#crescent city fic

[shadowdaddies]

Hello! I'm back again to bother you with a silly little request. So I was reading your Lucien comfort fic and it was amazing and I saw you were looking for Ruhn requests so here you go. So maybe the reader is someone who gets hurt easily? Maybe becaue they're very clumsy and those small injuries bleed a little but the reader just cant resist the urge to pick the scabs that form? I know I'm always scolding my friends for picking theyre scabs. So you could either go of from there or I had a small idea that maybe the reader could be Hunts sister? And nobody knows that reader and Ruhn were dating but maybe the reader keeps constantly picking at her scabs so Ruhn just pins her arms to the headboard and Hunt just walks in at that moment?

This request is all over the place and I'm so sorry for that but yeah thats my idea and I hope you have a great day!

you are never a bother, love💜 I had fun with the "Ruhn pins her arms to the headboard" part so it got a little suggestive lol

Healing Touch

Ruhn x Reader

Warnings: mentions of minors injuries (cuts/bruises), quite suggestive

“Hi, my love,” you greeted, pushing up on your toes to pull Ruhn in for a kiss. 

“Hi,” he murmured against your lips, cheekily dragging his lip ring across your mouth before pulling away. Yelling sounded from the living room, making you jump in surprise as you tripped, Ruhn chuckling as he caught you in his arms.

“What do you do when I’m not around to catch you?” he teased. 

“I just fall,” you laughed, gesturing to the bruises on your legs from the many times you’d tripped and bumped into furniture from your own clumsiness. 

More shouts sounded, Declan and Flynn’s voices echoing as they argued about whatever game they were playing. Ruhn gave you an apologetic look.

“Why don’t we go up to my room?” he offered, and you nodded, taking the handrail as you headed up the wooden staircase. Ruhn followed behind you, asking you about your day when you turned to respond, misjudging the height of the next step and tripping for the second time this evening.

Ruhn caught you by the waist, keeping your head from hitting the wooden step, but you’d hit your knee hard enough to leave an already darkening bruise. With a sigh, you pouted, taking a seat on the steps as you rubbed your knee. 

“Come on, love,” Ruhn murmured, crouching down to pick you up bridal style as he continued up the stairs. “I’ll get you some ice for that.”

You snuggled into the warmth of his chest, admiring the long black hair that flowed over his shoulder, the steady breaths of his chest, his confident and coordinated strides. Ruhn kicked the ajar door open with his boot, swiftly kicking it shut behind him without so much as shifting you in his broad arms.

Regretfully, you allowed him to set you down on his bed as Ruhn went downstairs to get some ice. You scanned the room, band posters and amateur art hanging on the walls. Leaning over to peek at the picture frame on his nightstand, you winced at the pressure on your knee.

Sitting down against the mattress, you saw the bruise forming right alongside a healing cut. You couldn’t help but scratch at the skin, your nails against the wound helping to alleviate the itchy pain. 

Ruhn came in the room, violet eyes going wide as he stared at your leg. Looking down, you found that you’d reopened the cut, blood trickling down your leg. 

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you gasped, taking the rag with ice from Ruhn’s hand as you tried to clean up the mess on your skin.

“It’s okay, love. How did that happen?” he questioned, nodding towards your opened cut. You lifted the rag to look at the injury, the itch immediately returning once you removed the ice.

“I can’t remember. I either cut myself shaving or maybe I bumped into the edge of a table? Or maybe my dog scratched me. It happens all the time,” you babbled, oblivious that your nails had returned to scratching the skin for relief.

“Woah! Hey, stop that,” Ruhn scolded, his hand taking your wrist as he pulled it from your leg, thumb softly stroking your pulse. “You’re making it worse, love. You can’t scratch at it, or it won’t heal.” Taking the rag from you, Ruhn cleaned up your leg, gently holding the ice to your skin.

You groaned in frustration, yearning to investigate your injuries that Ruhn had covered from you. “I can’t help it. It feels better to scratch them, Ruhn,” you huffed, legs shaking with nervous energy.

“Mm, well if you can’t help it, I think I know how to help you,” Ruhn purred in your ear, taking your other wrist in his hand as he pinned them above your head, straddling your hips as he caged you in against the mattress.

“I could just distract you,” he whispered, warm breath tickling your ear as he kissed his way down your neck. 

Breathless, you arched into his touch, bruises forgotten as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “That sounds like a possible solution,” you whispered, mewling as Ruhn sucked on the base of your throat, groaning as he ground his hips into yours.

A short knock sounded, the door swinging open as Bryce strode in the room. “Ruhn, have you seen-“ 

She stopped, cupping a hand over her mouth as she gasped, holding back her laughter. When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your brother, Hunt, followed in after Bryce, his gaze following hers to where you lay pinned on the bed.

Rage filled his eyes as the Umbra Mortis shone through them, lightning shooting from his fingertips as he glared at Ruhn. Bryce put a calming hand on his chest, poorly trying to hide her amusement as you leapt up from the bed.

“Hunt, it’s not what it looks like!” You pleaded. All three heads turned, giving you incredulous looks. “Okay, maybe it is what it seems. Ruhn and I have been dating for awhile.”

Hunt still simmered with rage, still not saying a word as you continued to babble your defense. Ruhn’s hand came to rest on your lower back, the gesture immediately soothing as he began to speak.

“I just want you both to know that this isn’t casual. I love her,” he confessed. Your head whipped to look at the prince, the blush dusting his cheeks as violet eyes turned to gauge your reaction. You hadn’t said those words yet.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss, forgetting your brother was standing right there.

Hunt loudly cleared his throat, pulling you back to reality as you stared sheepishly at your brother. “Please do not do that in front of me again,” he grumbled, allowing Bryce to push him out the door as she winked at you.

With a sigh, you flopped back against the mattress, both mortified and elated by today’s events. Ruhn simply chuckled, opening your legs as he settled in between them. His eyes sparkled as he lifted your leg, drawing your attention to the feline smirk he wore. 

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your ankle. “I love you,” he whispered again, pressing a light kiss to the bruise on your shin. 

Ruhn peppered kisses to each mark he could find, long black hair cascading over his shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with yours above your head. 

“And I love you,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips once more as you found yourself eager to finish what you had started.

[danikamariewrites]

Can you please do a jealous possessive Ithan in love with the reader who is his mate?

