” he mumbled, squirming under Akihiko’s heavier body. 

Sitting up, Akihiko raked a hand through his white hair, the messy strands tangling in his fingers. He gazed down at Orha with lust in his blue eyes, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Their eyes met for only a second, fire burning bright in them. Before Orha could speak again in the hope of hurrying him along, Akihiko grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off. Orha watched in awe as he revealed his chest, sweat already glistening against his skin in the dim light of the bedroom. It was a sight he’d seen numerous times before, but it never failed to send a jolt of desire deep in the pit of his stomach. 

Akihiko’s fingers curled into the flimsy fabric of Orha’s sweatpants, tugging them and his underwear down his thighs in one quick motion. His stiff prick bounced against his stomach in anticipation and Orha moaned as Akihiko stripped him. Tossing his head back and forth against the pillows, he grabbed the loose sheets under him. The slightest contact against his cock was torture. The reddened head leaked precum like a faucet, dribbling over his stomach and smearing across his skin. He watched impatiently as his clothes were tossed to the floor and Akihiko rid himself of his own jeans. 

He needed Akihiko. He needed him bad.

As if hearing the silent plea, Akihiko leaned in and kissed Orha again, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Without the frustrating barrier of clothing between them, Orha felt everything. Akihiko’s muscles flexing, the sweat sticking to his skin, the heavy heat between his legs as it dug into Orha’s stomach. Now that—that was what he wanted most, what his body craved. 

Sliding a hand between them, Orha grabbed Akihiko’s cock. He growled low in the back of his throat, starving for the contact, and stroked him with greedy fingers as he rutted against his hip. The touch left Akihiko moaning in his mouth, hips arching into the contact, and Orha’s heart leapt in his throat. Akihiko was so sensitive to his touch... It made him want to please him more, to see what sweet noises he could pull from his rumbling chest. But before he put his plan to action, Akihiko broke their kiss. 

“Nnnn, Aki...?” he groaned out, dizzy from the heated kisses and his body’s soaring temperature. 

Akihiko didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed his way down Orha’s neck, each press of his lips leaving a heated trail on his skin. Orha panted as he stared up at the ceiling, squirming under the too-soft touch. “Aki—Aki, more… Please, more…” he begged, ears flattening against his head and tail flicking behind him as he struggled to find more friction between them.

Each nip and caress of his tongue on Orha’s skin left him writhing under Akihiko’s touch. He continued down his chest, stopping at Orha’s nipples and lovingly teasing them both with his lips and teeth. The gentle brush of his tongue over the hardened nubs sent shivers of desire up and down Orha’s spine. He couldn’t take much more of Akihiko’s teasing, not when he was this worked up.

Orha’s cock dripped precum between them, balls heavy and tight with need. As Akihiko ceased his torturous admiration of Orha’s nipples, he moved lower, kissing over his taut stomach. With one hand on his hip to keep Orha steady and the other planted on the mattress to keep himself upright, Akihiko settled between his legs, breath blowing across the red and sensitive skin of Orha’s dick.

“Aaa,” Orha whined, hips arching up in a desperate bid for contact. “Aki, please.”

“Hush,” Akihiko whispered, his voice hoarse and deep. But even as he chastised Orha’s enthusiasm, he smoothed his hand up his shaft, thumbing over the slit and smearing precum over his fingers. The touch did nothing to satiate the lust building in Orha’s guts, and he moaned like a wanton whore.

More. He wanted more. 

Akihiko watched as Orha writhed under him, hands balled into fists and nails digging into the sheets underneath. He continued to rub at his stiff length, fingers slowly moving along the shaft and spreading precum across hardened flesh, all while ignoring his own growing arousal between his legs. Orha panted and whined, staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. 

Smirking, Akihiko pressed his thumb over Orha’s leaking slit. “Be a good Kitten and I promise I’ll make you cum.” 

Orha could do nothing but moan and tremble under the teasing touch. 

Taking the lack of answer as submission, he leaned down and wrapped his lips around Orha’s cock. The wet heat of his mouth had Orha crying out, and he ripped a hand from the bedsheets, stuffing it in his mouth to keep the worst of his desperate noises from crawling out of his throat. Akihiko’s lips and tongue were talented things, as he’d learned in their dalliances over the past month or so.

Akihiko smoothed his lips over the shaft, dipping down until he buried his nose in the coarse hair at the base. Flattening his tongue along the underside, he hummed against the stiff flesh, gently sucking and bobbing his head. With his lips stretched around Orha’s needy girth, he grabbed his hips, keeping him pinned to the bed and unable to thrust up for more deliciously hot friction. 

“Aki...Aki, please...” he begged, head tossing against the pillows. The heat grew low in his belly, like the tightening of a rubber band. Further and further it stretched, taut and tense. Orha’s breath came in hitched gasps as the feeling grew in his guts. He wouldn’t make it much longer, not with Akihiko working him over with his perfect tongue and perfect lips. Sweat prickled along his neck and forehead, and the sounds of his own stilted breaths were muffled as the tension in his body grew, blood pounding in his ears. 

With a heady sigh, Akihiko pulled back, mouth sliding over Orha’s cock until only the tip remained snug between his lips. He flicked his tongue back and forth against the dripping slit, sucking the head like the sweetest lollipop.

Orha groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as his hips bucked—struggling for more contact, more heat. But Akihiko’s grip stayed strong, and he kept Orha pinned to the mattress. 

“I’m gonna—Aki, I’m gonna—” Orha rambled, back arching off the bed as that tension in his belly pulled tighter, tighter, tighter—and snapped. 

Orha came with a moan, fast and hard. It was almost painful as his body seized up in pleasure, tight and taut as he spilled himself down Akihiko’s willing throat. Cum and spit collected at the corners of his mouth as he eased Orha though his orgasm, cheeks flushed and lips nearly bruised for the effort. When Orha finished, spent dick twitching pathetically against his tongue, Akihiko finally let him free. 

Orha panted, blue eyes transfixed on the ceiling as he struggled to breathe, to feel anything but the numbing pleasure tingling along every inch of skin. His head spun from the endorphins swimming in his veins, leaving him drowsy. But as the effects of his orgasm faded, his skin refused to cool down. He felt hotter than before and just as hungry—ready to swap skin once again. His cock twitched excitedly against his stomach, slowly growing hard. He hated his heat, hated how desperate and pathetic it made him. But, if nothing else, it was nice to share it with someone he could trust. 

“That was good, Kitten.” Akihiko ran his hand along Orha’s jaw, fingertips brushing sweaty skin. He moved slowly, reaching for the nightstand where he knew Orha kept his more...intimate items. “Now, stay put and I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Yes,” Orha whispered, voice hoarse from moaning and panting. He struggled to swallow, throat parched and mouth dry, but did as Akihiko asked. Turning his head to the side, Orha watched him pull open the nightstand drawer and rifle through the contents. 

