#ithan holstrom fanfic

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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.”

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Ithan Holstrom fanfic is up on AO3 warning spoilers for HOFAS!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53899711/chapters/136799563

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Euphoria | Ithan Holstrom

Ithan Holstrom x Plus Size Reader

Where Y/N finds herself needing to be reminded just how desirable she is, and Ithan Holstrom is more than willing to show her. Here's to all my thick, fat, plus-size girlies who want some SJM men love too xo

Warnings: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, eventual smut and the Ithan being utterly infatuated with his thick, beautiful lady.

MASTERLIST

I stared, unblinking, as Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, kissed his way down the neck of a gorgeous and dark-skinned Faun. I trailed my gaze along as he sucked and bit gently against her soft skin and perfect bone structure, the Faun's eyes closed, her face a mirror of lust and bliss.

The grip I had on my glass tightened and I willed myself not the shatter it, to not draw attention to myself, to how jealous and seething I was.

The fluorescent lights inside the White Raven danced over the two of them, highlighting their ungodly beauty as they danced and rocked against each other to the beat of music. My chest tightened at the way Ruhn's arms wrapped so effortlessly around her slim waist, resting against the perfectly flat length of her stomach, revealed by her cropped bralette.

She was lovely by most standards and typical of the kind of females Ruhn was seen with- tall with small breasts and a small, yet nice ass and petite enough that there wasn't a single place that sat out or rubbed or curved too much.

Unlike me.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, taking a long indulgent sip of my drink to drive away the dryness and the sorrow. It was hard not to trail my mind into those uncharted, dark waters, the kind of scary, hollow place of insecurity where I could pick myself apart and rip any sense of security I had to pieces.

Because unlike that Faun, who had turned now, her toned back facing me as Ruhn kissed her, kissed her with so much passion and need that it made me feel sick. Unlike her, I was not petite or skinny and I did not look like the kind of girl that Ruhn Danaan desired.

"You're glaring, Y/N." A deep voice interrupted my pity party and snapped me back into this room, away from all the meanest, cruellest thoughts I had of myself.

I turned, levelling out my eyes and surprise-filled me when I met with honey-brown eyes and a smile that could melt a girl's heart and drop her panties.

My lip kicked up as I took in the golden-brown soft waves of hair and tan sun-kissed skin, my gaze moved down, over the acres of strong, corded muscle that was further accentuated by the form-fitting t-shirt he wore.

"Ithan Holstrom," I mused, cocking my head at him, and seeing his lip tilt into a lazy smile "You're the last person I expected to see here, I didn't think this was your kind of scene."

"It's not, not really but," He shrugged, glancing over his broad shoulder to where a few wolves sat gathered around a table "But the pack forced me."

"You don't strike me as the type of guy who can be forced to do anything," I raised a brow, tossing a long strand of hair over my shoulder and felt Ithan's eyes track each movement. "Don't try and hide it, you came here for a good time, a good fuck maybe?"

He chuckled at my playful words, the sound rough and heady, running over me and prickling my skin. I forced myself to breathe as he stepped closer, close enough that his hard chest brushed against my breasts, and I felt the warmth and scent of him.

"Is that what you came for?" He asked, though his words weren't a question, not as he looked over my head, his stare pointed, straight to where Ruhn and that Faun stood "Or were you planning to glare at Ruhn Danaan all night, hoping he'd notice you?"

"Don't be a prick," I scowled, my lip curling and I pushed at his chest, hearing a rough bark of laughter escape him as he saw the fire burning in my eyes " I might be pining after Ruhn, but it's no different to how you trailed after Bryce like a lost puppy all these years, Holstrom."

His eyes darkened at that- those honeyed pupils shadowing into a starless night sky. Bryce was a sore topic still, even after two years and I felt guilt gnaw at me, hating myself for mentioning her, for the way that smile tilted down now.

"Bryce didn't want me, I knew she didn't," Ithan gritted back, his jaw locked and his eyes hard "Ruhn might want you, he could want you as badly as you want him, you're just too scared to find out."

"I'm not scared," I said defensively, crossing my arms over my chest, and yet again, I didn't miss how his steely gaze fell, something sparking in them as my top lowered and revealed my ample cleavage. I clear my throat, ignoring the twist in my gut "I'm just realistic, I know Ruhn's type, I've seen his type and I know I'm not it."

"His type?" Ithan mused, raising a dark, thick brow at me "What? Gorgeous? Desirable? No, you're definitely not his type." It was sarcastically drawled, accompanied by a sassy eye roll and it was the least serious I had seen Ithan in years- since Connor died.

"Try petite, skinny and perfect," I snort, but my voice isn't as joking as I would like, it's heavier, weighed down by the reality of the words.

"Bullshit, Y/N," Ithan scowls, and the way his eyes glared out in protest, in defence, it was as if he was furious at me for even saying what I did. "If Ruhn fucking Danaan thinks you're not perfect then he's a bigger asshole than I already thought he was."

I felt my face heat, my body turning hot and needy at his words, at the honesty and conviction behind them. He stepped closer, close enough that I smelt the mint and alcohol on his warm breath, and a fire sparked in my core- and I didn't step back.

"You think I'm perfect?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and shaking slightly. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes, couldn't stop watching the lust roil in them, darkening them by each second, we inched closer, drawn together like magnets. "Don't fuck with me Ithan, I mean it."

"Y/N, while you were busy glaring down Danaan and the Faun," Ithan said, his voice slipping into a low timbre, the gruffness clawing over my nerves and making me breathless "I was staring at you."

"You were?" My voice was softer than I wanted it to be, but my defences were wearing down. I had always found Ithan attractive, always wondered what he would be like as more than a friend. And as his hand snaked around my waist, large, veined, and ringed, and slowly dragged me to him, I knew that those feelings hadn't faded with time.

"You might not believe me, but I was staring at you, alongside damn near every other male in this room, Y/N," Ithan muttered, his face inches from mine and when his nose brushed against my cheek, my eyes fluttered. "If you had just looked around you, you would have seen how many wanted you- and how could they not?"

I felt his hand trail down my back and sides, over the rolls and curves of flesh, and I felt nauseous, hating that he could feel it. But he growled, a purely animal sound, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he was holding himself back as if touching me brought him to the edge of his control.

"Ithan," I swallowed, steeling my spine, and forcing back the fierceness and power I was used to wielding with men, "I'm not Bryce Quinlan."

"And I'm not Ruhn Danaan," He shot back immediately, his lip quirking "But that doesn't change the fact that I fucking want you, and I know you want me too."

I inhaled a shaky, long breath, my throat drying out at his words and at all the sinful, dirty images that flashed through my mind, filthy enough that I had to clench my thighs shut.

"Let's walk to yours, no cab," I say hoarsely, ignoring the way he grinned as I grabbed his hand and began dragging him to the exit. He followed dutifully, his fingers interlocking with mine, his thumb brushing soothing, soft strokes against my palm.

"Why?" He laughed, his brow raising at me as I glanced over my shoulder and I didn't miss the way my body ignited, striking, and burning as his gaze trailed over my skin.

"Because I can't promise I won't ride you in the back seat," I said honestly, gnawing on my lip as my eyes met his over my shoulder "And I don't want the night to end before it's even begun."

"Fuck," Ithan swore, low and dirty, and I could smell his arousal.

Just like I knew he could smell mine.

***

We walked through The Wolves Den with ease, silent and quick-paced as we waded through each corridor and climbed floor after floor.

Ithan had wanted to take the lift straight to his floor and had been so on edge that he looked as if he might have taken me against the wall in the goddamn lobby if I had given him the say-so. But I wanted him at breaking point, wanted that wolf inside him to come out clawing, biting and roaring.

So instead, we walked, each second that passed and the silence that stretched drawing the tension tauter and tauter, and I could feel my blood thrum in anticipation. Ithan looked over at me as we walked down the final corridor- and the smirk he wore, the knowing gleam in his eyes, told me everything he wanted to do.

"You have got to be kidding me, Ithan," A voice declared, female and high-pitched, loud enough that it grated against my senses and had both of us coming to a reluctant halt. I eyed the fifth door, which happened to be Ithan's room, with need. "Bringing the trash home?"

"Watch it, Amelie," Ithan growled, his eyes tapering in warning as he turned to glare at the dark-haired, golden-eyed female before him. His pack member- and a total hateful bitch.

"Why? Scared I'll scare away your whore for the night?" She snorted, her arms folding over her chest as she looked at me, amusement and cruelty gleaming in her eyes. I saw her stare trail between us, taking in our interlocked hands, the way our arousals wafted in the air, and she scowled.

Jealous, that much was obvious.

"Hey, Ithan?" I mused, glancing sideways at him, and smiling sweetly. He rose a brow at me, confused and half-amused. "Are the walls here thin?" I stared pointedly, past Amelie, to the open door at her side, number four- right next to Ithan's.

Ithan seemed to catch onto my thought trail and chuckled lowly, nodding his head "Very thin."

"Amelie," I smirked, my hand trailing up Ithan's muscled chest as he punched in the code and pushed open his room door, "When you touch yourself tonight, imagining that Ithan's fucking you and not me, don't be too loud- Ithan might hear it and go limp."

"You fucking-" Her eyes burned, and so did her cheeks, outrage and embarrassment filling her as she stepped toward me.

"Have a good night, I know I will." I winked and Ithan's laughter flittered over to me, caressing my skin like a phantom touch. The door clicked shut behind me, and suddenly, Amelie was gone, and it was just me and him, in his room, together, and alone.

"I don't think I've ever seen Amelie that red before, she's not used to being put in her place like that," Ithan noted, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned against the back of his sofa "She's not going to let that go, you know?"

"Amelie's a neurotic, insecure bitch," I scowl, walking a few tentative steps further into his room, "She can get fucked, I couldn't care less."

Ithan doesn't say anything else, remaining silent as my gaze lifts and washes over his room. I take in the four bare walls and the simple brown sofa, glass table and TV, a large double bed at the furthest wall and a chest of drawers and a matching wardrobe at its side.

"Not what you were expecting?" Ithan asked, cocking his head to the side as he observed my expression. I pursed my lips, looking over his folded arms, the way the muscles bulged, and I swallowed.

"I'm not sure what I expected," I say honestly, my voice quiet and when I slowly began to walk over to Ithan, I felt the tension in the air go taut. I paused, standing just before where he sat on the sofa's back, looking at me with a wry smile. "Were you being honest when you said that the walls are thin?"

"I was," He chuckled, revealing two sharp canines on either side of his upper teeth and I shivered at the sight of them. I imagined them against my skin, teasing, scrapping, and biting and I clenched my hands. "Were you being honest when you said you would be having a good night?"

I smiled at the heat in his eyes, at the way we were so close, yet we didn't touch not in one single place, and I knew he was holding out, restraining himself from grabbing on to me, just as I was.

"I plan to have a good night," I say, cocking my head in challenge "But really, it's up to you how good of a night for me it is."

One second, I'm standing before Ithan, smirking, cocky as I watch the lust burning in his eyes, and then the next, his fingers are wrapping around my throat, his ring digging into my jugular as he pulls me to him.

I groan as his mouth collides with mine and my body shakes at the heady, desperate way his lips move against me, tasting me, devouring me, taking me like it's his last night on Midgard. I melted into the strength and solidity of him, his hand at my throat, the firm pressure there, making my body turn weak.

Ithan's lips move against me, deep, languished strokes that fan the embers sparking in my stomach and I dig my nails into his chest, curling my fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt, needing to tether myself to him, to keep myself upright.

I whimper at the feeling of his left hand descending my body, his fingers gripping against every bit of flesh and curve with need, all the way from the top of my spine to the curve of my ass, and he groans as he cups me, the flesh spilling out and soft against his palm.

“Bed, now,” I pull back, my faces only inches from his and we’re both panting wildly, lust and need dancing in our gazes, like a mirror.

“Hm, not sure I’m a fan of being told what to do in my own place, sweetheart,” Ithan smirks, and my eyes flutter as he draws me closer, biting and suckling against my neck, the feeling of his canines against my skin driving me crazy. “Why don’t you try again?”

“Stop trying to be an alpha male, Ithan,” I manage to grit out, desperately trying to force down the moans that threaten to slip past my lips, but his mouth and tongue against my hot skin make it so hard. “We both know you’re really just a puppy- ah-“

A squeal escapes me as both of Ithan’s arms wrap around me, hooking under my ass and there’s a whoosh of air as he yanks me up into his arms, so fast my heart lurches and I’m locking my legs around his waist and holding onto his t-shirt so tightly I’m surprised it didn’t tear.

“You’re far too coherent right now,” Ithan grumbles and fuck if the sound of it doesn’t go straight between my legs. I hold onto him tighter as he begins to carry me over to bed, looking as if my weight is less than nothing to him right now. “I’m going to need to fix that.”

“Please do,” I whisper, tossing my hair from my face and bringing my lips back against his, slower, deeper, the hardness and ridges of his body brushing against my breasts feeling so good and the long, thick length rubbing against my thigh feels even better.

