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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.

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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

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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.

tags: @rigelus @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[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.

[captainsophiestark]

For The Team

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

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Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Ithan's new girlfriend is about to experience her first sunball game since she started dating one of the players, but they might have to establish some new traditions first

Word Count: 1,533

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Requested by anon! Functionally a sequel to Presentation Problems and Nosy Best Friends, but it can also be read independently! Also this is just vaguely set in Crescent City, it doesn't fit very well at any specific point in the timeline lol

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I scanned the crowd anxiously, looking for any sign of my boyfriend. I was hoping to catch him before he went into the locker room, but there were so many people here for the first sunball game of the season that it was impossible to pick him out in the crowd, despite his height.

Something needed to be done about that.

I hopped up on the first rock I found, going onto my tiptoes for the best possible view. I could see better, but there were still so many people I couldn't pick out my boyfriend. I huffed, then decided to change tactics.

I weaved through the crowd of people until I got to the slightly less crowded tunnel to the locker room. Technically, nobody but players were allowed to come down this way, but right now I didn't care.

"Hey!"

I turned, a little worried I'd have to defend my presence to somebody, only to find my beaming boyfriend Ithan Holstrom heading my way.

"You're not allowed to be back here," he teased. I beamed back at him, rushing to close the short distance between us. Ithan wrapped his arms around my waist as soon as I was close enough, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. I ran my hands through his hair as he moved me back until I gently hit the wall. I could've stayed like that forever, but after a few long moments, he pulled back.

"Sorry. I hate to cut this short, but I kinda need to go get ready for my game."

"I get it," I said, leaning up to kiss him again all the same. I pulled away more quickly than the first time, giving him a bright smile as I did. "For luck."

Ithan laughed, leaning in to rest his forehead against mine. He had an absolutely beaming smile on his face, which made my heart race.

"Are you excited?" I asked. "First game of the season and all?"

"Of course. I always am. But I'm even more excited that you're at this one."

I smiled. Ithan and I had just started dating a few months ago, and we'd met not long before that. This would be my first sunball game as his girlfriend, and I couldn't wait to cheer him on louder than anyone else in the crowd.

"Me too. You're gonna crush the other team."

"Thanks."

We shared a smile, and I let my hand come up to cup his jaw, lightly stroking my thumb across his cheek. He leaned into the touch, but after a few moments, he sighed.

"I need to go." I frowned, and he gave me a forehead kiss before taking a step away. "I do have a little surprise for you though. Stay here, I'll be right back."

I leaned against the wall as he turned and ducked into the locker room, biting my lip and trying not to give in to how giddy Ithan made me feel. As promised, he was back a second later with a bundle of red fabric in one hand. He grinned my favorite million-watt smile as he held it out to me.

"What's this?" I asked, laughing a little as I took it from him. I held it out in front of me and found myself holding Ithan's jersey, the color he wouldn't be wearing today.

"I thought you could wear it," he explained, rubbing at the back of his neck. "For luck."

"Of course I'll wear it! I love it." I beamed at him, then glanced quickly up and down the hallway. We were alone, at least for now, so I wasted no time whipping off my shirt and putting the jersey on in its place. When I looked at my boyfriend again, I saw him staring at me in awe, his mouth hanging slightly open. "You might wanna close your mouth, babe."

Ithan huffed a laugh, meeting my eyes with clear, shining love in his.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I absolutely love you?"

"Actually, yes," I laughed. "But I can always stand to hear it again."

"Well, I absolutely love you. And I'm so sorry, but I really do have to go now. My teammates are already giving me shit for being late when I left the first time."

"I know." I leaned in to give him one last kiss, my chest practically exploding with love for the male in front of me. I pulled back, beaming at him as I started backing down the hallway, towards the stands where our friends would be saving a seat for me. "I'll meet you on the field after your win!"

Ithan huffed a laugh. "I can't wait!"

I winked and blew him a kiss, then turned to finally head off to my seat. I was practically floating on cloud nine as I made my way through my fellow students to a spot in the front row.

"Finally!" My friends laughed as I squeezed in next to them. "What took you so long?"

"I know what took her so long. She was wishing Ithan good luck!"

Heat rose to my face and I looked down, fighting a smile, which was more than enough to confirm my friends' suspicions. They started laughing, teasing me good-naturedly, but thankfully the players took the field before they could really dig in.

The first sunball game of the season had officially begun.

I was fairly new to sunball in general, but that didn't stop me from screaming and cheering like a maniac for every second of the game. Ithan had given me a crash course on the rules when we watched a pro game a few weeks ago, and I picked up more and more as the game went on. I screamed every time we scored, every time we needed to disrupt the focus of the other team, and every time the refs made a bad call (or at least, one we didn't like). By the end of the game, my voice was almost gone, but it had been worth it.

We'd won.

As the last seconds ticked off the clock, I screamed with everything I had left, my voice breaking as I roared with the rest of the crowd. I wasted no time running down out of the bleachers with the rest of my friends in celebration, a whirlwind of people and emotions crashing like a wave onto the grass. The other team sulked off, giving us space to spread out and lose our minds.

I immediately started scanning for Ithan, trying to find him like I had before the game began amidst a now even rowdier crowd. And like last time, he found me, wrapping his arms around me tightly from behind and burying his face in my neck.

I laughed, not needing to turn around to know it was him. He kissed my cheek, then gave me enough space to face him, both of us beaming like fools.

"You won!" I cried, deliriously happy with him. His answering smile was as bright as the sun as he leaned in and kissed me for all he was worth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling them in his hair and deepening the kiss like we'd done outside the locker room. I heard some wolf whistles and shouts from our friends, but Ithan and I ignored them both. When we finally pulled apart, our eyes never left each other's, bright smiles still on both our faces.

"You're my good luck charm," Ithan declared. I laughed again and shook my head a little.

"What are you talking about?"

"All our scouting reports said we had no shot at winning this game. They destroyed us last season. The only difference today was I had you in the stands."

Warmth bloomed in my chest as I beamed up at my boyfriend.

"Well, I'm happy I could help." I paused, thinking for a minute, then fixed Ithan with a wicked grin. "...Does that mean we have to keep our pre-game ritual the same every time now?"

He matched my grin with one of his own. "Actually yeah, I'm pretty sure it does. It'd be bad luck to change things now, and I don't want to sacrifice the team's season."

"Oh, of course not. I need to make out with you in the locker room tunnel before every game from now on. For the sake of the team."

"For the sake of the team."

Ithan and I shared a smirk before his teammates and the rest of our friends got sick of letting us have our moment, instead pounding Ithan on the back in congratulations and shouting with the rest of us. My boyfriend just wrapped an arm around my waist and held me close as we let ourselves get swept up in the excitement of the rest of the crowd.

As we finally headed off the field together almost half an hour later, most of us headed for an immediate celebration party, Ithan leaned in and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and no one else.

"So what's the final verdict on your first real sunball game?"

"I loved it. I'm now fully obsessed." I paused, turning to meet his eyes and give him a mischievous grin. "And I can't wait for the next game."

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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.  

[fieldofdaisiies]

The migraine headcanons for ACOTAR intrigued me. Same prompt for the CC boys?

I think you are referring to @redbleedingrose's migraine headcanons? I am very happy to provide those headcanons for the CC men. If you haven't read the ones from Rose for the bat boys yet, you definitely have to check them out, they were so beautifully written!!!❤️❤️ here we go:

Ruhn

Ruhn will notice very quickly that something is bothering you, that something is hurting you

his alarm bells will go off, because there is hardly anything worse than seeing you hurt

he will make sure the room is completely dark and no light is disturbing you

Ruhn will be quick to rush into the city and get some medicine for you (he obviously has told you to stay in bed as long as he is gone)

once he returns and gives you the medicine, he runs a bath for you,

once the tub is filled with warm water, he picks you up from the bed, carrying you to the bathroom, helping you undress and heaves you into the water

he joins you in the bath, sitting behind you, you sitting between his legs

the starborn prince has wonderful hands, soft palms and slender fingers, and he makes use of them

he will massage your shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension that has built up during the day

of course he has also provided a tea and a glass of water for you beforehand -> you need to stay hydrated of course

and Ruhn will also make sure you drink, "that was only a tiny sip. come on, one more."

once the water cools, Ruhn will help you out of the tub

your migraine has gotten a bit better, but is not yet fully gone

Ruhn helps you dry off, picking out your softest pyjamas and helps you get dressed

once you are done, he will obviously carry you back to bed as you feel dizzy and then cuddle up in bed with you

you rest your head on his chest while Ruhn hums lightly and whispers sweet nothings (very low and calm in order to not trigger anything or hurt you by talking too loudly)

he can only relax once you drift off and fall asleep on his chest

Hunt

oh Hunt, he knows what migraines feel like, having suffered from them all his life

he will definitely immediately darken the room and get some tea for you, "I will be right back, my love."

when he returns with the tea, he will fluff up the pillows so you can sit up in bed and drink your tea

as the pain is so much, tears will leave your eyes which Hunt is quick to catch

once done with the tea, Ruhn spreads his wings and sits back on the bed

he lets you rest your head in his lap, his hand placed on your shoulder and his wing folded over you

he will obviously also tuck you under the bedsheet, providing more warmth and comfort for you

his fingers softly brush through your hair, up and down your neck, over your shoulders, while you two stay in complete silence

only later when the migraine starts to vanish a little will he read to you -> your favourite book, in a low and calm voice until your lids once again feel heavy and you start to fall asleep

Ithan

Ithan will notice immediately that something is off, that your are dealing with a migraine -> it's his wolf instincts

and speaking of wolf, Ithan would shift so he is in his wolf form

but not before providing you with some chicken soup, a herbal tea, a big glass of water and your fluffiest and more comfortable pyjamas

Ithan will snuggle into bed with you, letting you rest your head on his fluffy belly

he will purr softly while you tangle your hand in his fur and practically feel how the vibrations of his belly and the soft purrs ease your headache

his paw with softly stroke up and down your arm

other days when he does not shift, Ithan would pull you to his chest, letting you curl up to him under the sheets

the blinds are closed so no light comes in and hurts you even more

Ithan will be very careful with you, no noises, no quick movements, enough water to keep you hydrated

he will also text all his friends that they have to be calm when they get home in order to not disturb you

he will buy some medicine online, letting it deliver to your flat, so he does not have to leave you alone

but he will tell the delivery man that he has do send a message and should under no circumstance ring the doorbell

once he has helped you take the medicine, all Ithan will do is hold you in his arms, fingers brushing over your skin, until you manage to fall asleep

Tharion

I think Tharion would just take you to the water with him, holding you up while you are lying on your back, the cool water soothing the migraine and your sore and tense muscles

[ma1dmer]

Crescent City - Ithan Holstrom NSFW

this is kind of old ,I am now wiser and actually want to top this man

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): very very attentive, will ask you what you need, carry you to the bathroom to wash up even if you are literally fine, bring you water everything you need he'll prepare it

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): i am a firm believer that he is an ass guy, he would never say it out loud ,but his eyes always travel down your body when you walk away from him

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is a wolf shifter, some interest in breeding comes with the territory, he is still very stressed about kids and bringing one into the world, he is too young for that but he can't deny himself the appeal of watching him cum leak out of you when he pulls out

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): its something he doesn't think he'd have the nerve to go through, because he is relatively possessive ,but he has thought of the possibility of a threesome with certain people, it gets him as angry and embarrassed as it gets him horny, he’d be hurt at first if you ever suggested it, but eventually his own curiosity would have him saying yes, it’d need to be someone you both know and are comfortable with though and he’d spend most of the time trying to prove himself to you, but eventually he’d relax and simply enjoy the experience

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): very little experience, just didn't have enough time , with all that was going on in his life, plus the fact he is more of a relationship guy, rather than a one night stand guy