Orha kept a few little playthings in that drawer, as well as necessities. Condoms and lubricant were a must, but he also needed things to keep him occupied when no one else was around to help him through his heats. Dildos and vibrators of various sizes were tucked away for when he needed something to scratch that itch deep inside him. It was never as nice as the warmth of another person, but it would do in a pinch.

He wondered for a long moment if Akihiko would grab one to use on him—just to torture him a little longer. There were even a few cock rings and other devices they could use to drive each other mad with want before coming down from this heat addled state. But before he could voice his question, Akihiko closed the drawer, only taking a small bottle of lubricant. 

Orha’s excitement doubled as he watched Akihiko drizzle the lubricant over his fingers, the large digits glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. His breath caught in his throat, eyes following Akihiko’s movements as his fingers slipped down between his legs to open him with slow, purposeful prodding. He felt the pressure against his hole, slick and tight, then spread his legs wider with a low moan.

Grinning, Akihiko leaned down closer. He continued to work into Orha’s ass, the ring of muscle flexing around his finger as he slipped in deeper. As he reached knuckle-deep, he licked along the underside of Orha’s stirring cock, the sensitive flesh twitching with excitement.

One finger wasn’t enough to satiate Orha, but it was enough to remind him of what he really wanted—what he craved.  “Please…” he begged, hips rocking under Akihiko. “More, please…”

“You’re needy tonight, Kitten,” Akihiko replied, licking at the head of his cock again. Orha might have already cum once, but his body was ready again—prick stiff and leaking precum without shame.

“Yes,” Orha whined, unable to deny it with how soft and pliant his body became under Akihiko’s touch. The heat had drawn out his needy side, the side of him that craved attention and soft touches and intimacy. He might have tried to deny it on any other day, but it was still a part of him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Akihiko hummed, breath blowing against Orha’s slick flesh. “I like it,” he mumbled, slipping a second finger into Orha’s ass.

“Aaa…” Orha’s back arched, toes curling as he was stretched wider. It still wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but he would take what he could get.

A laugh bubbled up in Akihiko’s throat. Without a word, he slipped Orha’s cock back into his mouth and sucked him down to the hilt. The wet heat of his lips and tongue combined with the pressure of his fingers up Orha’s ass was almost enough to have him cumming a second time. Luckily, his first orgasm had dulled his need just enough to keep him riding the pleasure longer.

Two fingers slid in and out of Orha’s body, dragging along his flesh and pulling hungry noises from his lips. Akihiko scissored his fingers in Orha, moving them back and forth and in and out with slow, methodical movements. He stretched and worked his way deeper, all while lavishing Orha’s cock with attention. It was almost too much for Orha to bear. Almost.

Just as he was on the cusp of cumming a second time, Akihiko pulled his fingers out. The empty feeling dragged a whine from Orha’s throat, quiet and desperate. He closed his eyes and twisted against the bedsheets, still hard and hungry for attention. Akihiko lavished Orha’s needy prick with one last teasing suck before letting it drop from between his lips.

Chest heaving, Orha forced his eyes open and watched Akihiko as he smoothed lubricant over his stiff cock. It was then that he remembered Akihiko hadn’t touched himself in the whole time they’d been in bed—not once. His cock was red and hard, more than Orha’s own. The thought sent a shot of guilt through his chest, guilt and desire to even things out between them.

Akihiko lined himself up against Orha’s puckered and slick entrance, grabbing his hips and pulling their bodies closer together. But before he could breach the ring of muscle, Orha sprang into action.

He grabbed Akihiko’s shoulders pushing him to the side and straddling his hips as he pinned him to the bed. Akihiko grunted in surprise, eyes wide as he stared up at Orha. He’d been so pliant and submissive earlier that Akihiko hadn’t expected the sudden change in energy between them.

“Orha?” he asked, one hand sliding up his bare stomach, tentative and gentle in its touch.

“Let me,” Orha mumbled, still dizzy and disoriented from his heat. Sweat dribbled down his neck as he shifted his position, grabbing Akihiko’s dick in one hand and steadying himself on the bed with the other. “I want to—” As he spoke, he sank down onto Akihiko’s slick cock, breath catching in his throat and a moan spilling past his lips. He sat down slowly, taking him all in until he bottomed out, ass flush against Akihiko’s hips.

The pressure and the heat—it was all so much. Too much. Orha felt the delicious tightness building in his abdomen as Akihiko’s cock stretched him wide. He wanted to ride him until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore, until he was numb from the pleasure. But before he could move or voice his desires, Akihiko moaned and squeezed Orha’s hips, rutting up into him with a shallow thrust. Orha’s back stiffened as Akihiko’s cock brushed that sweet spot deep inside him. That tiny motion pushed him off the edge a second time. With a weak moan, he came again, painting his stomach white with hot seed. His hips rocked against Akihiko’s, riding out the pleasure until he finished. Panting and flushed, he looked down at Akihiko’s hungry eyes.

“God, that was so hot,” Akihiko mumbled, fingers squeezing Orha’s sides with a bruising insistence. He took a long, shuddering breath, eyes half-lidded, and smoothed his thumbs over Orha’s hips, as if to apologize for grabbing him too roughly. He slipped one hand across Orha’s stomach, humming to himself as he slid it through the mess he’d made. “Kitten, do you wanna rest? I can take over again if you—”

Orha didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. Gathering what strength he had left in his limp limbs, he forced himself upright. Without hesitation, he pulled his hips up and thrust himself back down, impaling himself on Akihiko’s cock. The rough thrust left them both groaning in pleasure, backs arched and muscles tight. But Orha didn’t stop with just one thrust. He went again and again and again, bouncing up and down on Akihiko’s hips with abandon.

“Aki. Aki. Aki.” He repeated his name like a mantra, body oversensitive and yet still wanting more. His cock was half-hard already, a third orgasm quickly budding in his abdomen. Orha had never had a heat this intense before—never. Every brush of Akihiko against him, inside and out, turned his guts to goo.

Growling in excitement, Akihiko rocked his hips upward, timing it with Orha’s own thrusts to dive deep inside him with each pass. They worked in tandem, quickly building up the friction between them. Orha whimpered with each thrust, his body sore and sensitive from the torturous teasing Akihiko had already put him through. Having his prostate slammed into over and over again only left him hungrier for another orgasm.

Leaning forward, Orha planted his hands on Akihiko’s shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh as he rocked himself harder onto his cock. The slight change of angle made it so each thrust hit Orha’s sweet spot head on. He gasped with each intrusion, but only rutted faster and faster against Akihiko. His spent and sore dick strained against their stomachs, rubbing raw between them.

Akihiko moaned, nails leaving half-circle marks on Orha’s thighs. “Shit, I’m—I’m close. Orha, I’m so close—” His eyes screwed shut, head tipped back in pleasure as he pumped his hips faster, filling Orha deeper and deeper with each pass.

