#nesraq

The 1 - Chaol & Celaena after she’s Aelin again (or Chaol & Nesryn.....poor Chaol)

The Last Great American Dynasty - more like the Last Great Terrasen Dynasty lol

My Tears Ricochet - Aelin @ Arobyn

Mirrorball - Lysandra

Mad Woman = AELIN

The Lakes - Aelin talking about Rowan when she’s tired of it all

Not my (Chloe Ting sponsored) ass realizing just now that the original anon meant all the sjm pairings, but since I’m deep in the acotar trash atm I only made those. 

ACOTAR I & II

Apologies jeje. 

Manorian: generally speaking they have such reputation vibes. Immaculate record for immaculate couple.

... Ready for it? - “But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom” // “Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta” // “You should see the things we do, baby In the middle of the night, in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you So I take my time Are you ready for it?”. Listen do I really need to explain this or do we all just see it?. This song has the electricity, the sexyness, the roughness, the daring aspect that makes manorian be the GOD tier couple that they are. 

I’d Lie - Right, bare with me  but I will lol at this forever because Manon is basically “And I could tell you his favorite color's green He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie”. It’s such a weird song to associate with them but it fits her so well hahahahaha because my girl lives in such denial that I just can’t hahahahahahaaha and like “I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine” this is MANON FOR DORIAN ALL THE TIME, and everyone is like but we see you wanting him so just do something about it!!!

Rowaelin

Willow - this screams Rowan looking at Aelin: “Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man”. He straight up left Maeve and the blood pact thingy they had for the blond girl he met three months prior. Also “Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars Now this is an open-shut case Guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait and switch was a work of art”, this speaks of the vulnerability shared through HoF about their scars and of Rowan realizng that every step he took was so he would met her. Willow is Rowan’s song for Aelin. 

The Lakes- LET HER GO TO TERRASEN WHERE ALL THE POETS WENT TO DIE, LET HER STAY SO THAT WISTERIA GROWS AROUND HER FEET BECAUSE SHE HASN’T MOVED IN YEARS. 

Elorcan

Hoax - the balance of the deep betrayal and the love, the hurt and the I would choose you again all of the nuances of Lorcan’s betrayal and the shattered illusions that speak of them even in their absences, are in Hoax: “Stood on the cliffside Screaming, "Give me a reason" Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would dI believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do”.

Lysandeon

Paper rings- “The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe”. This song matches their energy so well even if the lyrics don’t all offer exact parallels. They did however play cat and mouse for a month or two or three. “I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want” Lysandra being accustomed to the finer things in life but she would slum it for Aedion; she is here for thick and thin.

Nesraq: 

Gorgeous - “Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend (Chaol), he's older than us He's in the club (palace) doing, I don't know what (Yrene....) You're so cool (Sartaq really is the coolest), it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)” // You make me so happy (dude Nesryn loves spending time with him and he feels valued), it turns back to sad (fuck what about Chaol.. we promised each other it give it ago), yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have (because he’s the prince and I’m not royal) You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”.

Chaorene: 

Dancing with our hands tied - even if the lyrics don’t create perfect parallels, I think the main theme of the song being two people that want to be together, but feel their relationship has a lot of baggage would fit them well. Yrene has to get over her hate for Adarlan (even though she has every every every right to hate Adarlan) and Chaol has to get over *himself*. “I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted”.

 Sam x Celaena:

I know places - them trying to run away so they could find a safe place to be in love? indeed. Me crying right now because they never got to? you bet: “'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes And guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we runBaby, I know places we won't be found and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down Cause I, I, I, I know places we can hide, I, I (...)”.

Dorian x Celaena: 

The Way I loved you - To Dorian from Aelin... with love, friendship love that is. Because she recognizes the potential in him, in them, she knows he would be good to her and she knows that she indeed fell for him hard enough to want him for herself, but it just doesn’t feel like *that* anymore.

Red - From Dorian’s perspective: “Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”// “Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted Was right there in front of you Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words To your old favorite song Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword And realizing there's no right answer”. They were literally a crash and burn. But neither of them can actually bring themselves to regret it. It was fun while it lasted and in its way it brought them closer. 

Chaol x Celaena: 

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - self explanatory, this is them through QoS. My Celorian ass is here for this pettiness I will take no criticism.  

Forever and Always - “Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore” This was essentially Chaol’s thought process wondering why him an Celaena don’t work anymore and feeling like... a “we were supposed to be together 5ever what happened.... besides me not doing much to prevent her bff’s death and working for the dude that orchestrated the murder of her nation ?”