Ithan smirks against my lips as we thump against the bed and true to his word, Ithan drops me on the bed, so hard and fast I grunt at the impact, my body and tits bouncing as I land on my ass. The sight makes him smile, and the way he towers over me, looking like some kind of God has every nerve in my burning.

“You’re fucking incredible,” He mutters, and the honey in his eyes is gone, melted into the darkest chocolate, the kind that told me every filthy, heady, dirty thing he wanted to do to me. I leaned back on my palms as he rested a knee on the mattress, lowering his pleased face down to mine. “But I bet you’d look even better without all the clothes.”

His hand snakes around to the zip at the back of my top and fuck, fuck, fuck- I freeze.

“Or not?” He mutters, a crease forming between his brows at the way my body physically locks up and his hand immediately stops, resting flat against my back, his thumb rubbing softly to soothe me. “We don’t have to do that if you don’t want-“

“No, no-“ I shake my head, clearing my throat as I bring a hand to cup his jaw, loving the way he melts into the touch, “It was just a habit, a muscle memory reaction- No, trust me, I want to, I want you, Ithan.”

“Good, because I want you too, Y/N,” He mutters, smiling as he brings his mouth down, but he doesn’t pull at the zipper, instead he kisses me, tastes me, and enjoys me, and my hands curl into the root of his hair, glad for that moment of reprieve.

I can tell he’s being sweet because he is sweet, and now that he knows I’m hesitating, he won’t make the next move until he’s sure I’m ready- and I am, I am so fucking ready.

I pull back from him, my eyes locking with his and the room is so silent, deadly silent, as I draw my hand back and ever so slowly tug down the zipper to my top. The sound is almost sensual, making Ithan’s face darken, in anticipation, in feral lust.

I gnaw on my lip as the zipper pulls free and still keeping my eyes on his, I draw the top forward, down my arms, every movement deliberate until the fabric is discarded on the floor beside us. Ithan says nothing as he stares down at me, as he stares down at my bare chest, my breasts heavy and aching and I’ve never been gladder that I chose not to wear a bra.

His Adam’s apple bobs and the breath seizes in my lungs as his cold hand traces across my back, around to my chest and he groans, low and deep, the second his hand cups around my breast. I gasp as he kneads the flesh, his fingers slowly and deliberately tugging on my pebbled nipple.

“Ithan,” I growl, I can’t help it, he’s staring at me, looking like he wants to devour me, but he hasn’t bloody moved. “Do something, for Cthona’s sake.”

“So needy,” He croons, and I nearly sigh when he leans forward again and pushes me back to lay flat against the mattress. My body shivered as he climbed onto the bed, his large figure moving to hover over me, and I felt almost small in comparison to him, a feeling that was unfamiliar to me.

He kissed lower down my neck, his mouth inching closer as his hand kneaded my breast, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers and tugging gently igniting so many sparks that I couldn't even speak, merely moaning breathlessly with each sure touch.

I gasped when his head ducked, his eyes shielded by the strands of hair that fell forward as he plucked one nipple into his mouth. My back arched and my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to hurt as the raw feeling of his tongue and teeth teased me.

“Ithan,” I moaned when he began biting against my nipple, not too hard, but firm enough that I felt the shock go through every nerve ending, sparking, burning, and throbbing, so hard I felt it in my core.

My head spins as Ithan begins shifting lower, and I cringe when he begins trailing his hands down my stomach, instantly thinking over every roll and stretch mark and flesh that was there- not that he seemed to mind. No, he kissed against the skin, trailing his tongue languidly down, just as infatuated as he had been before.

The tension in the air is thick as Ithan runs his calloused hands down the side of my thick thighs, kneading the flesh and teasing the material of my skirt, his intentions obvious. And with the ache beginning to become unbearable between my legs, I don’t hesitate to lift my hips, glad when he immediately hooks his fingers into the top of my skirt- pulling it and my underwear down in one go.

It’s almost amusing how quickly he discards the excess material over his shoulder, so transfixed on the sight of my naked body before him, sprawled out and burning from the intensity of his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” He groans, his voice hoarse and the tightness coiling in my chest eases as he runs his hand up my thighs, feeling the cellulite and stretch marks and grins as he spread my legs apart for him to come between.

My heart races in anticipation as he sinks down below my parted thighs, his eyes burning with satisfaction as he comes level to my core, and the urge to clamp my legs shut fills me- which he seems to sense, if his strong grip on either side of my thigh, keeping spread wide apart is any indication.

I feel his hot breath against my most sensitive part and just when I feel like the seconds are dragging into minutes, making me fidgety and restless, I gasp at the feeling of his tongue flicking against my clit, soft and probing, coaxing out quiet moans from me.

“That’s it,” Ithan purrs and the sound vibrates against my core, making me clench my fingers into the duvet under me for purchase. Ithan seems encouraged by my moans, his tongue lapping against my clit in long languish strokes that draw pleasure from me in waves. “Taste so fucking good.”

He grins against me, cocky, sure, and under any other circumstances I’d hate it, but right now, I can’t find it in me. Instead, I reach down, lacing my fingers through his soft hair, tugging, yanking, and scratching, coaxing Ithan to give me more- which he happily does.

“Fuck, oh my-“ Two fingers prod my wet entrance, and the sound is so lewd as he quickly stuffs the two digits inside me, stretching me in the most perfect yet painful way, especially when he curls those two digits, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

“There we go,” Ithan coaxes softly, feeling my body start to vibrate and writhe, that pool of pleasure building and building within me, plummeting fast and harder as he fucks his fingers in and out steadily, in tandem with the smooth agile movement of his tongue against my clit. “There we go, such a good girl.”

I cry out, trembling and moaning as a white-hot blaze burns through me, starting at my core and running into my thighs and stomach, all the way down to my toes. I pant, my head fogging with the overwhelming blanket of pleasure that Ithan’s smothered me with.

Ithan groans, his teeth tugging at my sore clit before he eventually lets go, his fingers slipping out of me with ease. I exhale harshly at the loss of contact, sagging back as the euphoria dies down and my body settles into calm again.

Ithan ascends my body, a shit-eating grin on his wet lips and I don’t have time to even speak before he captures my mouth in his, pushing his tongue deep into me, letting me taste myself.

“How’s that for a puppy, sweetheart?” He mutters, biting my bottom lip and I roll my eyes at the sheer masculine satisfaction in his voice, in those bright eyes as he stares at me.

“Don’t be an arrogant prick,” I snipe back, ignoring Ithan’s laughter as I place either hand on his shoulder and the surprise that lights his face as I yank him down onto the bed beside me, flipping us so that I’m straddling him, makes me grin. “I’m still in charge, Ithan.”

“If this is you being in charge, I’m not fucking complaining,” He smirks lazily, his voice heavy with lust as he leans back, his eyes oh so slowly trailing across my body atop his, looking like the cat that got the cream as he enjoys every inch of me.

I smile, soft, as I run my hands against the seam of his t-shirt, my thumbs hooking under the material and slowly dragging it up- revealing inch after inch of tan, smooth skin, so much corded muscle it makes me hot. Ithan easily helps, and it’s not long before the material is over his head and thrown to the ever-growing pile of clothes on his floor.

I drag my core against the front seam of Ithan’s jeans, and our groans mix in the air at the feeling of his hard length brushing against me. I don’t waste any time, Ithan’s eyes never leaving me as I move my hands to the front of his jeans, my fingers fumbling against the button and zipper, almost desperate as I open them, tugging the materials down just a little.

“Shit,” I mutter, my eyes widening as Ithan’s hard cock slips out, breaking free and slapping back against his stomach. Ithan snorts at my reaction, at the sheer surprise on my face at the size of him, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment as he smiles at me. “Shut up.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” His eyes flutter as I grip my hand around his hard length, my fingers struggling to find purchase as I palm up and down, every moan and gasp that escapes him egging me on. “You’re fucking killing me here, sweetheart.”

“Poor puppy,” I tease, smirking and Ithan’s canines expose in warning, his hands coming to either side of my hips, and when he slowly lifts me up, dragging me closer to him, I prepare myself for the feeling of him inside me.

“Shit, shit,” I moan as Ithan’s cock brushes my entrance and I ever so slowly sink down, down, down, until he’s stretching me like he’s going to break me in two, until his tip brushes something far and deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ithan swears, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips and thighs so tightly, I can feel the cut of his nails.

I flutter my eyes as the burn soon seeps into pleasure and we both suck in a gasp of air when I drag up, so deliberate and slow, all the way to the tip, before slamming back down, hard and fast. Ithan swears, his chest rising and falling so fast as I do it again and again, his cock slipping against my wet core like it was made for me.

“Ithan, oh-“ I whimper as I ride up and down his cock, alternating between fast, hard strokes and long, slow ones, Ithan’s hands at my hips guiding me along, helping me chase after the relief, and I know I won’t last long, not with the cord within me tightening so perfectly.

“Look at you riding my cock so well,” Ithan praises roughly, his teeth gritted as he pants and moans every time he sinks into me, and when my eyes lock with his, I’ve never felt more seen, more desired in my life. “Look at those tits bouncing, fuck, taking me so good Y/N.”

He ruts his hips up to meet me, the sound of him fucking in and out of me, so wild and demanding, is like music in the room, mixing with our moans, our low curses, and the way our hands wander over each other, unable to get enough.

My fingers scratch against Ithan’s chest and abs, my body starting to shake and weaken at how good it feels, how he’s hitting against a spot that makes my insides turn to mush, again and again. Ithan must sense my fatigue, sense my head spinning, because he grabs me, and within seconds, we’ve flipped over and he’s on top of me now.

His hand guides my thighs around his hips and my eyes roll, my back arches, as he sinks in even deeper and I whimper into his lips, into his mouth at the brutal pace he sets, slamming into me again and again, unrelenting, and merciless, so fucking good I can’t catch my breath.

My eyes flutter open as Ithan’s hand wraps around my throat, pressing firmly on either side of my neck and when my eyes meet his when I see the burning, commanding, domineering power behind them, it’s like something in me rips in two.

He hits a spot, some magic, fathomless spot inside me and it all shatters to pieces like glass.

“Ithan, I’m-“ I cry out, black dots blurring my vision and my body bucking and writhing against his hard muscles as release ripples over me like a tidal wave. Ithan grunts as I clench around him, suffocating his cock inside me, the orgasm hitting me and lasting longer than I’ve ever had.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it,” Ithan whispers, panting against my lips, and I feel his movements become sloppier, more erratic, more careless, driven to the edge by me coming around him. “Everyone in the whole fucking Dens gonna know whose making you feel this good.”

I whimper at the filthy words he grunts into my ear, my body trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm, edged on by the way Ithan still fucked in and out of me, chasing his own high and when his forehead rests against mine and he groans, guttural and heady and low, I know he’s found it.

The sound he makes, the growl that escapes him, reverberates through the whole damn room and my body is aching as he comes to a gradual stop inside me, our sweaty, panting bodies, melting into each other as we climb down from our peaks.

Ithan groans as he slowly slips out of me, the feeling of his warm cum leaking from me and dripping down my skin making me blush, and the small smirk that lines his lips as he inches back to look at me tells me he finds it both amusing and adorable.

“I can feel your cum leaking down my thigh,” I breathe and Ithan's eyes flutter, rolling as he laughs, burying his face into my neck dramatically, as if I were completely ruining him.

“Keep saying shit like that, Y/N and I might just have to chain you to this bed,” Ithan mutters against my skin, kissing and nibbling across my neck and jaw before he meets my lips again, kissing me sweetly as if memorising the taste and feel of me.

“After that, I’m tempted to let you, Ithan,” I grin, sighing as he rests his weight on top of me, his arms on either side making sure not to crush me, but the warmth and touch is welcome.

“Are you still thinking about Ruhn Danaan?” He muses, cocking his head, and the honey has returned back to his eyes, that smile turning boyish and soft again as he stares down at me.

“No,” I say simply, honestly, dragging my hand up his chest and neck, before settling against his jaw, my thumb drawing lines across the hard ridge there. “Are you still thinking about Bryce Quinlan?”

“Definitely not,” He smiles, earnest and firm and the sight makes my entire body heat again.

“Good,” I let my eyes darken, letting him see just what I was thinking as I wrap a leg around his hip, drawing his hardening cock back down against me- and he grins with feral delight at the action. “Because I haven’t quite gotten you out of my system yet, Puppy.”

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@mis-lil-red @hyemishii @assaultsofthought @starswholistenanddreamsanswered

[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.

[oliviajdjarin]

Ruhn Danaan: Sweet Relief

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x female!reader (she/her)

Summary: “You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.

He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.

“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”

Warnings: Period Sex, heavy descriptions of period blood, she uses a sanitary pad, p in v sex, slight dirty talk, SWEARING, reader is insecure, she has severe period cramps, spoilers for all of CC, the White Raven is alive, Queen Bryce is here for like 30 seconds, protected sex, orgasming, and Ruhn being a gentleman. This could also work in the Personal universe, but it also works outside of it.

A/N: if anyone can find me a real life Ruhn Danaan, I’d very much appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you to anyone who supports me or my writing. It means a lot. :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it is very appreciated <3

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(Pic gotten from Pinterest)

“Give me a break, Bryce,” Ruhn mumbled into his drink.

