Rambling Thoughts (NSFW)

Rambling thoughts (NSFW)

I don't know why my Brain is so much more productive producing stories at night time. Like just before I sleep. I'm not getting many ideas right now for a plot line but I just KNOW when I get snug and cozy my bar in will be turning those gears, whirring those machines and the sad part is I won't remember half of it when I wake up,

except the exact positions in which he fucks her and how he "peering up from his lashes, an innocent look on his face" while eating her out like THANKS, BUT I'M GONNA NEED A BIT MORW THAN THAT

Aelin, looking out at her kingdom

Long hair Rowan supremacy🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

By the way

Inspired by this video, just screamed rowaelin to me, so just a little drabble.

MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing, and sugestiveness Note: Rowan in a compression shirt has kept me up at night Word count: 705 https://m.youtube.com/shorts/v_Y9WntMPxU

Rowan stood in the back of a store, next to the changing rooms and looked at the clothes he was holding. They were different than anything he usually wears, much more…revealing. But he was beginning to feel curious about different styles, and various types of clothing options, so he just wanted to explore. Though he should be back home, trying to gauge his enemy's, Aelin's, next move, he was here. Well, he was already here, so he might as well spend some time now.

He walked into the changing room, painfully aware of how the clothing clung to his every hollow and muscle as he changed. It was a tight, gray, compression long sleeved shirt, paired with just normal gray sweatpants. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the mirror. He thought he looked good. He did look good.

Walking out to ask the price, the final decision on whether he would be purchasing the garments or not, he heard the familiar ring of the announcment desk sounding into the speakers. About to brush it off for another staff announcment , Rowan started when he heard a familiar voice speak on the other end. "Ahem, yes, hello, this message is addressed to Rowan whitethorn, also referred to as the white knight of Doranelle, I suggest you come outside or this building, and all surrounding establishments, will be blown up from all the explosive dust hidden behind every vent, crack, and corner of this place. Thank you!"

He cursed. He could almost imagine the smirk playing on those perfect lips, ecstatic to get him out. He storms out of the door, turning to the parking lot to find an all-too-familiar red sports car waiting for him outside. Aelin smirks at him, snapping her sunglasses shut and hanging them on the matching red suit, leaning against the car. "Hello, white knight." Rowan just stares,"what do you want?" Aelin frowns at him "Now thats not any way to talk to someone you've known for years now, is it?" "Just spit it out, Aelin," She smirks at him, "not without creating some…. suspense! " she emphasised the word with exxagerated jazz hands and unfolded the glasses to wear them again. Rowan just stared her down, smouldering at her perfectly calm face. How could she be so calm? Even looking at her made him want to set things on fire. It made him feel like he was on fire. "Well, if your really wanna know, it's because I wanted to tell you," She stalks over to him, her face inches from him. He really, really hoped she couldn't hear his heart beat. "next time we meet, wear that shirt." Rowan stares at her, and slowly blinks. Did she really just…? No, focus, Rowan, she's your sworn enemy. She terrorizes the citizens of your city, and she won't leave you the fuck alone. "Cut the shit, Aelin," "What? That's what I wanted to say, and I did," Rowan swivels her, slamming an arm above the brick wall of the parking lot she was now backed up against. "Aelin, is that seriously what you fucking wanted to talk to me about, after threatening me with blowing up a mother fucking building?! " Aelin just looked up at him with a smirk on her perfect, lying lips. "I mean, if that's what's gonna keep you mad.." She runs a hand over his chest, "sure," Rowan recoils, and curses himself for the heat that spread through him at her touch. He runs a hand through his hair, fuming and staring at her, still smiling. She walks over to him, locking both her arms behind his neck, "what's wrong, Ro?" she smirks again "Cat got your tongue?" Rowan just stares at her lips, lined in a deep red colour, and he feels his breath picking up. She leans over ,getting closer to his lips and.. She leans over to his ear. "By the way," The words leave her mouth, husky and sensuous. "Your base has been infiltrated," before he can register what she said, she hops in her car, and drives away.

Fuck. She had distracted him, tricked him. And he had fell for it. Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

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@mariaofdoranelle

NO PPROBLEM LMAO. it was a good exercise for me to start drawing children, because I have no experience so drawing Maisie was a fun little experiment!

Inspired by my two favourite fics atm,

Look at us now my @mariaofdoranelle

And Until proven guilty by @leiawritesstories

Just wjated to show my appreciation :3

By the way MASTERLIST

Part 1: by the way

Part 2: Oopsies?

Part 3: Enemies... With benefits?