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): the basics, they work just fine for him, he does also like reverse cowgirl 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he tends to get lost in his head a lot, so he is more serious, very focused on bringing you pleasure,  but he does love when you laugh during sex, it pulls him out of his head and into the moment ,watching you be this comfortable with him is enough to make his knees buckle

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): tried to shave the first few times he knew he was going to see you, couldn't handle the itchiness and now just tries to keep things tame by trimming

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he tries to do romance, but it doesn’t come naturally, he is very sweet, but his idea of romance is googling how to be romantic and doing everything a top 10 list says, its cute, but wine and roses just aren’t so much his thing

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): the amount of times he has jacked off to the thought of you is embarrassing , he wants to seem mature and responsible and not scare you off ,so he hates how much you affect him ,how everything, from your perfume ,to the clothes you wear ,to simply the idea of a date with you later during the day will get him excited, totally the type of keep a shirt of yours or something to hold onto while he strokes himself

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): more on the vanilla side

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he needs his privacy, locks and double locks every door in his or your room

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): just about anything, accidentally catching a glimpse of your ass in some pants he likes, whispering in his ear seductively, wearing a perfume he likes ,he just can't help himself, his body is always ready for you 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurting you, he can't bring himself to actually hurt you, physically or verbally, even if you ask him for it, he just can't do it

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves 69ing, isn't really good at it because he gets distracted with your mouth on him but gods ,the view and feel of your thighs around his head as well as the feeling of your mouth on him, its so overwhelming in the best way, give him some time to find his pace and he gets really good

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he tries to hold himself back and its always a battle between letting himself go entirely and trying not to hurt you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he will never say no ,but honestly it just doesn't work for him, he needs the time after sex to cool down with you in his arms, he needs to take his time with you and enjoy your presence, also it just makes him want you more, you can't just pull him in the middle of the day to quickly try something and then go about your day expecting him to not be distracted

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is kind of on the vanilla side , he sticks to whatever works right now, but with some good communication and a bit of , lets say, motivation he is game with trying out a lot of things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): both as an ex athlete and a wolf, lets just say, his stamina is over the moon ,haha get it

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he would be a bit weird about it at first ,kind of getting it in his head that he isn't doing a good enough job thats why you need them, but the more he thinks about it, you in your room possibly thinking of him, using a toy on yourself, legs spread open ,biting your lip as you make those sweet sounds he loves, he warms up to them, might eventually get the guts to ask you to show him exactly how you use them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a tease this man can NOT deny you, if you said crawl he would without a second thought

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he tries to muffle himself but it doesn't really work, he groans and curses and swears against you, he really isn’t aware how loud he can get

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): big on phone sex, sexting or calling him in the middle of the night so he can listen to you get off, he could be dead asleep when you ring him, his voice still groggy and gruff from when he woke up, but the second you imply what you are doing he is scrambling to lock his bedroom door and get himself comfortable

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): a grower for sure, its very smooth and on the thicker side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very very high, especially in the earlier stages of your situationship/relationship whatever you want to call it, he thought he was going insane with how much he was thinking of you, how much he wanted and needed you, it hasn't gotten any better but he is used to it now

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he sleeps like a dad, he is too young to be snoring that loudly, but when he is comfortable all wrapped up with you next to him ,its almost endearing, he also likes being a little spoon even if he'd be embarrassed to admit so

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Total Alphahole

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Crescent City (SJM)

Pairing: Tristan Flynn x Ithan Holstrom x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was a total Alphahole. After a few months of knowing him, you realized that Tristan Flynn really wasn’t an alphahole, and your body took notice. A lot of fucking notice. For Urd’s sake. Not to mention the absolute sweetheart that is Ithan fucking Holstrom. Cthona save you.

Warnings: Mentions of attempted drugging, violence (sparring, no blood), smut, slow-ish burn (?).

Rating: 18+ (honestly, 21+) ONLY.

Words: 11K+

A/N: I really have no explanation for this. I had a dream about the last scene and spent all day (and night) writing this out? No mention of Ariadne in this one but do not get it twisted, her and Flynn are absolutely mates I just don’t know how to write a Fae having sex with a dragon. I’m simply not that evolved. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Honestly CC2 fucked me up and down and I cannot stop thinking about it so I needed some related but non-related fluff and this happened. This is my first time writing in this fandom, so be nice. Don’t like it don’t read it and all that jazz. Not beta’d we die like men. 😘 I own nothing, all characters belong to SJM.  

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The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was an alphahole. You’d just moved to the city, dying to live outside of a 5 mile radius of your parents and Lunathion welcomed you with open arms. It also helped that your best friend, Marc was in the city. He brought his (then new) boyfriend, Declan to help you move your many, many plants into your tiny, tiny, tiny first apartment. You’d liked Declan, and you still do, but that first day, he made an impression. After all, you’d been friends with Marc for over 50 years, you knew his type. Declan Emmett was so not his type. That’s the first thing that made you exhale in relief when Marc introduced you. For a decade or so, he’d been addicted to blondes that broke his heart, but Declan had burnt red hair, cheekbones that only the fae could possess and an oddly kind smirk.

You could tell he came from money, if the subtle labels on his clothes, ridiculously amazing smelling aftershave and generally unhurried posture told you anything. You glanced at Marc while you shook Declan’s hand, and waved them into your shoebox of a place, fighting a wince when it was crowded with the three of you. You weren’t ashamed of the place, Hel, you’d come from money and power of your own, but you hadn’t wanted that in Lunathion. You’d wanted your own little oasis, and with the design plan you had for every square inch of the place, you knew you’d get it. When Dec clapped his hands together and asked where to start, you knew Marc would propose to the man. And if he didn’t, you probably would. No shade, but Marc had never dated a man who would volunteer for any sort of hard work, or any sort of work at all really. Not when Marc could do anything and everything for them. Which he did, to his detriment, for a decade.

Shaking away the thoughts, you led them down a winding staircase to the lot in the back with a moving truck idling, slid open the back door, and prayed to Urd that everything would fit. Declan rubbed his hands together, cataloguing everything in the space like he was piecing together a puzzle. Marc pulled you to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just let him lead the way on this one sweets. He loves a good puzzle.” He let out a contented sigh, and you grinned up at your best friend, Hel, brother for all intents and purposes, nodding.

It turned out that the two males actually had no intention of letting you help them move your stuff into your place. The second you grabbed for the cabinet, Marc nudged you out of the way and lifted the whole thing with ease. Declan wasn’t any better, only grunting “all good honey” when you asked if he needed help carrying anything. You rolled your eyes after you received that answer for the third time, and padded the four steps it took to get from the living room to the kitchen. If they weren’t going to let you help move your stuff into your own apartment you’d make them something to take home with them. You weren’t deluding yourself into thinking you could make enough food for a male fae and leopard shifter without going astronomically over-budget. Cake? You checked your fridge and pantry, painfully bare in comparison to what you were used to back home. Cookies it is.

You popped in headphones, and lost yourself in the familiar comfort of measuring, sifting, cracking, pouring, mixing and finally, sliding a tray of dough into the oven. You heard a bit of raucous laughter, even through your music, and pulled your headphones out, praying you didn’t actually have noisy neighbors. There were horror stories about loud neighbors in the city. You couldn’t get away from them, and certainly not with Vanir hearing. Thankfully, you recognized the laughter. Well most of it. Marc’s cackle met with Declan’s low chuckle, and danced, but there was another laugh, silky, low and…

“Seriously Marc, I thought this was your best friend? Hel you said she was like a little sister, so why the Hel is she living in this dump?” Your eyebrows pulled inward, guard instantly up. This apartment obviously wasn’t any sort of paradise, but it was yours. “Seriously, I wouldn’t let my worst enemy in this place. I might not even let the Autumn King in here man. I’m pretty sure this place was on the county list to be condemned for Urd’s sake!” Anger began simmering in your stomach. Anger, and something else, because even though this guy was an alphahole, his voice was…really fucking sexy.

“Unlike you Flynn, I don’t try control the females in my life.” There was a sharp laugh from Declan before he exclaimed “What females?” This Flynn person didn’t like that very much at all, if his grunt was anything to go off of.

“Shut the fuck up you dicks. I’ll have you know that I’m not controlling. Not even a little.” Their voices were getting closer to the door by now.

“Uh-huh.” Declan intoned as he crossed into the living room.

“Oh for Urd’s sake! I only brought this up because this is literally the worst district in the city, and I thought you’d be more concerned for her safety, since you care about her that much.” You stepped out from the kitchen, hands on your hips, and peered up and up, and up at the man. You weren’t short, Hel, you were just a touch above average height! But this male…Flynn, was tall, and big with deliciously broad shoulders. Burning fucking Solas. If the apartment felt crowded with three people, it was downright packed when a guy with shoulders like Flynn squeezed himself in.

“I assure you, I can take care of myself.” Flynn raised one perfectly groomed brow and slid his gaze down your frame.

“You’re tiny. I’m amazed you made it to the city alone at all.” Tiny? Tiny?! Never in your life had a male called you tiny. For Urd’s sake, most males you’d been with wondered when you were gonna ‘lose those extra pounds on your belly. And arms. And ass.’ You were not tiny. And you certainly wouldn’t let this alphahole make you feel like it. Your lip curled up in a snarl, but before you could snap a reply, the timer for the cookies sounded. So instead of ending your first day in Lunathion with a murder charge, you scowled at Flynn and his stupid shiny hair, and his stupid perfect skin and stalked the four steps into your kitchen to turn off the oven and remove the cookies to cool.

“Are those your—”

“Spiced butter cookies? Why yes Marc, they are.” This was a game we’d played every time you made the things. It was your grandmother’s recipe, one of three you’d saved from the reckless hand of your parents, who’d thrown everything they could into the hearth after she’d died.

“Did you use the—”

“Best butter from Nidaros? Why yes Marc, yes I did.” Nidarosian butter was hard to come by back home, but here? Let’s just say that you’d scoped out the best grocery markets in the city way before you decided to move here. After all, if you couldn’t find Nidarosian butter, Lunathion would not be a city worth living in. Luckily, they had plenty of the sweet, perfectly salted, creamy butter and it was the first thing you’d stocked the fridge with when you arrived this morning.

“And you baked it with—” This time you answered with a posh accent from your hometown. Rounded vowels and elongated consonants of the richest idiots in your county.

“Love and care? Obviously! What do you take me for?” You and Marc cackled then, at your ridiculous accent and at the questions you went through every time you made these. And maybe you laughed a little in relief too, recognizing that even in this new city, you and Marc hadn’t changed. Not one bit. “Seriously though Marc, thank you for this. And Declan, thank you for masterminding the move. I really appreciate your help.” Declan nodded in your direction, but he was busy looking (gazing was more like it) at Marc, amusement and tenderness dancing in his eyes. “Just give me a second to pack these up.”

You used a bit of your power to cool the cookies while you dropped them into two boxes. You had no intention of giving any cookies to Flynn. And like thinking his name summoned his voice, he spoke. Cthona save us.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Tristan Flynn, most people call me Flynn, but you can call me whatever you’d like sweetheart.” His grin gleamed white and for a second he looked like a cover model for some ridiculous fae product on the shopping channel. Then he cocked his head, lips falling into a smirk, and he looked like an alphahole. You answered with a saccharine smile of your own.

“I don’t think you’d like to hear what I’ll be calling you.” Marc snorted, fully familiar with the running list of names you kept for anyone you deemed an alphahole. Before I could continue, Marc and Declan ushered us all the two steps it took to get from the living room to the front door. Marc scooped the boxes out of your hands with a grin, bringing it up to his nose like the child he was.

“Don’t I get some?” Flynn pouted, and the thought of biting that lip flashed through your brain. You pursed your own lips in annoyance.