“I’m serious!” she defended, her amber eyes widening even more.

“The last thing Y/N wants me to do right now is touch her. You’re just trying to get my face bitten off.”

Bryce huffed out of her nose, and set her drink on the sticky wooden bar. Ruhn knew her well enough to know he had delightfully riled her up.

“I’m not fucking around Ruhn. Look it up for fuck’s sake.”

Ruhn shook his head again and chuckled.

“Look, I didn’t want to have to say this, but Hunt and I have tried this many times—”

“Fuck Bryce, okay—”

“—and it’s always worked!” Bryce said, but the end of her sentence was cut off by her own laughter.

Ruhn laughed with her, enough that his shoulders began to shake. He shook his head again, trying to keep any images of his sister locked away from his mind.

“All I’m saying is that even suggesting it would impress her. Trust me.”

Ruhn hummed, thinking of all of the other ways he had tried to impress you, bedroom or otherwise. His drink burned nearly as badly as not having you by his side, laughing along with Bryce and her lack of filter.

He had seen you an hour ago, and you were currently lying in his bed, yet he still managed to ache for you.

“Ache for you?” Was he a fucking teenager?

You made him feel like one, that’s for sure.

Your period had come with a vengeance, and there was no way in Hel you would make it to the White Raven for your weekly drinks with Bryce.

Your words, not his.

You apologized profusely, of course, and told him to tell Bryce that you would make it up to her.

“I know,” he mumbled, and kissed you on the forehead. He offered to stay home with you at least fifty times before you practically shoved him out of the bedroom.

He then explained to Bryce why you were not bound to his side as you usually were, which led Bryce into spilling her “period advice of the century.”

In simple terms: sex. In Bryce’s terms: “Earth-shattering orgasms.”

Which led him here.

“Thanks Bryce,” he replied. “I’ll sure as Hel try.”

Bryce winked at him as she sipped her champagne. She could see how his eyes simmered at the mere mention of your name.

She couldn’t be happier for her brother.

“You’re a better male than half the ones in this bar,” she said quietly. “Most males wouldn’t put their dick anywhere near that.”

He swirled the liquid in his glass, smirking to himself.

“I’m not like most males.”

~*~

You’d never wanted to crawl out of your own skin more than you did that night.

You swore there was a wolf inside of you, scratching and shredding you from the inside out. The muscles from your thighs to your toes tingled with a pins-and-needles sensation, and you felt the blood continuously draining from your face.

Ruhn’s never-ending supply of heating pads and massagers were helping, but the waves were never ending. The first few days were always agony , and there was no part of your body that wasn’t contorting in pain.

You were nauseous, sweating, and fucking pissed.

All you wanted was to go out for drinks with the love of your life and your best friend. That’s all.

You weren’t even strong enough to do that.

You wanted to cry. Everything hurt and you just wanted a few minutes of nothing. No pain, no headaches, no pajamas soaked in sweat. That’s all you needed.

You brought your hands to your lower stomach, pressing the heating pad so tightly against your bare stomach it burned, but you didn’t care. Tears began to dribble down your cheek. Nothing else would make you feel better.

“Y/N?”

Except for that.

You recognized him from his steps alone. He didn’t even need to announce himself.

You heard him discard his boots, setting them on the shoe rack, and unzip his jacket. The fabric ruffled when he set it on its designated hanger, and a plastic bag ruffled as well.

If he brought you back food, you would propose on the spot.

“I have a surprise,” he said from behind the bedroom door.

Your sweat-covered mouth turned into a smile involuntarily. “Will you marry me?”

He chuckled as he opened the door, and your stomach ignited at his beauty. Those butterflies never seemed to disappear around him.

“You know I will,” he replied, and you smiled even wider.

He was in black jeans and a grey T-shirt, with his hair down and clean. His blue eyes pierced the darkness of the room even more so than usual, probably from the drink or two he had with Bryce. His right hand curled around the bag of takeout, highlighting the veins in his forearms.

What really got you, however, was how his broad and muscular body was highlighted by the yellow-toned lamps you had on, making him and his glorious tattoos that much more accentuated. 

Maybe it was your hormones, or maybe it was the way he set his fucking house keys down on the night stand perfectly domestically, but parts of your body began heating up in a way that masked the tension in your muscles just so.

“I brought your favorite,” he said, rocking the bag back and forth in his grip. “Shitty White Raven food always makes you feel better.”

He made you feel better. He always made you feel better.

You nodded, smiling up at him with your hands still pressed firmly against your abdomen.

He set the take-out bag on the night stand as well and sat down on the bed, curving his body to face your own.

He scanned your frame, noting how many chords were stretched across the room to your stomach, and he frowned slightly. He moved his eyes up to your face, and the sticky tears lacing your cheeks were ever present to him.

You gulped, smiling soulfully, and he breathed deeply. Looking at you. Trying to find the right words to say.

He always felt your pain as if it was his own.

“Did you guys get drunk?” you asked teasingly, cutting the tension.

His mouth curved into a small smile. “Not even tipsy.”

You hummed, looking away from him awkwardly.

He inhaled a short breath, and you looked up at him once more. “Can…can I touch you?”

You blinked once. Twice.

“Yeah,” you replied huskily, and he brought his right hand over to your face. His wide thumb brushed the tears from your left cheek, then your right, and your eyes fluttered at the sensation. He then brought his mouth to your forehead, kissing it firmly, before pressing your foreheads together.

Your cramps still stretched up your back, but a thin blanket of bliss coated your body at his tender touch.

He pressed kisses down your nose, landing with one on your mouth, before mumbling.

“Any better?”

You breathed in the smell of his aftershave. “No.”

He swallowed, nodding his head, and pressed his hand atop your own. He pressed down, sinking the heat of the heating pad even deeper into your muscles. You exhaled at this, not even realizing how loud it was, and his fingertips curled around your own.

“Bryce sends her wishes,” he said against your lips. “I believe her exact words were ‘when Mother Nature brings Y/N Y/L/N down, you know it’s fucking bad.’”

You smiled, wishing you could hear those words in her own voice, but you could picture it well enough.

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled, pecking your lips once more.

“You were gone for an hour baby.”

“I know. Trust me.”

You both laughed at that, and he pulled away from your face to bring his free hand to your face, framing it perfectly.

He brushed your cheek bone with his thumb before bringing it down to your chin.

“I missed you too,” you said. “Anymore Bryce updates?”

Something clouded his eyes at your question. It looked like a mix of anxiety and uncertainty, with a touch of…curiosity?

Your eyebrows came together at this, and you rubbed your thumb against his hand.

“Not really,” he said. “She uh…she just had some advice for me, I guess.”

You tilted your head, urging him to continue.

“Advice?”

“Yeah…period advice.”

You smiled, and snorted a laugh. “I can only imagine what she said.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. She called it her ‘period advice of the century.’”

“Well then,” you laughed out, “let’s hear it.”

He swallowed harshly, fidgeting with your fingers. Why was he so nervous?

“It’s not something we have tried before, so I don’t want to make you…uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? We?

You squeezed his hand. “What is it Ruhn? You can say it.”

He swallowed again, and licked his lips as he shook his head. “She said, and these are her words by the way, not mine, she said that I should give you ‘Earth-shattering orgasms.’”

Your eyes widened. Ruhn kept eye contact with you, desperately trying to gauge how you felt about her advice, but you could barely meet his gaze.

Not when an obscene amount of heat shot down your lower body, and your toes curled at the thought of Ruhn touching you in all the ways you imagined when he walked through the door.

Gods you wanted it. You wanted him. So badly your core began to ache with something other than pain.

His eyes continued to devour yours, unable to read your shock at your own reaction to his words.

“We don’t have to do anything Y/N. That was completely Bryce’s idea, and I didn’t even mention—”

“No, it’s okay,” you said, leaning back on your elbows. “It’s okay.”

He nodded and pressed down on your heating pad, rocking it side to side over your skin to spread the heat.

You nearly moaned.

You’d thought about period sex many times. Even before you met Ruhn. It seemed you could not go a period without remembering the copious amounts of articles you had read, boasting about how orgasms and penetration lessen period cramps dramatically.

You just never thought any male would have an interest.

“You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.

He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.

“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”

Holy Hel

“Really?” you asked, your voice raising in disbelief. “It doesn’t… gross you out?”

He softened his smile and shook his head before saying, “Nothing about you would ever gross me out.”

If you didn’t want him to fuck you before, you definitely did now.

Maybe he could smell your change in demeanor already, or maybe he was starting to feel the exact same sensations you were, but he squeezed onto your heating pad that much tighter, flexing his arms all the way up to his shoulders.

“You need to communicate with me Y/N,” he mumbled. His voice was rich with arousal, deepening his already low octave. A rope of tension was beginning to stretch between the both of you. “You owe me nothing. If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. Please.”

You nodded, sitting up higher on your elbows.

“I will. I want you to do the same.”

He nodded, flashed you a quick smile, and started leaning in. He had just kissed all down your face, pecking your lips as he did, but this felt different.

You both knew the desired destination, making your breaths hot and your blood boil. The tension was now at risk of suffocating you.

He stopped inches from your mouth to frame your face with his hands once more, and brought his lips to yours.

He kissed you so gently that you felt yourself already beginning to deflate. He tasted like mint with a touch of whiskey, which made you smile inwardly. He either expected you to say yes, or really fucking hoped you would.

He began with small pecks, but allowed them to linger more and more as he continued. Your lips molded perfectly to each other, just as they always had.

He brought his right hand to your lower back and pressed lightly, causing the entirety of your spine to be laid flat on the bed. You exhaled, enjoying the way your muscles relaxed as he guided you down. He started breathing heavier as he framed your hips with his knees and the entirely of his body hovered over yours.

Your heart began beating louder and louder in your head, and the already steady blood flow toward your abdomen was heating up your body from your brain to your toes.

You realized, for the first time in hours, that you didn’t feel any pain. None at all.

You were on your period, and Ruhn was fucking on top of you. You would have to personally thank whatever gods dropped him in your lap.

He began licking between your lips as he kissed you, teasing you with his tongue, and you kissed him harder and harder. You wanted the taste of him to coat every inch your mouth.

You brought your hands up towards his hair and skated them down the expanse of his body when his tongue finally entered your mouth, and you groaned against him, digging your nails down into his t-shirt.

It was like that prick of pain snapped him back into reality, causing him to pull completely off of you.

“Towel,” he whispered through his red, swollen lips. His chest still heaving. “We need a towel.”

He climbed off the bed and sprinted to your shared laundry room, leaving you with your arms frozen in midair. You laughed at his eagerness, and you heard many types of fabric begin to smack against the tile floor. You could picture it, him pulling out every towel you owned in search for a stained or dark-colored one, and tossing the expensive ones over his shoulder.

Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, bested by a towel.

His steps finally echoed back up to your room, and he held what had to be a decade-old maroon-colored towel with the Crescent City University logo blasted across the entirety of it.

“It’ll do,” you said, still laughing. He laughed with you, his face still flushed, as he moved over to your night stand in search for a condom. He pulled one from the package and brought it to his mouth before delicately raising your lower body off the comforter. He laid the towel over the fabric, and laid your legs back down, condom still between his teeth.

You watched him the entire time, picturing the many ways he planned on taking you. The sweat coating your body soon became the desired kind.

He climbed over you once more, but sat on his knees. You brought your hands forward to fumble with the zipper on his jeans, but he shook his head.

“Uh uh,” he said, his voice muffled by the wrapping in his mouth. “Keep your hands here.”

He took your wrists in his hands and pressed them onto the heating pad still placed on your bare stomach. He pressed down firmly before taking his hands off of yours slowly, making sure you did as he asked. The heat continued to spread over your sore muscles, and you exhaled out of your nose. You felt the best you had in hours.

“Just in case this doesn’t work,” he said, winking at you, and unzipped his own jeans. He slid them off of his ankles, placing both of his forearms next to your head for balance, and you took the opportunity to bite the end of the condom with your own teeth, successfully stealing it from him. You smiled as best you could, and raised your eyebrows in victory.

His mouth opened in shock—genuine shock—and he shook his head side to side.

“Gods Y/N. Fuck.”

You laughed through your teeth, and he kissed your cheek slowly. His breath skated over your face as he spoke.

“Should’ve suggested this sooner.”

You continued smiling at him, your stomach bubbling in anticipation, and he pushed off of you to remove his shirt and underwear.

You were met with a body you knew better than your own, but could never seem to get enough of.

Every mole, every scar, every tattoo, every ab, you had kissed it. Loved it. Adored it. You had every inch memorized, and yet you looked at him like he fashioned the stars in the sky. Every time.

The darkening lust in both of your eyes lightened with love, and you felt the familiar sense of safety Ruhn Danaan always brought you.

He leaned down and pecked your nose, allowing you to feel the softness of his skin against your palms. He then stole the condom back with his teeth and laughed through his nose.

You rolled your eyes, and he pulled on the bottom of your shirt. You nodded, and moved your arms up so he could remove it entirely.

He looked at your bare upper-body with as much love as you did to his, and set the condom down next to your face to kiss along your collarbone.