“Yes, Aki, yes—” Orha’s thrusts grew frantic, grinding himself onto Akihiko’s stiff rod with fervor. Hearing his partner’s excited cries pushed him to continue, past the point of caring how sore his body was or how much it would hurt tomorrow. He wanted this—he needed it. The feeling of Akihiko deep inside him, the pressure of his body opening up to accommodate another, the tension in his muscles, the furious beating of his heart, the violent tremors running along his limbs. He needed all of it.

Then, as Orha worked himself harder than before, he felt Akihiko stiffen under his body and a rush of heat fill his backside. Akihiko groaned and came into Orha’s ass without warning. The heat and the wet squelching sound as cum slipped down to mess the backs of Orha’s thighs was enough to send him into his third completion of the night. As he rocked down one last time, he came again—a weak stream of white spurting across his abdomen and mingling with the crusted cum already painting his skin. When the tremors subsided, he collapsed against Akihiko’s chest and began purring.

Akihiko wrapped his arms around Orha, holding him close as their bodies slowly cooled in the damp air of the bedroom. “You okay?” he asked, voice low and winded.

“Mm,” Orha hummed, unable to keep his eyes open. Contented purrs rumbled in his chest as he snuggled up to Akihiko. Cum messed his stomach and inner thighs, but he was too tired to do anything about it. He couldn’t even be bothered to uncouple himself from Akihiko, his lover’s slowly softening cock still deep inside him.

Akihiko continued to rub his back, fingers lazily drawing circles along sweaty skin. When his breaths evened out, he shifted to the side and rolled Orha onto the bed. Orha groaned in protest, grabbing his arm before he could completely part from him.

“Don’t go,” Orha whispered, clinging to him as best he could for how exhausted he was.

Hesitating, Akihiko brushed a hand over Orha’s flushed forehead. “I just thought you’d be more comfortable on the bed than on me.”

Orha couldn’t argue the point, but his heat-addled mind still demanded the closeness. He relaxed against the bedding, but didn’t let go of Akihiko’s arm. “Don’t go,” he repeated, softer this time.

Akihiko smiled and stretched out next to Orha. He pulled the dirty blankets over their sweaty bodies and wrapped an arm around Orha once more. “Okay. I won’t. I promise.”

The warmth and closeness drew Orha in like a moth to a flame. Resting his head against Akihiko’s chest, he continued to purr like contented kitten. As he slowly succumbed to sleep, heat satiated for the moment, he hoped Akihiko would keep his promise.

END

[proseandpeonies]

You kinda of give me Aelin x Nesryn love child vibes. You seem very calm and collected but the chaotic energy is laying in wait to jump out and take everyone by surprise. 🤔

I don’t think anyone’s ever gotten me so right lol, I’m definitely calm when I need to be but I’m kind of down to do anything when asked

[icharchivist]

My absolute favorite thing over the years to see if you gushing on your blog about your interests ❤️

(＾´´•̥̥̥д•̥̥̥＾)(＾´´•̥̥̥д•̥̥̥＾)(＾´´•̥̥̥д•̥̥̥＾)(＾´´•̥̥̥д•̥̥̥＾) THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD

huuuuh i love u (＾´´•̥̥̥д•̥̥̥＾) thank you so much for your kindness at all time you’re an absolute sweetheart and i love seeing you around so much and i’m so so so grateful to know you ❤❤❤ And tbh same, i love to see you gush around as well, and it’s my pleasure to have you as a mutual bc you’re fantastic all together ❤❤

It’s always kinda reassuring to know that my ramblings aren’t as obnoxious as they could be kdjhfdf still though you are so sweet and i’m so touched and i’m so so happy you think so ❤❤

thank you so so so so much ❤❤❤ you’re bringing so much warmth into my heart thank you ❤❤❤❤

Take care aahhh ❤❤

[inuyashasforest]

Me and my friend will go back and forth with headcanons and ideas in another fandom. I’ll ask her about headcanons and sometimes they sit really well with me and make sense with this fanfic I’m working on, but I always ask if it’s okay to use any of the ideas she’s put thought into because I WASN’T THE ONE TO WRITE THEM OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE. She created those details so it’s only right to give credit where’s it’s due.

I once asked an rp partner if I could use one of the lines she wrote in a fanfic. This was over email, and no one would have seen it anyway. I could have perfectly gotten away with using that one little line and no one would have known. But I asked her, and it just made our friendship stronger because, as she said, it was so nice for someone to take a throwaway line she’d used and be so inspired by it. 

It only  builds closer connections when fandom is used as a conversation and not a free-for-all. That kind of attitude is so upsetting. There’s a real opportunity to build respect and appreciation for each other but people would just... rather be stubborn about it, I guess. 

[bitchryver]

Headcanons on how the ToG series might have gone if Sam and Nehemia had stayed alive? I’ve been pondering on it myself, since I want to write a fanfic kinda involving how that dynamic would have played out with the story.

oooohhhh my gooooddd im so delighted you asked me that I have SO many thoughts!!! I’d love to read a fanfic like that bc im always……thinkin abt it

okay so in MY head it goes a lil somethin like this:

In terms of Sam, the plot of the final story in TaB goes ahead as it does in canon- Arobynn tells Celaena that Sam is dead, BUT this time he tells her one of his spies reported they saw sams body in Rourke Farrans house.

So good ol celaena, like the big dumb chaotic aries moon she is and forever will be, goes to farrans house for revenge.

Except- its a trap to catch her, like it is in canon, and she ends up in endovier.

But this time, instead of grieving for sam and dealing with the fact that arobynn might have betrayed her, she believes both arobynn AND sam have betrayed her

Maybe because she doesn’t see sam in farrans so she thinks its a trap, or maybe arobynns plan to seperate the two is to manipulate the two apart by sowing that seed of doubt in celaena, knowing that she will return to only trusting him, so he plans to have celaena think sam is in on it 

Now when Sam hears celaena’s gone to endovier? loses it. He’s totally suspicious of Arobynn and enlists the help of lys & Wesley to get revenge/ and or get her out. 

I don’t know whether he would stay with arobynn- part of me imagines celaena being gone means he’d have to pay off his debts again or something, maybe he wants to hang around arobynn to gather more information about why he set celaena up

i don’t really think he could bear to live in celaenas apartment, because i think he’d feel REALLY guilty and angry.

so sam doesn’t succeed in breaking celaena out before dorian gets to her, and i think he as a character would grow a bit tougher and a bit meaner. maybe throw himself into the pit fighting a bit more.

so dorian comes to exploit  i mean free celaena, and then i think the plot progress as normal- in terms of how nehemia is introduced, and how their relationship develops.

[quick side note-i think celaena, still reeling from what she thinks is a betrayal, and then a terrible year, maybe does go through with the dorian half-romance b plot in the first book, and then can’t go through with it in the end. I don’t think she would go for chaol at all, because part of the reason she’s drawn to him is the sense of stability he provides, and because its a chance for the life she wanted with sam-  stability and sam-like traits work against her in this timeline; why would she be so taken when chaol says he’d leave adarlan with her? Sam promised to do the same and he betrayed her.]

