#akedan

Ambushed - smut ft. flustered-but-horny Adolin

Includes tags such as Bisexual Adolin Kholin, Semi-public semi-blowjobs, and everyone's favourite planterlanche 🪴

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Flanked by a friend on each side, Adolin was already blushing within about three seconds of walking into the so-called “lounge” with Akedan and Jakamav.

“This,” he hissed quietly under the music while the two guided him towards an empty booth, “is a— a strip joint, not a lounge.”

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aaahaaha YES

Teft and the two twinks is a purposely silly working title for another stormlight kinkmeme fill, where the prompt was hilarious and charming for reasons, and also I would also like to see Teft fuck two twinks. So. I figured Adolin could count as twinky ~enough~, purely for the purposes of bringing his good friend and fuckbuddy Akedan back to ride again (🥁) 😏

The opening I've got so far:

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“Oh, excellent. You got the hot one again tonight.” 

At Akedan’s comment, delivered in a familiar dreamy murmur, Adolin glanced over to where his bridgemen guard shift was changing near the tavern door. 

“What? Which one?” 

Akedan shot him a pointed look of slightly dramatic disbelief, eyebrows nearly climbing into his hair. “Um. The one on the left? Obviously?” 

Adolin glanced again. “What, Teft?” he scoffed. 

Akedan just smirked, a knowing twist of his lips, and Adolin felt himself start to blush. Maybe that hadn’t been… quite as convincing a response as he’d been aiming for.

“Alright, fine,” Adolin mumbled, tossing back a gulp of his orange— and therefore, sadly, not the least bit intoxicating— wine. “I guess maybe he is a little… ruggedly good-looking. You know. If you go in for the ‘old enough to be your storming father’ look.” 

It's been living fully-formed in my head forever and I just never get around to making the words do the thing 😔

🪜 Tell us a random fact about any fic!

oooh okay here's one! once I got it stuck in my head that I needed to write about the Blackthorn a) really needing to pee and b) fucking some random cute lighteyes OC through a stone wall, I realized that I kinda actually needed to give said OC a name..

so the random fact itself: behold the meandering route the options took as I, someone who sucks at names, tried to find one for what would become the fic Blatantly Inappropriate, that sounded vaguely Alethi and not completely silly 😂 (and then ran it by two friends just in case all my choices were in fact terrible 🤣)

ft. Akedan/Adolin and Akedan/Dalinar 😏 (it's pure filth, enjoy)

Full fic & tags on AO3; about the only SFW excerpt of the entire fic below

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“Coming to watch me duel tomorrow?” Adolin asked, stretching lazily on his rumpled bed. 

Akedan snorted as he dressed, raising an amused eyebrow. “What am I, courting you now? I think your ego gets quite enough attention from your other admirers as it is.” 

“Ah, so you admit you are an admirer, then.” 

Rolling his eyes, Akedan didn’t bother dignifying the comment with a reply. It had taken him awhile to figure Adolin out when they’d gone from being just friends to being … friends. While Adolin was unquestionably— and sometimes embarrassingly— very interested in women, and adhered rather admirably to Vorin propriety where they were concerned… he had no desire to settle down any time soon. And he apparently saw no problem with two friends ‘just helping each other out’, as he’d once put it, in the meantime. 

Luckily, Akedan saw no problem with that, either. 

Finished dressing, he perched on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on. “Think you’ll manage to wipe that insufferable smirk off Vamar’s face, at least?” 

Adolin’s laugh turned into a gaping yawn. “Mm. Absolutely. He’s not half as good as he thinks he is.” 

“Heh. I’m looking forward to seeing what excuses he comes up with at the winehouse, after,” Akedan said, crossing to the door. “The sheer level of unfounded bluster is always extraordinarily entertaining.” 

“I’ll drink to that,” Adolin said sleepily; then yawned again, squirming around to burrow under the tangled blankets. “Night, Akedan.” 

“Goodnight,” Akedan answered. 

A moment later, he had slipped out of Adolin’s chambers and headed off down the corridor with a grin on his face and a bounce in his step. 

His family was one of many who had been offered guest rooms in the palace itself, but it was nevertheless late enough that the halls were nearly deserted. In fact, he didn’t see another soul until he rounded a corner several minutes later and only narrowly avoided walking smack into— 

Dalinar Kholin. 

The Blackthorn himself. 

Oh, storms. 

Yes you are, Akedan. Yes you are 😏

(he's horny, geddit 🥁)

(that was @thrassthetics' fault)

Also tagging @cosmereplay on this one cause you two both asked me within about five minutes of each other 😆😍

Soooo this one is pretty filthy and I'm having a blast with it (so is Akedan for that matter) 😏 It's set several months after Blatantly Inappropriate, and while I don't know yet what all the work tags are going to be exactly... they will include Akedan/Adolin, Akedan/Dalinar, Friends with Benefits, and Sloppy Seconds 😇

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“Coming to watch me duel tomorrow?” Adolin asked, stretching lazily on his rumpled bed. 

Akedan snorted as he dressed, raising an amused eyebrow. “What am I, courting you now? I think your ego gets quite enough attention from your other admirers as it is.” 

“Ah, so you admit you are an admirer, then.” 

Rolling his eyes, Akedan didn’t bother dignifying the comment with a reply. 

It had taken him awhile to figure Adolin out when they’d gone from being just friends to being …friends. While Adolin was unquestionably— and sometimes embarrassingly— very interested in women, and adhered rather admirably to propriety where they were concerned… he had no desire to settle down any time soon. And he apparently saw no problem with two friends ‘just helping each other out’, as he’d once put it, in the meantime. 

Luckily, Akedan saw no problem with that, either. 

Finished dressing, he perched on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on. “Think you’ll manage to wipe that insufferable smirk off Vamar’s face, at least?” 

Adolin yawned, squirming around to burrow under the tangled blankets. “Absolutely. He’s not half as good as he thinks he is.” 

“Heh. I’m looking forward to seeing what excuses he comes up with at the winehouse, after,” Akedan said, crossing to the door. “Those are always extraordinarily entertaining.” 

“I’ll drink to that,” Adolin said; then yawned again. “Night, Akedan.” 

“Goodnight,” Akedan answered. 

A moment later, he had slipped out of Adolin’s chambers and headed off down the corridor with a grin on his face and a bounce in his step. 

His family was one of many who had been offered guest rooms in the palace itself, but it was nevertheless late enough that the halls were nearly deserted. In fact, he didn’t see another soul until he rounded a corner several minutes later and only narrowly avoided walking smack into— 

Dalinar Kholin. The Blackthorn himself. 

Oh, storms.