Something about the mix of his gentleness and eagerness made every inch of your skin hypersensitive to every kiss. Chills erupted down your body, and shaky breaths began to escape from your mouth. He kissed from your collarbone down through the center of your breasts before finally landing on your stomach.

He placed a delicate hand on your heating pad before asking, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, already prepared for the rush of pain and agony that would worm its way up your body when he did. He knew it too, so he brushed the heating pad off the bed and removed your underwear in one swipe.

The pain returned, so harshly your spine spasmed and your hands gripped the sheets. You hissed through your teeth and released a quiet whine.

“It’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’ll fix it,” Ruhn said quickly, looking more unsure than ever. “What should I…do you want my fingers—”

“No,” you responded. Harsher than you intended. “I need you inside me. All of you.”

He nodded quickly, and ripped the condom open with his teeth, sliding it over his swollen shaft. Despite the wolf once again attacking your reproductive organs, you felt your mouth water at the sight, causing a foreign feeling of pain and pleasure to curl in your lower stomach.

You continued to grip the sheets as he lined himself up against your entrance, and he brushed a hand across your forehead.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he said, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Tell me if this hurts Y/N. Please.”

You shook your head, and managed to mumble over your heavy breathing. “Always.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath, and pushed into you slower than he ever had before.

You were so slick he entered you fully in seconds, and his tip was nearly hitting your walls until finally—

“Holy fuck.”

There it was—sweet relief.

Any inkling of pain you had evaporated off of you. Your body melted and your eyes rolled so far back you were seeing stars.

It was pure euphoria. Every inch of him.

Ruhn was shaking—shaking—above you. “You’re so—fuck you’re so warm.”

He could barely get a full breath in. “Gods you feel like heaven.”

You exhaled erotically into his shoulder. “Ruhn, please move.”

He groaned into your neck, and slowly began rocking back and forth. You brought your hands from the sheets to his back, feeling every muscle twitch and ripple against the pads of your fingers, and another moan left your mouth.

You were getting tighter and tighter, and that all too familiar ball in the pit of your stomach was beginning to unravel.

“Y/N I—I can’t. I can’t last, I’m not gonna—”

He hissed in pleasure, and you kissed across his jawline.

“Keep moving. Please keep moving.”

He did. He rocked and rocked and rocked, harder and harder and harder, until you were both moaning messes. You could feel yourself dripping onto the towel and down your legs, but not one part of you cared. Neither did Ruhn.

“You’re so fucking perfect. You feel so perfect,” he whined—whined— in your ear, rocking as hard as he possibly could. “I can feel you. Fuck I can feel you starting to come.”

You were. You were so close.

“I’m there. I’m right there,” you whispered, and ran your hands down his stomach. His muscles clenched at your touch, and you smiled at the effect you were having on him.

His whines were turning into groans; his tell-tale sign that he was right there with you.

“Ruhn, I—"

But with one touch of his fingertip to your clit, you were gone. Completely fucking gone.

You had never come so hard in your life, and neither had he.

You had to have blacked out, at least for a second, because you opened your eyes to Ruhn kissing down your neck and around your breasts, whispering sweet nothings.

“You did it. You did it Y/N. You’re okay.”

Your head was buzzing with pure ecstasy, and tears coated your cheeks once again. You felt as if you were floating, free of the prison your cramps had kept you in all day.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Ruhn, bringing your hands up to his scalp. “Thank you Ruhn.”

He pressed a firm kiss to your left breast, smirking. “Don’t fucking thank me Y/N. I should be thanking you every godsdamn day of my life.”

His eyes locked with yours as he said this, and the pure love in his eyes was nothing short of a gift.

He pressed more kisses down your stomach, lingering on the moles and markings you had, and smiled again.

“Was it Earth-shattering?”

You laughed deeply at his question, and you nodded your head up and down. “Definitely.”

“Good,” he responded. “I did my job.”

As your high began to slowly fade, the feeling in your legs returned, and a layer of stickiness coated the entirety of your inner thighs.

Ruhn reached an arm down to his lower body, effectively pulling off the condom. You felt him set it in between your legs.

He brought his face up to yours, and kissed you firmly. Firmer than you expected. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, and watched his naked frame leave the room. The night outside was still cut by your golden lamps, which followed him as he walked, coating him with golden yellow beams.

You wished you had a lifetime to stare.

Once he was gone, you exhaled, basking in a body free of pain and discomfort. You rubbed your palms over your eyes and yawned, unable to keep a smile of contentment off of your face for longer than a few seconds.

You had never felt so elated. So free.

Ruhn’s steps started towards your room, and he entered with another cloth in his hands.

“Couldn’t forget this,” he said, grinning at you.

You grinned back, opening up your legs for him. He brought the cloth to your legs, and you hummed when the heat of it hit your skin.

No matter the time of day, location, or longevity, Ruhn always cleaned you after sex. Demanded was more like it. You had told him countless times you could do it for yourself every once in a while, you even asked if you could return the favor, but a shake of his head was always his response. Nothing more.

He leaned on the bed, holding the cloth inches from your tender skin, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I love you Ruhn. I love you.”

He looked up at you, his blue eyes still piercing through your very being, and kissed the top of your knee. “I love you Y/N. More than anything.”

He then dragged the warm material down your legs, cleaning you thoroughly, and continued to press kisses to your knees as he worked.

“All done,” he said, looking up at you. His grip on your leg was enough for a lick of heat to return to your stomach.

He stood up next to the bed and slid his hands underneath your back. He helped you sit up straight, and you smiled at him sleepily.

“Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek and mumbled into your still flushed skin. “I just said to not thank me.”

You smiled, scooting yourself to the edge of the bed. “Thank you anyway.”

You stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom, keeping your hands on your hips to steady yourself. You felt his gaze glide down your body like a physical touch, and you couldn’t help your smirk. It was nice to know you had the same effect on him as he did to you.

You grabbed a fresh pair of underwear before relieving yourself in the bathroom. You added a sanitary pad to your garment as you pulled it up and stretched your back. You rolled your neck as well, feeling at one with your own body again.

You’d have to call Bryce personally tomorrow. Next week’s drinks would be on you.

You walked back into the room, ready to help Ruhn clean up your mess, only to find the towel and condom wiped away from your sheets, with Ruhn tucked inside them. The white bag on your night stand had disappeared, and he was holding the containers of take-out in his hand.

“It’s still warm,” he said, smiling enough to show his perfect teeth.

In that very moment, you decided that if you didn’t end up marrying him, no one else would.

You would make sure of it.

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[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.  

[loneliestluvr]

all im saying is that this crescent city fanfic im in the trenches of planning may or may not have a scene where ruhns love interest has to sit in his lap while he drives her motorcycle he barely knows how to use so she can shoot enemies that are chasing them… that’s all im saying, honestly. may or may not have been the first thing i wrote down and planned for.

did i mention its enemy rivals to lovers and also a slow burn with the “i didnt know where else to go” and “who did this to you?” trope?

ive already started writing chapter one, but i won’t fully start going at it until i finish hofas(currently halfway through)

[hlizr50]

Fic prompts you say?????????

#12 for Gwynthan please.

I know you are skeptical, but this is my chance to convince you!

My OTP.

I’m doing this because I love you, and I can’t deny that these two would be disgustingly adorable and supportive of each other.

Word Count: 750

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom

Prompt: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.” (I adjusted it a tiny tiny bit based on what I’d written.)

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She ran a thumb over the cerulean stone, her reflection distorted over the smooth surface. While her evenings had become more restful over the years, the training ring was still her solace. It was a place where she’d grown strong, in body and mind and soul, empowered by the people who had become her family.

The Valkyries had outgrown the training ring at the House, though they still used it for any priestesses who still dared not venture out into the world. Which was why Gwyn could sit with her legs dangling over the railing, enjoying the peace and quiet of the winter afternoon.

Perhaps she wasn’t enjoying it, exactly. Perhaps she was more… hiding.

Another year.

The invoking stone was a lead weight in her palm, and she dropped her hands into her lap under its burden. Gwyn had never worn it as a priestess, though she couldn’t bear the thought of letting it go. Cat would have been an incredible priestess; devoted and compassionate and gentle. The redhead knew, now, that it had never been her destiny to remain hidden in the pale blue robes of the Mother. It had never been her call to remain huddled and hushed in the library.

Gwyn’s purpose was to be strong. To empower others who had been wounded to do the same. It had taken a long time, but she was finally proud of who she was, the warrior she had become.

But that didn’t make days like these any easier.

“Happy birthday, Cat,” she whispered into the winter chill, eyelashes fluttering to cool the burning in her eyes. Would it still hurt this much a decade from now? A century? Gods, she hoped not.

“I think you’d be proud of me,” she continued. Sometimes it was nice to talk to her like she was right there. “I try to help people who don’t know how to fight back. I’d like to think that—“ she sniffled, losing the battle against her pooling tears “—that I’m making sure that what happened to us doesn’t happen to anyone else. I just wish… I just wish it wasn’t too late to save you.”

The breeze was frigid against the dampness on her cheeks, and seeped through her leggings as if they were made of nothing more than lace. But she barely noticed, falling into the chasm that still remained in the wake of her twin’s death. Her head dropped, suddenly to heavy, and her drooping shoulders shook with the force of her grief.

Still.

“I’m so sorry, Cat,” she whimpered between ragged breaths. “I love you. I miss you so much. Nothing is the same without you.”

Suddenly she was wrapped in an embrace, two warm, strong arms banding around her and pulling her into the warmth of a broad chest. Then there was a kiss to her cheek, capturing one of her many falling tears.

“You do help people. Every day. It’s incredible to witness.” The gentleness of the voice made her slump in the comforting arms of the man who had become so dear to her. Ithan Holstrom was always so forthcoming with his feelings, unafraid to be vulnerable and honest if it meant earning Gwyn’s trust. She couldn’t thank the Mother enough for connecting their worlds, though the resulting conflict had been horrifying and bloody.

“H-how long have you been listening?”

Ithan sighed at her back, his exhale pulling her further into him. She didn’t want him to let go, and it seemed like the feeling was blessedly mutual.

“Long enough,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “Your sister would be immensely proud of you. Just like I am. In fact, from what you’ve told me, the only thing that would upset her is the fact that you still hurt so much, and you exile yourself to a secluded roof to try to handle it alone.”

Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate attempt to halt the fresh wave of tears from his heartfelt words.

Ithan released her from his grasp, but only long enough to step to her side and tilt her chin up toward him. His kiss was so warm and tender, protecting her from the winter chill.

“You’ll catch your death out here, Freckles,” he murmured. “Come inside. We’ll cuddle in front of the fire and I’ll tell you more about Connor.”

Connor. The brother he’d lost. His own nightmarish night, a world away.

Just another reason Ithan understood her better than anyone else.

[ofduskanddreams]

Chapter Four

The Move (feat. Angst, Sexual Tension, and Gratuitous Descriptions of Interiors)

Read it here on AO3. Enjoy the excerpt below.

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“The house is empty right now. The others will be back in a few hours.”

“Oh.” Azriel had been expecting some kind of welcome ambush. 

Eris cast him a quick glance without fully turning. “I didn’t want them to overwhelm you any more than you already are.”

“I’m fine,” Azriel replied, all too quickly to be believable. 

Eris stopped at the top of the stairs, a door in front of him. Positioned as they were on the stairs, he was making a point of keeping his eyes fixed on Eris’s upper half. Azriel watched the male’s broad shoulders rising and falling within the knitted confines of his cream-colored sweater.

“Don’t do that,” Eris said quietly, still facing the door. “Be angry, be cold, be spiteful—feel whatever you need to feel—but do not lie.”

Indignation turned Azriel’s blood hot. “Is that an order, Alpha?” Sarcasm dripped from the words like venom. 

Eris moved so quickly that Azriel barely registered what was happening before his wings met the coolness of the wall. He could feel the outlines of Eris’s rings where they pressed into his chest, right over his stampeding heart. The fae male used the stairs to triple the four-inch height difference between them. 

“Let’s get one thing straight.” Eris’s words were rough at the edges. That hint of danger sent a thrill up Azriel’s spine. “I am your alpha, as are Rhys and Ruhn. But we will never give you orders to which you must comply. Your choices are yours alone to make, but that doesn’t mean they won’t have consequences. This pack only exists as it does because we’ve agreed to complete honesty. As a member of this pack, if you want that honesty from us, you need to give it in return.”

◆ ◆ ◆ read the whole chapter here.

A/N: I will be stepping back from fandom for a few days while I deal with some personal matters, but I will be back on Sunday June 4th for the beginning of Azris Week.