“No.”

“Aw come on Tiny. Without me, you wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep.” Your eye twitched at the thought of this male touching your bed and something in your stomach pooled at the thought of his scent on your sheets. You waved that feeling away, calling for the simmering rage you had been feeling before. It came…reluctantly. It was easier when you saw Marc plucking the top box off the stack and handing it to Flynn, despite your answer.

“I could’ve brought it up myself.” You’d have had to use your magic, and would have been totally wiped afterwards, but you could’ve done it. Flynn just snorted and leaned closer into your space. Your fingers twitched into a fist, but his scent was overwhelming, not to mention the aroma of the sweetly spiced cookies wafting up between you two.

“With those little arms darling? You wouldn’t have made it past the first step.” Your brow lifted in challenge. Flynn only grinned his shopping channel smile. That pissed you off enough to feel irrationally wrathful, so you yanked the box of cookies out of his hands and gave it to Declan, instead of your traitorous best friend.

“Declan, it was really nice to meet you. Marc, if I’m not the maid of honor in your mating ceremony, I’ll be pissed for the next century, and a half.” Marc let out a snort and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Declan followed suit, grabbing Flynn’s ridiculously built arm and pulling him out of your space.

“Don’t I get a kiss too?” See? Total alphahole.

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You’d been in Lunathion for three weeks when Declan invited you to his house for an evening. You assumed it was going to be dinner and meeting his roommates so you were in the middle of throwing together a cake for the thing, when Marc called.

“Flynn will be there.” Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t seen the male since he was in your apartment, well not in person. He did seem so star in a few of your dreams after the fact. Not that you’d tell anyone, least of all Marc. “You’re not allowed to bail. I’m telling you this so you’ll be prepared.”

“But I don’t wanna see Flynn!” You spat the name, cheeks going warm at your whining. You hadn’t acted like this in a long, long time. Marc knew it too.

“And why exactly don’t you want to see him?” You could hear the smirk in Marc’s voice.

“He’s an alphahole. Obviously.”

“Uh-huh. Well honestly, you’ll probably hardly see him. It’s a party, and he’s definitely the life of the party.” It’s a party? Why in Urd’s name— “I knew you wouldn’t agree to go if I invited you, so I had Declan do it.” There was a rustling on the other side of the line and I could hear Declan yelling. “He says he’s sorry for deceiving you, but really wanted you to meet everyone.” Marc huffed a laugh at whatever else Declan said “I really want you to meet everyone too. I mean, if you’re gonna be my maid of honor, you’ll need to know the mating party.” Damn. For as much as you’d teased Marc and Dec about getting mated, you could see it happening, and soon. Marc, unfortunately and annoyingly was right about meeting Dec’s friends. I mean, they couldn’t all be alphaholes like Flynn…right?

“I promise you, they aren’t all like Tristan Flynn. Ruhn’s chill, You’ll love Bryce, and Hunt is obsessed with Bryce so you’ll love him too. Tharion may be an acquired taste for you, but really, you’ll love them. Please say you’ll come.” Marc’s voice had taken on a note of pleading, and you sighed.

“I’ll hardly see him?” Marc let out a laugh. “I’m serious Marc! I almost murdered the male when he called me tiny. I’m sure Declan doesn’t want blood on his carpet.” That made Marc laugh even harder.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think blood is the worst they’ve got on the carpet in that house.” He let loose one more laugh. “I’ll see you at 10!” You squawked at the phone, but he’d already hung up. Turning to the cake cooling on the counter you sighed.

If you were meant to be up all night, you’d better take a nap.

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Marc was probably right about blood not being the worst thing on the carpets in this house. You actually couldn’t believe they even bothered to keep the carpet in this place at all. It was a veritable frat house, complete with the alarmingly sticky floor, ridiculous towel tapestries and sagging couches. It’s a wonder the house was still standing at all. Mirthroot filled the air as Marc pulled you into the living room, lifting the cake from your hands, leading towards a couch and a few loveseats. All pieces of furniture were filled with laughing people smoking mirthroot and sipping drinks. No Flynn in sight. Your shoulders sagged a bit in relief. You were still waking up from your nap, and weren’t nearly alert or drunk enough for verbal sparring with that particular male.

You picked Declan out of the group first, red hair glinting in the the flashing lights of the party.

“You came!” Declan was tipsy, and clearly pleased to see you as he scooped you into a hug.

“And she brought us cake.” Marc lifted the cake and wiggled the plate a bit to get Dec’s attention. Declan saw the cake, eyes wide, and turned back to you.

“I love you, and if you weren’t basically Marc’s little sister, I would totally date you.” You snorted a laugh and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for the confidence booster Dec. I’d totally date you too” Declan pretended to swoon and pulled you to his chest in a hug, popping a kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulders.

“Everyone, this is Marc’s best friend!” He cheered, and the group let out an indulgent cheer too. “This is everyone!” Marc laughed at Dec’s introduction and took the reins

“That’s Ruhn Danaan, crown prince and all that,” The male in question winked at you, and you could feel your face warming. “Bryce Quinlan, his sister and reluctant crown princess” Bryce waved off the attention and grinned at you.

“Nice to see I’m not the only one suffering these alphaholes.” You matched her smile and answered. “It’s a thankless, full-time job.” The males in question shouted in protest, while you and Bryce laughed.

“Alright miss ‘full-time’,” Marc continued with a smile. “Next to Bryce is Hunt Athalar, Fallen Angel extraordinaire.” Hunt made a gesture that you were sure was rude, but also ancient as Marc moved on to the last man in their group “That’s Tharion. He’s the mer version of Sherlock Holmes. Sort of.” Tharion didn’t bother with gestures and told Marc to fuck off. You laughed, and Marc and Declan guided you to the couch. You didn’t bother asking about Flynn, you didn’t want to know about Flynn, or his shiny hair, or his bulging biceps, or his place in the group or—You didn’t want to know about Flynn. Not at all.

The party progressed as most parties always do, with mirthroot and shots. So many shots. A couple hours in, you were well on your way to blasted and humming to yourself as your searched upstairs for the bathroom. You’d already been in two other rooms so far and had only found a bedroom and a ridiculously large closet. You pushed the next door open and froze. Tristan Flynn was naked. Tristan Flynn was naked, and licking into a faun twice your size who was also naked. Neither of them was paying attention to you. The faun was a work of art, all supple skin and soft belly and heaving breasts and Flynn wasn’t much different.

You blamed the shots for your slow reaction, for your desire to linger, for the way you catalogued the muffled moans that came from Flynn. You watched for longer than you should have, as the faun rolled her hips over Flynn’s face. As Flynn gripped her thighs and pulled her tighter over him. The faun’s gasp broke you out of your daze and you were more than a bit horrified at your…voyeurism. Then you shook your head, and stumbled out of the room. You were way too drunk for a moral quandary in a frat house.

You found the bathroom soon enough, and after washing your hands, you were ready to leave. Your face was hot, Hel, everything was hot after the drinking and dancing and laughing. You were tired. And you couldn’t stop hearing Tristan Flynn, moaning from under a fucking faun. So you said your goodbyes to the group, promising to text Marc when you got home and to text Bryce in the morning to make brunch plans. You waved off Declan when he offered to walk you to the door, waving your phone and promising that you could make it to your rideshare in one piece all by yourself and dropping a kiss on his cheek.

You were nearly at the door, trying to focus on your phone to figure out where exactly you were supposed to be meeting your ride, when shit went to Hel.

“Hey! Heeeeeeeey, hey. You wanna drink?” You hadn’t noticed the male approach you, drunk and buried in your phone as you were, you probably could have fallen asleep standing up, but something about this male made you bristle and shake off the cobwebs. The male was a bit bigger than you, not someone you’d have a problem getting away from with a few words and a perfectly timed smile sober. But you were not sober. Not by a long shot. In the back of your head, you wondered if that’s why he’d bothered to approach.

“No thanks. I was just leaving.” There. That should do it. You turned back to your screen.

“Well what about a drink before you head out?�� You were already shaking your head no when the male grabbed your arm and whirled you to him. He stank of alcohol and something that was definitely harder that mirthroot.

“Let go of me.” You didn’t try to pull your arm away, not yet. If you were going to have to fight, you’d need surprise on your side. Your addled brain knew that much.

“Come oooooon. I’m a great bartender. I can make you something special.” The male winked and you had no doubt that the ‘something special’ he made would not end well for you. So you wrenched your arm back and kicked him between his legs as hard as you could, racing back towards the living room. You’d be safest in a crowd of bodies. The male yowled in pain behind you, but still reached to pull you back. You shook him off another time and bounded towards the stairs, closer to the party proper. “Come back here! You fucking b—”

“I’d watch what you say.” You were so frantic trying to get back to the living room that the voice pulled you up short. Tristan Flynn stood on the bottom step, arms crossed and muscles working casually in a perfectly tight t-shirt. The male in question scoffed.

“I was just offering her a drink.”

“Seems to me like she didn’t want it.” Flynn’s voice was low, dangerous and…hot, your drunken brain provided. For Urd’s sake. Still, the male didn’t take the hint. He stepped towards you, looking equal parts murderous and smarmy. You stumbled back, closer to the stairs. Closer to Flynn.

“Come on, don’t you want to have a drink with me? I promised I’d make you something special.” You stepped back further and jumped as a gentle hand found your back. Flynn’s hand. Flynn. He kept his hand on your back, first between your shoulders then sliding down, down, down to your lower back as he stepped down to the floor beside you, palm heating your skin along the way. He took one step, small, negligible really, but just enough to place himself in front of you. Your stomach swooped and your gaze snapped up to his.

“Do you want a drink from this…male, Tiny?” More sobriety clawed its way to the surface at the nickname, and you narrowed your eyes. Flynn smirked, and nodded towards the male. His sneering face brought a wave of fear your way, and you shook your head no. Your phone dinged with a notification. Your ride was outside. Thank Urd. Flynn peered at your phone and nodded. “Looks like your ride is here Tiny. I’ll walk you out.” He turned to the male in the hallway, face like stone. “You stay here, our crown prince wants a word with you.” The male’s eyes widened, but Flynn just pressed his palm on your back and nudged you forward.

When you were finally outside, he stopped you in front of the car, turning you towards him. His brows were pulled close, eyes skimming over your body in concern.

“Did he hurt you, Tiny?” You could do nothing but shake your head and stare. This Tristan Flynn was a complete departure from the one you’d first met. Hel, he seemed genuinely concerned. “Are you sure? Do you need to report anything? I promised Marc I’d stay away from you tonight, but this is serious. If you don’t want to talk to a male, we’ve got plenty of females at the Aux that can—” You shook your head again, stopping his admittedly cute rambling and catching on the fact that Marc made him promise to stay away from you. Why the Hel would he do that?

“Why would he ask you to stay away from me?” Flynn leaned closer, face flashing with concern, before a small grin slid across his face. This one was softer than his smirks, and a little rueful.

“Apparently, I make you uncomfortable.” You must have looked confused, because he sighed and continued. “You’re fun to tease, Tiny, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. Especially considering Dec and Marc will probably be mated before the year is up.” He shrugged like it was nothing, and maybe to him it was. He surely couldn’t have trouble finding a female or five in Lunathion to tease. Your mind flashed back to the faun, and his moans and… Stop. You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

“Well, thank you Flynn.” You probably would have made it back to the party with a sore arm, a bruise or two and a bucket of trauma, but Flynn helped you. It made your perception of him glitch a bit.

“Call me Tristan.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Glitch over.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh please do think of me, Tiny. Dream of me, even!” You scoffed, but couldn’t completely conceal the grin that tugged at your lips.

So Tristan Flynn might not be a total alphahole.

