KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-ONE

FEYSAND — BLOWJOB

RATING: E for Explicit. NOT intended for readers under 18 years old. Read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT

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KINKTOBER DAY FIFTEEN

ROWAELIN — THREESOME

RATING: E for Explicit. NOT intended for readers under 18 years old. Read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT

A/N: whew y’all… this one might be my dirtiest one yet… definitely read this one alone. 👀

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Dead. Absolutely dead. My brain is done for, I will never settle now when I read this wonderful thing. This is the hottest threesome group I've ever read

I love you, but you ruined me

Felons pt. 2 (Nessian)

Fun fact: I had to go through the first part of this and edit it because I call shopping carts buggies and I didn’t want yall to be confused hahah. (Anyone else)?

This part is so horrible I’m so sorry I’m exhausted hahaha pls don’t stop reading

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~Cassian~

Over his four years working at the FBI, Cassian had done some creepy shit. He’d broken posed as all sorts of people, tailed marks across countries, and generally taken stalking to a whole other level. 

But this?

This right here?

This was weird, even for him. 

But a week sitting on his ass had proven that Nesta Archeron–a woman who’d been on the cover of a tabloid for her late night adventures–never left the house.

So he’d had to take… drastic measures, to say the least. 

Which meant he was currently watching her storm through the one and only grocery store in town. 

He’d had Azriel tap into the security camera and install a feed three nights ago, hoping he’d get lucky and she’d have to pick up supplies sometime. 

Watching her shop, he’d quickly realized why she hardly ever left: the woman bought in bulk. She currently had four bottles of shampoo, enough bread to last a month, random other freezable groceries, and a box of tampons large enough to make him question everything he knew about women. 

As soon as she looked like she was wrapping up, he sprinted downstairs to his car and drove the two minutes to the store, somehow pulling up right as she walked out.

Feeling like he should be the one arrested instead of her, he parked and jumped out, making sure to look as surprised as possible as he smiled and said, “Hey, Makenzie.”

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KINKTOBER DAY ONE

ROWAELIN — ORGASM CONTROL/DENIAL

RATING: E for Explicit. NOT suitable for readers under 18 years old; read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

A/N: Here it is! Kinktober 2020 has begun! Enjoy… xx

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I FORGOT THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN dude I was so fucking happy to be tagged, this made everything today okay ❤

Fine Print (3)

Tuesday appears without warning. 

Cassian returns to work, and Nesta returns to… whatever it is she feels like doing. Tomorrow, she’ll be back at dinner with Cassian, listening to him as he complained about his family, but for tonight, she’s on her own. She’ll have to entertain herself.

She quickly grows bored, unwilling to clean, and incapable of focusing on anything in her apartment. Nesta finds herself checking her phone periodically, hoping that someone—that Cassian— will text her and save her from herself. It takes a while, but Nesta’s in luck. A friend is to the rescue.

Friends. Nesta doesn’t really have very many friends. Any friends. She’s always found it challenging to maintain relationships with anyone. Family. Friends. Casual acquaintances. The issue is simple. People are supposed to share things, information, with friends or family or acquaintances, but that isn’t plausible for Nesta, not in her line of work.

It leaves those in her orbit feeling isolated. Nesta can’t exactly share the details of her work, tell anyone about her clients, nor is she able to explain how she affords her life without a job. Her usual answer to people is that she is “self-employed” or a “freelancer.” Eventually, someone asks, “but for what?”

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My heart melted, omfg one way I would want to punch the guy who think they can pull this shit (but in one way I would melt into a hot mess)

ANNOUNCEMENT

COMING SOON… 

All of October, I am treating my followers to their kinkiest requests for their favorite ships. You all have requested, and I have compiled the prompts and ships that will go along with the prompts.

So, without further ado, here is the schedule for Kinktober 2020! 