August - if I’m being honest this song fits them too not my fave song from folklore being for my least favorite couple in this story but if I gave Feylin some of my all time favorites I can give this one to them, but like “But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it” Even though Chaol was ready to leave it all for her (he would literally cancel plans.. his life plans in case she’d call) she knew that this was an impossibility, their time was brief and it slipped away like a bottle of wine. She could never be his, because she was not entirely herself with him being Aelin meant opening up a lot of things and if Chaol had a hard time getting past a lot of Celaena’s traits then we can imagine the work, literally work he would have to do to accept Aelin... you know what, we don’t have to imagine it... it’s right there in QoS and ToD, anywho, he could never write his name on her back because she was never his, because he did not accept her for all that she was. 

Aelin x Dorian x Chaol: 

Long live - “I  said, remember this moment, in the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the queens” // “Will you take a moment? Promise me this That you'll stand by me forever But if, God forbid, fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children some day When they point to the pictures Please tell them my name Tell them how the crowds went wild Tell them how I hope they shine Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life, with you” // I’m emotional right now and I need to cry it out.

I’m not 100% sure on the Chaoyrene one... but I think it’s good enough for me to post this hahaha

Nesryn didn’t mind the uninhibited parties that came on the heels of formal dinners in the capitol.

Her first- the one she’d attended so long ago when she was still... attached to Chaol opened her eyes somewhat.

She’d been a bit prudish about the whole affair- how the drugged braziers with their cloying smoke were brought out along with cushions and those servants who were willing to sleep their way into a better position.

Sartaq, at that first banquet, had guided her to a seat set beside open windows, so that they could watch the display unfold with sober minds.

That was when she started to understand.

It was easy to turn her nose up and say that intimate relations belonged behind secure doors, but quite another to watch it all unfold in front of her.

To sit beside Sartaq as chatter turned to murmurs. Murmurs to that unique, charged silence that stretched on as tongues found their way into mouths or along necks. The light gasps that peppered the room. The heady moans from those who were too far gone in the allure of the smoke to bother moving themselves towards a bedroom.

That first party she and Sartaq sat off to the side and watched as the room lost control. As the stiff formalities melted away beneath that heady smoke.

Those stifled moans of elite and servants alike sent shivers through Nesryn even now. 

She and Sartaq always picked an alcove, and while the burning herbs made her mind cloudy and lowered her inhibitions a bit, she would find herself rubbing Sartaq through the silks of his robes.

They would be the next emperor and empress of the Southern Continent, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t touch her husband at a party in the royal palace.

Nesryn wore long flowing pants most of the time, but at these parties she would don the style of the royal household. It wasn’t only for the sake of the formal portion of the banquets.

Though the court indulged in hedonistic pleasure en masse, it was uncouth for anything overt to happen.

Dresses rippled and ladies gasped as fingers found their way beneath skirts. Hands slid down the front of pants to stroke and tease.

Nesryn knew she wasn’t the only brazen one though.

She would slide over to perch on Sartaq’s lap, pretending to watch the show as she reclined against him. As his hands performed the traditional duties of holding his wife’s breast through that thin fabric. Stroking her thigh, edging dangerously close to the apex.

But the traditional dress was made up of flowing panels that overlapped. Silk that could be shifted.

No one needed to know that when Nesryn sat on her husband’s lap, his cock slid into her.

Anyone watching could see the future Empress slowly grinding herself against him. The way their eyelids grew heavy and their faces flush. But so what? Everyone was grinding against someone by that point. No one could see that they were connected.

Nesryn would keep her movements small as she listened to the stifled moans throughout the room. So many people putting on a show to hide their pleasure.

Including her.

Every once in a while someone would forget themselves and there would be a loud sound of body against body, the loose cry of someone giving in to their body’s desire.

Nesryn could be quiet when she needed to. She would watch as the crowd slowly thinned. As couples or groups slipped away to somewhere they wouldn’t need to be so discreet.

As the room emptied, the ones who were left burned with the drugged smoke. The haze grew thicker as the evening wore on, its effects stronger.

Soon the cries weren’t so soft. Breasts found their way out of dresses. Individual couples would forget themselves and inch ever closer. Until two became four.

Sartaq slowly fucked Nesryn throughout the show. Like those remaining in the banquet hall, they too became less subtle about what they were doing. He would reach beneath her skirts and stroke her knot as his cock ground against her inner walls.

Nesryn was quiet when she came in the dark room. She would shudder hard around her husband and bite her lip as she watched a man fuck his servant while that man fucked the first’s wife.