Alphahole

Ithan x reader

A/n: Honestly I never really paid attention to Ithan but with CC3 he’s growing on me. Also I made this spoiler free and left out anything new from CC3.

Warnings: possesive Ithan, suggestive at the end

Since the bond snapped between you and Ithan nights out had become rare. You traded in partying for TV nights cuddled up on the couch. And you wouldn’t change a thing about your life now.

Your phone dinging pulled you from your thoughts. Tapping the screen you see a text from Bryce that has you squealing with excitement.

We miss you and wolf boy, wanna meet for drinks tonight to celebrate you two. Meet us at the Raven at 7🤩

You immediately thumbs up the text rushing to type out your very excited reply. Hitting send you jump out of bed, barging into the bathroom to interrupt his shower. It has been forever since you two went out with the group.

Telling Ithan the plan for the night was easy. Getting him to actually commit and leave the house though? That would be the real challenge. Your boy is too stubborn for his own good.

Putting the finishing touches on your makeup you hear Ithan growl from behind you. You meet his annoyed gaze in the mirror, giving him a taunting smirk.

“It’s just a few hours,” you drawl. He groans again. This time turning to dramatically rest his forehead against the door frame. Sometimes you don’t know who’s worse, him or Tharion.

You turn to face him. Arms crossed as you tap your platform boots against the tiles. “I know you want to see them, don’t make this painful.”

“Fine,” he huffs out. You giggle, moving to hug him tightly. Ithan runs a hand through your hair. He would much rather keep you to himself at home. At home Ithan gets all your attention and doesn’t have to share you with anyone.

Letting go you hold his hands, lightly swinging them back and forth, smiling up at him. Ithan’s eyes roam over body. A low growl sounds from his throat as his eyes move from your low cut tank top, stopping on your tight leather pants that accentuate your curves in all the right places. It was going to be a very long and painful night for the wolf.

As soon as you stepped through the doors you were swept away from him by Bryce and June. He let out a sigh, heading over to the other males at the table. Flynn handed him a beer jokingly saying, “Lost your mate pup.” Though his tone was light Ithan took the statement as a threat and gave the fae lordling a look to tell him so.

Ithan was getting more and more annoyed as the night went on. Every time he had you in his arms or tried to dance with you, you were taken from him. When he came back from getting you a new drink you already had one! Ithan just couldn’t win tonight.

He really hit his breaking point when Flynn pointed out a male flirting with you on the dance floor. Slamming his drink down Ithan stormed over to you. Fury was trying to diffuse the situation as you and Bryce glared at the male.

Fury spotted your mate first, pushing male into Ithan. His insult for you and Bryce died on his tongue when he came face to face with your mate. Letting that deadly predator show in his eyes the male cowered before Ithan. “You have one chance to apologize and leave.” He said in a low and commanding tone that could be heard over the loud thrumming of the music.

The male quickly and shamefully apologized running off as soon as Ithan’s iron grip was off his shoulder. Before you could throw yourself at your mate, the bond aching in your chest to be close to him again, Ithan pulled you into his side saying goodnight to the girls the two of you rushed out. Bryce’s laughter followed by a loud, ‘Alphahole’ reached your ears.

The two of you were silent on the very short ride home. Tension being pulled taught between the two of you. You wanted to put your hands all over Ithan. To reassure the stubborn male that you only had eyes for him. You could tell from the way his jaw was clenched that Ithan was thinking the same thing.

Back in your apartment Ithan picked you up, pining you to the wall. His mouth immediately on your neck leaving love bites and wet open mouthed kisses. You moan at how good his mouth feels against you. Ithan squeezes your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Mine,” he breathes out against your neck. “All yours. Always.”

[throneofsapphics]

Hii, I love your writing 🫶🏻

Could you write something about lidia cervos X reader once you finish the crescent city series plss?? ( she’s in the second book).

It’s impossible to find stories with her

cruel kindness  

Summary: You and Lidia are in a secret relationship. 

Warnings: maybe angst-ish

A/N: sorry this took months, here’s a drabble! I’m a bit nervous about this but excited to write more with her! especially after the third comes out

You were her safety. Her salvation. Her light in the darkness. You knew exactly what she was, and stayed. Lidia could never understand why. It haunted her mind at night - she should tell you you’re wrong for her, leave you for her own safety. Selfish, she’d told herself multiple times and visited with the intention of leaving permanently but the pure joy radiating from you each time you met … Lidia couldn’t bring herself to break that. To shatter your heart. It was a different kind of cruelty. 

The two of you were lucky if you could meet three or four times a year, and she cherished every minute. You’d asked of him, of what she had to sacrifice. The Hind didn’t harbor many fears, but your discovery was one. If anyone somehow figured out what you were to her, the fallout might be the thing that broke her. You were so dangerous for her, for what she worked her entire life for, but she couldn’t stay away. 

She rolled over in your bed, a plush and soft mattress, assorted blankets piled over both of you to take the chill off. You were splayed on your stomach, soft lips parted and hair covering half of your face. 

She carefully pushed a few strands from your face, brushing her thumb across the soft skin of your cheek. Her amber eyes softened, lips curving into a gentle smile - one you may be the only living person to witness. 

You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing tightly. A bright smile shone on your face, so full of love and joy. Weight lifted from your shoulders as she tucked you back in. You didn’t comment on the stray tear dripping down your shoulder. Seven months, the longest you’d been apart so far and only eighteen hours together this time. Lidia had set a timer on her watch for the moment she needed to leave and swore she wouldn’t look at it. 

You dragged her inside. New decorations - assorted paintings and different pillows lining the couch. Her eyes swept the room and you let out a low laugh. “You never miss a thing,” you teased her. Her mouth curved into a smile and she pulled you close to her again, breathing in your nutmeg and honey scent. 

Dawn rays peeked through the curtains casting a warm glow over the room. You didn’t stir at the small buzzing of her watch and her eyes shuttered closed. A slow breath later, she slipped out of the room - feet silent and steady despite the pain in her chest. A note pinned under the salt shaker, and Lidia shifted. 

-

You blinked your eyes open, still heavy with sleep and frowned at the empty half of your bed. She warned you she would be gone when you woke, but you still hated it. 

Twenty five years of secrecy wore you down but Lidia was worth it. There had never been a doubt in your mind. This love was cruel, a teasing example of what life could be like in a different world. You took a few breaths.  What was a few decades compared to centuries? Lidia had promised you’d be free together one day and she’d never broken a promise to you. Whatever she did to make that happen, you never asked. Like you never asked about her … work. The Lidia you knew was different and you prayed you’d never meet the time. Of course, you didn’t hate what she did to survive, but seeing the cold and bored look in her eyes - the casual cruelty, might make you do something drastic and stupid. 