DAY 1: Orgasm Control/Denial — Rowaelin

DAY 2: Choking/Spanking — Nessian

DAY 3: Thigh Riding — Feysand

DAY 4: Power Imbalance — Rowaelin

DAY 5: Toys — Quinlar

DAY 6: Face Sitting/Deep Throating — Loureid

DAY 7: In Public — Jurdan

DAY 8: Knife Kink — Rowaelin

DAY 9: Caught Masturbating — Feysand

DAY 10: Hate Sex — Nessian

DAY 11: Hide and Seek — Rowaelin

DAY 12: Breast Fucking — Quinlar

DAY 13: Mutual Masturbation — Jurdan

DAY 14: Blindfolded — Loureid

DAY 15: Threesome — Rowaelin + an extra surprise for you all 😉

DAY 16: Restraints — Feysand

DAY 17: Praise Kink — Nessian

DAY 18: Strip Tease — Quinlar

DAY 19: Phone Sex — Rowaelin

DAY 20: Fingering — Loureid

DAY 21: Blowjob — Feysand

DAY 22: Edging — Rowaelin

DAY 23: Begging — Nessian

DAY 24: Pegging — Jurdan

DAY 25: Rough Sex/BDSM — Quinlar

DAY 26: Breeding Kink — Rowaelin

DAY 27: Sixty-Nine — Feysand

DAY 28: Daddy Kink — Nessian

DAY 29: Voyeurism — Rowaelin

DAY 30: Anal Sex — Quinlar

DAY 31: Sex Tape — Rowaelin

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Please let me know if you wanted to be tagged for a certain ship or for every day! 

my header is done by love of my life @highqueenofelfhame​

Pleaseeee tag me in everything you willing to give

One Night Standards, Epilogue

Masterlist

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In the three years since his marriage to Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Rowan had gotten used to court life.

He was still in the public eye, but he had grown more comfortable with it. He could now tolerate small talk and dressing nicely, if only because Aelin was always at his side when it came to it. His wife could command a room like no one else he had ever met. 

He fell more in love with her with every passing day.

Terrasen had been reborn since the death of Arobynn Hamel. His assets had proven to be the savior of the kingdom, helping get its people back on their feet. It didn’t happen overnight, and there were still lingering scars from the destitution the kingdom had been in, but Terrasen was back on the path to reclaim its former glory. 

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That right there, was pure magic. Oh my, this was so beautiful. I’m crying and a mess. Their little baby girl is a ray of sunshine, much like yourself for writing this incredible story. Bless you for this masterpiece. I’m so sad it’s over. 😭💙💚😭💙💚

Fine Print (2)

Cassian often invites Nesta over to “hang.”

Nesta thought it was code for sex the first time he asked. After all, it sounded like something those frat boys from the club would say to her, back when she tended bar and showed off her tits for the extra tips. Young boys with earnest smiles would invite her back to their crappy apartments to “hang.” It always ended with her naked in someone’s bed—the level of satisfaction varied.

But the first time she agreed to Cassian’s invitation, Nesta found herself curled up on his couch for an evening. Cassian draped her legs across his lap— watching some ridiculous game of sport that Nesta couldn’t bother to identify— and Nesta read a book. It was… pleasant, if misguidedly domestic.

Let’s hang. The text lights up her phone on a gray Sunday morning. Nesta checks it, identifies the number, and then abandons the phone in favor of a few more minutes of sleep. She’s not required to see Cassian whenever he beckons; the contract only commits her to a specific set of days per week. And Sunday isn’t one of them. Those are Cassian’s Family Days.

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I really like this, can I please be tagged?

The Eyes of Texas: A Rowaelin Origin Story 🏐 🍺 ❤️

  Long before Cash and Nesta, there was Rowan and Aelin.

Rowan Whitethorn—a Navel academy graduate and recently discharged second lieutenant from the United States Navy—takes a break from studying of the police academy exam in Los Angeles to fly back to his native Hawaii and compete in a twos volleyball tournament with his ex, one of the best sand players on the amateur circuit.Beyond Remy’s devious machinations to win Rowan back, the biggest impediment to victory is the so-called Ashryver twins, a pair of cousins from Miami with a reputation of their own. Rowan can’t help but admire the gorgeous and sharp-tongued Aelin Galathynius, who’s more than ready to give Remy a run for her money—both on the court and in the race for Rowan’s affection.