Now in terms of Nehemia- like i said, the plot progresses as normal in terms of their relationship and interactions, and nehemias desire to force celaena to become the person she needs her to be- this time, NOT because she think aelin/celaena is the only one who can save her people or her country or whatever, but because her firepower and her country are valuable assests to the strategy nehemia wants to plan for her country/

and nehemia is working on dorian AND aelin at the same time, but she feels way less bad for dorian. She’s determined that this is what needs to be done, that it HAS to be done that way, but she’s really struggling with the guilt of watching celaena clearly struggle a year out of endovier.

I think she’d also be slightly, secretly angry at celaena/aelin- like she COULDN’T understand why and how aelin would want to shirk her role as a queen. And I can see that tension being there for a while as a response to nehemias guilt, maybe to mask it, because she genuinely has come to love celaena.

So I think it goes one of two ways- Nehemia fakes her death as a way of escaping the castle and the dodgy rebels to get back to Ellywe with the information she’s learned, making an educated guess that doing so will tip the emotional tether in celaena to force her to become aelin. aelin = firepower = fighting skills = terrasen army. jackpot.

OR celaena eventually confies in Nehemia, instead of chaol that she’s the Queen, and then its Nehemia who convinces the King to send her to Wendlyn.

And that creates a massive tension because celaena is like WHAT i JUST told you these people are literally related to me 

And she’s angrier than she’s ever been because this, to her, is betrayal no. 2

Maybe its that anger, instead of grief that fuels her revival as aelin. 

So then back to Sam- I don’t know exactly  if he’d be part of the Terrasen resistance, but I think maybe celaena being taken to endovier, run by adarlan tips him into Fuck Those Guys territory.

Either way, when celaena runs into Archer in book 2, archer goes back to sam to say GUESS WHAT

celaena is not only alive, but working for the king! she’s the kings champion!

Sam either takes this well: I cant believe they would make her work for them how terrible are they lets keep resisiting them 

Or he takes it badly i.e “You mean to tell me I’ve been working against adarlan FOR her this entire time and she’s been working for them happy as a clam? she just SIGNED over her life to the guy?? Fuck her”

Because here’s the thing- I don’t see a role for a chaol in a world where sam is still alive, because I think sam would fill the role chaol occupies in com/hof/qos/tod/- the bitter, jilted lover who felt like they gave up SO much for her and look what she’s gone and done that stupid bitch

Im saying this based on how sam confesses to celaena in TaB- he knows they are BOTH being abused by arobynn, he knows he’s the only one of the two that recognises it as abuse, and he still says to her that he can’t be around her if she “chose” arobynn over him. He doesn’t really….want to share.

OR option 3: In the timeline where Nehemia sends Celaena to Wendlyn, Nehemia herself stays in Adarlan and continues working with the rebels, one of whom is Sam. From Sam she learns more about celaenas back story and begins to feel a bit more understanding of her, and begins to queitly pray that she’s done the right thing, that celaena will understand why it had to be done. I don’t think she would make apologies for it, but she would be genuinely concerned about how she’s doing over there, unlike every other character in hof.

But Sam learns from Nehemia about Celaenas brief dalliance with Dorian, or learns from Aedion about who she actually is. I don’t think it would be the knowledge of who she is that bothers him, like it did chaol, but instead the idea, warped by the bitterness of her and dorian, that she had all this power all this time and ran away from it. I see that being that kicker in the confrontation, and I see Aelin having to have the conversation on the balcony with him instead of chaol.

Ok so second side note, and i havent finished koa so i dont know if we meet the royal family in Ellywe or if we learn whether or not they knew about her plans but in the timeline where Nehemia returns to Ellwye, the court and her family are FURIOUS with her, 1. because she’s the heir to the throne in an increasingly dangerous environment what do you mean you faked your death  to escape the country are you fucking serious??? WHY??? and maybe these grown men in her court don’t take her seriously because thats a big theme.and then 2. because her court are annoyed she took the iniative to do something so they keep chipping away at her- where is your firebringer- oh she’s not here? and we don’t have a guaranteed alliance? and you’re not in contact with the rebels because 1. they think youre dead and 2. one of their leaders was murdered by your friend to avenge you? Hows that gonna help. So she has to fight for their approval the same way aelin later fights darrow. what a beautiful parallel that would be.

Like imagine the JOY and relief and FEAR nehemia would feel upon hearing about aelin setting maeves people on fire- she begins to wonder for the first time,,, who is it she’s actually unleashed…. and will she want to help her?

Sorry I know thats SO long and rambly and kind of aelin centric i literally dont know how to write ANYTHING without including ms [g]a[y]shryver in it. also i cannot,,,,,, spell,,,, but THANK YOU for this ask i hope your fanfic goes well!!!!!

[highqueenofelfhame]

Even if it was for a bunch of little boys swinging blindly at a plastic ball, it was a beautiful day for a t-ball tournament. Aelin was settled on the bleachers, eyes on Evalin where she ran about the playground to her left. Arden wasn’t quite up to bat yet, she couldn’t even see his little helmet clad head where he was in the dugout, so her eyes alternated between Evie running rampant and her husband where he stood a few feet away from her on the field.

Today, he was wearing khaki pants and the team polo, the pants framing his ass criminally good. So good that she almost felt dirty admiring him at a kid’s sporting event, but how could she resist? Even the women in front of her, all married to their respective husbands, had eyes wandering to where Rowan was currently bent over with his hands on his knees talking to the next kid up to bat for their team. 

“I mean, look at the man. He no doubt knows how to treat a woman,” one of the women thirsted, leading Aelin to snort. One of the women glanced over her shoulder at the sound and Aelin offered her a smile. 

“His ass? Fantastic,” she chimed in, all of the women before her nodding in agreement. 

“Do you know if he’s married?” Another one asked, the only of the women down front without a ring. Aelin did her best to look as though she were thinking hard about the rumors she’d heard of the new coach, let her eyes zero in on his left hand. 

“I’m not sure,” she said, “But no ring.” Because he’d forgot to put it on after his shower this morning, and it was sitting on the bathroom counter by the sink last she had seen it.

The women kept casually chatting about Rowan, about his ass in those pants, about how hot the tattoo that twisted down his left arm was. Aelin nodded in agreement just about every comment, even throwing in a few herself about how green his eyes were and she would willingly leave her husband for the man. 

Sometime later, after Arden had made the winning catch of the game and Evalin was back at her mother’s side, Rowan jogged over to where she sat in the bleachers. He was beaming at her like he’d never been more proud of their son, of her, even of Evalin and the castle she had pointed out to him that she’d made in the sandbox. He couldn’t seem to help himself as he brushed her hair back and pressed a kiss to her lips, one that had her grinning against his mouth. 