Bodies colliding.

Gasps and cries of passion stirring in the room. Hedonism turning to debauchery.  A sensual evening into an orgy.

When Sartaq came in his wife he did so without containing his sound. His cry of passion was never out of place by that point. No one dared approach the half-hidden alcove, but anyone else still in the room would see one another as a possible liaison.

So Sartaq didn’t share Nesryn’s shy desire to be quiet. 

He would come however he wished to- loudly or quietly- as he filled his wife with rope after rope of hot seed. As he gave in to the desire that made human men no different than fae males- the desire to breed his female. To fill her over and over again.

They were usually the last to return to their rooms. Nesryn and Sartaq wanted to watch the whole show available in the banquet hall. To watch as Nesryn slowly ground herself on her husband. As she came once- twice- maybe even three times if she was lucky.

As Sartaq released into her depths loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Months might go by between such parties. They certainly didn’t wait for them to come around before Nesryn mounted Sartaq.

But there was something special about those nights.

About the heady aroma of the smoke.

Nesryn scanned these street, looking both ways for a gap between the speeding cars. Steeling her jaw when she saw an opening, the baker's daughter took off for the other side. A car honked.  Its horn, although loud and blaring, barely stood out against the other noises made by the city. 

Tightening her grip on the paper bag in her hand, Nesryn heading up into the apartment building before her, taking the stairs two at a time. It wasn't even mid-morning yet but Nesryn could tell today was gearing up to be a good one. So good she almost felt like humming.

She'd started her day early running with Aelin and Fleetfoot while the sky had still been dark. Aelin, being the borderline psychotic competitor that she was, called it the "beat the sun run". It was silly and tiring, but fun, too, and they always ended the race by stopping at the bakery Nesryn's father owned. 

The two of them had gotten some cinnamon buns as a reward, and they'd been so good Nesryn grabbed two more to share with Sartaq and Borte. The three were supposed to meet up later that day at the archery range.

She had some time, though, and since she was currently closer to Chaol's place than her own, she figured she'd stop by to see him. She hoped he was home. It was still pretty early, but Chaol and Aelin were practically cut from the same fabric when it came to work outs. 

Nesryn halted, wondering if she should text him first. His door was just down the hallway, though, so she might as well continue on. Of course, she thought wryly, the one time I try to be a good girlfriend and he's not even home.

Shaking her head, she pulled out the key Chaol had given her ages ago and entered the apartment. "Chaol?" She called out, expecting him to be in his room or perhaps in the bathroom. Back to the rest of the apartment, she placed the cinnamon buns on the kitchen counter and kicked off her shoes. "I thought I'd stop by before heading to the range. Maybe we could--"

"Hi, Nesryn."

Nesryn words died her in mouth, their ghosts fell from her tongue. She knew that voice, and it didn't belong to Chaol.

But clearly Nesryn x Sartaq ship is called Nesraq.

Requested by: Anonymous

It starts with teasing.

Sartaq taunting Nesryn and her returning every quip.

They’re in the middle of the war camp, and a bit tipsy.

But not drunk.

Sartaq is spouting off just about every double-entendre he knows.

And between an “arrow” and “quiver” pun, Nesryn shuts him up with a kiss.

After that, they were lost.

Sartaq kisses Nesryn back, an exploratory kiss.

Shy and slow.

But deep and powerful all the same.

He’s wanted this since before they officially met.

It’s Nesryn who finally drags him into her tent.

He turns to tie the flap closed.

But when he faces Nesryn once again, she’s already removed her top.

Sartaq’s mouth goes dry at the sight of her full breasts

Nesryn blushes, hart pounding at the pure want in his eyes.

He descends on her, taking a mahogany nipple into his mouth to bite and suck.

He plans on getting to know every inch of her breast by taste or touch.

Nesryn holds his head tight as he nibbles on her, moaning and cooing at his attention.

But she wants him.

And this isn’t enough.

She pushes Sartaq back and quickly removes her boots.

After they’ve been tossed aside, her pants follow.

Wholly naked now, she’s standing in front of a clothed Sartaq.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks.

He grabs her and kisses her fiercely, soundly.

She thinks she’s swooning for a moment, but he’s just lowering her to the ground.

Nesryn reaches between them to undo some of the clasps on Sartaq’s armor, but he grabs her hands and pins them to the ground.

He begins to bite and suck at her neck.

Giving that skin exactly as much attention as he already gave her breasts.

It’s as if he doesn’t even notice that her body is wholly exposed, he only kisses her top half.