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The following months were filled with decorating your small apartment, then redecorating it, settling into your new job at the embassy archives, brunches with Bryce, and of course, parties at the Frat House. It was fun. After your grandmother died and you’d decided to leave home, you weren’t quite sure that you’d find your place. But Lunathion and everyone in it had become home. Hel, Even Tristan Flynn had continued to prove himself to not be a total alphahole. Apparently miracles do happen. Or maybe it was just this odd little group making them happen.

You’d spent more time thinking (and loathsomely, dreaming) about Flynn. Tristan. Ugh. It was getting bad. Marc began bringing him up to see your reaction, and laughing when you directed a withering glare at him. Every. Single. Time. It wasn’t like you’d never had a crush on a male. It’s just that you’d never crushed on someone who was so much a part of your life and the life of your friends. You usually crushed on males so far out of your league that you could put them in a glass case and gaze at them from afar. That was not the case with Tristan Flynn, gods, you were in the stage of the crush where everything he did you wanted to watch. Everything he said you wanted to hear. And it was so godsdamned annoying.

Seriously, you’d never been so annoyed with yourself. And it wasn’t just your heart taking a hit, but your body too. Every time you heard his voice, heat pooled in your stomach. His laugh had your face warming. His gaze on you had you thinking you might actually spontaneously combust. He was just the right amount of charming, kind and alphahole that you never expected to like, let alone crave. Which is exactly why you avoided Tristan Flynn like the fucking plague. That, and you didn’t have enough in your budget to keep buying batteries like the world was ending.

The first party you’d gone to after everything had happened was normal enough, but Flynn hadn’t ever stopped watching you. He’d shift around the room, but he could always see you, and you him. He’d bring you drinks to try and was always ready to roll a bit of mirthroot for you. Hel, he even let you on his beer pong team, despite your warnings (and Marc’s) that you were awful. Flynn only shrugged and laughed good naturedly when you two lost, high-fiving you in mock celebration.

It was after that abysmal game that he brought you another drink, this one in a wine glass.

“Marc told me that you like wine.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t even know the boys had wine in the house. The kitchen was stocked with so much hard liquor you were surprised there was room for anything else. Taking the glass you gave it a sniff and grinned. Somehow, Tristan Flynn had gotten your favorite wine, and from the way he was watching your face, he knew it too. Marc is such a busybody.

“Thanks Flynn.” You raised the drink in cheers and took a sip. Perfect.

“It’s Tristan, remember?” He stepped closer to you, breaching your personal space. Your traitorous body did not mind. Not one bit. Bitch.

“I told you I’d think about it, remember?” A lazy smile slid across your face as you clutched the wine glass. Flynn looked from your face, to the glass, to your lips, and to the glass again. He took another step closer, gripping the glass lightly and cupping your hand in his much larger one.

Your breath caught as he pulled the glass and your hand along with it towards his mouth. Pulling your eyes to his, you found Flynn watching you, all the while the glass moved closer and closer to his lips. Finally, he took a sip and you couldn’t resist watching his lips kiss the glass. He swallowed, and your eyes dropped to watch his Adam’s apple dip and rise. Flynn leaned closer, closer, closer, until he was right next to your ear.

“You drive a hard bargain Tiny. Guess I’ll have to be patient.” You exhaled a breath as his lips brushed your ear, and then between one breath and the next, Flynn was back to normal, standing in front of you, watching your reaction. Watching for discomfort, you realized. Whatever your face was doing, it wasn’t discomfort, so he smiled that soft smile and strolled away, melting into the party.

So yeah, you were avoiding Tristan Flynn, because honestly you were going to have a heart attack or run out of panties at the rate you were going.

No one else but Marc and Dec seemed to notice in the following months. Marc thought it was hilarious, but Dec was worried. So worried he pulled you aside tonight at what was probably your 30th party at the house, and asked if Flynn had done anything to upset you. You were mortified. All you could do was assure Declan that Flynn hadn’t done anything, and that you were just…awkward. Cthona spare you! Bryce took one look at your face after that conversation and told Hunt to stay at the party while you had a girls night. Hunt looked suspicious, but gave Bryce a quick peck and tugged you to her side.

“Be careful Princess.” Bryce rolled her eyes while still managing to look pleased. The walk back to her apartment was quick, filled with heated debate about the latest episode of Fangs and Bangs. When you reached the elevator to her place she turned to you.

“Okay, I wanted to wait until we were in private, but I have to know…What the Hel is going on between you and Flynn?” You gaped at her for a moment, and the elevator doors dinged open. She grinned. “Come on! There has to be something happening between you two. He always asks about you and—” Bryce stopped short, causing you to bump into her. The door to her apartment was wide open, and there was something on the floor, bleeding, if your nose was to be believed. Too small to be Syrinx, thank Urd, but…Bryce slid a gun into her hand from Urd knows where and advanced slowly, calling Hunt. You followed closely behind, ready to offer whatever backup you could.

“…yeah the door was wide open.” A bit more chatter on the line “No, he didn’t say anything.” A crackle from the line. “Well I don’t fucking know Athalar, I would had asked if — Oh my Gods! Ithan?!”

—

Ithan Holstrom was a sweetheart. The ex-sunball player was kind, gentler than you’d expected and way nicer than anyone should be given he lost his brother and was violently removed from his pack a few weeks ago. You and Ithan had struck up a friendship of sorts. One that relied on you teaching him how to bake, and him becoming your personal trainer. You’d always said you’d pick up your self-defense training after a few weeks in the city, but you never did. Mainly because most classes were held at the Aux and you really, really didn’t want to risk running into Flynn. But after what had happened with Bryce and Ithan, you realized that you really needed to get back into it. You were fairly safe at home and work and with the guys and Bryce, but Lunathion was still a major city. You had been slacking, a lot. So once Ithan had healed properly, and he’d noticed your restlessness, he offered to go running with you. Running turned into a running and an hour of lifting, and then that turned into running in the morning, then lifting and sparring after work.

Ithan was distractingly hot, with the biceps and the easy smile and, oh right, the abs, but still a good teacher. He helped you refresh the basics with a shifter twist, and he didn’t even push when you wouldn’t answer his question as to why you weren’t taking classes at the Aux. Instead of pushing, he asked you to teach him how to make cookies.

Which is why you both stood in your small kitchen, Ithan scratching his head while looking at the recipe card, and you distracted by how his biceps moved with the action. You’d already made a few cakes with Ithan, to Bryce’s delight (she was y’alls taste tester), and you knew he could actually handle himself in the kitchen. Which is exactly why you decided to work on a more challenging recipe than just regular chocolate chip.

“Browned Butter Toffee & Chocolate Chip Cookes? Cthona’s tits, are you sure I can handle this?” You grinned at him, pulling the recipe card out of his hands and nodding.

“Of course Ithan. I wouldn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle. Now grab the butter.” Ithan mumbled something under his breath, but it was so low that you couldn’t make it out.

“The Nid—”

“Yes the Nidarosian butter. Just one stick.” You spun back to your cabinets pulling out brown sugar and Ogean sea salt. You both met at the stovetop, shoulder to shoulder as Ithan looked at you for the next step. “Kay so first we need to melt the butter. Can you grab that pot?” You pointed to the one on the shelf to your right, it was closer to Ithan and if you’re being honest, placed so high that you’d have to climb your counter to grab it. You clearly didn’t use it that often. Ithan grinned and grabbed the pot, placing it on the stovetop.

“Why’d you even put something up that high? You’re so tiny, there’s no way you could reach that.” Rolling your eyes, you dropped the butter into the pan and turned on the burner. Do all Lunathion males think you’re…tiny? You weren’t, you really weren’t, but something about you was apparently small to Flynn and now Ithan.

“What is it with you Lunathion males? Always calling me tiny. I’m not that small!” Ithan laughed, picking up on the frustration in your voice.

“I see I’ve hit a nerve…Tiny.” You scowled pushing him away from you. Willing to play along, he leaned to the side, but not before trapping your hand against his chest and taking you with him. Turning a bit so his back was against the wall, he pulled you closer and looked down, catching the surprise on your face. “Does it really bother you?”

You had no idea what on Urd he was talking about. Not with him so close. One arm pulled you closer to him by the waist and the other trapped your hand against his heart. You could feel it beating through the heat sinking into your skin. Hel, you could feel all of him molded against your front, chest to chest. Ithan dipped his head lower, coming eye-to-eye with you. He asked again. “Does it bother you? The nickname?”

Before you could answer, the scent of perfectly melted Nidarosian butter wafted to you and like a spell broken, you stepped back out of Ithan’s grasp.

“We just need to add the brown sugar and salt, then we whisk it.” Ithan pushed off from the wall casually, and stalked towards you, nodding. You added the ingredients, tilting toward the counter to your left for the whisk.

“And how exactly do we whisk?” Ithan was behind you now, hooking his chin on your shoulder. He continued. “I mean, I know you’ve shown me the whisk before, but I don’t quite remember the technique.” He tilted his mouth towards your ear as he spoke, and his voice made your head just a bit woozy. You let loose a breath before dipping the whisk in the bubbling toffee to be. Mixing with a light flick of your wrist you showed him. Ithan hummed in understanding. “I think I get it, but could you make sure I’m doing it right?” Ithan stepped a touch closer, and the scent of his soap and skin urged you to lean back into his chest. Pulling the whisk from your hand, he gripped it and waved it around. “A hand please, Tiny?”

You dropped your palm on top of his hand, fitting your forearm over his larger one. You guided his hand in the whisking motion you’d shown him before. He hummed again, and stepped impossibly closer, pushing you between the stovetop and his body softly. Then he whisked the boiling toffee perfectly, calming the bubbling liquid. He repeated the action every time the mixture began to bubble for the next few minutes.

“Did I do good, Tiny?” You could have sworn Ithan dipped his nose to your neck when he asked for your approval, but the scent of him and the toffee was distracting enough that you did all you could to drag your attention back to the task at hand.

“Perfect.” This time you definitely felt his grin against your neck. Burning fucking Solas.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait for it to cool.” Ithan nodded into your neck once more, then stepped back.

The cookies turned out perfectly.

—

When Ithan moved into the Frat house, you weren’t at all surprised. Ithan was a sweetheart, and you clearly weren’t the only one who thought so, if the attention that Ruhn, Dec and Flynn showered on him was any indication. You’d noticed it when you met up with Bryce at the house before brunch. The guys were having some sort of Sunball watch party, with Ruhn, Hunt, Dec, Marc, Ithan and Flynn lounging in the living room, snacking and talking shit. Males.

Ever a fan of ignoring a problem (crush) until it goes away (Which has literally never happened to you. Not once.), you hurried Bryce out the door and to the elevator. You could feel Flynn’s stare on you as you hustled out the door, and could hear Ithan’s confusion in his “Hi Tiny! Bye Tiny!” A smack sounded, and Ithan squawked. You barely heard the ‘sorry Pup’ before Bryce shut the door.

Bryce was kind enough to wait until you had both ordered brunch before she began her interrogation.

“Okay, what in fresh fuck is going on with you and Flynn? And Ithan?” She added Ithan to the question with a quirked brow. You debated lying, you really did, but you needed to talk about this with someone. A female, and honestly after all these months, you trusted Bryce.

“You can’t tell anyone. Well, I guess you can tell Hunt. He wouldn’t tell anyone. I don’t think…” Bryce tilted her head to the side, face expectant. No more stalling apparently. “Fine…I…I don’t know.”

“What the Hel do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean…Flynn is just a flirty guy right? Like he probably looks at most girls like—”

“Like he wants to swallow them whole?” You choked on your breath.

“He does not look at me like that!”

“He really, really does. What happened between you two?”

“Nothing really…” You told Bryce about the first time you met, and then the party, and by the end, she was looking at you like you had five heads.