“Good game, coach." A wide grin was on her lips as he chuckled, unable to resist a second kiss to her mouth. "We brought snacks today,” she reminded him as his hand fell onto the small swell of her abdomen where their newest babe was making his or her home. 

“I’ll go get them,” he said, bending down to kiss her stomach before pulling the keys from his pocket and half jogging out to the car. Aelin was still smiling watching him leave as she turned to look back at the mother’s that had been checking her husband out the entire game. She merely shrugged.

“We meant no disrespect,” one of the married ones started, but Aelin waved her off. 

“There was none taken. I certainly don’t blame you,” she winked, hopping off the bleachers as Arden sprinted up to his mom with the little plastic ball in his hand, signed and dated by his dad and the other two coaches. Aelin beamed at her son, lifting him up to press soft kisses to his chubby cheeks. 

No, she didn’t blame those other women at all. Not when she was so lucky to live a life where she had two beautiful babies, a third on the way, and a husband that looked like that. 

@starseternalnighttriumphant​ @musicmaam​ @empire-of-wildfire​ @kandasboi​ @schmlip-scribble​ @shyvioletcat​ @vi0let-femmes​ @westofmoon​ @ttakemesomewherenew​ @whiskeybusiness1776​ 

[starseternalnighttriumphant]

Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow. Rowaelin babies

Aelin forgot how cold winters in Terrasen could be.

It was probably the coldest winter since the war, almost a decade ago. She shouldn’t have been surprised that her first child would’ve been born during one of the coldest winters. Not when he was already burning as bright as she was, his powers already the likes of Aelin’s.

It was the tail end of winter, yet it showed no signs of stopping. This morning when she had decided to get out of her warm bed, she looked out the windows to see a fresh coating of snow blanketing the castle grounds. She sighed and shuffled across the hall to her son’s nursery, quietly slipping in lest she wake him up.

She didn’t have to worry about that though. The four-month old was already cooing, his hands reaching towards the mobile above his crib. She leaned over to look at him as he made his little noises.

His silver hair was just like his father’s but those eyes. They were Ashryver eyes, Aelin’s eyes. He was already so handsome, his cheeks chubby and just begging to be pinched. He finally noticed Aelin above him and smiled at her, his cooing coming more excitedly.

“Hi my love,” Aelin murmured to him, picking him up and cradling him in her arms. “Did you sleep well, little prince?”

She murmured to him as she walked down the halls, hoping to find warmth by the massive hearth in the great hall. His eyes didn’t leave her the whole time, something she secretly loved. Her son was obsessed with her, and she with him. She never thought she would love someone on the same level as she loved Rowan, but when she first held her firstborn in her arms, she knew she would do anything for the little bundle gazing up at her.

She peeked into the great hall to see it filled with a bunch of people, including her cousin and most of her bloodsworn. She frowned, wanting to be alone with her son. She backed away and headed towards the main doors to the castle. She paused to throw on a thicker cloak, wrapping up her son as well, then headed out into the cold morning.

She descended the steps and stood still, taking in the bright morning and the sparse snow that was still falling.

“Winters used to be my favorite,” she began saying, watch snowflakes catch on her cloak. “Of course, the whole month of my birthdate is my absolute favorite, but winter is something different. It was a time to show my power. How it could keep me warm. How I could keep my family warm. I would light and unlight the hearths in the castle just with my fingers.”

She gazed down at her son. “Soon, you’ll be able to do that, little prince. And we’ll teach you how to wield it, your father and I. How to protect yourself, and others. But until then, I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you. I promise.”

He cooed, his eyes shifting to take in the snow. A few flakes fell on his face and a V formed between his little brows. A flake stuck to his nose and he let out a tiny sneeze and then proceeded to cry. Aelin laughed and then shushed him, bouncing him gently.

“You’ll learn to love the snow,” she cajoled, turning to head back into the warmth of the castle. “I hated it when I was a baby too.”

-

@highqueenofelfhame @empire-of-wildfire @kandasboi @schmlip-scribble @city-of-fae @westofmoon @tangledraysofsunshine @shyvioletcat @clockworkgraystairs @alifletcher2012 @anabelkay @whiskeybusiness1776 @danieldesario 

[nalgenewhore]

There came a knock on her door and Elide struggled out of bed, where she had been attempting to sleep since she had called out of work. 

Shuffling at a pathetically slow pace, her fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders, Elide moved through her apartment to the front door, not even bothering to look through the peephole like she usually did. She opened it to find her boyfriend standing there, his cheeks and the tip of his nose red from the cold Terrasen winter storm raging outside. He smiled, “Hey, you. Ae texted me you weren’t feeling well and didn’t make it to work.” 

Elide opened her mouth to say something, but a wave of nausea and dizziness washed over her and her knees buckled. Lorcan moved quickly and smoothly braced her, his hands keeping her upright, “Woah, woah, hey, careful there, love.” She offered him a shallow, exhausted grin. “Let’s get you to bed, huh?” 

Elide nodded, her eyes falling shut as she tried to breathe past the achy feeling and the dizziness. “Yeah,” she breathed, leaning against the front hall table stand as Lorcan stepped in and closed the door behind him, toeing off his high-top Chucks. 

“C’mon, I got you,” he said softly, letting her put all her weight on him as they walked back to her room. 

Elide put out her hand and braced it against the wall, her vision swimming, breathing out slowly, “Ok, just one second, one second.” A second later, she was being lifted up into his arms and he continued on like she was nothing but a feather. She sighed, leaning her head back on his shoulder, “Thank you for coming over, I missed you today.” 

“You’re welcome, E, I was worried,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “How are you feeling?” They had made it to her room and Lorcan gently set her down on the mattress, pressing his hand to her forehead. He frowned down at her, like the sheer will and power of his glare could intimidate her illness into departing from her. 

Elide groaned, “Everything hurts and I want to sleep but I’m too cold and I want to shower but if I stand up for too long, I’ll fall down and I hate this.” She pouted and then nestled further down into her blanket. 

Lorcan hummed, “I’ll be right back, E.” He didn’t give her further elaboration and disappeared into her closet. Elide didn’t have enough energy to protest and closed her eyes once more, trying to suppress her shivers. 

A minute later, Lorcan reappeared, now clad in a pair of sweats, his hair gathered up into a bun held together with one of her scrunchies. Elide’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he padded over to her side and slipped into bed beside her, gathering her in his arms. Sighing contentedly, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, his body warmth easing her shivers. Lorcan cradled her head in the crook of his arm and wrapped his other arm around her waist. “Go to sleep, E, I got you.” 

Elide smiled and tried to say something, but the last few nights of terrible and fitful sleep caught up to her and she was snoring softly before anything else could happen. 

She felt rested and satisfied when she woke again, still held snugly to Lorcan as he dozed. Elide smiled and wiggled against him, “Lor, wake up.” 

Lorcan started and jerked awake, “Wha, I’m up, I wasn’t sleeping.” Elide tilted her head back and laughed, the soreness she felt not as bad as it was before sleeping. He smiled and sat up, rubbing his eyes and standing. “C’mere, we’ll get you something to eat.” 

