To finish this year's @tamlinweek the High Lord of Spring cordially invites you to celebrate the Calanmai at his Court! Enjoy the festivities and spend the night with some of Prythian's most famous faces~
Get to know and flirt with them as you discover the many hidden surprises that await you in CalanMine - a free and fully playable ACOTAR Dating Simulator Game.
All you need is a PC or Mac (sorry, it is not available for mobile).
Music & Sound Effects: freesound and pixabay (full list available in the in-game credits)
This is a non-profit fan game made out of pure love for the source material. No money was involved in any part of its creation. The original characters and plot are the property of Sarah J. Maas and Bloomsbury.
full image of the icon and header i did for @tamlinweek featuring the prompt dark spring. tysm for requesting and having me i can't wait for the actual thing 🥹🫶🫶
Warnings: Some signs of depression (very minor) Smut 18+ (Minors DNI) Porn with little plot. Oral (m receiving), spit, cum eating. Soft p in v sex. Biting.
WC: 2.8k
It didn’t happen too often anymore. The days where Tamlin would fall into that distant hole and not try to claw himself out. You could do little but watch as he struggled through the days, or days.
“My light.” You hummed, hands already searching for him as he rolled over. “Come back.” You called as he pushed out of the bed. He gave you a small kiss on your hand before he went to the bathing room. You followed after him, not even bothering to put on the robe that you almost tripped over. When you got to the door, you gave it a small turn to find it locked. You let your forehead fall against the cool wood and a shaky sigh left your lips.
Over the sound of the water running, you heard the sniffles that were the reason the door was locked. He hated crying, least alone around you no matter how many times you told him it was okay.
“Tamlin.” You whispered into the door. Nothing. The air was cold in the room, a cool breeze blowing through the window. It was always worse when it rained. The gloom seeming to break something that years of being mated couldn’t help. You pushed all of your love down the bond, only to find it sealed tight. Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes but you quickly shoved them back down.
You doated on him for the rest of the day, as much as he would let you. You helped his dress once he came out of the bath. Peppering kisses to his face and hands, in return he gave you smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. Touches that didn’t linger.
You brought him lunch in his study, and eventually dinner when the time came. You placed the plates on the desk, hiding the same laid out papers from this afternoon. Your hands came down onto his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles until the muscles relaxed under your touch. His head fell back onto your chest, your eyes locking and you gave him a genuine smile.
He was trying. On the bad days, it was more than you could ask. Gone were the days when he shrugged off your touch and locked all the doors in the manor. You leaned down and placed a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. He let out a content sigh that had you pulling away. He cleared his throat and you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself.
“Come find me when you’re done, High Lord.” You whispered into the shell of his ear. A small crack came from the pencil that was in his hand. To seal the deal, you licked a small stripe down the thick cord of muscles on his neck. Without another word or glance back, you walked out of the office.
An hour had barely passed before Tamlin was standing in the entryway of your room.
“Come here, High Lord.” You put up a finger and curled it to him. He followed like he was being pulled on a string. He sat at the edge of the bed and you didn’t waste a second before you crawled into his lap.
“My Blossom, maybe not tonight-” His words were cut off by a small groan as you started dragging your lips over his neck. You placed hot, open mouthed kisses along the exposed skin. Following along with a cold blow that left goosebumps on his skin. His fingers gripped the thin fabric of your nightgown harder, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs.
“I just want to show my adoration for my High Lord.” You whispered against his skin, a shiver ripped through him that had you smirking. Another nip at his neck and your fingers started trailing down his stomach, featherlight touches that he would have missed if he wasn’t dialed into your move right now. Practiced fingers undoing buttons on your path down.
When you looked back at his face, your whole body flushed with warmth. The green in his eyes nearly swallowed up by his pupils. His lips a dark shade of red that seemed to beg for a kiss. You placed a hand on his chin and tipped his face back as you connected your lips.
The kiss was messy, his hands wrapping around your waist, clutching you to him. It was all teeth and tongue. You gave his bottom lip a harsh nip that had his fingers tightening their grip. A line of spit connecting your lips to his when you finally pulled away.
Gentle hands pushed his shirt from his shoulders until it pooled on the mattress underneath him. His golden chest is now on display for you. You put a hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him down until he was laying down. His breath hitched as you leaned down, hair flowing over your shoulder, blocking out the rest of the world. You started off with a path of soft kisses, over his collar bone, each pectoral, down his ribs, stomach until you reached the deep cut vee that led to his waistband. You nosed the line of blond hair before starting your path all over again. This time your tongue follows your lips. His hips shifted underneath you, breath coming out in pants. When you looked up at him, his eyes were screwed shut, hands in fists by his side.
“So pretty.” You cooed at him. “My perfect mate. My heart, my breath. Let me love you?” His eyes opened slowly, blinking up at you. A low growl echoed in his chest.
“Please.” He grit out.
“My pleasure.” You rasped as you connected your lips once more. He half sat up, one arm holding himself up and the other going to the ties of your dress. He got it off in record time even with one hand. The top pulled away from your body, exposing your breasts to him. His eyes narrowed in on your peaked nipples but you only pushed him back down. Standing up, you let your skirts fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Completely bare for him. His eyes greedily wandered your body before he lurched forward. A hand on his chest had him cocking his head at you.
“Tonight is about you, mate. You are the altar I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping at.” You climbed back on to his lap and he let out a strained groan as you brushed against his hardness.