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[venus-celestial]

Scent Head Cannons For The Crescent city werewolf romance au or as I'm now going to be calling it The Moon Blessed Au anyway here we go

Bryce: Bryce smells like firewood Cherry pie and Jasmine

Hunt: Hunt Smells like Oakwood Rain and Leaves

Danika: Danika smells like Champagne Funfetti and Ginger

Baxian: Baxian smells like Lakewood Lemon and Oak Leaves

Ruhn: Ruhn Smells like Cigar Smoke Whiskey and Carmel

Lidia: Lidia Smells like Poppies Violets and Ashwood

Fury: Smells like Ash Mental and Black coffee

Juniper: Juniper smells like French Vanilla Lavender and Fresh cut grass

Tharion: Tharion smells like The Ocean Salted Caramel and Coral

Ithan: Ithan smells like Cinnamon Oranges and Mahogany

Sathia: Sathia smells like seaweed Coconut and Sugar Cubes

Perry: Perry smells like Wild Berries Honey and Sage

Lehabah: Lehabah smells like Honeysuckle Toasted Marshmallows and Melted Chocolate

And that's it for now I'm sure i missed a few characters but these are the ones I remember names of from the top of my head

Also I was going for a feeling with the scents so some of them might not match too well feel free to tell me what you think in the comments

[danikamariewrites]

You write for all SJM characters, right? Can I please request something fluffy with Ithan? :)

Come to Bed Baby

Ithan x reader

A/n: poor Ithan gets no love and he needs it, he’s been through A LOT

Warnings: none

You jolted awake sucking in a harsh breath. Sitting in bed you gripped the sheets to get your bearings. Taking a few deep breathes you told yourself over and over again that your dream wasn’t real. It wasn’t a nightmare, it was just a really odd dream. Like one of those weird, brightly colored horror movies.

Shaking your head you look to Ithan’s side of the bed hoping to find him sleeping peacefully. You sigh, disappointed you couldn’t cuddle up to your boyfriend. You look at the clock on his bedside table which reads 2:30 AM.

You only came upstairs at midnight. Ithan must still be playing video games with the Flynn and Ruhn. Throwing the covers back you climb out of bed, padding across the room to grab Ithan’s Sunball hoodie that you’ve now claimed as yours and head downstairs.

You silently creep down the stairs, pausing when you see Ithan on the couch. He’s laughing with Ruhn and Flynn, controller in hand as he stares intensely at the giant TV screen. You smile to yourself. You’re so happy to see him smile. Ithan was lost and sad for a long time after Connor died.

Once Bryce was back in his life Ruhn basically took Ithan in and he became part of the Frat Pack. They might never fill the hole Connors death left in his heart, but those three are dam good surrogate brothers.

As you lean on the railing the old wood creaked under your weight. The three males’ attention snaps to you and your cheeks heat. Ithan smiles at you handing the controller over to Flynn who wiggles his eyebrows at him. “Baby what are you doing up?”

You pad down the rest of the stairs, over to the couch, and into Ithan’s open arms. Sitting on his lap he kisses your cheek. “I thought you were going to bed?” He whispered in your ear. “I had a weird dream. I couldn’t go back to sleep without you.” You whisper back.

Pulling away from his neck you give him a fake pout. “Will you please come to bed with me? I can’t sleep without you squishy.” Ithan goes crimson at the nickname. Ruhn is kind enough to hold back his laugh, even though it’s a piss poor attempt. Flynn on the other hand cackles repeating the nickname.

Ithan stares him down borderline growling at the Fae lordling. You giggle at him. Ithan quickly stands bidding his friends goodnight, carrying you bridal style back to bed.

He throws you on the bed earning another giggle from your lips. He strips down to his boxers and slips under the covers next to you. Ithan wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his bare chest, cradling your head and stroking your hair.

“Better?” You let out a hum. “Much. Sorry if I embarrassed you squishy.” Ithan let’s out a breathy laugh. “You could never embarrass me baby.” He kisses the crown of your head whispering, “Get some sleep baby. I’ll be here all night.”

Your eyes shut, heavy with sleep. Ithan heard your breathing even out and he smiled down at you. He was so in love with you and would do anything to make you happy. Even letting you call him squishy in front of his friends.

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[kknudsen]

Finally Mine

Azriel & Love interest

Caution: Possible spoilers to all SJM Books.

Made things up, didn't know what to call certain things so just go with it but if you haven't finished Crescent City, I recommend not reading.

WARNINGS: Smut, Swearing, Rough handling, Sexual assault.

Summary: Kyrie is a member of the inner circle and finds herself in a new position following a war. Azriel is a good friend of hers that she has grown to have feelings for. Will a drunken night in Midgard while visiting their new friends reveal everything she has kept bottled within? If it does, how will Azriel react and where will their night lead?

Word Count: 9,012

The music was thumping through the house, through your veins… into your very soul, as you tipped back your fifth tequila mule and swayed to the music. So you went a little hard tonight, who cares? After all… you, of all people, deserved it. It had been a brutal few months after being appointed as the Night courts Emissary of Realms. Now that the gates were open for beings to roam from one world to the next, your new position had been a constant. Barley halting from your duties, just enough to eat and sleep enough to carry you through to the next day. You were grateful for the position, you absolutely loved it, but this night… it was needed! And you had full intentions of dancing the night away without a care in the world. You looked into the empty red plastic cup and growned. Leaning over to Mor and shouting over the loud music, you said “Im going to get a refill, do you want one?” She shook her head and gestured to her still full cup. You nodded and turned on your heels, strolling through the packed first level of Ruhns house. Through the living room and into the dinning room, which had been turned into a make shift pool room. You stumbled slightly as you veered around the clusters of people gathered around the pool table. Your buzz had escalated quickly and you were now well on your way to being wasted. 

You walked up to the bar and asked for another tequila mule, the bar tender nodded and began making your drink as you turned slightly from the counter of the bar to survey the bustling party. It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact that there were 7 worlds, all of which, you hadn’t even known existed 11 months ago. You had all come a long way since then. Since the day Azriel found Bryce on the front lawn at the River house and flown her to the townhouse, alerting Rhys on his way, who then alerted all of the inner circle to get there immediately. You still remembered how purely confused Azriels face looked as you burst through the front door and laid your eyes upon the girl, covered in dried blood, and dressed in clothes maid of a material and style you had never seen before. She had been screaming through her sobs at Azriel in a strange language. A split second later Azriels eyes locked on yours and he was utterly blank. The usually calm and collected spymaster was at a loss of words. He had been stunned by the reality that was unfolding in his mind as he quickly pieced together the little information he had to go off of. That Bryce was not from our world, that she had been in trouble and needed help, desperately, and that we had no idea where she came from, how she got there or how we could get her back. The initial days after she arrived were hard. Communication lacked on both ends due to the language barrier. Apart from Rhys and Amren, no one else could speak the language of the ancient fae. It had been a huge learning curve but through dedicated lessons, Bryce was taught your language and she then, in return, taught all of the inner circle the language of her world. Over the months she had stayed in Prythian, you two had grown close, and by the time the war of the worlds was over, you two had practically sobbed over each other and promised to visit one another often. So here you were, on one of your many trips to Midgard since those final days of war. Through the crowd you spotted Mor, Bryce, Hunt, Juniper and Fury laughing and dancing together. It warmed your heart and caused a smile to creep onto your face. The bar tender handed you your drink and you strolled back over, through the dinning room, into the living room, where you joined your friends. 

You were catching up on the conversation at hand when you saw him casually stroll through the front door, wings tucked in tightly, his shadows dancing around him, still wearing his Illyrian leathers, ALWAYS wearing his Illyrian leathers… it was an extremely rare occurrence to catch him in anything but that. You kept your eyes fixed on him as he scanned the crowd, you hadn’t been sure if he was coming tonight. He had been on one of his secret missions for the past 5 days, going gods know where and doing gods know what. The only form of communication between the two of you had been in the group chat when Mor had let everyone know you and her were going to Midgard for the weekend and invited anyone else to come if they’d like. Cassian had wanted to come, practically begged Nesta, but you had to agree with her. It was best to stay back and focus on their main goal at hand… conceiving. Especially since fae only ovulated twice a year. Thanks to the advancements that had come to Prythian from Midgard, Nesta knew she would be ovulating sometime this weekend and didn’t want to risk missing their window. In the end, Cassian agreed that it would be best to stay. Everyone else was preoccupied as well but you hadn’t heard back from Az, which wasn’t uncommon, he was usually pretty quiet when he was on a mission. 

He made eye contact with Ruhn, Fin and Declan, giving them a nod as a greeting and Flynn held up his arms while shouting “AYYYYYYE!!” at the excitement from seeing his friend. Ruhn laughed and gestured for Az to join them. He started across the room toward the three men playing pool, still scanning the crowd, then his eyes met yours and he gave you a curved smirk of a smile while he raised his brows at you as if he could read your idiotic lust filled expression on your face. You couldn’t stop the heat from reaching your cheeks and the butterflies from rolling in the pit of your stomach. It was a relatively new feeling you got around Azriel. Sure, you had always found him to be gorgeous, caring, funny in his own unique way that you actually loved, and he possessed so many other wonderful qualities. But something had shifted in the way you felt about him. You weren’t even sure when exactly it happened or if you should act on it, probably not, you thought. After all, the last you had heard, Az still wasn’t over Elain, and you didn’t want to get caught in that mess. Before Bryce arrived in Prynthian, Elain had accepted the mating bond between her and Lucien, and Az had disappeared for a week. No word of him from anyone, he had even completely shut out Rhys’ daemati communication and Rhys couldn’t claw his way into his mind. So for all you knew, he was still smitten with her. You shook your head slightly, calming yourself and pushing your feelings for the Illyrian male to the very depths of your mind, and gave him a smile in return before breaking eye contact to return to your conversation. 

A few drinks and hours later, you found yourself seated on the couch between Azriel, who had since changed into much more comfortable clothing; some gray joggers and a black t-shirt, and Ruhn. To Ruhns left sat Ithan then Mor, who was lounging in a chair with her feet hanging over the armrest. To Azriels right was Dec & Flynn on a smaller couch. Bryce and Hunt sat directly across from you on a giant beanbag she had pulled out from gods knows where. It was nearly 2am and everyone else had left the party but you weren’t ready for the fun to end just yet, and  suggested a game of never have I ever. Everyone agreed, a few reluctantly, but you were able to convince them, so you found yourself sat between the two men, noticing how much smaller you were compared to their strong and muscular figures. Despite being Fae, you lacked in height and were considered rather short for a female fae, standing at 5’5, the two men next to you easily towered over you and nearly swallowed you up in comparison to your small figure. Though you knew how to handle and defend yourself, your toned and lean figure didn’t give that away. 

“Who wants to go first?” Mor said, sipping from her cup

“It was Kyrie’s idea, she should go first” Ruhn tempted next to you, nudging a shoulder into yours 

“Okay, okay. I’ll go first” you said, nudging him back, a bit harder than needed, causing Ruhn to grown and rub his arm. You looked at him and stuck out your tongue before looking back to the group. 

“Never have I ever streaked and nearly been caught by the 33rd” you spat with an evil smirk on your face as you looked Bryce and Mor down. They both gasped and whipped their heads to you, glaring at the secret you had just revealed. In your drunken state, you didn’t think through the betrayal they would have felt at that and you suddenly felt a slight regret for revealing it to everyone in the room, especially with Bryce’s older brother sitting right next to you. But their glares turned to shock and amusement as they both bust out laughing a split second later and took sips from their drinks. You threw your head back in laughter, throwing an arm around your stomach and accidentally crashing into Azriels side. Your head crashed into his arm and he laughed at your current state, then wrapped an arm around you. 

“Have a bit too much to drink Ky?” He said, squeezing you into his side slightly. Shadows fluttering around you, grazing your cheek, before retreating back to Azriel.

“Who, me? Never!” You said and pushed yourself to sit upright again and gave him a mocking expression that made him chuckle under his breath. 

“Wait, You guys are the ones who did that?! I heard A few of the guys joking about that.” Hunt said in pure disbelief, revealing that he wasn’t aware Bryce had done that. His face plastered in pure amusement. 

“Ugh, Ky I’m gonna kill you! Yes, it was us. On one of our girls nights when we had a few too many drinks. Ky is the only one who got away unnoticed… she's too fast, little bitch may have shorter strides than us but apparently that doesn’t stop her.” Bryce said through her chuckling as she lightly kicked your shin. 

“Umm we definitely need context to this story” Declan declared 

Mor sat up in her seat and proceeded to tell the story of how you had all been drinking in the hot tub and dared one another to strip down and run to the park down the block and back. Before you knew it, you were all sprinting down the street naked, laughing your asses off. It wasn’t until you launched yourself through the gates and jumped back into the hot-tub, that you realized your friends weren’t there. A few minutes passed before they showed up, faces white, and explained that four 33rd officers had been chasing after them and they had to ditch them by running through Alleyways. Everyone burst out laughing at the story before the game continued on.

“Hard to top that one, but… Never have I ever sexted” Azriel said, smirking like he KNEW he was going to get just about everyone with this one

“Ahh c’mon dude, that’s not even fair, you guys have had phones for like a week” Flynn said dramatically as he brought his drink to his lips 

You laughed at him, then looked around to see who else drank. Declan, Hunt, Bryce, Ithan, Ruhn and Mor, took a drink from their cups. But you did not. 

“We may have only had phones for a few months, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve never done it” Azriel countered 

“Mmm… you’re missing out man” Ruhn said with a little chuckle 

“I much prefer the real deal” Azriel answered in a cocky tone that made electricity run down your spine. You could have sworn that he glanced toward you before smirking at Ruhn who gaped at him and laughed. 