This takes place in the same AU-verse as my Nessian story In Vino Veritas, about four years before. This a two-shot, you can find  PART I here.

By midnight, Rowan knew he was in deep shit.

They’d migrated to another bar by that time, Aelin practically in his lap as they traded stories about college and their friends. Rowan found himself caught between despair and delight as he listened to Aelin speak, unsure if he should be reveling in the attention from a woman of her caliber, or fretting that it couldn’t last.

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A Dumbass — Elorcan Drabble (Noisy Neighbors)

‣ NN Elorcan Drabble ‣ Noisy Neighbors Masterlist

Note: It’s here at last! This takes place around Chapter 42/43 during Cassian’s after party. Content warnings for smut. 

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The “Broody Drummer,” Lorcan Salvaterre.

Lorcan can’t keep his eyes off of Elide as he chases after her through the crowd. His eyes are glued to her, watching as she uses her slender stature to weave through people with ease. A large part of Lorcan suspects it’s intentional, that she’s using this skill to her advantage in an attempt to lose Lorcan by darting through openings he can’t. It pisses him off to no end.

The drummer has half a mind to just let Elide disappear and find somewhere quiet to feel sorry for himself, but Aelin’s stupid words keep marching through his head, bossing him around even when she’s not present. Show your hand, she’d said. Gods, Lorcan would really appreciate it if Aelin would just shut up for once. It’s so inconvenient when she’s right.

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About time Lorcan! And I always love when Elide is a little devil in the sheets 😏

Noisy Neighbors, Part Forty-Four

Rowaelin Band AU ‣ masterlist ‣ playlist

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Aelin Galathynius Livestreams, Performing Hit Single Light On for Fans from Her Doranelle Home.

“It’s a great album, Ae,” Rowan tells her with a smile as they watch Thea dance her little heart out. He lets out a breath of a laugh, eyes crinkling with a fondness for his daughter. “Well, what we’ve managed to hear of it, anyway. Maybe we shouldn’t have invited Thea to the listening party.”

His smile is conspiratorial. Thea somehow managed to hijack control of the sound system from the adults shortly after starting the album, and the little girl seems very happy with replaying a song a few times before moving on to another when she gets bored.

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Been going through some rough shit right now, and this really soothed my heart in the right way. Thank you for writing, you make some compelling fics and I have such respect for that

RED CARPET AFFAIR: CHAPTER THIRTEEN

RATING: M for mature. NOT suitable for readers under 18 years old; read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: Sexual Content

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Naughty Neighbors pt. 4 (Elriel)

I’m thinking there’s going to be two/three more parts to this. I know it’s longer than what I usually put out, but I did mention it’s a slow burn, so… Idk. I really like it and want to keep writing it. 

DRUNK NOTE: thank god I wrote this earlier because i’m too far gone to do much editing hahah sorry if there’s errors also sorry it’s short

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~Elain~

For exactly three horrible seconds of Elain’s life, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t so much as breathe as she stands there, holding him to her, mouth pressed against his. 

It’s absolutely horrifying. 

But then he pulls back just enough to murmur, “Holy fuck, Elain.”

And then he kisses her. 

Walking forward, he presses her against the wall, sheltering her with his body and caging her in. 

She’s quickly becoming addicted to the way his chest is pressed against hers, hard muscle dragging against her now-heavy breasts in a way that makes her pant. 

But that’s nothing compared to the addiction she was forming for how he kissed her. 

It’s deep and heavy and so seductive her knees go a bit weak. He–Azriel–seems to notice and slides a knee in between her legs, which helps keep her upright but does absolutely no favors for the growing ache at the apex of her thighs. 

Gods above.

Elain shoves her hands in his hair to keep him close to her, and his go to her hips, then slide around to her backside, then run across her waist. He’s everywhere, hands and body surveying every inch of her, but his mouth moves consistently slow against hers. 

She feels like he can’t get enough of her, like she’s driving him crazy. And she fucking loves it, because she’s never felt like this before. 

Never… been kissed like this before. 

He moves to her neck, then down to the top of her breasts. “Azriel,” she moans. Or maybe begs. 