[azriels-angels]

Line Up: 𓆩♡𓆪 1. Preview of "Don't Call Me Angel"-Azriel x Mor's Sister!Reader Enemies to Lovers Series This is a teaser chapter of a series that I will be staring once the 25 Days of Lana Del Rey event is over :)

Preview 👼

𓆩♡𓆪 2. Snow On The Beach-Viviane x Kallias Angst → Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 3. Black Beauty-Ithan Holstrom x Reader Angsty Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 4. Love-Feyre x Fem!Reader Fluff & Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 5. Violets For Roses-Tristan Flynn x Reader Angst

𓆩♡𓆪 6. Video Games-Azriel x Reader Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 7. Once Upon A Dream-Prince Aidas x Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 8. Groupie Love-Poly!Nessian x Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 9. Radio-Ruhn Danaan x Reader Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 10. Stargirl-Azriel x Bryce Quinlan's Sister!Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 11. Breaking Up Slowly-Dankia x Reader Angst

𓆩♡𓆪 12. Summertime Sadness-Cassian x Reader Angsty Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 13. How To Disappear-Tharion x The Serpent Queen's Daughter!Reader Angst, Fluff, & Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 14. Lust For Life-Azriel x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 15. Happiness Is A Butterfly-Prince Aidas x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 16. Sad Girl-Eris x Mor's Sister!Reader Angst & Suggestive

𓆩♡𓆪 17. Brooklyn Baby-Ruhn Danaan x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 18. Young And Beautiful-Rhysand x Reader Fluff → Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 19. Tomorrow Never Came-Ithan Holstrom x Reader Angst

𓆩♡𓆪 20. Blue Jeans-Azriel x Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 21. Summer Bummer-Tristan Flynn x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 22. If You Lie Down With Me-Lucien x Tamlin's Sister!Reader Angsty Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 23. Yes To Heaven-Ruhn Danaan x Lidia Cervos Fluff & Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 24. Old Money-Gwynriel Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 25. Don't Call Me Angel-Series Finale + Bonus Chapters

[sapphicmsmarvel]

hello i am a SLUT for smaus and if anyone has any recs for these fandoms it would be greatly appreciated

-any sarah j maas universe

-really any fantasy universe like sjm, cruel prince etc

-my hero academia (preferably dabi ones)

-jujitsu kaisen

please and thank you!!!

[azrielsbxtch]

Azriel the entire time Truth-Teller was away

[imaginesmai]

Safe place - Ruhn Danaan

I've been re-reading hosab so I can enjoy the third one and I'm extremly frustrated at the lack of Ruhn fics, so here is my own. It's shitty, it's late and it's not proof-read.

Plot: the autumn king tries to hurt you with his words and actions, but Ruhn is always there to help you up.

You had known it would be hard.

You had known, for a while, that the dreadful day would come, that you would finally face the source of your anxiety and doubts, and that it would be hard.

But it had left you completely broken, as useless as he had described you. Standing outside the Autumn's King's villa, you didn't bother taking cover from the rain nor caring about the looks that granted you. You were too busy replaying the words over and over again in your head, remembering the sting on your cheek from his slap. You knew it would be hard, but meeting your mate's father had exceeded any expectation.

You had been summoned that morning with a brief letter, mentioning that the king wanted to meet you formally. Too busy worrying about what he would say or think, you hadn't noticed the reason behind the sudden decision — Ruhn was away with his Aux for the day, and wouldn't be back until night time. That left Declan and Flynn out of the equation, the only friends you had in that place.

So, when you had been hastily dragged out of his office like trash, when his hateful speech had broken through the walls, no one had said anything.

You choked on the next sob, not knowing what to do. Your shared apartment was more than an hour away walking, and it was pouring. Calling Bryce would be a terrible idea, since she didn't need another excuse to blow that place to pieces, and Hunt shared her feelings. You could always call a cab, but you were certain that none would answer.

The king wanted you out in the streets like a rat, and he would make it happen.

So you hugged yourself, ignored the bruises that were already forming on your forearm and lowered your head. Exiting the fairy territory was the worst part. Not only they didn't do anything about his king behavior, but made sure to force you to step out the sidewalk.

An attractive, tall woman spat at your feet as you walked by her side.

Your eyes full of tears and your heart in a knot, you didn't notice the shadows or the stares until Ruhn stopped in front of you, head to chest. Looking up, your lips trembled once more when you noticed the look on his face. The absolute murder on his beautiful blue eyes. They instantly noticed the angry cut made by his father's ring, the way you cradled your arm.

"It isn't worthy" you hiccupped, tired and devastated. "He isn't"

"You are" he growled back, the street almost covered in his angry, restless shadows. "You are my fucking mate and he has no right to even look at you"

"I just wanna go home"

You had been in that situation before — someone making a comment or a move about the obvious truth, that he was the prince and you were the half-human. That it was not supposed to be, because his fate was to be with someone better, more powerful, more talented. Not a half-human barista who barely managed to finish her studies and pay off her loans.

Each and every single time, Ruhn had gotten himself into trouble because of it. So many times, actually, that you had long ago stopped believing what they said. But it was different, because that time, it came from someone with the capacity of making it happen. Of keeping you away from Ruhn and taking the only light in your life away. Only thinking about it made your breath speed up.

"Flynn will take you home" Ruhn stared behind your shoulder, as if he could see his target.

"Ruhn, please. I just want to... Forget about it" you tried again, sneaking a hand forward until you could grab his. It was shaking from rage.

"And I want to talk to him. Just like he has talked to you" he snarled, not looking at you though holding your hand. "He thinks - he believes he can do this, he has always done it. But there are lines"

"There are lines for you too. Let's just -"

"Have you seen yourself, Y/N?" Rhun interrupted you. "Don't think I can't guess what he has said. He has touched you. He has kicked out of my home, because this is mine too. He has no right. None"

"He will do it again, if you give him a reason" you waited a few seconds in silence before squeezing his hand, looking at him through the pouring rain. "Ruhn"

His eyes finally dropped back to you, and he ran his tongue across his lip piercing. He knew what he needed, what he wanted. To scream back at his father so the whole Lunathion heard how worthy you were of him, how he was the one who had to keep up with you.