“Okay, my turn” Declan said 

The game went on and on, and when it got to Bryce and Mors turn, they both made sure to chose things they knew you had done as a form of revenge. 

“Never have I ever had a threesome” Bryce screamed, trying to hold back laughter and failing, as she covered her face with her hands and kicked her legs 

You growned under your breath and looked around the room to see Mor, Flynn Ruhn and Az take sips from their drinks while they quickly scanned the room to see who else had done it. You drank from your cup as well but were relieved you weren’t the only one.

“Never have I ever danced for money” Mor had spat in your direction, as your mouth gaped open before you brought your drink to your lips and took a long sip before protesting that you weren’t TRYING to dance for money and that it just happened accidentally one night at Rita’s. 

Mor laughed, “oh babes, but do you want to tell them WHY it happened?! Or should I?” 

You glared at her, crossing your arms. “I don’t know what you are talking about Mor”

She laughed again “Yeah!… Okay, I’ll tell them… so Kyrie here wanted to get a certain someone’s attention all night. She wore this super sexy emerald green dress, she looked amazing! But he wasn’t really picking up on her hints so she figured, what better way to get his attention than to get up on the bar and dance seductively. But it also got practically everyone else’s attention as well and before we knew it, people were throwing money her way and hollering at her to give them more.” 

Your face reddened as you laughed with the others

“So, who’s attention were you trying to grab?” Asked Ithan 

You froze at his question but luckily Mor cut in  “Oh, just someone we were with that night” she waved him off like it was no big deal.

You let out a sigh of relief. Thank gods she didn’t tell them it was Azriel you were trying to grab the attention of.

When it was your turn again you decided to take it easy on your friends in hopes that they’d go easy on you in return but when it was Bryce’s turn again, your heart rate rose as a gut feeling rushed over you that she was going to expose something you didn’t want known. She pursed her lips together and looked up at you. 

“Never have I ever moaned a name of someone in this room while sleeping” 

You could feel your cheeks heating much too quickly as your breathing quickened and you felt the need to sink right into the couch and disappear. Your heart thudded in your chest and you knew the two males sitting next to you could hear the change in your breathing and heart rate. You knew their eyes were fixed on you and a moment later, when everyone else had realized that Bryce’s smirk was intended for you, their eyes landed upon you as well. You glared at Bryce before reluctantly bringing your cup to your mouth, tipping your head back, and draining the contents of your tequila mule. Your friends howled in amusement as questions started pouring out, overwhelming you even more. It seemed as if everyone in the room was throwing out questions and statements as they tried to figure out who’s name you had moaned in your sleep. Your eyes darted back and forth, from person to person, your face reddening more, as they shouted over one another. Everyone had something to say on the matter. Everyone but Azriel. You looked toward him and saw him gazing upon you with a quizzical look as if he knew it was his name you had moaned. As if he knew you had been dreaming about his head between your thighs, tongue gliding upon you, circling your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of you, as you rode the orgasm that was crashing through your body, your fingers laced in his silken black hair as you moaned his name over and over. You couldn’t break from the eye contact, you were transfixed upon his beautiful hazel gaze. He casually placed a hand upon your bare knee, gave it a gentle squeeze, then looked toward the group. 

“Let’s drop it. It’s really none of our business who’s name it was. If she wants to tell us she will” 

Another gentle squeeze to your knee. He glanced at you again and you gave him a thankful, relieved look. He knew. Or, at least had a strong suspicion. Bryce laughed 

“Okay, okay, Az is right. Mor, your turn” she said, waggling her brows at her. You let out a loud puff of breath.

“If you two are going to continue throwing me under the bus like this, I’m going to need another drink” you said as you rose from your seat to go make another drink. The bartender Ruhn had hired for the party had long since left. You gave them a sarcastic smile, letting them know you weren’t truly annoyed, rather having fun with this little back and forth. 

You entered the kitchen, letting the conversation between your friends in the next room over fade, and opened the fridge to pull out the ginger beer and lime juice before strolling to the cabinet and grabbing the tequila. You were pouring the contents into your cup when a low husky voice made you jump. 

“Must have been some dream to make you moan” Az teased mere inches from you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. 

You whipped around to face him, tilting your head back to examine his features. How was he this beautiful?! It shouldn’t be legal! 

“Shut it, Shadowsinger” you nearly growled with a smirk as you poked him in the ribs. 

He poked you in return and wrapped you into his arms so your back was pressed against his rock hard abdomen, making sure he held your arms down so you couldn’t fight back. His shadows curling over your shoulders. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you, he had been the one to train you when you first arrived at the house of wind, and since then, your friendship had gotten a lot more comfortable, often resulting in the two of you wrestling around like this a bit. But this felt different, more… intimate. Was he interested in you? Or was it the alcohol? No, it couldn’t be that, he hadn’t drank much tonight. Your thoughts were interrupted as he leaned his head down and brushed his lips against your ear. A jolt of electricity roaming over your body at the contact.

He whispered “Such a shame we didn’t get to hear all about it”

You blushed at his words and the more intimate touch, your heart thudded in your chest again, you wanted so badly to turn to face him, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him, but you refrained. Instead, you laughed as you maneuvered out of his hold, but lingered in front of him, close enough that you were almost touching.

“Mmmm” you cooed “I’m not sure you could handle it” you mocked, trying to get a reaction out of him.

He chuckled under his breath in that husky tone “Oh, trust me sweetheart, it would be you who couldn’t handle me”

A short, quiet squeal escaped your lips as you gawked, taking a moment to gather yourself, you took a step back, grabbed your drink, and walked past him, nudging your shoulder against his arm as you did.

“Hmm… I think I’d rather enjoy myself, Azriel.” and walked back out to the living room, leaving him standing in the kitchen, mouth agape and wide eyed.

a few minutes later Azriel walked back into the living room with a new beer, eyeing you as he made his way back to the couch, sitting so close that your thighs were touching one another and his wings and arm draped across the back of the couch, fingertips slightly brushing over your shoulder. You leaned into him slightly.

•Azriels POV•

It didn’t take long to realize Mor and Bryce were teaming up against Kyrie to try to expose her interest to someone here and since Hunt, Ruhn and Dec were clearly out of the question due to their committed relationships, that left Flynn, Ithan and himself. It didn’t take much longer for Azriel to pick up on the subtle glances she was giving him all night. With that, and her body language, he was now certain that someone, was him. Which, wasn’t a bad thing. Not at all, In fact, he felt the same about Kyrie. Of course he never allowed himself to act upon the feelings, not when she had been a part of the inner circle for four years and in that time frame, he had fawned over not only Mor, but Elain too. Not lightly either, he had practically fallen for the two of them. It wasn’t until Mor sat him down one night nearly three and a half years ago and told him her preferences, that he had realized he needed to move on. He then practically walked right into his feelings for Elain and Ky was there to witness it all. How could he expect her to be interested in him when originally, he hadn’t even given her a second thought despite how amazing she always was. It wasn’t until last year, shortly before Bryce had entered their lives, that he realized his feelings for her and how idiotic he had been this whole time. It was her. She was so amazing. She was the most beautiful female he had ever laid his eyes upon. That long, wavy brunette hair that always smelt like the sea breeze despite being born in the night court, her perfect olive toned tanned skin. Her piercing blue eyes with flecks of green in them that clearly came from her fathers side, who was a descendant of a war general from the summer court who had fallen in love and mated with an Illyrian female, making Kyrie a fourth summer court decent, a fourth Illyrian decent, and half night court decent. Despite being part Illyrian, she didn’t have wings, neither did her father, she had told him. But her plump, delicious lips and toned, slender body… well, he had no idea where that came from, nor did he care, he just wanted his mouth upon every damn inch of it. Not to mention her breasts, fuck, those breasts that were the perfect size for him to cup in his hands. Then there was that ass… mmm… Let's just say, he had to actively stop himself from ogling at her daily. But on top of her amazing looks, she understood him. He could be his true self around her with no judgement on her half. She was witty, sarcastic, funny, and sweet. He always wanted to be better around her, like she helped make him who he wanted to be, in the best way. Though he had been sitting on his feelings for her for a year, he had promised himself that he wouldn’t act upon those feelings until she showed a form of interest. He couldn’t do that to himself, not when their friendship meant so much to him and he didn’t want to jeopardize that. But now that he knew that she must be interested, he had a hard time holding himself back. All he wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder, take her up to the room he was staying in tonight, and fuck her senseless. He was just waiting for a final sign… anything to make sure she wasn’t just fucking around with him. She had drank a lot tonight and he knew she was pretty drunk. He wouldn’t want to do anything if she was making the decision due to being intoxicated. But her choice in outfit tonight wasn’t helping him… She wore a short, one sleeve, skin tight sparkly black dress with sheer cutouts running across her chest and along her abdomen and she looked gods damn amazing in it.

“Alright, Mor!” Bryce exclaimed 

Mor looked around the circle, lingering on him, then Ky, and then his fingers that he realized were lightly stroking her shoulder. He stopped the movement, Mor smirked.

“Never have I ever tracked down a male and beat him to a pulp for laying his hands on youremissary against her consent” 

His ears rang, did he just hear that right? Mor was calling him out. He still remembered that night vividly, much to vividly. It had been a long week and the inner circle decided to go out to Rita’s on a Friday night for some drinks to help unwind after a stressful week. He had just gotten back from a short mission away and all he wanted to do was relax at home; but when he got back to the townhouse, he saw Kyrie in a skin tight emerald green dress that halted mid thigh and had a plunging open back that revealed nearly all of it. She looked fucking beautiful and sexy and it made him imagine peeling that dress off of her until she was completely nude. 

Come to think of it, it was the same dress Mor  described earlier in the dream, which is probably why she brought this up. She wanted both of us to connect the dots. The Male Kyrie had wanted to catch the attention of was indeed him then, it had to of been because the only other males there that night were Rhys, Lucien and Cassian. 

After seeing her, he knew he had to go to Rita’s. Purely because he needed to spend more time with her, see her longer in that dress; and even though she wasn’t his, he still wanted to make sure other males behaved with her looking like that. Like usual, Azriel kept his buzz at a minimal to keep his head clear incase something were to happen so he would be prepared. But Kyrie got obliterated, taking one shot after another, dancing up on the bar and drawing nearly every eye in the building to her. after hours of dancing, she had excused herself to use the restroom. Too many minutes past and he had a gut feeling something was wrong. Excusing himself from the booth where Lucien, Rhys and Cassian sat, he made his way to the back hall where the restrooms were. No sign of Kyrie. Someone should have gone with her! She was plastered enough to be stumbling through the club, she might be strong and well trained, but with how drunk she had appeared, he was worried for her. He asked a female who had walked out of the restroom if there was anyone else in there, she replied to him with a “no” and his pulse rang through his entire body, instantly going into high alert. There was a back door leading out to an alleyway, he burst through the door, anger rising within him as his mind went horrible, awful places. He scanned the alleyway, it was empty, but as he listened, he heard shuffling and a muffled scream around the corner, down another alley. In an instant he was sprinting in that direction, and as he rounded the corner, he saw her pressed up against a wall by a male with shoulder length red hair. He had a hand pressed over her mouth, the other trailing up her thigh, pushing up her already short dress, revealing the bottom half of her ass. She was pushing against him, trying to break free of his hold but the alcohol had clouded her mind too much to make her movements strong enough or fast enough to take him down. In a split second Azriel was upon the male, tackling him to the ground and slamming a fist into his nose, likely breaking it. A second later, he was at her side, gently placing his hands on each side of her face, telling her she was safe, asking if she was okay, if he had hurt her. She shook her head no at his last question and choked out “Im fine” through the tears that now ran down her face. He turned to the male again, who was still on the ground holding his nose, and told him if he ever touched Ky again, no… ANY female, against their will again, he would end him. He then scooped her up into his arms and launched himself skyward. After taking Kyrie back to the townhouse where he helped her change and get cleaned up and then held her until her tears stopped and she drifted into sleep, he flew back to Rita’s. Storming through the front doors, scanning the crowd for the ugly piece of shit red head, he spotted him grinding up against another female who was clearly plastered and probably one drink away form passing out. fucking prick! He grabbed the male by the collar of his shirt so fast that he wasn’t sure if anyone noticed, and then they were gone, swirling into blackness and shadows and reappearing in a chamber deep beneath the Hewn city. The Male screamed in terror at the sudden change in his surroundings…

He took the rest of the night to slowly beat some sense into the useless piece of shit. The males face was swollen and bloodied by the time he was done with him and he dropped him in that alleyway. He didn’t return home until the sun was rising and the birds were singing.

“fuck it” He spat at Mor, eyes glazed with anger at the memory that cursed through him, shadows raging around him, and downed the rest of his nearly full beer, then dropped his arm from the back of the couch, to drape over Kyrie’s shoulder, and resumed stroking his fingers against her arm. If she was holding back because she wasn’t sure if he was interested, he wanted to make it clear, VERY clear, that she was the only thing he wanted. 

“And I’d do it again” He added, breaking his eye contact with Mor and shifting his gaze to land upon Ky’s stunning eyes looking up at him.