“In what universe does him doing all that mean he doesn’t like you? Hel, that’s practically a proposal from Flynn.” Now you looked at Bryce like she was crazy. “I’m serious. He asks about you all the time and the only reason he doesn’t have your number and ask you himself is because you haven’t given us permission to give him your number. He. Likes. You.” Bryce didn’t give you a chance to respond, jumping topics. “And what’s going on with you and our resident wolf-boy?” You groaned and dropped your head to the table.

“Please stop talking about them.” You didn’t want to think about them, especially considering how much your subconscious wanted you to think about them. You’d been having increasingly vivid dreams about the two males in your bed for the past week, and it wasn’t getting any better. When you finally raised your head, Bryce was smirking.

“You know…I can see you three together. It’d be hot as Hel too.” You grumbled a few curses and Bryce cackled as you tossed a bread roll at her head. “Seriously, you need to go for it and put everyone out of their misery.” You groaned and Bryce laughed louder “Honestly, let me know if y’all ever give a show. All those muscles, and your ass? Yeah, I’ll be the first to buy a ticket!”

—

Despite Bryce’s encouragement, you avoided the House along with Flynn and Ithan. You couldn’t think about either of them without getting distracted and more than a little wet, so you stayed away. Not necessarily effective, but…old habits and all that. You were just thinking about the viability of actually making new friends when Ithan called. You didn’t have it in you to ignore the call, and honestly, you missed his voice.

“Hey Ithan!” Apparently, your knee jerk reaction was to pretend that you hadn’t been ignoring him and every male you knew in Lunathion for a solid month.

“Hey Tiny. How are you doing?” Ithan sounded wary, which made you wary.

“I’m fine, why?”

“Well I figured you had to be sick or something to be avoiding all of us like we’re lepers.” Silence suffocated the line and you weren’t quite sure how to respond. You could still hear Ithan breathing softly on the line, waiting. Always so patient with you.

“I— I’m sorry.” You searched for more words. A full sentence would be good. “I’m not sick, I’ve just been, off. I didn’t mean to ignore you, or anyone, not really. I was just…in a mood I guess.” Ithan hummed, and you could tell he was mulling over your response.

“Fine, and because I’m super benevolent and shit,” You snorted at that, but let him continue. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.” It was your turn to answer warily.

“Come to the Aux to train with me.” You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. You were weighing your options. If you could figure out when Flynn wasn’t there, you could train with Ithan then. That way you’d only have to worry about one of your fantasy males instead of two. You’d have to ask Marc or Declan for — Ithan’s voice sounded on the other side of the line. “Tiny? You still there?” You cleared your throat.

“Oh um yeah. I’m here.” You cringed at yourself. Smooth.

“Well, do we have a deal?” You kissed your teeth in annoyance at the whole thing, but agreed anyways. You didn’t want to lose Ithan as a friend, and you knew Flynn could be a great friend too, you just needed to get over your stupid, ridiculously horny crush and you’d be fine. You know what they say, the only way out, is through.

—

You did not want to be Ithan Holstrom’s friend. You definitely did not want to be Tristan Flynn’s friend. Not when the both of them were shirtless, glistening in sweat and lifting heavy, heavy weights side by side in the Aux training room. Urd help you. You’d gotten there early, just in case you got lost on the way, and those extra ten minutes were gonna be your downfall. Or maybe it was Flynn’s back muscles rippling as cleaned at least 200lbs.

The only way out is through bitch. Wipe the drool from your mouth and get in there.

You inhaled the air of the Aux, thankfully it smelled more like disinfectant than a sweaty locker room, and walked into the training room. There were a few other Fae there, but no one you knew. The music rattled your bones as you nodded to them anyways, circling to stand in front of the two males. They looked even more disgustingly delicious from the front. All pecs and biceps and abs on abs on abs. Burning fucking Solas.

“I thought we were training together.” You quipped.

Ithan dropped his bar with a grin, and bounded over to hug you, sweaty limbs and all. You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Not a chance Holstrom, I can smell you from here.” He grinned and lurched forward like he was going to hug you anyways. You yelped and stepped back shouting a quick ‘no way in Hel!’. Then Flynn stepped beside Ithan, placed his hand where Ithan’s neck joined his shoulder and squeezed, just a bit. Ithan’s eyes flashed and the look he leveled at Flynn was…heated.

“You bothering Tiny, Pup?” The words had an effect on you. An effect you did not want to be having in a room full of Fae with sensitive noses. Still, you couldn’t look away from the two of them.

“We’re just playing T.” Flynn turned his attention to you, and your body heated under his gaze. He did a full body scan, starting at your eyes, looking down to your chest, down and down to your shorts and further down still at your legs. When he drew his gaze back up, you swallowed.

“Looks like Tiny is ready to train, Pup. Why don’t you get her warmed up?” Another bar dropped on the floor loudly, and broke you out of whatever trance Tristan Flynn’s eyes put you in. Ithan seemed a bit more focused too, and for the next 45 minutes you warmed up, and did your strength training.

Flynn watched you both the whole time. Paying extra attention when Ithan corrected your posture for your hang cleans and squats. He even watched as you and Ithan moved over to the sparring ring, arms folded, biceps bulging and eyes tracking the both of you he was the wolf.  

Ithan took it easy on you at the start. You didn’t really like sparring in the first place, preferring the conceptual techniques and repetitive training to actually fighting, but you needed the practice. You took a few hits to the shoulder and one annoying one to the cheek, but Ithan wasn’t going full strength. You didn’t ask him to and you were pretty sure he never would have anyways. Your last combo pushed Ithan back on his heels just long enough for you put him in a headlock. Well…your version of a headlock on a male who’s at least a head and a half taller than you. Really, you were hanging onto his neck from behind, but close enough.

You and Ithan laughed, and Flynn applauded from the sidelines. Then, he hopped up into the ring and sauntered towards us.

“Looks like our Tiny has quite a few moves up her sleeve.” You tried to ignore Flynn’s use of ‘our’ as he carried on. “Do you think she can handle both of us at once Pup?”

Your eyes flashed to the male in annoyance, but already you were thinking of strategies. Flynn could tell. The moment his eyes caught yours, they brightened in excitement. Ithan wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know T, It’s—”

“I can take it.” Sweet merciful Cthona you did not just say that. “I mean, I can take you two.” Flynn’s smirk grew as you continued to ramble. “I mean, I can handle you two. In a fight.” Ithan and Flynn shared another look, then turned back to you, grinning.

“Rules, T?” Ithan asked as he circled the ring.

“No scratching, hair pulling or ball busting. Everything else is fair game.” You nodded, already thinking about what exactly you could do and glad to hear that biting was still on the table. Suckers.

The key to fighting multiple opponents hand-to-hand, is to stack them. If one is coming at you from your front, turn so that no matter where the other attacker is, they can’t get to you without going through their friend. You knew the concept of stacking well enough, and had practiced it with at least 5 people at once, but these two males on the mat weren’t simply people. They were trained, and they were ready to lay you down on that mat. As much as the thought appealed to you, you weren’t in the mood to hear the alphaholes gloating about it for the next century.

Flynn grabbed for you first, and you flitted out of the way. You were feeling each other out. He lunged again, and you dodged, but you also noticed Ithan watching, waiting. You noticed him circling Flynn and you, and when Ithan finally lunged, you ran straight for Flynn, grabbing his shoulder and forearm and yanking him in front of you and therefore in front of Ithan.

The two males grunted as they slammed into each other, and you stepped away from Flynn, letting gravity do the work for you. The two tumbled to the ground face first but before you could crow your triumph, Ithan grabbed your ankle and sent you to the floor as well. Ithan swung his leg over your hips with a grin, pinning you to the ground with a wicked smile. He leaned closer to your face as Flynn grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head.

For a moment, all logical thought left your brain as you felt Ithan on top of you and Flynn’s grip burning into your wrists, but then you heard Flynn chuckle. And it was so much like the chuckle you heard when you first met him that you snapped back to reality, shoved your hips up like you were doing a bridge, then flipped over to the left quickly enough that Ithan toppled over and so that within a second, you were on top of him. Take that alphaholes!

While the males were still in shock, you yanked your hands towards your chest, dragging Flynn along on his knees and bit his hands that circled your wrists. He let out a shout of surprised pain and you hopped up and out of their space, bouncing on your toes in fighting stance. Flynn and Ithan stayed on the ground, staring up at you. It was your turn to smirk.

“Told you I could handle you.”

—

You’d been in Lunathion for one entire year. You couldn’t believe how much had changed, how much you had changed but you were grateful. You loved your minuscule apartment, you loved your friends, Hel, you even loved the disgusting Frat House. It had a certain sticky charm. What you did not love was Bryce and Marc, pestering you about Flynn and Ithan.

“Nothing’s going to happen.” You waved them off and continued walking towards the Frat House. Apparently Ruhn was hosting some sort of watch party for something about Sunball. You didn’t really care, but you wanted to be surrounded by your people. Even if they were yelling nonsense at a tv screen.

“Not if you don’t initiate it! Those males are practically salivating over you.” You scrunched your nose at the image of it. “Seriously, how stubborn can you be?!”  Marc sounded more frustrated than usual about the whole situation, and you side-eyed him.

“I’m not being stubborn, but I have no interest in complicating things. We just became friends.” That much was true. You, Flynn and Ithan had formed your own triad of sorts after that first training session in the Aux. There were certain things you always did together, and you wouldn’t give up your post training smoothie session with the two of them for anything. Not even their dicks. Cthona spare you.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, I’m sure you all can figure out how to fuck.”

“Bryce!”

“She’s right, though! Flynn and Ithan are obsessed with you. The three of you are basically inseparable, and honestly, you’d be really cute together.”

“That’s what I told her Marc! She never listens.” You were a few blocks away now, and you rolled your eyes at the two. A phone chimed, and Bryce pulled hers out, scowling at the screen.

“Marc, did you get the ice?” Marc looked at Bryce in confusion.

“Pretty sure you were supposed to get the ice, Princess.”

“ Well Ruhn says that if either of us walk into the House without ice, we won’t be allowed in.” Marc frowned.

“Seems a bit aggressive for ice but…” They both turned to me. “We’re going to go get ice, we’ll see you in there.” Then, they turned away and started walking in the opposite direction. Weirdos.

When you finally made it to the house, it was quiet for once. Creepy. You called out to see if anyone would answer as you pushed the door open, but you were met with silence. Super creepy. You pulled out your stun gun and flicked it on, just in case. You passed the stairwell, and took in the living room. It was dark, no strobe lights or even the light from the TV. Just as you were about to turn tail and leave there was a burst of noise and light.

“Surprise!” What the fuck?

The confusion must have shown on your face, because as everyone in your life in Lunathion cheered and celebrated, Marc walked up to you to explain.

“It your anniversary party! It’s been a year since you moved to Lunathion and joined our rag tag little group. We wanted to celebrate you.” Tears pricked at your eyes, and you felt a watery smile growing. Marc had thrown you a party.

“How did you get everyone to come?” Marc grinned like a cat who caught the canary.

“Oh. No. This wasn’t my idea. This was all Flynn and Ithan. They organized it, invited everyone, the whole shebang. I just showed up.”

“And forgot the ice.” Marc rolled his eyes.

“There was never any ice…” He kept talking, but you tuned him out. You scanned the room for a sign of the two males, but they were no where to be found. So you interrupted Marc’s rambling for answers.

“Where are they?”

—

You found Ithan in the kitchen in front of a yellow three-tiered monstrosity and a piping bag in hand. He was humming to himself as he piped purple flowers onto the cake. You called his name to get his attention.