Ruhn wanted to finally act on his father, that had caused him so much harm, that had rejected his sister like a stray puppy. He wanted to kill him for even daring to summon you, knowing he wasn't around and your kind heart wouldn't recline.

He was tempted to do so, his eyes moving back and forth from your eyes to the scratch on your cheek. Even if he could imagine what had happened there, he had lived through enough to know it had been worse.

The only thing that kept him from breaking down his father's door and every bone was the urge of taking you away from that place. He hadn't thought about an umbrella or a car. After receiving Bryce call that you weren't home and having Declan track your phone, he had only one worry in mind - your safety.

And he had to ensure that first.

So he brushed off his soaked jacket and put it over your shoulders and head, big enough to cover you partially from the rain.

Without sharing another word, Ruhn draped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you into his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He felt more than saw you trembling, enclosing your body around him like a perfect mold.

Yeah, he would kill his father for this. Just not tonight.

"How did you know?" you asked softly, while he scared away the few curious eyes that still looked at you with just one glare.

"I always know when you need me" he squeezed your shoulders, wishing it was different. "I'll always come"

"I hate him" you admitted, knowing the feeling was shared. "I hate what he said and did, but I hate more than he only cares about us because he wants to use you. I despise him"

There were few people you hated. That girl in fourth grade who cut your hair as you were trying to grow it longer. The cat of your neighbors, who snarled at you and tried to scratch you every time you saw her. People who started wars, maybe. But you were a kind-hearted person, and that had made Ruhn fall in love with you. Tired from all the hate and pain, you had been his salvation in a world where he was losing his soul.

What pained him the most was that, if it wasn't for his father's hidden intentions behind his dislike for your relationship, you wouldn't even hate him. You would shrug the hurt and sadness away, and keep going.

His father loathed that you were his mate, that he had a normal, healthy relationship with no political power. He wasted no occasion to throw him women and men that would be a great alliance to his family – and still, all Ruhn could do was search for your face in the crowd.

So different from each other, he could barely resist the urge of turning around and burning the whole place down. But he kept hugging you silently, gathering the strength to leave that place without turning back.

"Whatever he said, whatever came out if his poisoned mouth, was a lie. He can try and change us, but he won't" Ruhn felt the need to remind you, no matter how many times he had said it. "I love you, I've loved you since the first coffee and long after my body goes cold"

"I love you too, Ruhn"

“Couch and movie?”

Ruhn had planned a party, as he always did, for when he came back that night. But not even Declan and Flynn would argue with him, knowing he needed to stay with you just as much as you needed you. You nodded against his chest and he let you both be consumed by shadows and darkness.

He tugged you forward until you were nested against his side, and started walking. The shadows covered you from the worst part of the rain as you walked in silence, tucked together.

No matter how much his father hurt you, how much he used Ruhn, there was something he could never change – that you were his home.

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[euphoricpixiee]

*+:｡.｡ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

A/N: hellloooo everyone, this is my first fic on this account and i thought I would start off with a bang. get it? bang? ANYWAY, here is this lovely piece that I'm very much proud of. it's pure filth <3

WC: 2.3k+

Warnings: possessive!ruhn (not the bad type), jealousy, rough s*x, oral (m&f receiving), pet names, this is pure fucking filth, swearing, choking, dirty talk, primal kink, fluff, aftercare, and i think that's it? if there's more please lmk. minors dni pls.

“You thought I wouldn’t come and snatch you away from that male?” Ruhn placed his hand around Y/N’s throat as his free hand worked her clit with an intensity that her knees bucked. She wanted to cry out but she was already a whimpering mess. “I knew what you were doing, princess. You want to play, we’ll play.” His deep voice rumbled against her neck as she ground down on his hand to get a little more pressure on her sensitive bud. 

“Please, Ruhn,” she whined softly as her core got embarrassingly slicker than it was before. The wall behind her and the prince’s hand didn’t give her any chance to shift away or even give her poor clit a break from the assault that he was doing to it. She had to stand there and take it which made heat rise in the apples of her cheeks. It was all so fucking hot. 

“Aw, is my princess going to come?” A high pitch moan escaped her throat as his pace quickened and worked on her. Her skin was on fire and every touch from him made her want to fully submit, to give him everything she could offer. “I asked you a question, love.” His patience was low and Y/N knew it. 

“Yes, fuck, yes!” She arched her back from the wall as her climax came to the very edge. She was so close but yet so far. One minute she was about to fall off that edge but in the next minute, his fingers withdrew from her along with his hand that was around her throat. What the fuck? Her pants were soon met with his lips and his tongue fighting for dominance. Ruhn’s rough hands slid up her body until he got to the zipper of her diamond dress. 

The diamonds fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. The prince took her breasts in his hands and flicked his tongue over her peaked nipple. A gasp left her lips as she ran her fingers through his midnight hair. It wasn’t fair that he was fully dressed while she was on full display. She tugged on his long locks and his eyes met hers. 

“I want your clothes off, my prince.” As soon as the words left her mouth, he nipped at her breast and hummed which made her yelp. He was much taller than her and that only fed into her affinity for loving males being bigger than her, and being able to throw her around in the bedroom. The thought sent a shiver down her spine which caused him to grin knowingly. 

“Is that so? Do you think you deserve to get what you want after the stunt you pulled?” He chuckled and sat down on the bed across the room. It was his bedroom and she, of course, had been in the room plenty of times but the surroundings blurred around them, her sole focus is on her prince. “I think I need to remind you who gets to fuck you every night, who gets to make you scream and writhe in pleasure. That male doesn’t know your body as I do, I could make you cum three times right after another and not even have to break a sweat.” The arrogance that dripped from his voice made her core molten. Her cheeks burned and her thighs instinctively pressed themselves together. That damn beautiful arrogant kind male made everything in her want to launch herself at him and plead with him. She wanted to be on her knees for him. “Come here. Now.” 

Y/N followed his demand and stood directly in front of him. His eye racked down her thick body. The body he has worshipped so many times and had made sure that she knew that she was beautiful. Every single part of her. He adored her. So, when that male had his hands on his princess, let’s just say the amount of rage that pumped through his veins made him want to kill someone. 

Ruhn spread his legs and began to unzip his jeans. He motioned to the floor and she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. This was her favorite place to be, on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. He pumped his cock in his hand and gave her a smirk that meant she was in danger. “Open, love.” So, she did. His cock stretched her mouth and she had to relax her jaw just so he could fit all the way in her mouth. A low groan rumbled in his throat as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. 