•Kyrie’s POV•

You didn’t know he had gone back to Rita’s and tracked down the male that you still had nightmares about once in awhile. You thought he had been fucking with you with his touchiness and your exchange in the kitchen… but the way More emphasized YOUR emissary, had you thinking otherwise. And then the way he responded, and the way he was looking into your eyes. You felt it in your gut. He reciprocated the feelings you had for him. His beautiful light hazel eyes were staring back at you. 

“I didn’t realize you did that” you said softly, almost a whisper, as the game continued around you with Ithan taking his turn; Az just nodded his head twice, shadows still raging around him.

“Th…Thank you, Az” you said as you leaned into his side, gently resting your head against him, and rested your hand upon his leg. His shadows began to calm, retreating back, a few skimming over you before falling back. One lingered, wrapping around your waist and resting on your thigh. 

The game continued a few more turns, all of which you drank to and grew even more intoxicated. You were growing tired but didn’t want to leave his side… so you fought to stay awake. Shortly after, Bryce, Hunt and More announced that they were heading out. 

“Are you coming Ky?” More asked

“I don’t even think I can walk, Ruhn can I just sleep right here?” you asked, gesturing to the couch.

“Yeah, you’re welcome to stay here if you want” Ruhn replied

You looked to Mor and shrugged “I’ll just stay here, I don’t trust myself to behave on the long walk to Bryce’s” 

She laughed at your response and nodded her head as if to say she agreed with that. They said their goodbyes, winking at you as they left, leaving you with the guys. Ruhn stood up and turned up the music a little louder. 

“Alright, beer pong! Az, you in?”

Az gave him a nod as he stood up, then walked over to him. 

“Alright, who else? Ky? Come on!”

You reluctantly stood up and shook out your shoulders.

“Okay, but only if Ithan is my partner” you said as you looked over to him. You knew your game would be off due to how much you’ve had to drink and you’d need the former sunball player on your team.

“Okay, I’m in” Ithan said, and walked over to join you. 

The game went on surprisingly longer than you thought it would, mostly thanks to Ithan. It was back and forth the entire time but you and Ithan had won. The only reason you were even able to finish the game, was because the guys had helped you by taking most of your shots for you. They figured you really couldn’t handle much more given the fact that you were already well past drunk prior to the game, and the fact that you were a light weight. By the end, even Azriel, who was usually good about riding the cusp of sober and slightly buzzed, was clearly feeling the alcohol. You loved seeing him like this, with his walls down, enjoying life without a portion of himself staying on alert for any threats. Sure, you loved how you could literally always feel safe around him because of those things, but he deserved to truly relax and just be in the moment with his friends. He looked so happy and seeing him like this… It made you so happy. By the time the game ended, Dec & Flynn had gone to bed and you all migrated back to the living room. You flung yourself onto the couch, sprawling out to take up most of it. Ruhn and Ithan stood in the center of the room while Az sat on the arm rest of the chair next to them. They were in a deep conversation about Sunball, which Az had really taken a liking to; you had too actually. You had even gone to a game, which was a lot of fun. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him until he looked your way, grinning from ear to ear when he saw you.

Gods, that smile. You could get lost in that beautiful smile. 

It was so contagious and you found yourself grinning right back at him stupidly. He chuckled as he turned his body to face you, in the same movement, he rose to his feet and walked toward you. 

“Lets get you to sleep before you start to get hiccups and it all goes down hill from there.” 

How did this perfect male know you so well? Down to the fact that when you were drinking, if you got hiccups, sickness was soon going to follow. You weren’t sure how he knew those details about you, but it warmed your body at how aware of you he always was. He scooped you up into his arms, one arm cradling your legs and the other holding your back. 

“What do you mean? I’m sleeping right here!” you questioned Az while pointing to the couch.

“No you aren’t, I’ll sleep there. You can have the guest room” 

“Az, no. I don’t want to make you sleep on the couch. You have wings for gods sakes! You won’t get any sleep at all!”

“Ky, I’m not going to argue with you about this. You get the bed.” he demanded as he began carrying you out of the room, toward the stairs. You knew it was useless to argue with him on this so you dropped it, let out a huff and rolled your eyes at him. He just shook his head and chuckled at you.

“Goodnight guys!” you shouted toward Ruhn and Ithan, who waved you goodnight.

Az brought you up to the guest room that was supposed to be his for the night and dropped you down onto the bed, your legs dangling off the side, causing you to laugh. Azriel laughing in return

“I love your laugh” He said, standing over you 

You propped yourself up onto your elbows and nudged his calf with your foot. you never took compliments very well and always grew a little awkward when you received one. He knew that about you too, and laughed again.

“You take compliments so well Ky” 

“Shut up” you growned while holding back another giggle and trying, but failing, not to smile. “You do it because you know it makes me feel awkward”

“Mmm… you got me, I love causing you agony” he cooed, nudging your knee with his.

“Brute!” you teased, while sitting back up. 

He gasped and put a hand to his heart “Me?! How dare you!” he said dramatically, causing you to chuckle and shake your head. You sat in silence for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do or say next. Knowing you didn’t want him to leave. You looked down at your hands fiddling in your lap, not wanting to make eye contact with him. After a long moment he spoke again.

“So… about that dream”

a jolt of electricity ran through your entire body and you could feel your cheeks begin to heat. You looked up at him in shock. before stammering out

“Wh…what about it?”

“Care to elaborate? Im rather intrigued to hear what kind of dreams you have about me” his tone was so smooth, relaxed, and a little cocky.

“Who says it was about you?!” you challenged

“Oh come on! Drop the act, you’ve been eyeing me all night and Bryce and Mor were clearly targeting us for a reason during that game. They wanted both of us to know something”

You bit your lip and dropped your gaze from his again, trying to build the confidence you needed for this conversation, then glanced back up at him. 

“you admit it first” you said, through tempting eyes. He licked his lips and gave you a crooked smirk. 

He took a step closer to you, brushing his legs against yours and tucking a stray hair behind your ear before gliding his hand down the side of your face to hold your chin, tilting it up slightly to have a better view of your face

“Ky, I’ve wanted you for over a year now… I just didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship, so I waited”

You could’t hold yourself back anymore, not with what he had just admitted to you, Almost involuntarily, your arms shot up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer to you and you locked your lips to his. In the same moment, Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a standing position, and then let them roam up and down your back. The kiss was passionate at first, but then grew frantic. He skimmed his tongue along your lips, asking for entrance, and you opened. Your tongues exploring one another’s. You moved your hands through his hair as the kiss grew more intense, and pressed your body to his, causing him to let out a small moan. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy” he panted as he kissed up and down your neck, hands drifting to your ass and squeezing gently. 

You let out a soft moan and he growled in return, nipping at your neck. “Az” you sighed “I want you” 

“Mmmm” he growled “Ive been dying to hear those words for so long Ky” He said as he lifted you up by the ass, your legs wrapping around his waist, causing your dress to creep up, exposing the bottom half of your ass. His fingers grazed your bare skin and you ground your hips into his, feeling the large bulge concealed under his sweats. He moaned again and you kissed him eagerly, tongue dancing over his. He Laid you back down on the bed gently and slowly kissed down your jaw, to your neck, all the way to the neck line of your dress before moving south, down to your bare thighs, kissing each and slowly moving up toward your core. He pushed the hem of your dress up further, exposing your soaken lace panties. He kissed you once against the fabric, then hooked his fingers through and pulled them down. You lifted your hips to help him ease them off, and he continued gliding them down and off of you, tucking them into the pocket of his sweats before moving back up to where you needed him most. 

He kissed every inch of you as he worked his way up, pushing your legs further apart to gain better access. He growled with delight as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, licking a long strip up the slit of your pussy, instantly finding your clit, circling it with his tongue and sucking lightly. You laced your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft moan as a shadow slowly crept up your abdomen and he continued working you with his tongue. Dipping it into you, causing you to moan once more, before licking up your slit again, replacing the void you now felt within yourself, with his fingers. His shadow continued to roam over you as if they were exploring every inch of your body. He worked his fingers in and out of you while he sucked and circled your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body tensed and back arched while you tugged his hair,  nearing your peak. Getting closer and closer by the second. He let out a husky laugh, sending a vibration into you. 

“You like that baby?”

“Mmmm fuck yeah, …Az” you moaned eagerly through breaths “you make me feel so good”

His arms tightened around your thighs, digging his fingers into you. 

“Cum for me Ky, I want to taste more of you” he growled out before circling your clit again, faster this time, while fucking you with his fingers. 

As if his words had commanded you, you let out a breath and hit your peak, spilling over, arching your back further and digging your fingers into his hair more, pushing him against you further as you cried out his name in pleasure. He licked every last drop from you as you came down from your wave. Easing his fingers out of you, then sucking them clean, he slowly moved up your body, holding himself up with one hand and grabbing your face with the other. 

“Fuck Ky, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you” 

He said before pressing his lips to yours, instantly parting his lips and finding your tongue upon his. He rolled his hips onto you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you panted through the kisses, needing him more than ever. As if he read your mind, he sat up, pulling you with him, then brought your dress up over your head, exposing your naked body, you had opted to go braless due to the style of your dress, he then took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor and stepped out of his sweats, taking his briefs with them. With lust filled eyes you took all of him in. His wings tucked in tight, his muscular frame, immaculate abs… the size of his cock made your mouth go dry as you gulped down a breath. It took mere seconds for him to strip the both of you, then he was upon you again, lips crashing to yours, both of you moving your mouths in unison; one hand cupping your breast, circling your nipple and pinching lightly before trailing down your tought stomach, dipping a single finger into the slit of your pussy, finding you completely soaked. He rubbed up and down your slit as your hand found his rock hard cock and began pumping. He breathed out a sigh against your lips at the contact and with the same breath panted out

“Ky… I need to be in you”

You nodded your head “please” you said against his lips. Releasing his cock from your grasp and returning your hands to his neck and lacing your fingers through his hair.

He took his cock in his hand and pressed the tip to your slit running it up and down twice, pausing for a moment at your entrance.

“Just tell me to stop if you need to” 

You nodded and kissed him again as he eased into you slowly, stretching you so much it had you riding on the cusp of pleasure and pain. You both let out a gasp in unison. He looked down, watching his cock glide into you slowly. 

“Oh fuck. You’re so tight” he said through gritted teeth, wings flaring out.

Before looking back up at you. You leaned into him, resuming your kiss, running your tongue along his lips and bitting gently. He continued moving in, further and further as he kissed you back, returning a nibble on your bottom lip and sucking. Another gasp of air escaped your mouth as your breath quickened. He halted for a moment, half way in.

“You okay?” He said gently 

“Yeah” you nodded once “keep going” 

He withdrew almost to the tip then pushed in again, this time with more force. Your hands fell to his back and fingers gently scratched against his skin as he continued his pace moving in and out of you until he was fully embedded within you. You moaned in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up entirely. 

“You feel so good” 

he whispered into your ear, giving the lobe a small nibble before he dropped to your neck, as he began thrusting in and out of you harder, giving you breathy kisses while one of his hands rubbed your breast and pinch your nipple harder. A shadow skimming over your other breast. You moaned again, moving one arm to his wing, running your fingers along it gently. He shuddered at the touch. He felt so good, he made you feel so gods damn good. 

You wanted more. 

Needed more. 

You needed all of him, fully unleashed, fucking you like a damn animal. 

Returning your hand to his back, you scratched harder this time as you threw your head back, exposing more of your neck for him, and yelled out through your panted breaths 

“Fuck me, Azriel. please! I need all of you. Fuck me harder” 

He pulled back from your neck to look you in the eyes, as if he was trying to read you, making sure you could take it. Then a moment later, he took your wrist in his hand and pinned it to the bed above your head, with his other hand, he brought up your other arm then held them both there with one hand as if you were handcuffed. Shadows circling around your arms as they made their way up to your hands as if they too, wanted to pin you down. He began fucking you harder and harder. Deeper and harder. Escalating the force of his thrusts each time.

“Remember, tell me to stop if you need me too” he said while fucking you so hard the headboard started hitting the wall. He ran his thumb along your lip before grabbing your chin and kissing you once more then dropped his hands to your hips, his shadows now pinning your hands down above your head, he dug his fingers into your skin and lifted slightly, allowing him to get a better angle to pound into you deeper. You let out a long moan, letting your eyes roll back and mouth fall open. 

“Ahh fuck” he moaned in return before grabbing your legs and throwing them over one of his shoulders and returned his hands to your hips, continuing to thrust and thrust and thrust. 

“Az!” You cried in pleasure “oh gods” 

“Yeah? You like that you little cunt?” He taunted 

“Yesss” you hissed “you feel so good”

He pulled out of you quickly “Get on your hands and knees. Now” he ordered and you nearly climaxed at the dominance in his voice as he said it and flipped you onto your stomach; lifting your hips to help you onto your knees as you pushed yourself up onto your arms and he plunged back into you with full force. Your arms buckled and your head fell slightly, nearing the bed. A second later his hand was on the back of your neck, pushing you down to the bed with your head to the side and pinning you there, somehow choking you slightly, as he rode into you over and over, hitting that sweet spot 

every. 