His arms hung at his side as you nipped and sucked your way down his chest once more. You shuffled off of his lap and sat on your knees at his feet. His knees spread, caging either side of your body around them. His hands helped you undo his belt, the ties of his pants and finally shimmying them off of his toned legs. His cock was already standing at attention. Curling back against his stomach, tip glistening with pre-cum that had your mouth watering. Fighting the instinct to get him into your mouth, you instead placed kisses on his leg, up to his calf, his thighs, repeating it on the other side before you placed hot open mouthed kisses to his shaft.
His head lolled back at the contact. His hand goes to your hair, not to pull but to push it back from your face. Giving him an unobstructed view of your lips.
A few more licks and then you’re taking him into your mouth. Sliding until he hits the back of your throat. He moans deeply as you swallow around him. Guiding his hands to the roots of your hair, you look up at him. Begging him with your eyes to use your mouth. Take what he needs, and that’s all the encouragement he needs his hand to wrap around the ends of your hair. He pulled you off of him completely. Connecting your lips one last time before he slams you back down onto him, you hollow your cheeks out immediately. Sucking him as hard as you can, letting your teeth just barely scrape across the sensitive skin. Just the way he likes. He sucks in a sharp breath.
“You’re so good for me, Petal. Just like that.” He coos as his hips start thrusting off the bed to meet your mouth. His eyes are screwed shut, growls and praise dripping off of his lips like honey. Your head is dizzy from the words, only focusing on bringing him to the edge. Your free hand comes up to cup his heavy balls, rolling them around until his hips are jerking off the bed. He’s all pretty moans and curses and you feel him throb against your throat before he pulls you off of him. A string of saliva connecting you to his red tip. You lean forward again, ready to take him back in your mouth when his hand grips your chin, hard enough to have your eyes flick up to him.
“Come up here, pretty girl.” He whispers and you gracefully crawl into his lap again. Both of your hiss in pleasure when your dripping center brushes against his cock. Your hips move on their own, needing something to quench the fire that has settled between your thighs. HIs hands go to your hips, guiding them against him. Your spit helps you glide along.
“Tam, please. Need you inside.” You say against his chest. Forehead looking down at the spot where your bodies are flushed together.
“I’m yours.” Was his response. You moan at his words as you reach between your sweaty bodies and guide him into your cunt. The stretch has you crying out his name, head thrown up to the ceiling. Your toes curl as you feel each glorious inch, each throbbing vein brush against your walls. You feel your flesh part for him, swallowing him until you are flush against his stomach again. Your nails bite into his shoulder, your face pressed into the crook of his neck as you grind against him. Adjusting to his size is something you have to do everytime and when you try to rock your hips against him, Tamlin’s hand comes to still you.
“Gotta give it time, Petal.” He pants against your skin.
“No. Need you now.” You whine as you lift off of him, savoring the stretch and sting. His fingers grip the fat of your hips tighter as you start to move over him. You claw at his chest, his shoulders until you finally connect your lips. You suck his tongue into your mouth. Every nerve in your body lights up under his touch. Breathing in each other's moans, the only sound in the room are you moving around him. The downright sinful slap of skin against skin. He plants his feet on the mattress and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to twist tighter as he drives his hips into you again and again. You try to keep up with but can only hold onto his neck as he fucks you without hesitation.
Your legs shake, hips burning but you're determined to finish on top of him. Sensing you need help falling over that edge, his hand comes to where you're connected and rubs tight circles on your clit until you’re shattering around him. You scream his name as you cum so hard you see stars, your body clenching around him before going pliant in his arms. It’s all you can do to remember to keep moving. Your own orgasm pulling him closer to his.
“Please. Need you to cum, need to feel you fill me up. Tamlin. Please.” You beg him. Knowing he needs the words to finish on a day like this. His arms wrap around you tighter, his chest pressed up against yours. He puts a gentle hand on your chin, pulling you into a sensual kiss as he releases inside of you. You feel the heat as he empties against your walls. His hips stutter and you follow him until his hips still. You sit against each other, both struggling to catch your breath as you come down from your highs. He places a small kiss to the edge of your brow, going to pull you off. You whine as your thighs ache around him.
He goes to stand up from the bed when you slink off of him again. Kneeling down in front of him, his cock covered in both of your releases. He only stares at you wide eyed as you take his half-hard cock into your mouth. Using your tongue to clean him off. He curses darkly as he throws his head back. You feel him harden in your mouth as you lick and suck him clean. You show him the mixture on your tongue before closing your mouth and swallowing. You close your eyes at the tangy taste of both of you. Something that heats your blood like nothing else. The taste of your mating bond.
“We’re just getting started, High Lord.” You slur as you go up to kiss him, the taste of both of you on your tongue still.
You’re both sticky messes by the time you are finally spent. You hair in tangles as you roll over onto him. You wrap your leg around his waist and he groans, head falling back into the pillows.
“My Blossom. I love you dearly but I truly think another round might kill me. A male has limits.” His nose nuzzles into your neck as he kisses the dark marks he left on your skin.
“Do you have the energy for a bath?” You innocently ask. Knowing damn well you will end up in his lap if the two of you bathe together. He growls into your neck, biting deeply again. Your hips flex against his and he chuckles.
“Only if you wash me.” He says, face suddenly in front of yours.
“Gladly, my love.” You place a soft hand on his cheek and pull him to you again. Your lips connect in a slow, unhurried kiss. The bath can wait forever as far as you’re concerned.