“Fuck, you look so perfect with my cock in your mouth,” his fingers tangled into her hair and began to fuck her throat. He picked up his pace and moaned as she flattened her tongue against his shaft. She gripped the fabric of his jeans as he pumped himself into her mouth. Her core throbbed as his fingers tugged her hair. Y/N moaned around her mate’s cock and on cue, it twitched against her tongue. Ruhn groaned as he pulled her up to him and kissed her with so much hunger that she gasped. 

“Ruhn, please,” Y/N begged as she pulled away from the kiss. The ache had become too much and she was growing desperate for him to be inside her. She wanted to be used and owned. Not just by anyone, but by her mate. Just the thought of him sliding his dick inside her made her shiver in pleasure. 

His lips grazed against the shell of her ear then nipped and sucked at the very spot that made her want to melt into him. “I’ll give you what you want, baby, but I’m not gonna be so nice about it since you’ve been a brat.” A small whimper fell from her lips which had him flipping them so that he was on top with her small wrists in his large hands. She knew he loved the thought of him overpowering her and her being helpless underneath him. Of course, he would never do anything that she didn’t want to do, but boy, did he enjoy seeing her writhe under him. 

“I’m sorry, Ruhn.” Y/N tried to squirm out of his grip but he tightened his hold on her and leaned in close to her, their lips almost colliding. 

“Sorry isn’t going to help you now, princess. You wanted to see what would happen if you gave another male attention, the kind of attention that is meant for me, so, I’m showing you the consequence of it.” He hummed and brushed his lips over hers. “Now, stay here and don’t move, do you hear me?” 

Y/N nodded her head in agreement but she really needed some friction on her soon or else she might faint from the need. She squeezed her legs together and whimpered when the pressure increased on her clit. Her fingers itched to rub the small bud, to get a release, but if she did then he won’t give her what she wants and needs. So, she kept her hands up above her but continued to squeeze and rub her thighs together. 

When Ruhn walked back in and took notice of what she was doing with her thighs, he chuckled. “So desperate for a release, huh?” That smirk that he wore earlier returned and she knew he was going to ruin her. It’s what she wanted him to do but the glint in his eyes said that he was going to do more than just ruin her. No, he was going to punish her and make sure any other male was ruined for her. 

Y/N took in her mate’s form and damn if he didn’t look like a god. His hair was tied up in a braid, and he had taken all of his clothes off. Her core dripped more arousal at the sight of him bare to her and only her. His nostrils flared and in seconds he was on his knees in front of her, in front of her cunt. He spread her legs apart and licked his bottom lip. His violet eyes flicked up to hers as he flattened his tongue against her slit. He made sure that the tip of his tongue nudged against her clit each time he licked her. 

Moans fell from her lips as the prince toyed with her entrance and clit with his tongue. What really sent sparks down her body was when he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Hard. Y/N cried out in pleasure while also seeing stars as he continued to suck and lick. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he feasted on her. 

“Fuck, Ruhn!” She cried out as she came, and her legs trembled as she rode out her climax. Ruhn kissed up her slick thighs and kissed each stretch mark that he saw. He always called them tiger marks because she was a tiger when she wanted to be. Feisty yet cuddly at the same time. 

She watched as he kissed and licked at her skin. It sent tingles and shivers through her body but that could also be from the aftershock of her climax. She couldn’t take it anymore, she squirmed and whined until he looked up at her. “Yes, princess? Do you want something?” Her cheeks burn with the tone of his words. It made her want him even more. 

“I need you inside me, Ruhn.” Her words came out as a whimper which earned a grin from the prince. Damn, that fucking smug asshole was getting off on her being so needy and whiny for him. The prince climbed up her body while also leaving kisses as he made his way up. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other. 

“Is that so? I couldn’t tell from how loud you were moaning my name earlier. I think I want to see how much louder my shy, and quiet little princess can be. I think you could be very loud and I want to hear it.” He slammed his lips against hers and placed both hands on either side of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues worked in sync. “I’m going to pump so much cum into your pretty pussy that there will be no doubt that you're mine.” 

A shiver runs down her heated body as his words sink into her skin. His cock plunges into her swollen cunt without warning. Her cries and moans echo through the room as his pace increased in speed until he was fully pounding into her. Y/N dug her nails into Ruhn’s tattooed biceps as his brutal pace shook the headboard against the wall. It was such an erotic sight, seeing the prince pound into her like he was. This was exactly what she wanted and more. 

“F-Fuck!” Y/N screamed as her orgasm took over every sense of her being. Ruhn didn’t stop his brutal pace as she came again, and again, and again. 

“That’s it, princess. Come,” he growled into her ear. Tears ran down the side of her face as the tip of his cock hits her G-spot repeatedly. It felt like ecstasy and bliss as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she mewled and moaned his name. She was his and when he sank his teeth into her neck, their bond glowed between them and locked them together at that moment. The moment he filled her from within. She moaned at the feeling of his seed spilling into her. His thrusts slowed and became gentler. “I love you, mate.” The prince’s forehead leaned against hers as he said the words. Her nose brushed against his as she felt his seed drip from her pussy. Her cheeks burned as she looked into Ruhn’s violet ones. 

“I love you more, mate. I was only trying to get a rise out of you.” Y/N cupped his face in her hands and grinned up at him. He matched her grin with his own and pressed his lips against hers, much more gently than the heated kisses earlier. 

“Oh, I know. I wanted to show you what happens when you’re a brat. It turned out pretty good for you though, didn’t it?” Ruhn teased. His princess only laughed and shook her head in agreement. “I should probably clean you up,” he said as he gently slid out of her and she whimpered from the loss of him. He leaned down and kissed her once more before going into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth. 

Y/N watched as he cleaned himself and then stalked over to her, “Open, my love.” She obeyed and spread her legs once more. The warm wet washcloth soothed her sore cunt as she sighed in relief. Once he was done with the cloth, he threw it into the laundry basket and lifted her into his arms. “It’s time to get some sleep but first you need to use the bathroom.” Always looking after her in each area of their relationship. It made her swoon even more in love with him which she didn’t think was possible.

Once they were back in bed, it didn’t take her long for her eyes to get heavy. The sound of his heart beating against his chest soothed each of her nerves that were still on fire. His touch even calmed her. As she drifted off to sleep, she heard her mate whisper three beautiful and simple words that sent butterflies into her stomach. She tried to speak, to tell him that she loved him more but slumber took her before she could get the words out.