“Tiny?” He whirled to face you, smile widening as you stared at him, and then the cake. He followed your stare to the cake and jumped up, towards you, hands coming to cover your eyes. “Close your eyes Tiny! It’s bad luck for you to see the cake before the…um, time for cake.” You snorted.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot right?” You turned to face him head tilted up to see a bit of vulnerability in his eyes. You opened your mouth to say what, you weren’t sure, but Flynn breezed in, and answered for the both of you.

“Pup, you’re our idiot. Isn’t that right Tiny?” Flynn winked at you both, and rounded the counter. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled both of them into a hug.

“I can’t believe you guys did this for me.” You squeezed them tighter. “Thank you.” You pulled back a bit, and Ithan nodded, glancing at you with a soft smile before he returned to the cake. When you turned to Flynn, your eyes widened at the intensity of his gaze.

“We’ve got you Tiny. Just like you’ve got us.” You melted a bit at the sincerity in Flynn’s eyes, and nodded in agreement. After everything that happened this year, you would absolutely go to bat for every person in this house right now, especially Flynn and Ithan. Flynn smiled after a moment. “Now go enjoy your party baby, we’ll see you in a bit.” Your heart stopped at the endearment, but Flynn merely guided you to the threshold of the kitchen and nudged you towards the party.

—

You’d never had so much fun in your life. Flynn and Ithan had arranged for you to play a bunch of stupid party games that you’d never been able to try out at the regular Frat House Parties and they were fun. You had all the people you loved under one roof, playing games, yelling to your favorite songs, shoveling yellow cake with purple flowers into their mouths and you felt light and happy and loved. That was all thanks to Flynn and Ithan. So, before the night wore into morning and your friends were all too wasted to appreciate it, you gave a toast.

“First of all, I want to thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure I’d last a week in Lunathion, let alone a year, and I’m beyond grateful to have you all here celebrating this with me. When I first got to the city, I was so sure I wouldn’t find home again,” you’d thought home had died a while back, with your grandmother and her cottage and her love. “But then I met you all, and I remembered exactly what home feels like. And now, thanks to you, I get to love my life, love my friends, and love my home.” Everyone ‘Awwed’ in the way drunken friends do. You caught Flynn and Ithan’s eyes watching you.

“I also want to thank Flynn and Ithan. We had an…interesting start…” Everyone laughed, and Flynn quirked a smirk. Ithan just grinned like the puppy he was. “But they’ve become a huge part of my life, and I want to thank them both for putting all of this together for me.” Everyone applauded until Ruhn fell backwards on the couch next to Dec, releasing a gust of air and smirking.

“Dec, I think we better find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” This time, everyone laughed and though you felt embarrassment heating your face, your eyes also caught Flynn’s, then Ithan’s. Maybe Ruhn was right. Maybe Bryce and Marc were right.

—

Everyone left in about an hour. Everyone but Flynn and Ithan. You had started to clean up the living room, not willing to leave all of the work to the males. Especially not after all they did.

“You should not be cleaning Tiny. This is your party.” You turned towards Flynn, grinning. He walked towards you, and in a display of boldness, or maybe comfort, you draped your arms on his shoulders. Your hands came together around his neck, and as he tilted your chin up, your hands played with the short hairs falling onto his neck.

“I’m pretty sure the party’s over Flynn.” Flynn hummed in acknowledgment and dipped his head lower, lower, lower, towards your lips.

“Always so astute Tiny.” Then, finally, Flynn kissed you. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, and Flynn luxuriated in the kiss, in your lips. Here was the kiss you’d been dreaming and daydreaming about for the past three months. The kiss that curled your toes and sent fire rushing through your veins. Finally, finally—

“Finally.” You giggled at Flynn’s words against your lips. “Come to bed with me, baby?” Your heart jumped at the endearment again, and you nodded, wrapping your legs around Flynn’s waist as he lifted you closer to him. He kissed your neck as he walked you up the steps, into his room. He had you back down on the bed before you could even think about the last time you were in his room.

Flynn plastered himself onto you without hesitation, nuzzling your neck and nipping your ear.

“Is this okay Tiny?” You nodded frantically, and he continued kissing your skin, first down your neck, then to your chest, right above your tits. “Is this okay baby?” You nodded again. Annoyed at the absence of his lips. He chuckled and returned his attention to your skin nipping and sucking and driving your out of your mind.

Flynn moved further still, pulling off your clothes with ease and caressing your stomach with a hand, then a kiss, then another kiss lower and lower and —

“Burning Solas Flynn!” He nipped at your clit before lifting his head.

“Say my name Tiny.” He locked his stare with yours, then gave your pussy an experimental lick. Your hips jerked up, but Flynn braced his forearm over your them, holding you in place. “My name baby, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He dipped down to lick into you again and you keened.

“T, please.” You’d liked hearing the short name coming out of Ithan’s mouth and had been dying to try it since you first heard it. Apparently, it was not what Flynn was looking for. He nipped at your clit again, the pain curling your toes until it melted into pleasure as you did your best to push your pussy onto his face, chasing more of his tongue and teeth and lips.

“Not quite.” You whined.

“You let Ithan call you T, why can’t I call you T?”

“Because,” Flynn gripped your thighs and pulled your closer to his face as his stare heated your body. “My name belongs in your mouth baby.” Then, Flynn dipped his head back to your pussy and licked and sucked and—

“Tristan! Fuck” And apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Flynn—Tristan ate you out until all you could think was ‘oh Gods, oh Tristan, oh my fucking gods.’ By the time you came, your hands were deep in his hair and your legs were locked around his ears. Tristan lapped up every single bit of your orgasm, happy to have your legs wrapped around his head for as long as you wanted.

When you finally released your legs he crawled up your body with a goofy grin.

“What did you think baby?” Even though he just gave you a five star orgasm, you couldn’t resist messing with him, just a little bit. So instead of giving any short verbal answer, you shrugged. That set him off enough to tickle you, and you did not think this through. You shrieked through laughter as his fingers dances along your sides and your kicked fruitlessly between his braced legs. Finally you slapped his arms to get his attention.

“I gotta pee Tristan! I gotta pee!” You were still mid giggle when he stopped, face soft with a smile.

“Fine, but I’m only letting you go because you called me Tristan.” You rolled your eyes at his proclamation.

“You’re ridiculous.” He hummed in agreement and rolled off of you so you could get off the bed.

You stumbled to the bathroom, leaving Tristan laughing at your baby deer impression, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Flushed, eyes bright, happy. Happy, happy, happy. You peed and while you were washing your hands, Tristan pulled the door open. You turned off the sink and dried your hands as he crowded closer, lifting you to sit on the counter.

“You were taking too long.” You grinned as he leaned in to kiss you and lost yourself his lips for a bit. Soon enough, Tristan was rocking into the crook of your legs, his clothed cock pressing against your increasingly wet pussy. You moaned his name, and Tristan growled, rocking against you a bit firmer.

“We should—” you gasped as he pushed against you again “We should take a shower.” Tristan groaned and you began to pull off his shirt. “Seriously, I want a shower.” You ran your hands down his chest and reached for the fly of his jeans “I want a shower with you Tristan.” You began pushing the jeans down his legs, leaning into him further to whisper in his ear. “Please, Tristan.” That was all it took.

Tristan wrapped your legs around him as he turned, stalked into the shower and yanked the knob to turn it on. You yelped as the cold water his your skin. Tristan let out a low rumbling laugh as he sucked your neck. “You wanted a shower baby.” Then he pressed you against the wall, dropped to his knees and lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

You’d be the first to say you wasted a lot of water.

Tristan didn’t let your legs touch the shower floor until you were begging for more. The water had long gone cold as you tried to focus on seeing rather than feeling. Tristan rose up, cock standing at attention, and wrapped your arms around his neck. With his eyes locked on yours, Tristan guided himself to your pussy and pushed in, past the tightest ring of muscles in your wet heat until he bottomed out.

“Burning fucking Solas Tristan.” He could only groan in response, stilling even more as you began to wiggle on his cock, urging him to move. You were full to bursting and need him to move. “Please.” Before he could start pounding into you like you both wanted, Ithan walked in, headphones blasting music loud enough that you could hear it over the sounds of the shower, completely oblivious to the two of you. Well, he was, until he took breath and scented the air.

His eyes flashed to yours then traveled down your neck and chest, catching on Tristan’s back and…ass, you assumed. Tristan rested his head against your neck for a second then slowly pulled you off of his cock. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, head leaning back against the tiled wall. Tristan guided you to your feet, and turned to Ithan.

“Hi Pup.” Ithan swallowed, and stared at the both of you, transfixed. “Tiny and I are taking a shower, do you want to join us?” Ithan nodded silently, and you felt a rush of wetness between your legs. Tristan moved you in front of him, and he dipped his fingers into your pussy for just a moment. You gasped, leaning back into his touch. “Great, you can help me make sure Tiny gets clean.” You whipped your head towards him, but he only stared at Ithan.

“Tiny, baby, can you help Ithan get ready for the shower?” You nodded, carefully stepping out of the shower and towards Ithan. Pushing yourself up on your tip toes so that you could kiss him while you slid his shirt off, kissing down his chest while you pushed his pants down his legs, kneeling further to nuzzle your face at his hips as you pulled off his briefs and pressed a kiss to the left of his thick cock. He had more girth than Tristan, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

One little lick couldn’t hurt, and you didn’t have the self control anyways. Grabbing Ithan’s cock, you licked a wet line on the underside of his cock savoring the taste of the precut dripping down. Ithan groaned, but before he could do anything, Tristan spoke.

“Pup, come put Tiny on my cock.” Without question, Ithan lifted you in his arms, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You whimpered as he walked, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abs. When he made it to the shower, and lifted you towards Tristan you could see a string of your wetness reaching from his abdomen to your pussy. The sight was enough to make all of you groan, and as Ithan lifted you back towards Tristan you dropped your head back onto Tristan’s shoulder.

“Good boy, Pup.” Ithan let out a whimper, and a pump of precum slipped down his shaft. Your pussy clenched in solidarity. Tristan gripped your thighs, spreading you open right in front of Ithan. “Hold my cock still for her Pup.” You couldn’t see much as Tristan lowered you back onto his cock, but you couldn’t help the breathless wail that escaped when he dropped you onto the last few inches.

You felt Tristan’s groan rumble from his chest to your back, and you tried to breathe normally. With Tristan filling you up and Ithan playing with your tits, it didn’t really work. Ithan groaned, and you noticed he was gripping his cock in front of you, staring straight at the point where you and Tristan were joined.

“T, please.”

“You’re both so polite when you want to get fucked aren’t you?” Before you could snipe at him, Tristan fucked into you one, two, three times. Hard. “Pup, I want you to get on your knees and clean Tiny’s thighs and pussy up. She’s made quite the mess.” Ithan dropped to his knees just like Tristan directed, and began lapping at your thighs. As you relaxed into the feeling, Tristan began to move, fucking up into you. By the time Ithan got to your clit, you were well and truly floating.

“Great job Pup, I think you deserve a reward.” Ithan rested his head on your thigh as Tristan continued to coo. “Don’t you think Ithan deserves a reward Tiny?” You nodded, dazed. Tristan lowered your legs to the ground and leaned you forward. You whimpered at the feeling of Tristan’s dick pushing deeper into you. “Stand up Pup. Let Tiny clean you up now.” Tristan grabbed your left arm for leverage as he resumed fucking into you, and you used your other to reach for Ithan’s cock.

You started at the tip, licking the precum away and savoring the taste. You listened as everyone’s moans echoed off the bathroom tiles and when Ithan grabbed your head, you sank deep into that floating feeling. You licked down the rest of his shaft, and sucked him down so far you felt him in the back of your throat. It wasn’t long until Ithan was groaning just a little bit louder than you and Tristan.