When he sucks on her ear, she nearly loses it.

He pants and whispers in her ear, telling her how good she tastes.

How much he loves his bold, beautiful archer.

After what feels like hours, Sartaq’s kisses drift lower- to Nesryn’s torso.

He skips her core entirely and begins to kiss his way down her thigh towards her knee.

She stops him from sucking on her toes this time, she had boots on all day after all.

In the future, Nesryn would learn that Sartaq had a thing for licking and biting feet.

“Take it off or I swear to every God ever to roam this world that I will make you.”

Sartaq laughs and begins to shed armor.

Nesryn practically rips it off of him.

Soon he’s naked too, and Nesryn uses her strength to roll him onto his back, pinning him down.

She explores his body exactly as he did hers- with tongue and teeth.

Sartaq smirks at first, but soon enough he’s moaning.

As she kisses each rib, he feels his cock throbbing.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he whispers as he takes her chin in his hands.

“I want you to watch me taste you,” she counters.

Sartaq chuckles and pushes her back, “Touch yourself.”

It’s his favorite way to study a woman.

To see how she pleasures herself- and learn what she likes.

Nesryn stares at him long and hard, “Only if you touch yourself too.”

“For you? Anything.”

He watches, hungry, as Nesryn crawls back and leans against a weapon’s chest.

She spreads her legs, and licks two fingers.

They go on either side of her clit, and she begins to slowly swirl it.

He can see how wet she already is, and staring hard at her entrance, he begins stroking his cock.

He notes how Nesryn’s hand moves, how her fingers dip into her own heat every now and then.

She wets herself with her own juices.

Soon enough they’re dripping and her lower lips are red and puffy.

Nesryn breathes hard watching Sartaq stroke his cock.

Each time he reaches the end, he whips his palm across the head, spreading precum along his shaft.

“Don’t resist it,” he whispers, transfixed as Nesryn flexes her feet and adjusts her pace slightly faster.

Her hips begin to roll into her touch and her eyes glaze over.

It’s an effort for Sartaq to keep his own eyes open as he feels himself on the brink.

“Don’t resist it,” Nesryn replies. Her voice is a beathy plea.

Sartaq bites his lip and begins hunching into his hand.

His strokes become faster, harder.

He shouts out and a few ropes of cum shoot from his cock.

He stops stroking himself as soon as it begins.

Nesryn comes next, and Sartaq watches closely.

She doesn’t stop moving her hand.

If anything, she moves it faster as her entrance gapes.

It looks hungry as she climaxes- like it wants nothing more than to have his cock.

As soon as they’ve come down from their climaxes, Sartaq wants Nesryn to ride him.

But not the way she’s intending.

He dives over to her and pulls her head up to kiss her once more, before she’s even had a chance to reach for his stiffening cock.

Sartaq turns Nesryn away from the trunk and pushes her to the ground so that she is propped up by all four limbs.

He turns her so that her rear is towards him and begins easing his cock into her.

She moans and her front half falls to the ground.

Her back is arched, keeping her entrance level.

Slowly, Sartaq eases his way in.

It’s torture for them both to not simply pounce on one another.

Once he’s seated, Sartaq pulls Nesryn up so that her back is against his chest.

He lays down once more, stretching her with his cock and grinding it against the front side of her entrance.

In her lower stomach, he can see a hint of his cock inside her- barely more than a paunch.

As he begins to move, it shifts.

Nesryn’s legs are between Sartaq’s as he thrusts up and into her.

She throws her head back to kiss him as they both breathe hard and fast.

She puts a hand over her stomach to feel him moving inside of her.

The pleasure is incredible.

Sartaq’s hand slides across hers on the way to her knot.

He rubs it slowly, out of sync with his thrusts to keep her on the edge.

He told her once he intended to take all day fucking her.

He wasn’t kidding.

Sartaq bites Nesryn’s lip, preventing her from breaking their connection as she comes.

Her legs shake with the force of her orgam, and the feeling of her body shuddering drives him to the brink.

As he learned from her demonstration, he doesn’t stop moving as she comes, and when her hand falters, he takes over, whipping his fingers hard and fast across her knot.

“Where?” he asks quickly as her orgasm breaks, a desperate plea.

“Inside. Come inside.” she gasps.

He does as he’s told, seizing up not long after and filling her with rope after rope of heat.

As Nesryn learned, she resists rolling her hips on Sartaq.

He likes to be still when he comes.

Sartaq’s body goes limp and he gasps for air.

“This is only the beginning,” he promises her.