[azrielsdove]

WHERE ARE THE HUNT LOVERS?!?!? WHY AM I FINDING OUT PEOPLE DONT LIKE HIM!!! I am personally offended that’s my husband, the love of my life, my heart and soul! Changing my name to HuntsDove bc that’s MY MANNNNN. he’s my new favorite SJM guy (but Azriel still remains second 🫶🏻). i’m shocked. i’m devastated.

[lady-of-tearshed]

Tough time

Sumarry: It had been a tough week, and you start to feel bad about Ithan's constant reassuring presence.

Warnings: Mention of lack of libido, mention of rough times, angst.

Gentle fingers traced patterns on your neck and shoulder. Usually, that sweet gesture from your mate was enough to south any of your internal storms. But not today. Actually, you had been trying all week to shake off your brooding. You went shopping with Juniper, you went to your appointment with your therapist, you ate your comfort ice cream, you got a massage… Ithan had even offered to go for a run with you. But nothing worked. You were just… not fine. 

Ithan was watching a sunball game on his phone, telling you all about the players' good moves, and explaining to you the bad ones and if they could've avoided them or not.  You hummed in approval at each of his statements, but the information your ears processed didn't quite seem to reach your numb brain. You felt bad. Ithan had spent almost all weekend at your apartment, and all you had managed to do was order food and stay in bed all day. 

The two of you always used to go out on weekends, partying with Ruhn, going to restaurants, hiking, playing board or video games… but you were mentally drained. And all you could do now was be boring and rot in bed. You didn't even had sex, for fuck sake. You usually had a very high libido that Ithan was more than happy to please, but that too disappeared this week, along with your joy and energy. 

Ping

A text pops on Ithan’s phone. He huffed a laugh, and moved his hand from your shoulder to text back. “Ruhn?” you guessed, “And Flynn.” the wolf shifter answers you back. He sends the text, then puts his phone on the nightstand, stretching his arms before pulling you off his lap and up into his arms. He spoons you on the bed and kisses the back of your head lovingly.

Your stomach churns as you start overthinking everything.The boys had probably asked him to go out. Had he refused because of you? Did he feel forced to stay by your side? Would his friends think you're an over controlling girlfriend? “Did… Did they want to hang out?” He shrugs his shoulders, and nuzzles into your neck deeper, inhaling your scent. “Yeah.” “You said no?” “Yeah.” His answers were short, stating the obvious, and still you wondered if he stayed in just because he felt bad about how miserable you were right now. 

You sighed, caressing his forearm with your fingertips, the gesture shooting pleasurable goosebumps all over his body. “Just because I don't feel like going out doesn't mean you can't, you know…” He rose onto his elbow, peeking over your shoulder to meet your eyes. He brushed his lips on yours, slowly, before pulling away to stare into the depths of your orbs. “I know, I just enjoy spending time with you too.” He paused, and you could feel his desire to go out. 

You knew Ithan had trouble just staying inside and relaxing, yet he hadn't complained about it all weekend. “But you enjoy going out with your boys too, it's fine bubs, I wanted to read my book anyway tonight.” You forced a smile, trying to sound convincing, and it seemed to work, because Ithan just stared at your face for a moment then kissed your cheek. “Okay.” He rose up from the bed and got ready, then took his wallet. 

You watched him, fighting the urge to break down at your now lonely and empty bed. You pulled the sheets almost up to your nose, nuzzling into the pillow that was previously his. He walked over the edge of the bed, put both his hands on your cheeks before pulling you into a big smooch. Typical of Ithan. The innocent kiss made you chuckle, the first sprinkle of joy you've felt since a week now. You smiled as he pulled away, “I'll see you tonight. I love you.” your heart squeezed, but you nodded. At least he'd be back tonight. “Alright. Love you! Have fun.” You turned your back to the door as he walked out your bedroom. Your eyes were welling up with tears now that you thought you were alone. Alone with your sadness, and loneliness, and pain, and anxiety, and- 

Ithan was still standing in the doorway, a look of worry drawn on his face as he noticed the slight quivering of your shoulders. His wolf hearing catched the soft silent sobs coming from your lips. His heart sank at seeing you like this. The light and joy radiating from your bubbly personality had looked so dull all week. He hadn't mentioned it to you, thinking it was maybe just tiredness, or your period. But now he was sure it was more than that. He walks over the bed slowly, and sits down on the edge of the mattress, gently stroking your back. 

It was too much. It was the drop that made you break down completely, you couldn't hold it in anymore. You sobbed, as Ithan gently caressed your back, not pushing you to do anything more than just… feel. And let everything out. “Hey… it's okay. Let it all out…” He said, his hand moving to your hair, moving tear damp strands behind your ear. 

“Is it okay if I keep rubbing your back?” He whispers, his hand slowly halting, he wanted to make sure that you wanted it. That it wasn't making you overstimulated at the moment. You nod your head, and mumble not so graciously through sobs, “Yeah…” “Good.” He whispers, placing a kiss on your shoulder, his hand still stroking your back. 

After a few minutes, you calmed down, Ithan now holding your head against his chest, kissing your forehead and cheeks gently. “I just feel bad…” You mumble, finally retrieving the strength to speak without bursting in tears. “About what, honey?” There was no hint of judgment or amusement in his words, only pure concern and adoration. You shrug your shoulders, and bite your lip nervously, but Ithan thumbs quickly prevent you from nibbling it and bruising yourself. 

You sigh, tracing the muscle of his chest with your fingertips as you continue on, your eyes looking everywhere but into his. “Well uh… I've been feeling miserable all week and now your weekend is ruined because of me.” He had wanted to cut off your nonsense and talk over you, but he knew you needed to get these words off your chest. He sighed, “Honey… You know you could never force me into doing anything… right? If I'm staying with you, it's because I want to,” he kisses your lips gently, then pulls away and lifts your chin to look into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N. So very much.” 

You sniffled, snuggling closer to his chest, his warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of love. He stroked your hair until you reached the edge of sleep, then you felt his arms tighten around you. “I had the best weekend with you. Every moment of my life spent with you by my side is one that I'll cherish until the day the Under-King claims my soul.” You nod lazily against his chest, a slight smile remaining on your lips as you fall asleep. You knew things would get better, eventually. Because Ithan would hold your hand through this hard time. And a hard time is not a hard life.  