“Ready to come Pup?” You couldn’t see his answer, but you felt Ithan tense under your hand, and within seconds, he was filling your mouth. Ithan switched from holding your head to stroking your hair, and allowed you to suck until he was so sensitive he had to pull out of your mouth himself. As soon as Ithan pulled out, Tristan began fucking you in earnest. You closed your eyes as Ithan caressed your face. Soon enough, you were ready to cum, and Tristan could tell, he slowed his pace and pulled you back up against his chest. Ithan followed, stepping back into the tub, pressing his chest to yours and nuzzling into your neck.

“Pup, you want to help Tiny come hard don’t you?” You felt Ithan nod against your neck. “Then I need you to rub her little clit, while I finish fucking her tight little pussy.” You whimpered at the words. “Can you do that for us Pup?”

“Yeah T.” Ithan’s voice was raw and low. Nearly a subvocal growl, but he didn’t seem to notice, merely planting his hand on your belly and brushing his thumb across your clit. You jolted at the feeling and Tristan resumed his pace. It took you seconds to fall off the edge and you pulled Tristan along with you easily.

The three of you panted together, you sandwiched between the two men you’d been dreaming about for months, fucked beyond belief, and so freaking happy.

“I think we should all get to my bed and rest up before round two. What do you think Tiny? Pup?” Tristan accented your nicknames with a nip at your cheek causing you and Ithan to giggle before breaking out into laughter, stumbling to Tristan’s bedroom to do exactly as suggested.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I wasn’t seeing enough Tristan fic honestly, and decided to write my own. I was def inspired by ‘And They Were Roommates’ by @vermillionflames and this ask by @writingsbychlo (I’ve absolutely devoured their Azriel fics so I’m not surprised at least one of them inspired me 🤷🏾‍♀️) cause it was just so cute! 

I also saw this amazing art and took one look at Flynn’s wiki picture and knew I couldn’t resist writing this one. I’m not really a smut writer (I’m definitely a smut reader 😏) so I hope it was okay!

🍪 If you want the recipe to the cookies you and Ithan make, you can find it here. They are so fucking good y’all, totally worth the effort! 

Happy reading (and baking)!

[azriels-angels]

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

Preview 👼

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𓆩♡𓆪 24. Old Money-Gwynriel Fluff

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

[helionmylove]

Hii! Can I request Ithan Holstrom headcanons being mate with him?

Sure thing bestie!

Ithan Holstrom Mate Headcanons

You would have an endless supply of hoodies. He definitely feels really proud when he sees you wearing them. And he pretends to be annoyed when most of them have disappeared from his closet, but honestly he doesn't mind.

Loves cuddling. He likes to be the big spoon, holding you as close as physically possible. He also likes laying on top of you with his head on your chest, especially if you play with his hair (which is definitely very soft because he also steals Flynn's hair products).

Protective alphahole. He's always hovering at parties with the frat pack and keeping an eye on you to make sure no one tries touching his mate.

Speaking of alphaholes, you're gonna have to put up with a lot of loving teasing from his roommates. It was probably awkward at first, but soon they were as attached to you as they are Ithan.

He also goes to them for relationship advice, until Bryce scolded him for it and for not asking her instead.

Very affectionate. He's always got his hand in yours or his arm around you and kisses your cheeks or lips whenever you're out and about. Sends you good morning texts if you wake up without him, or if you're in his room and he had to go out early, he'd leave you a little hand written note.

Type of person to call you while you're on your lunch break at work just to tell you he loves you.

You'd work out together, and if that's not your thing, he'd have you help him. Like holding his feet while he does sit ups, and every time he gets up he gets a kiss. Sitting on his back while he does pushups.

----

Now for the spice.

At first Ithan was hesitant about things in the bedroom. He was reserved, holding himself back because he doesn't want to hurt you, which leads to some very vanilla sex.

You'd have to beg him to be rougher, to try some different things out. But what really spurred him into action was his alphahole jealousy. Sees someone (probably Tharion) flirting with you and something just snaps.

After that, he's passionate and claiming. Makes sure you feel so good your mind goes blank.

For every orgasm he has, you've had three. Ithan likes to give as much as he likes to receive.

Although he doesn't know which he likes more: you falling apart beneath him while he devours you, or you on your knees for him with his dick in your mouth.

I think he has a breeding kink (but this is honestly just something I head canon for all wolf-related characters, fenrys moonbeam included). He loves finishing in you and then pushing it back in. Likes to hold your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he cums.

Big fan of marking you up, but if you leave marks on him? Forget it, he's cumming within seconds.

He has a praise kink. Goes both ways for him, loves to give you praise and tell you what good girl you are. But he also likes being told how good he is.

Oh and the first time you two fuck after realizing you're mates? Most romantic, passionate, and exhausting night of your life. You two go for hours, incapable of leaving each other alone. Even when you need a break to sleep, Ithan is still buried deep inside you.

[cadiacore]

pic credit: @azriels-angels

every day, starting on December 1st, 2022, I will post a fic that correlates with the chosen Taylor Swift songs with different characters from different fandoms!

playlist here!

LINEUP:

❀ anti-hero | poly!nessian x fem!reader {dec.1st}

❀ afterglow | azriel x fem!reader {dec.2nd}

❀ willow | azriel x fem!reader {dec.3rd}

❀ i know places | wrath x fem!reader {dec.4th}

❀ the lakes | nash hawthorne x fem!reader {dec.5th}

❀ ivy | poly!nessian x fem!reader {dec.6th}

❀ bigger than the whole sky | ruhn danaan x fem!reader {dec.7th}

❀ starlight | grayson hawthorne x fem!reader {dec.8th}

❀ you're on your own, kid | cal calore x fem!reader {dec.9th}

❀ heartbreak prince | wrath x fem!reader {dec.10th}

❀ begin again | cassian x fem!reader {dec.11th}

❀ enchanted | azriel x fem!reader {dec.12th}

❀ love story | cardan greenbriar x fem!reader {dec.13th}

❀ lavender haze | ithan holstrom x fem!reader {dec.14th}

❀ long live | connor holstrom x fem!reader {dec.15th}

❀ paper rings | azriel x fem!reader {dec.16th}

❀ wonderland | cassian x fem!reader {dec.17th}

❀ this is me trying | hunt athalar x fem!reader {dec.18th}

❀ you belong with me | ruhn danaan x fem!reader {dec.19th}

❀ mad woman | nesta archeron x fem!reader {dec.20th}

❀ vigilante shit | azriel x fem!reader {dec.21st}

❀ haunted | tristan flynn x fem!reader {dec.22nd}

❀ tied together with a smile | azriel x fem!reader {dec.23rd}

❀ dear reader | nesta archeron x fem!reader {dec.24th}

❀ long story short | cassian x fem!reader {dec.25th}

*send in some more of your favorite taylor songs and I'll create extra chapters to them*

[danikamariewrites]

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

Alphahole

Ithan x reader

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

Warnings: possesive Ithan, suggestive at the end

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shadowdaddies]

Here's my Crescent City masterlist! I'll keep my posts linked here. 🩶

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Ruhn

❤️‍🔥Quality Entertainment (Ruhn x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Take a Seat (Ruhn x Reader)

✨The Proposal (Ruhn x Reader)

✨A Deeper Intimacy (Ruhn x Reader)

💧✨Just a Bet (Ruhn x Reader)

💧✨Forget Me Not (Ruhn x Reader)

💧✨Healing Touch (Ruhn x Reader)

💧✨The Morning After (Ruhn x Reader)

💧✨Habits (Ruhn x Reader)

Bryce

💧✨❤️‍🔥Her Highness's Bodyguard (Bryce x Reader)

Hunt

❤️‍🔥Electric Feel (Hunt x Reader)

💥❤️‍🔥Witch Hunt (Hunt x Reader)

Lidia

❤️‍🔥Going Home (Lidia x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Notice You (Lidia x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Permission (Lidia x Reader)

Ithan

✨❤️‍🔥Better with You (Ithan x Reader)

Flynn

❤️‍🔥More (Flynn x Reader)

Poly Fics

❤️‍🔥 In Your Dreams (Apollion x Reader x Thanatos)

the beautiful dividers on my blog are by strangergraphics

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Let me lend you a hand - Ithan x Reader (One Shot)

Brevity is the soul of the wit, but I can’t write anything short to save my life. 

Word count: around 3300 

Thread: Ithan and you are dating, but agreed on moving slow in terms of sex. Teasing him mercilessly at a party, Ithan can’t help but take care of himself in the bathroom - until you burst in. 

Warnings: smutty (masturbation, handjobs, oral sex m receiving), mention of alcohol and drugs, slight dirty talk 

The insistent drum of the bass pulsated through your whole body as you walked the packed hallways of Ruhn’s frat house. That is essentially what it was – a party house with as much alcohol as drugs, loud music played in every room and couples getting it on in most of the cozy nooks and empty rooms the house provided. Your mouth twisted into a smirk as you rounded a corner and almost ran into Flynn and a voluptuous, beautiful girl grinding against each other. By the sounds of her, she was enjoying herself very much, but that didn’t mean that you particularly enjoyed seeing Ithan’s house mate in full seduction mode.

Your steps quickened, hastily making your way to the living room where usually all the dancing – and therefore all the fun – happened. You pass the bar on your way, getting one of the premixed drinks before joining a cacophony of different people – fae, shifters, merpeople – on the dancefloor.

You didn’t go unnoticed. With your fitted, wine-colored dress that showed off your legs and left little to the imagination as to how you’re built, more than one pair of eyes followed your body as it moved to the melody. You felt utterly sexy tonight, and that colourful and sweet drink in your hand filled you with additional confidence.

But it was only one particular male whose attention and hands you wanted on you tonight and for the rest of your immortal life.

As if the thought of him summoned his presence, your head turned to his direction.

The crowd parted for Ithan Holstrom like he was a king among peasants. He looked like one too with his plain white but fitted shirt, dark pants and the pack tattoo on his neck. The sexiest thing about him though was the way he held himself. Just a little cocky, but so confident and sure of himself and his character that you couldn’t help but swoon.

When his eyes spotted you among your peers, he immediately pushed his way through the crowd to keep you company. While some males and females did drift towards you while you danced, they quickly tried to put distance between themselves and you now. Nobody was stupid enough to hit on you with your boyfriend in clear sight.

Ithan had finally reached you, pulling you into his body and effortlessly joining in on your movements. Your bodies fitted together perfectly. Ithan’s hands found their favourite spot on your hips, squeezing your flesh and guiding the sway of your hips to match his. His eyes never left your face as he now leaned his head towards you. “May I have this dance with you, mylady?”

Your head fell back in a burst of laughter. The irony of this oh-so-kind invitation and his body pressing so provocatively against you wasn’t lost on both of you. You stopped the dancing motion for a second to stand on your tiptoes and answer Ithan, “Of course, since you seem so much more polite that the other males in the room.”

Your boyfriend grinned at you, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he pulled you closer, flush to his chest. His breath tickled your ear. “I can be even more polite if you let me.”

Heat pooled immediately in your core at the sheer mention of intimacy. Ithan and you had been exclusive for about three months, having know each other through your friends before he gathered the courage to ask you out on a date. You had asked him to move slow in terms of sex and Ithan agreed with you, ever the gentleman. You loved the anticipation of it, the thrill whenever his hands grazed your sides or he kissed you a little deeper and longer than usual. Never knowing if tonight would be the night to take the next step.

The pull towards one another got worse and worse though, especially when he looked and said things like this.

You turned your body away from your boy, taking a step back to join your back with his chest again, and your rear with his crotch. Ithan’s hands snaked around your waist, holding your firmly. Even through this slight little touch you could guess his strength. Your bodies found their rhythm again.