Elide whined, the mere thought of food turning her stomach. “I don’t wanna eat.” Lorcan scooped her up, blanket and all, not even giving her a chance to attempt walking on her own, not that she had any complaints. Elide let her head fall back on his shoulder as he carried her to the main area of her apartment. 

“I know, love, but your stomach will feel better if you have something in it and you’re getting dehydrated,” he said mildly, putting her down on the couch. “Wanna watch a movie?” 

“Yeah, play-” 

“The Jungle Book, I know, E,” Lorcan chuckled, walking over to her TV and crouching down to open the cabinet. He shook his head as he pulled out the old VHS, “I can’t believe you still have the same tape from when you were a kid.” 

“Hey! It’s nostalgic!” Elide was practically bouncing in her seat as Lorcan re-wound it and popped it in the VCR, still shaking his head. “If you make fun of me anymore you don’t get to watch with me.” Lorcan stood and rolled his eyes but stayed silent, dropping a kiss onto her forehead. “Wait, where are you going, stay with me,” she whined, turning to look over the back of the couch as he retreated to her bedroom. 

Once again, Lorcan gave her no explanation and Elide huffed as she settled back into the corner of the couch, crossing her arms and lowering her brows. Her movie began to play but not even that could lift her from the grouchiness she felt, all of her anger directed at her stupid, stupid boyfriend. Elide was muttering curses in Blackbeak when he appeared again, arms laden with pillows, her duvet, and the quilt her mother had made for her as a child. 

“What’s wrong,” he asked of her, dropping his bundle on the ground and kneeling by her. Elide pouted, her bottom lip sticking out and she rolled her eyes. 

“You’re too sweet and I hate you for it,” she muttered, frowning at him. Lorcan smiled and stood back up, brushing back her hair once more. 

“Sorry, El,” he quipped, bending to gather what he had gotten for her. He was quiet as he fussed over her, making a nest around her. As he tucked in the quilt, he asked, “Is that good?” 

Elide cuddled into the pillows and blankets, smiling blissfully, “I love you so much.” 

A goofy grin pulled at his lips and he blushed, “I love you too. Enjoy your movie, I’ll get you something to eat, ok?” 

Elide nodded, her eyes already sliding to the screen, “Yeah, yeah, sounds good.” She didn’t notice when he left for the kitchen, feeling like when she was a kid and would stay home from school when she was sick. 

Lorcan was busy heating soup for her when he heard a strained voice singing, “I mean the bare necessities, old Mother Nature's recipes, that brings the bare necessities of life…” He smiled to himself, turning away from the pot to watch her, her eyes alight. Fuck, I love her so much, he thought, just needing to take a moment for his heart to stop feeling so tight in his chest. 

He breathed out shakily, blinking hard while he turned to grab a bowl for her and carefully ladled the soup into it. He put the pot to the side and turned off the burner, grabbing a spoon and bumping the drawer shut with his hip. 

“El,” he said, walking around the couch and setting the bowl and spoon down, “you need to eat, babe.”

She wrinkled her nose and eyed the bowl warily. “Ugh. Fine.” Lorcan grinned triumphantly and sat down on the carpet, carefully holding the bowl and taking a spoonful of it. Elide huffed when he held it to her lips but let him feed her. “You’re ridiculous.” 

Lorcan shrugged and gave her spoonful after spoonful until she shook her head and pressed her lips together. “Mm-mm, no more.” 

Nodding his head, Lorcan stood and leaned down to kiss her. Elide pulled her head back, “You’re gonna get sick, L.” 

He grinned and cupped the back of her head, “Worth it.” Elide’s smile matched his as looped her hands around his neck and pressed her lips to hers. 

“You’re an idiot,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his. “Do you know how much I love you, Lorcan Salvaterre? Like, I love you so much.” 

He kissed her again, “I love you so fucking much, Lochan.” Lorcan pulled away, standing up to his full height, “Watch your movie, baby, I’ll be right back.” 

Lorcan went to the kitchen and put her bowl in the sink, quickly returning to her. Elide didn’t look away from the screen, subconsciously mouthing the words as she scooched forward to allow him to slide in behind her and pull her back into his chest, his legs on either side of her. 

Elide hummed and near purred when he started running his hands through her hair, gently pulling it back from her face. She didn’t even think he was paying attention when he began braiding it back for her, was sure it was little more than something for his hands to do as the movie played on. Wordlessly, she held up an elastic and he took it from her, tying off the end of one of the braids, starting on the next one and finishing it quicker than she could ever do it. Lorcan patted the plaits in place and rested his chin atop of her head, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. 

When her eyes started to droop, Elide turned onto her side and cuddled into his chest, her head resting over his heart. “Mmm, thank you,” she whispered, “for taking care of me.” 

Lorcan stretched out beneath her, his hands moving to her waist. Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, he replied, “No problem at all, El.” 

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[lauraisfae]

I love the way you say my name

I love the way you smile

And if I could ever have my way

I'd get rid of every mile

I love the things you say to me

The sound of your voice drives me wild

And no matter how often you text me

Every time I've smiled

I could listen to you talk all day

Just to feel I'm with you for a while

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Here's a poem a wrote, I know I haven't been posting many lately. I didn't title it bc I didn't know what to call it. Any ideas?

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kandasboi replied to your post: How do you feel about a...

We stan trans Alma in this household 🤧

Damn right we do!

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“If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.” Fenrys and Aelin just a couple of bros being bros don’t make this romantic or I’ll kill myself

Okay love, I hope this is up to your standards 😉 I wouldn't want to disappoint my queen  Your commentary on your prompt requests is one of my favorite things btw

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Aelin walked out of the grocery store with a sigh, thinking about the boring weekend ahead of her. Rowan was in Perranth for the weekend for some work conference and she had the house to herself, but nothing to do. She’d cleaned the already immaculate house, run errands, and decorated for Halloween, and now she was out of ideas for what to do. And it was only Saturday morning. She supposed she could always find a book to read, but she didn’t really feel like reading. She cursed her husband for having to go out of town, leaving her to her boredom.

She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. You’re the worst for leaving me this weekend, I’m already bored out of my mind.

Rowan replied quickly. I’m sure you’ll find some way to amuse yourself. I’ll be home tomorrow night, try not to kill anyone between now and then.

She rolled her eyes and drove home, contemplating what else she could do. As she pulled into the driveway she had an idea. She opened her phone, scrolling till she found the person she wanted and hit call.

“Hey Fenrys, you busy?”

“Just got back from the gym, what’s up?”

She tucked the phone between her shoulder and her ear, reaching into the backseat for the couple bags of groceries she’d bought. “How do you feel about carving pumpkins? Rowan and I have a bunch from the pumpkin patch last week that we haven’t had a chance to carve yet and I’m bored.”