[shadowdaddies]

soo i was wondering if you could write something smutty for ithan holstrom related to the mating bond? if it could include fluff as well it would be awesome 💕

of course love, here's some fluffy smut with newly mated Ithan and reader💜

Better with You

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, minors dni

Kicking off your heels, you stumbled through the door and sighed at the relief of taking off your shoes. You padded over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water as you called out for your mate. “Ithan?” you questioned as you looked around your shared apartment. 

The two of you were newly mated, and the evening you had just spent with Bryce watching Juniper at the ballet was the longest that the two of you had been apart since establishing the bond. You found no trace of Ithan in the apartment, suddenly feeling worried as you sat on the edge of your bed, pulling out your phone to call him.

The phone rang once before the door to the apartment swung open, a sweaty Ithan wearing his running shorts and sneakers scanning the apartment until his eyes locked with yours. His pupils were blown wide, nose flaring as you bit your lip, taking in his physique. 

He crossed the room, meeting you in the doorway to your bedroom as he gripped your waist, kissing you deeply before pulling back, forcing air into his lungs just to breathe, “gods, I missed you so much. I had to go for a run to tire myself out enough, just so I wouldn’t storm into the theatre to find you.” 

Normally, you might have found that amusing, but you understood how Ithan felt completely. From the moment he entered your life, you didn’t know how you lived without him - his kindness and loyalty unlike any you had ever known. It felt as though your soul was tearing at the seams when you were away from Ithan, and when you were with him, you felt a wholeness - a peace you hadn’t realized was possible.

So you grabbed him back, threading your fingers in his hair as you whispered, “you have me now.” He growled, pawing at your dress as he ripped it from your body. You loved seeing this side of him - the predatory grace of a shifter and honed warrior, who knew your body as well as his at this point. 

Ithan kicked off his shoes, running his hands up your naked form as you brought your hands down to his chest, slick with sweat. He grimaced, looking down at your hands as he hummed in thought. A smirk then graced his lips as he looked to you. “Can’t have you getting dirty, too, can we?” Ithan teased as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carried you into the bathroom. You licked and kissed his neck as he moved, him turning on the water for the shower as you eagerly used your feet to shuffle off his pants, grinding against him. 

You moaned against his neck as you licked up, biting his earlobe and whispered, “I like getting dirty with you.” Ithan pushed his way into the shower, setting you down to stand on the tile as he caged you against the wall with his muscular arms. He licked his lips - trailing a finger down your chest, dripping with water from the shower - as he murmured, “but I do enjoy cleaning you up,” and sank to his knees before you.

Ithan lifted your legs over his shoulders, leaning you against the wall as he licked a stripe up your center. You moaned, back bowing against the shower wall as your head spun at the feeling. You didn’t know if it was the mating bond or Ithan’s skill, but sex with him was like nothing you’d experienced before. Regardless of how quick or drawn-out, how rough or soft, it was always making love with him - this electric feeling of being joined with your partner.

Ithan continued his skillful attack on your core, sucking on your clit while he flicked his tongue against you. He brought up a single finger, slowly pumping and curling inside of you as you writhed above him, chanting his name as you begged for more. With a playful lick, Ithan murmured, “my pleasure,” against your clit, the vibration causing you to gasp as he pushed in another finger, curling at a rapid pace. It wasn’t long after that you hit your high, dizzy with pleasure as Ithan stood up wrapping your legs around his hips once more as he kissed you, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

The moment that you came back to your senses, your body ached for more of him, winding your hips against his as he groaned into your open mouth. You guided him to your entrance, his forehead tilted against yours as you whispered, “I love you,” and moaned as he entered you. 

You were both frantic with need as he pounded into you that first round, finally leaving the shower in need of food after the two of you had exhausted yourselves. You ordered a pizza - the two of you cuddling in bed and whispering sweet nothings as you watched the sunball game - until the proximity and warmth of Ithan’s touch set your skin ablaze once more, this time the two of you making love slowly until the pink hues of the sunrise peeked through your window, you finally falling asleep in your mate’s arms.

[danikamariewrites]

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Day 3

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↑𓆩♡𓆪 You've been struggling to find the meaning of living, though your best friend Ithan Holstrom tries his best to get you back onto your feet again. Tw: Mentions of self-harm + small flirting.

i made this keeping my fellow Ithan Holstrom stan in mind, @azrielscrown 🤭

Something inside of Ithan's heart crumbled, as he watched you lay in the same hoodie you wore last week when he came to check up on you. From the doorway, he could smell your body odor and tears beginning to soil your bed sheets. Though when you slowly turned your head towards him, the light from the hallway alerting you that someone was in your house, Ithan took a in sharp breath.

He would never say it out loud but, burning Solas, not only did you smell terrible, but you looked gods awful too. Guilt ate at his gut as he clenched his jaw. He shouldn't have left you alone like this. You said that you'd be fine, that you preferred to not have any company over, but by the looks of it what you said was bullshit. Though Ithan was pissed at no one else but himself. He could have prevented this if he stayed with you a bit longer until you were up on your feet again.

Ithan surveyed your room, a look of sternness coming down over his eyes like he was on the Sunball field again, making a game plan to get you back to where you needed to be. His eyes then flickered to your blackout drapes before gesturing with his chin towards them.

"Why don't you let some sunlight in?"

You looked him up and down, already bored with the conversation before turning your face back into the pillows. "I like the dark,"

Ithan only furrowed his brows, walking to the drapes before flinging them open. "That's not healthy,"

You cringed. "Yeah, well, if I could have it my way, I'd make it nighttime every day,"

Ithan only sighed, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"What can I do?"

"Nothing,"

"Y/N," Ithan frowned, reaching his hand out to brush the matted hair from your face. "This isn't okay. You wasting away your days in this room isn't okay and it's not going to get you anywhere,"

No response, not even a glare.

"Alright," Ithan nodded, standing up from the bed only to yank the covers off of you. "We're gonna hang out so get ready,"

"We're hanging out right now," You scowled as Ithan picked you up into his broad, trained arms, walking you into your connected bathroom.

Rolling his eyes, he sat you on the bathroom counter, hooking his fingers under the hoodie you wore as he looked up at you with hesitancy in his eyes. "Can I take this off?"