Single. 

Time. 

Causing your walls around his cock to clench, nearing a second peak. 

“Oh fuck yes… Damn baby… Your so perfect” 

Over and over, he quickened his pace and you screamed out a moan “Az… Az I’m gonna cum” 

He let out a growl and quickened his pace, his hand remained pinning you down by the back of your neck but his thumb grazed your cheek in a small gesture of intimacy. His other hand dropping down to find your clit, circling it in quick motions. 

“Let go baby” 

He said while fucking you to the very edge, his cock beginning to twitch slightly. He released his hold on you and brought both hands back to your hips, ramming into you. Faster, faster, faster; until you let go completely. Pleasure rushing through your entire body. You tried to scream out but found yourself completely encompassed in a bliss so sweet and overpowering that it had you speechless, gasping for air. His thrusts grew sloppy as you road your orgasm and he neared his. With a final, forceful thrust, he buckled under the pleasure, dropping his hands to the bed to catch himself as his cock twitched within you spewing his seed. He leaned into you more, kissing your spine through his heavy breaths. 

“Oh gods” he sighed, resting his forehead against your back for a moment before pulling out of you, a mix of your juices spilling down your leg. He quickly grabbed a few tissues off the bedside table and wiped it up for you, then tossed it in the bin. 

You collapsed onto the bed, rolling to your side so you could look up at him. His skin glistened with sweat, hair pushed back out of his face and shadows calmly dancing around him.

“I know” you panted “that was…” you searched your mind for the right word but everything came up short from how it had truly felt so you settled on “amazing” 

He nodded, giving you a smile, as he collapsed onto the bed next to you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, that one single shadow wrapping around your leg, and kissed the top of your head.

“It was more than amazing” 

You ran a hand along the top of his wing, admiring it. Then dropped it to his side, wrapping your arm around to his lower back.

“It really was” you said, breathing him in, not wanting to ever let go. He tucked your hair behind your ear, clearing it off of your neck, then began gently rubbing your back with the tips of his fingers. You shivered and he pulled up the blanket to cover your bodies. Long moments passed and your eyes grew heavy. Azriel cleared his throat.

“Uhm… so what does this mean for us?” He said warily 

You tilted your head back to look up into his beautiful hazel eyes. “What do you want it to mean?” You asked

He took a moment before responding and looked you in the eyes. Playing with your hair as he gathered his thoughts.

“Honestly?” He asked 

“Yes” you replied, swallowing the fear building within you. Wanting so badly for him to say he wanted you to be his. 

He brought his hand to the back of your head, cupping you at the base of your neck, his thumb running back and forth. He inhaled sharply, held it for a moment, then exhaled.

“I want it to mean there is an us…” he trailed, running his other hand up and down your back “I want you to be mine… and I want to be yours”  he said quietly, almost a whisper, as if he was ready for you to reject him. It dawned on you that that was exactly what he was use to and it shattered you for a moment before you let the words resonate with you and a smile spread across your lips. 

“I’d like that” you said, beaming. 

Then his lips were on yours, you kissed him back, moving in unison with his in a passionate kiss. 

After a long moment he pulled back and looked down into your tired eyes.

“Mine” he said 

You smiled, closed your eyes, and mumbled back “mhmmm”, hugging him tightly. He kissed the top of your head once more and the two of you drifted into sleep.

These are the dresses I was envisioning while describing them

Dress at Rita’s night club - *pretend its emerald* https://us.shein.com/Crisscross-Backless-Ruched-Cami-Bodycon-Dress-p-11631464-cat-1727.html?url_from=adplasw2209269622628006PetiteXXS_GPM&cid=15703533264&setid=&adid=&pf=GOOGLE&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNEhiOSnMjf8N4gfTQgFEQVe1YujNFn02XUILavy9jp9gqVU18ALOZ4aAp-2EALw_wcB

Dress at Ruhn’s party - https://us.shein.com/One-Shoulder-Mesh-Panel-Bodycon-Dress-p-11387757-cat-1727.html?url_from=adplasw2207286199571601PetiteM_GPM&cid=15703533264&setid=&adid=&pf=GOOGLE&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNH5SaHSKtvW6z9zJU8Y4Qs_98G9mZO58cDc7quUDiueTuhD3zbWOrcaAvj7EALw_wcB

[sunshinebingo]

Dating My Neighbour, But Not Really

Gwyn/Lorcan - Gwyneth and Lorcan started as neighbours and friends until a little misunderstanding led them to become more.

Recollection of Us

Gwyn/Ithan - Ithan remembers the important events in his relationship with his red wolf, Gwyn, from how it started to where they are now. - A recollection of little moments that they shared together.

[vermillionflames]

And They Were Horny (And They Were Roommates Spinoff)

Hello whores, today is your lucky day. I am doing a purely smut series for And They Were Roommates. Please let me know if you have any requests or ideas. *Must involve at least one member from the story, but anything fucking goes as long as it's legal!

context: Ruhn and Ithan DP Sam

warnings: smut, double penetration, creampies, anal and vaginal sex

“I want to fuck you,” Ruhn whispers in Sam’s ear. 

“Me?” She cocked her head to the side. “When there are so many other females willing to drop their panties for you?”

“Don’t tease me,” Ruhn growled. “You know what you’ve done.” As if to emphasize, the prince grabbed her wrist, forcing her to rub his erection against his jeans.

Sam batted her lashes. “But I’m just sitting here.” 

Sam was currently lounging on the couch, legs stretched out. Bare legs. All she was wearing was one of Ruhn’s old band tees, massaging her legs. And it was driving him mad.

“And you look sexy as fuck doing it.” He held her wrist against his cock tighter. “So let me make you moan.”

Sam bit her lip. Ruhn almost creamed his pants at the sight. “I already promised Ithan we could…”

“I don’t see Ithan here right now,” Ruhn pouted.

“He’s on a run.” Sam shrugged, getting his hand back. “He should be home any second.”

And sure enough, the wolf opened the door before Ruhn could get another word out.

“Hey,” Ithan greeted them. 

Ruhn glared at the pup.

“Ignore him,” Sam stood up, giving them both a perfect view of her ass. “He wants to fuck me but I already promised you.”

“Oh,” Ithan turned to the fae, a shit eating grin shining on his face. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t look at me like that, you little shit.” Ruhn bit out. “I take you into my home and you take my girl in return? What’s that about?”

“Your girl?” Sam cocked her brow.

“Yes. My girl. I fucked you first.”

“And yet it’s my cock she wants rawing her right now.” Ithan folded his arms. “And I aim to please her before anything else.”

“Oh, here we go.” Sam pinched her brow. 

Ithan, to prove his point, walked over to the female, his hand dipping right to her clit and began rubbing. She jolted forward and moaned.

“See?” Ithan kissed her neck. “She wants me.” He coated his fingers in her arousal before dipping inside her.

Ruhn frowned, but then he was at her back. “I can rub her out too.” And suddenly his fingers were also gathering her liquid, only he spread it down her legs and towards her back hole.

“What the fuck?” Sam breathed, moaning and whimpering as they kissed and fingered her holes. “I’m so…”

“Tell us who’s cock you want, baby.” Ruhn nipped at her ear.

“I don’t- I cant…” Sam moaned. “How about you two take me at the same time?”

The two males paused their competition, the fingers inside her slowing.

“That didn’t go so well for you last time, Sam.” Ithan reminds her.

Last time, Flynn had tried to put his cock in her ass… She had ended up crying from pain and they all felt so guilty no one had sex for a week. Sam hadn’t let anyone near her backside since, even just to spank.

“I want to try again,” she confessed, moving her own hips to get friction from Ruhn while reaching for the pup.

They didn’t need convincing after that. 

Ruhn was behind her, kissing and biting on her neck, shoulders, and back. He fingers her asshole and rubbed her ass with his spare hand. Ithan continued to pump his fingers, sucking on her lips. Their clothes had vanished, their warmth radiating off their skin. 

“Please,” Sam whispered, wanting more to fill her.

Ruhn grabbed her hips, lifting her off her feet. Pythia reached around Ithan's neck for support, wrapping her legs around his torso as the males guided her entrance to his cock. Once he was fully sheathed, Ruhn angled himself to enter her as well.

Sam was at their mercy as she became full with both of them, whimpering as she felt any movement they made.

“I feel so full,” she whined. “Oh, gods.”

“Good girl,” Ruhn purred. He moved slowly, in sync with Ithan, who sucked purple and red marks all over Sam’s neck and tits.

“You’re so wet, baby,” the wolf cooed. “Do you like being full of us?”

“Yes,” Sam cried out. “Go faster.”

Ruhn nodded to Ithan, both increasing the pace to oblige her request, but still staying in sync and careful not to hurt her. 

“Are you gonna cum for us, darling?” Ruhn whispered in her ear. The sensation tickled down her spine. 

Sam could only moan.

“You’re such a greedy little baby,” Ithan teased. “So horny to be stuffed.”

“I want you to cum in me,” Sam cried out, gripping tighter onto Ithan. “Please, I’m going to…”

“Cum for us baby, then we’ll fill your little holes up.” 

“I’m…” Sam tensed the let out her familiar sound, squeezing around the males as they continued to fuck her.

“Good girl,” Ruhn kissed her neck as he came in her ass. 

Ithan’s mouth was sucking hard on her nipples as his seed filled her pussy.

Sam, who was breathless, continued to hold onto Ithan as Ruhn pulled out. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. “Nap time?” She asked as he rubbed her back.

“Sure, baby.”

“Mm, I think I like being full,” she looked over at Ruhn. “Just don’t tell Flynn.”

[pvrkacciosan]

! New cover reveals !

The Heart of a Lioness

Published. Fenrys X O.C, Throne of Glass

Blood sworn to the Fae queen Maeve, sister to the lion. And mate to the white wolf.

Rumours of a new young Fae queen drives Brielle to join her brothers in arms, Maeve's legendary warrior group, to aid the young queen in her fight for a better world.

Many years Brielle has fought against the restraints Maeve has around her, but restrained she will be no longer. Because their times has come, Brielle will fight to her last breathe to defend her own, and for their future lives in a new world made by a court of dreamers.

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The Heart of the Flame

Coming soon. Azriel X O.C, A Court of Thorns and Roses

Enya has spent her whole life living amongst the warmth of the day court. Hidden from the eye of the world.

The shadows keeping her and her power a secret for years. Keeping her lineage a secret, from those who seek to harm her, and those she shares blood with.

The heart of a burning flame is hard to be hidden by shadows when it was born to stand out.

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The Heart of the Serpent

Coming Soon. Undecided SJM charcter X O.C, Crescent City

Breaking the mold into which you were born was always Inara's biggest challenge.

The words of others are even more venomous to that of which she was used to. But when one has a mother as she does who needs true enemies.

And who needs challenges when life is as poisonous as any venom

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! I do not own the art work, all credit goes to the original creators and owners !

[yanny-77]

A Crescent City vignette for all the Ithan stans out there:

Spoilers ahead for CC2

Ithan Holstrom hadn’t shifted properly since the day his pack threw him out. He’d wanted to, but it felt wrong, something inside him had been broken irrevocably that day. A wolf without a pack is no wolf at all.

Shift, you idiot, he willed himself, but nothing happened. No matter how hard he tried, he still had hands and fingers. His fangs and claws wouldn’t appear.

And it fucking sucked.

If there was ever a time he needed to shift, it was now. This was it. The big show. The final battle. And Ithan was on the sidelines like the pathetic pup that he was.

Baxian was fading fast; he’d lost too much blood. Pollux had Ruhn in a chokehold, squeezing tighter and tighter on his neck as his face purples. Flynn and the dragon were locked in a fierce battle with Polaris and the North Star was winning. One of the fire sprites, Rithi, had already been lost.

They were all going to die and Ithan was powerless to save his friends.

They’d die heroes. He’d die a coward too afraid to face the creature within him, even now.

A scream filled the air. Ithan’s head jerked up to see Hunt fall from the sky. It was all over.

Rigelus turned to face him, a wicked smile stretching across that young face, his prior opponent defeated. Those immortal eyes sparkled with the thrill of the kill. Strangely, a sense of relief filled Ithan’s chest. He was ready for his shame to finally end.

Rigelus’s hand rose before him, crackling with power. And Ithan lowered his head, ready to take the fatal blow. At least it would be quick.

But it didn’t come.

Instead a howl wrenched through the air. A giant wolf, bigger than Danika even, stood before him. The true heir of the prime of the wolves.

Her beautiful Snow White fur stained red with blood. A snarl ripped from her throat as she bared her teeth at Rigelus, ready to go down defending her mate.

Ithan’s stomach curdled at the sight of her. His mate was ready to sacrifice herself for him and he’d never felt fear like he did in that moment. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let her die for him.

She was the one who needed to survive this fight. She was the future of the wolves. The den, the pack, the world needed her.

All Ithan’s doubts disappeared as he willed the change. There was no way he could allow her to face the Bright Hand alone. He wasn’t a pup. He wasn’t a dog.

Ithan Holstrom was a wolf.

I wrote this for a discord server I’m in and figured I might as well share it on tumblr since I haven’t written anything new to post in ages.