Aelin could hear sounds of him shuffling things around and what she assumed was the jingle of his keys. “Sounds fun! I just walked in the door, so let me shower real quick and I’ll be there in like 45 minutes.”

“You’re the best! See ya soon.” She quickly hung up and smiled. She could always count on Fenrys to be down for anything.

Since she had some time to kill, she decided to put away the groceries and get everything ready for when Fenrys got there. She cleared off their dining room table, grabbing a few of the pumpkins and setting out some small serrated knives, some spoons, and a couple sharpies on the newspaper she’d laid over the table. Just as she finished getting everything prepared, she heard her front door open.

“Honey, I’m home!” Fenrys teased as he poked his head around the corner. “Oh good, you’ve already got everything. Look at you, planning ahead.”

Aelin laughed and rolled her eyes, walking over to give him a quick hug before turning back to the pumpkins. “Thanks for coming over, I was gonna go crazy if I was by myself for too long. We bought like eight of these last week and haven’t done anything with them, so I figured now would be as good a time as any to carve a few of them.”

“Sounds good to me.” Fenrys looked over the pumpkins, debating which one he wanted to carve. Finally he picked up a tall, almost oval shaped one. “This one’s mine,” he declared, an evil little smile on his face.

“Knock yourself out,” Aelin laughed. “But if you carve a dick on that pumpkin I swear to the gods, I’ll hurt you.”

Fenrys’s face fell slightly. “Come on Ace, that’s no fun! Not even a little one? Like in the background.”

“I’m not having a pumpkin with a dick carved on it at my house!” Aelin rolled her eyes and pointed one of the small knives at him as she sat down. “No dicks. Or anything relating to dicks.”

Fenrys pouted as he sat next to her. “Fine. You’re such a buzzkill.”

“And you’re a twelve year old,” Aelin retorted, reaching over to flick him on the forehead. “Now get carving and quit pouting.” She immediately started carving, forgoing sharpies and outlines.

Fenrys scowled and pulled his pumpkin in front of him, reaching for a sharpie to trace his design. “So Rowan is out of town for the weekend?”

“Yeah, some company thing in Perranth. Plus Aedion and Lys are in Rifthold still, so its like half our friend group is gone now.”

Fenrys chuckled under his breath. “Well at least you still have a pretty face to look at while they’re gone.”

Aelin snorted and replied, “Mine’s still prettier, don’t get too ahead of yourself Moonie.”

“Oh come on, you know I hate that nickname,” Fenrys groaned, setting his sharpie down and reaching for a knife.

Aelin smirked. “Oh I’m sorry, how silly of me. Would you prefer Moonpie?”

“Somehow that one is even worse,” Fenrys grumbled as he started to carve.

“Moonpie it is then!” Aelin decided with a wink.

“Hey, you asked me to come over. I can go and leave you here with your boredom and nobody to keep you company but the voices in your head,” Fenrys warned.

“Oh fine, I’ll stop you big baby.” Aelin sighed and changed topics. “How’s your brother? Rowan said he hasn’t heard from him in a few weeks.”

“Connall’s good, he’s adjusting to the new job in Banjali so I think that’s been taking up a lot of his time. Plus when I talked to him last weekend he mentioned a guy, but he wouldn’t give me much information on him so I don’t know who he is.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to do some digging and see if I can figure anything out then,” Aelin said with a small smile. “How about you, anything new? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Fenrys coughed a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stammered, “Uh, well, I umm… I’ve gone on umm, a couple dates recently, with uh, Asterin actually.” He looked sideways over at her, not fully wanting to see her reaction.

“Seriously?! How long has this been going on?” Aelin screeched, smacking him in the shoulder as she turned to face him fully, pumpkin abandoned for the time being.

“Umm, just a few weeks. We’ve only gone on a few dates, but she’s really great,” Fenrys said hesitantly, still waiting for the storm to hit.

“That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me?! I’m really happy for you Fen,” Aelin gushed, grinning at him.

“I didn’t think you guys really got along, I didn’t want to make it weird or anything,” Fenrys said sheepishly.

“Fenrys. You’re one of my best friends, how could I not be happy for you? If you really like her, then of course that’s great. It’s not going to be weird, I promise.”

Fenrys exhaled, clearly relieved. “Okay good. I just didn’t know how to tell you honestly, it just kind of happened.”

They spent the next couple hours updating each other on all the important things they’d missed, teasing each other about the silly, slightly stupid things they had both done. Aelin finally finished her pumpkin and turned it so Fenrys could see. She’d made a witch stirring a large cauldron, and had even carved it in a way that made it look like there was steam coming from the cauldron.

Fenrys whistled appreciatively, and turned back to his pumpkin, putting the finishing touches on it and turning it to show Aelin. When she saw what he’d carved, her mouth actually fell open in surprise.

Fenrys had carved the face of a wolf. But not a regular wolf, this one looked like it was growling right at her, teeth bared and so detailed Aelin was in awe.

“How did you even do that? That’s amazing Fen!”

Fenrys shrugged. “Connall and I were really competitive as kids during Halloween time over whose pumpkin looked better. This is the first time I’ve ever carved a wolf though. Here, take a picture of me and the pumpkin so I can send it to him!” Fenrys handed Aelin his phone and posed with the pumpkin.

Aelin laughed and took the picture. “Clearly the competitive spirit doesn’t wear off as you get older,” she teased.

Fenrys snickered. “What can I say? Some things never change.”

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[icharchivist]

@kandasboi replied to your post “DUMBASS ENERGY”

I mean... it makes sense. Academically, Lavi is probably the smartest. But street or people smart? Mmmm questionable. How often does he dance with death just so he can piss Kanda off for a laugh? 😂😂

I MEAN TRUE NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT. 

For such a “smart guy” hiding Kanda’s underpants every day at 8pm just because he can is indeed Big Dumbass Energy so no wonder. 

And true considerign they got majorly lost trying to find Anita in China with Allen bc he was being very dumb streetwise, or how he doesn’t read some situation with people.... I mean he’s a social disaster. 

So yes, very very good point, Lavi deserves to be closer to the Dumbass gang. 

Not judging Lenalee’s academically bc we don’t have any idea, but she does score higher on every other type of intelligence there. Sorry not sorry Lavi. 

And Thanks for bringing the conversation in that direction because it was the most important thing to consider,thank u

[bitchryver]

Because I can’t contain my own excitement, here’s a two bit breakdown on what I’m writing (also kind of influenced by you and ihateaelin): -Nesryn going to Clarisse’s brothel to find Lysandra. (She’s gonna have a talk with Sam about the importance of serial because he never told her that his friend worked at a freakin brothel on the rich side of town and she’s accidentally there in her guard uniform.)

Lysandra, being the cunning girl that far too many people underestimate, devices a plan so no one is suspicious of their encounter. She’d unbutton Nesryn’s blouse, ruffling her hair a bit and would plant red stained kisses along her collarbone and neck, and another just along the corner of her mouth for good measure.