You only nodded before Ithan lifted the hoodie off from your body, now sitting in nothing but a loose bralette and panties. You didn't bother to try covering yourself up, the energy to care about anything anymore had long gone been thrown out the window. Though Ithan did not blink twice at your more exposed state, instead turning around to fill your bath with warm water. He'd seen enough females in more promiscuous clothing or lack thereof in his life to care. But that was during the time he was still in college, when he was nothing more than a cocky, flirty, Sunball player who gamed and studied all day and partied all night. Now he only had one female he was ready to settle down with.

Ithan glanced at the millions of bottles of soaps, lotions, and oils that littered the side of the bathtub. Flynn would have a field day in your bathroom. He also made note of the razor that was placed on one of your shelves, trying not to convince himself that you'd ever do such a thing.

"Snow Angel" was the name of the bath soap Ithan had picked out for you, pouring more than necessary into the warm water. Bubbles began to form from the soap as Ithan walked back to where you sat, finding you already staring at him.

"I'm going to go make us food, okay?" Ithan didn't mention that he would also strip the sheets from your bed, replacing them with much cleaner, newer ones. "I should be done the same time you'll be,"

You stared back at him, searching his eyes for something he did not know before hopping of off the counter to further undress yourself. Ithan walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him, giving you privacy while he cleaned your room. He replaced your sheets, threw all of your dirty clothes into your hamper, and placed a fresh water bottle onto your nightstand for whenever you’d need it.

As Ithan started making Spaghetti, his favorite and only dish he knew how to make, his mind drifted back to a time where he was in the exact position you were in. After Conor has died. No one was there to help pick him up where he needed to be. Not his pack or the Sunball team he left. Or Bryce who was grieving in her own isolated way. It was just him until he met the guys. His true pack. But you did not have that yet. Ithan knew you only had him and Bryce so he made it his duty to always be there for you under any and every circumstance.

After plating up and filling two glasses of water, Ithan stood at you bathroom door, knocking to see if you were finished with your bath. Though no response came after he knocked a few times, even when he asked for your permission to come in, still nothing. Anxiety crept into Ithan’s skin as your razor flashed through his mind once again.

“Y/N?” Ithan tried again. “I’m going to come in now,”

You were still silent as Ithan opened the door, finding you soaking in the bath with your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them. Ithan sighed, scenting no blood and seeing that there was no harm near. With careful steps he walked towards you before getting on his knees to sit next to the tub.

“Do you need help?” Ithan saw how your hair was still dry and matted, and that you probably hadn’t washed the rest of yourself either.

You sniffed, a clear indication that you had been crying. The small sound tugged at Ithan’s heart strings, a slight wince crossing his face before he gently and slowly reached out to grab the bottle of fancy shampoo. After squirting some into the palm of his hand, Ithan began to draw circles into your scalp with the soap as bubbles and suds formed into your hair, washing it clean. Ithan then proceeded to grab the washcloth and tenderly scrub at your back before washing the rest of your body. Even your breasts, after you'd fully yielded yourself to him.

Judgement had not crossed Ithan's features once as he patiently took care of you. He understood. Without having to tell him anything, he understood the feeling, the hopelessness. Even if he did not know what triggered you to go into a depressive state, he still empathized with you.

Ithan helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your shoulders as a pile of clothes appeared on the countertop. The corners of Ithan's lips lifted into a smirk at his old, folded jersey. He looked at you, eyebrows raised in amusement as you stared at the number twelve printed on the jersey, a blush blooming onto your cheeks.

"I didn't intend to specifically choose that," You talked of your Fae abilities, being that you were able to summon intimate objects from place to place. "I just wanted clothes,"

"You kept it after all these years?" Ithan unfolded the jersey before putting it over your head as you let the towel drop to the floor.

"It's soft," You shrugged, the blush on your cheeks and neck deepened as you pulled your hair out from the jersey.

Ithan's smirk deepened as the only piece of clothing left was a black laced thong. No pants, only panties.

"I'm glad you kept it," Ithan knelt to slip the thong over your legs, sending you a playful grin. "I like seeing you in what's mine,"

You let out a small scoff, rolling your eyes. "You're insufferable,"

Ithan only grinned before taking your hand to lead you into the kitchen, hopeful at your responsiveness. He sat down at the island counter first before picking you up and plopping you on top of his lap.

You let out a sigh, sending the wolf a playful glare. "You're so clingy,"

Ithan huffed, twirling the fork into the spaghetti before bringing it to your lips. "Eat,"

Your eyes stayed glued to Ithan's as you took a bite of the pasta before humming in approval and grasping the fork from him. Ithan wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his natural heat from his wolf anatomy warm you as he watched your every move.

You gave Ithan a sidelong glance, suspicious to why he was watching you like an endangered animal. “The pasta is really good, thank you,”

Ithan only nodded, now staring at the olive oil that glossed your bottom lip.

“Are you just going to watch me eat?”

“Yeah, I could do that all day,” Ithan’s warm brown eyes flicked back to yours, awaiting your reaction.

You gazed back at him, trying to figure this male out.

“Why are you so consistent with helping me?”

Ithan shrugged not breaking his stare. “I love you,”

Your lips parted, shocked at his spontaneous confession. Though before you could respond, afraid of hearing a rejection, Ithan asked, “Wanna smoke?”

You let out a breathy laugh, nodding before Ithan picked you up and walked to two of you out to your balcony. Ithan sat down on the wooden outdoor chair, you still warm in his lap as he pulled out a Dab Pen and inhaled before blowing out a ring of smoke and passing the pen to you. The two of you passed the pen back and forth in silence, enjoying Ithan’s warms and the calm the mirthroot brought you. The sun began to set, stars twinkling, awaiting to shine in the night.

“Ithan?” You whispered, closing your eyes as you snuggled into his toned chest.

Nothing but warmth, hope, and adoration filled your heart as you laid on top of Ithan, listening to the beat of his steady heart. You’d be forever grateful for the safety and unconditional care he gave you. Maybe this unfortunate disorder you had actually lead you to some thing new between you and Ithan.

“Yeah?” He rasped out, drawing circles into the side of his jersey you wore.

“I love you too,” Were the last words you muttered to him for the night as he kissed your forehead before you fell asleep into his arms.

[thrumbolt]

It has come to my attention that apparently Tharion Ketos, idiot fish himbo from Crescent City, is not a popular character? Like, what are you all on, he is the best part of CC3 next to the single mom deer lady!

Oh well, y'all know what that means....

[azrielsbxtch]

Gwyn texting Azriel