His head snaps up, eyes meeting hers instantly. His usual honey and moss colored eyes are dark, lined with urgency and desire and maybe just a little crazy. “That’s going to be the fucking death of me.”

Before she can analyze that, they’re kissing again, and Elain can’t stop herself from running her hands over his chest and abs, then pulling him even closer. 

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This is me trying

this is me trying, 3 of 3

Doctorate candidate Rowan Whitethorn can think of at least a thousand things he’d rather do than teach a graduate class. Particularly when one of his students is a golden-haired mystery who moves with purpose and sits in the dead center of the classroom.

The final day of the semester dawned cold and crisp, the first snow swirling through the air. Rowan crinkled his nose as he trudged across campus toward the liberal arts building. He’d had a hard time getting out of bed that morning, arriving to campus ten minutes later than normal. The limited number of parking spots near the liberal arts building had already been full, and the nearest lot was almost a ten-minute walk.  

“Late start?” A feminine voice called from behind him. Rowan stopped, turning toward the sound. He came face to face with Aelin Galythinius, her nose pink from the cold. Rowan stiffened.

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This is so cute! Would you consider doing a part 2? And if you do, please tag me <3

Btw when Aelin called out Aedion like that, I fucking died

The Archerons (1)

A Noisy Neighbors Spin-Off… (Previously Called Starfall.)

Author’s Note: So, I made the decision to take a different approach to Starfall (the Feysand, NN, Spin-Off). I’m renaming it the Archerons to better fit the story/feel of it, and we’re starting at the very, very beginning—casting.

You do not need to read Noisy Neighbors (a Rowaelin fic) in order to read/understand The Archerons; however, I anticipate that this will contain spoilers for NN. I’ll mark those chapters when they come.

The Archerons Masterlist & Noisy Neighbors Masterlist.

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FEYRE LETHE-ARCHERON PASSES AWAY AT 36.

Velaris’s very own, Feyre Lethe passed away this past Thursday following severe injuries from a car crash Wednesday evening. Authorities have provided little information regarding the circumstances of the accident; however, sources suggest that the cause may have been alcohol-related…

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“Number 15!”

Feyre’s chair rattles as she lurches in her seat, startled by the sound of the woman’s voice. She blushes from head to toe in shame, sparing a quick glance in the direction of the unimpressed figure in the doorway; Feyre looks away just as quickly, frightened by the stern expression the woman aims her way.

There’s no reason for Feyre to double-check her number, glancing quickly at the paper pinned to the front of her best blouse, but she does. After all, Feyre’s been chanting fifteen, fifteen, fifteen in time with her racing heart for the last hour. And fifteen always comes after fourteen.

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Wow I'm tired, thank you already tagging me, love your fics as always 😂

The Archerons (1)

A Noisy Neighbors Spin-Off… (Previously Called Starfall.)

Author’s Note: So, I made the decision to take a different approach to Starfall (the Feysand, NN, Spin-Off). I’m renaming it the Archerons to better fit the story/feel of it, and we’re starting at the very, very beginning—casting.

You do not need to read Noisy Neighbors (a Rowaelin fic) in order to read/understand The Archerons; however, I anticipate that this will contain spoilers for NN. I’ll mark those chapters when they come.

The Archerons Masterlist & Noisy Neighbors Masterlist.

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FEYRE LETHE-ARCHERON PASSES AWAY AT 36.

Velaris’s very own, Feyre Lethe passed away this past Thursday following severe injuries from a car crash Wednesday evening. Authorities have provided little information regarding the circumstances of the accident; however, sources suggest that the cause may have been alcohol-related…

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“Number 15!”

Feyre’s chair rattles as she lurches in her seat, startled by the sound of the woman’s voice. She blushes from head to toe in shame, sparing a quick glance in the direction of the unimpressed figure in the doorway; Feyre looks away just as quickly, frightened by the stern expression the woman aims her way.

There’s no reason for Feyre to double-check her number, glancing quickly at the paper pinned to the front of her best blouse, but she does. After all, Feyre’s been chanting fifteen, fifteen, fifteen in time with her racing heart for the last hour. And fifteen always comes after fourteen.

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The tension! Love it, can I please be tagged in this?