Lys would repeat her thanks to Nesryn for letting her know that her friend was alive, and just before she leaves, Lys would ask if they could be friends too. Though surprised, Nesryn tells her yes, and that she’d see her in a few days time like the note states. (Stupid word limit, lol that was suppose to go with that last bit )

SASDKFASDFKDFOSDKFOSDKFO GAY NESRYN GAY NESRYN GAY NESRYN ALL MY DREAMS ARE FULFILLED

oh my god what an IDEA- like nesryn not being sure if lysandra meant it when she said she wanted to be friends….. lysandras heart racing as she silently hopes nesryn saw through her and hopes she’ll come back…………the gay romance we deserve i LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im delighted me and @ihateaelin being chaotic gays influenced this in ANY way…what an honour…

[highqueenofelfhame]

For your greys asks: “We’re adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?” For Aelin and Aedion

The Queen of Terrasen was perfectly content to remain lying on the floor of her chambers, thank you very much.

Her king had been away in Perranth dealing with the travesty that was Lord Lorcan Lochan, and -- well, okay. Rowan wasn’t in Perranth to deal with Lorcan, so much as have a meeting with the Lord in regards to the goings-on of the court and to discuss military strategy. No one was giving Terrasen any trouble - not yet anyway - but Rowan was one to always stay prepared. Aelin had stayed behind, and now, three weeks into Rowan’s trip, she regretted it with every ounce of her being. 

“Your Majesty, I -” The door to her rooms was edged open, one of her messengers poking a head in. “Majesty, are you alright?”

“Could you fetch Aedion for me, Orrick?” With her hands in front of her face, she willed her fire to light the tips of her fingers like tiny candle wicks. 

“Of course, Majesty,” he said, shutting the door softly. Aelin could hear his footsteps as he took into a sprint down the hall, and it almost made her laugh. Instead of laughing, though, she took to braiding strands of flame above her head like she so desperately wanted to braid Rowan’s hair while they lay in bed. She huffed a sigh just as the bedroom door opened again, this time by a heavier gait that didn’t even pause at the queen sprawled in front of the fire. He merely dropped down beside her, shoulder to shoulder and watched the fire that she so delicately weaved together. 

“We’re adults,” she finally said after a while, extinguishing the flame with no thought at all and dropping her hands to her stomach. Her fingers stroked the velvet of the emerald tunic she wore, eyes not moving from the ornate ceiling. “When did that happen?” Finally, she turned her head to look at her near-twin. Ashryver eyes shone bright at her, lips tugging up at the corners ever so slightly. 

“About fifty years ago, give or take.” Aelin let out a laugh, one that he joined in on as he reached over to take her hand in his. 

Aging as an immortal was weird. Her settling had been hell as her body took to freezing itself in her twenty-five year old form. Luckily, Rowan had been there every step of the way, and she had known a bit what to expect when she watched Aedion do it a few years prior. There was a time when she had been terrified that he never would settle, that she would have to deal with the pain of losing him again. But here he was, staring back at her handsome and young as ever. 

“How do we make it stop?” She asked him, though it was childish. Aedion turned her hand over in his, watching her face carefully as she diverted his eyes to their calloused hands. It was a rare day indeed that Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius doubted herself. Even rarer that she admitted to it to anyone at all. 

“What is it? Is there trouble?”

“No, no. Nothing like that. I just…” Aelin paused, working her bottom lip between her teeth as tears pricked at her eyes. “You and I were robbed of the part of our lives where we were to be carefree. Even before our family was slaughtered, for me it was always the unending doom that was my magic. So rare was I a child that just let go and enjoyed life. So rare was it that I played with a child that wasn’t scared of me. You were my only friend, my most loyal and only confidant.” 

“Do you wish you had others?” Aedion’s brow was furrowed, likely unsure where his Queen was going with any of this, but she let out another sigh and looked over at him, brushing her fingers along his face. 

“Never. It may have been nice at the time but I… no. No I do not wish that others had been around to witness my chaos. I would have hurt someone at some point. Brave as Elide was to mingle with me sometimes, if I’d ever hurt her or anyone else so young I think it would have ruined me and even Rowan wouldn’t have been able to coax out my magic.” 

Aedion turned onto his side then, propping his head in his hand as he watched Aelin’s face carefully. There were still tears in her eyes, one of them slipping down her temple despite how hard she was trying to contain it. Aedion brushed it away with a knuckle, the worry weighing down on the muscles of his face until he was outright frowning.

“Aelin, what is it?” It took several beats, several moments before she looked at him fully. Her brilliant eyes were glassy with tears, more escaping to drip down onto the ornate rug they lay on. A ghost of a smile spread onto her lips as she shook her head slightly.

“I am with child, Aedion. And I am afraid.” She watched as his nostrils flared delicately, as he registered the difference in her scent. It wasn’t strong yet, but it was there, likely conceived the night before Rowan left for Perranth. “How do I tell him when he comes back when he has lived through such atrocities? When he has lived through losing a child that so thoroughly ruined him for centuries. When he has that story inked across his body because it is his weight to bare, his shame. What if he doesn’t… what if he is not ready? How do I --” 

Before she could finish, Aedion had her pulled to his chest and she welcomed it. He was warm, his scent familiar and calming but it did little to stop the tears that formed and fell, wetting his pale tunic in the process. It was then, wrapped up in Aedion, that she let herself weep for all that Rowan had lost, the weight of it bearing so heavily on her mind since the healer had confirmed her suspicions days ago that she couldn’t escape it anymore. 

“A burden for him to carry, yes. But Aelin...   he is your mate. Your husband. Our King. Knowing Rowan, knowing the way that he feels about you, I can’t imagine a world where he won’t be insanely thrilled to have a child with you. I am sure that his fear will drive you out of your mind insane when he is so protective it makes you want to scream, but there is no doubt in my mind that he won’t be happy.” Aelin sniffed, trying to sneakily wipe her nose on his tunic. It didn’t go unnoticed, of course, she got a pinch to her side that drew out the airiest of laughs. 

“I’m scared to tell him. Do you think I can manage to wait until he just… notices?” 

“Aelin, I’m pretty sure he’s going to notice something is different as soon as he gets back, are you kidding? I’ve never seen a man be so perceptive of the woman he loves.” She sighed then, keeping her face burrowed against her cousins chest as she calmed herself down. Aelin wasn’t even sure how long she stayed like that, a single finger tracing idle circles of her still flat stomach. 

After what felt like ages, Aedion suddenly jerked back, shock written across his features. It was Aelin’s turn to be confused and just as she had opened her mouth to speak, a tear slipped down Aedion’s cheek. 

“I’m going to be an uncle,” he whispered, looking at Aelin with an awestruck wonder she hadn’t seen since the first days she had rescued him from his death at the glass castle. Aelin merely nodded, a tear of her own falling down her cheek as well as he kissed her brow with reverence, quietly praising his Queen and the Heir to the throne of Terrasen that she carried. 

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