Ithan’s breath started to quicken behind you. You grinned slightly to yourself, proud that you can rile this handsome male up by just dancing in front of him. Well, it also helped that your rear brushed against his rock-hard cock with every sway of your hips. Your intention had been to relief him a bit of his agony, but apparently you made it worse. Ithan lowered his head again to attach his lips to your bared neck, kissing it before biting gently into the soft skin with his canines. He grumbled into your ear. “Stop being such a tease.”

You angled your head slightly to give him more access to your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, “You started it.”. You found it harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, the drink and Ithan’s body so close to you muting your thoughts and pumping your blood through your veins at a punishing pace.

Ithan looked equally riled up, his eyes blazing through yours, and desire, plus something that almost looked like pain, written on every feature of his otherwise relaxed face. You wondered briefly if he had some sort of problem or sorrow he didn’t share with you, but decided against asking him in the middle of a crowded dancefloor. Especially when nearly everyone in this damn house had advanced hearing.

When the song ended to shift into hard rock – undoubtedly curtesy of Ruhn – both of you abandoned the dance floor to catch your breaths, walking towards the door hand in hand.

Outside of the house you found yourselves among other partiers, some smoking, some crying, some vomiting into the neatly trimmed garden. You snorted as you took in your peers, amused by their antics. Among them, a mass of shining, red hair, stood your friend Bryce.

“Y/N!!”, she screamed, waving her hand excitedly, “Ithan! Come over.”

You complied, pulling Bryce into a fierce hug when you reached her. Ithan hugged her briefly as well and after the initial pleasantries were exchanged, he turned towards you to plant a peck on your temple. “I’ll quickly go inside, yeah? I think Dec called me on the way out. Text me when you can’t find me again.”

Without as much as a glance in Bryce’s direction, he disappeared quickly back into the house. Your brows furrowed as you looked after him. You were absolutely sure Declan didn’t call him, your fae hearing would have undoubtedly picked it up, even over the loud music. There definitely was something wrong with Ithan tonight, and the thought didn’t leave your mind while you continued talking to Bryce. She just informed you of her latest night with the umbra mortis, never failing to be awfully explicit. You were happy for her though, and for Hunt as well as both of their lives were short of peace and calm, but a bit of jealously still settled in your stomach. Hearing about the bedroom adventures of other couples made you crave Ithan’s touch even more than you did the whole night. You barely continued listening to your friend as your mind drifted – to Ithan’s chinsed, hard muscles, his demanding lips leaving your breathless after their kiss, his form hovering over your smaller one, the undoubtedly hard other thing you felt previously and what he could do with it…

A loud laughter beside you drew you out of your daydream. You scolded yourself mentally for even thinking these things. Ithan clearly had some kind of trouble and his girlfriend had nothing better to do than drooling after him instead of offering her support. That settled your inner debate – you would find your boy and he’ll hopefully share his sorrows with you. After quickly saying your goodbyes to Bryce, you stumbled back into the house.

The stench that hit you was almost overwhelming. After you’ve been outside among the fresh air, the house smelled particularly awful – sweat mixed with arousal mixed with smoke. The air was thick, but you made your way through the crowd once more to find a trace of either Declan or Ithan, hopefully dragging him home to enjoy the rest of your night a little more calmly than this.

Declan was the first figure you spotted. Sitting on the sofa, a joint in his hand, your plopped next to him. “Hey Dec. I was looking for Ithan, did he tell you where he’s gone?”

Declan looked at you with confusion, the mirthroot clouding his gaze even further. “Ithan? I haven’t seen him in a few hours.”

Now it was your turn to look confused. Did he say that Declan called him, or was it Flynn?

“Oh, okay. I just thought he might have talked to you.”

Declan, ever the gentleman, offered a slightly slurred, “Should I help you look for him?”, which you politely declined. He probably wouldn’t find his own hand in this state.

Anxiety creeped into your mind now. Why would he excuse himself this hastily and then lie about were he was going? Your mind worked overtime, trying to figure out the place he most likely went to. Your gut twisted a bit at the thought that there might be another girl or boy that got his attention, but you suffocated it immediately. It was Ithan you were talking about. The male was loyal to a fault and would never hurt you that way.

With new intention in your step, you decided to check his room first. Opening one of the bedroom doors was always a risk during a party like this, but you were willing to face people in various stages of undressing to find him.

Having reached his room at the far end of the corridor, you knocked forcefully. Might as well give anyone a heads up before you entered, if they were in the right mind to listen and care. Finding the door unlocked, you pushed in slowly.

And faced a completely empty room.

Disappointed, you were about to change directions to check the second most likely place in the house – the billiards table – when you heard a muffled sound coming from his adjoined bathroom. There was a faint light streaming through the crack of the door onto the wooden floor of his bedroom which you hadn’t noticed before. And behind that door, someone was clearly in the middle of fucking, moaning and panting with abandon. Your heart sank.

It could be anyone, you told yourself. Anyone in this house could have used his bathroom for some more privacy.

You gathered your courage, calling “Ithan?”, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t answer. But your prayers weren’t heard.

The noises on the other side of the door halted abruptly. “Y/N?”

Oh gods, it definitely was Ithan behind the door. Fury forced its way through the sheer panic in your body. You couldn’t believe this. You had to see it with your own eyes.

Storming towards the door and yanking it open, you were surprised to find a semi-naked Ithan leaning with one hand against the sink – and nobody else in sight. His other hand was firmly closed around his cock, chest heaving with the in-draw of every fast breath.

He just stared back at you, body tense. Confusion was written all over your face, but only for a second. Then you understood, fighting back a laugh. The trouble Ithan was having apparently had something to do with your constant teasing and lack of sex. Ithan sensed your change of mood, lifting his eyebrows, a slightly bashful smile playing his lips. “Yes?”

He wasn’t too embarrassed about the situation, apparently.

Which in turn, took all the embarrassment from you, if you ever had it. Leaning against the doorframe, you eyed him up and down. This was clearly an opportunity you waited for, being thirsty for him the whole evening. And the past few weeks, if you were being honest.

With calm, sure movements, you let the door behind you close, facing Ithan. The music from downstairs still filtered through the walls, but your focus was solely on him.

“I was wondering if you need a little help?”, you asked finally, voice low.

Ithan forced out a breath. “Seems like I do.” He paused, remembering your agreement. “But only if you want to baby.”

Your answering smile told him enough as you crossed the remaining distance towards his form and positioned yourself in front of him. His hand still clasped the sink, knuckles white with held back desire, effectively closing your body in.

Slowly, while still keeping eye contact, you grabbed the wrist of his hand that gripped his cock, pulling it off him and placing it on the sink as well. His breathing grew even more ragged, and you haven’t even touched him yet. Oh, you were going to enjoy this way too much.

“Relax. Just let me take care of you.”, murmuring your reassurance, Ithan’s body let go of the built-up tension just a little. You moved your hand in front of your face, making a show in licking broad stripes up and down your palm and fingers, until you were satisfied with the moisture on in. Your boyfriend took the scene in, still unmoving and waiting patiently for your touch.

Then, your hand closed around his cock and began pumping him slowly.  

Ithans head fell back with a groan. This was so much better than taking care of himself while daydreaming about you.

You pumped your hand up and down, slightly picking up the pace and gently twisting your wrist whenever you neared the tip on every stroke. Ithan felt so heavy in your hand, aching and desperate for release. You wondered how often during the last weeks he had excused himself from social situations to stroke himself, thinking about you.

Ithan’s hands wandered towards your waist again, squeezing slightly before leaning in and kissing you with abandon. He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, parting them with his tongue to exploring your mouth while you explored other areas of him.

“Fuck”, he ground out against your mouth, panting heavily before connecting your lips again. He seemed so close to release, so you picked up the pace another notch, gliding over his length. The precum that leaked out of him eased your movements even more.

“How did you know this was exactly what I dreamt of?”, he whispered in your ear, slurring the words just a bit through his haze of desire. You doubled your efforts on him, other hand finding his heavy balls to cup and massage them. You never needed someone to cum more, and this wasn’t even your own climax you were talking about. Something about Ithan in this state was so incredibly intoxicating, how vulnerable his features went, how hard he tried to not just pounce on you, how he practically melted under your movements.

“Oh? What else did you dream of, Ithan?”, you teased him a little. Maybe sharing his fantasies helped in coaxing the climax out of him, and it also gave you more ideas on how to surprise him in the future.

Ithan huffed out a low laugh, now leaning his head fully on your shoulder. “I dreamt about your little hands, stroking me like they do now. Your soft, pink lips and how they would kiss me while doing it, how they would look wrapped around my cock. How your body would look like under me.” He took a big breath, the talking and pleasure making it difficult to get enough air, even for someone as athletic as him. “I’ve had about every fantasy under the moon when it comes to you.” He admitted finally. And that was your last straw too.

Absolutely overcome with desire yourself, you took away both of your hands from Ithan’s cock. He lifted his head from your shoulders, looking at you with the cutest puppy-eyes you’ve ever seen in such a situation you almost laughed. But you were a woman on a mission.

“Then let’s not keep these fantasies all hidden in your head, yeah?”

You held eye contact with your absolutely hypnotized boyfriend while you slowly sank to your knees. If he didn’t guess your intention from your words, there was no doubt about your plans now. Ithan let out another groan before you ever touched your lips to him. Alone the sight of you kneeling before him, the view of your beautiful face and your cleavage showing underneath almost had him finishing on the spot. But he wanted to feel you, desperately, so he held back a little longer.

Your tongue licked a broad stipe from the base of his cock towards his tip, collecting all the moisture from your previous ministrations. You let it swirl around his tip, once, twice, three times, before dipping slightly in the slit that now leaked with the biggest amount of precum you’ve ever seen.

Ithan’s hand found the side of your face, and you mentally prepared for him to just fuck into you himself, but instead he brushed back some of your hair and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. The gentleness was so at odds with the whole situation, but it spurred you on more.

Opening your mouth, you began to suck in the tip of his cock. This barely-there pressure on him caused Ithan to mutter out a string of curse words, and you internally congratulated yourself on your ideas. You began bobbing your head up and down, taking more inches down your throat and increasing the pressure by sucking in your cheeks. When his cock brushed the back of your throat, Ithan hissed above you. “I’m close baby.”

You placed your hand around the missing few inches close to his base and then began to work both your hand and mouth in tandem. You also grabbed onto Ithan’s thighs, trying to steady your body and gain leverage to move with more force.

Ithan crumbled. His face fell slack. “Y/N!”

With your name on his lips, he came undone in your mouth. Spurting ropes and ropes of cum into your throat. You swallowed around him, gently massaging his cock to elongate his pleasure.

When he stilled over you completely, you released him from your mouth with a pop and, a bit stiff in the knees, stood up before him. While Ithan was still in heaven, at least judging by the look on his face, you quickly dressed him again, closing his pants and buckling his belt.

Ithan’s arms wrapped around you tightly. You rested your head right above his heart that still hammered mercilessly in his chest. Ithan’s hands caressed your back, stroking up and down in a silent thanks. “You have no idea how amazing that felt, y/n.”

His voice sounded rough, all raspy and unbelievably hot. You wondered if he would sound just like this after you would share a bed, or even better.

You raised yourself on your tiptoes, a smug tone in your voice. “You’re welcome.”

You kissed Ithan on the lips, letting him taste at least a hint of his own release. You both groaned at the touch, letting yourself get carried away in the kiss.

He pulled away after what felt like hours, dragging his thumb over your swollen and glistening lips. “According to the law, I need to pay back your efforts, you know.”

It was your turn to swallow now. Just the thought of Ithan’s lips on your pussy made you shiver uncontrollably. He smiled at you like he knows exactly what kind of effect he had on you. He could probably smell it too, now that his own arousal slowly cleared the air and made way for your scent.

“Then I wouldn’t want to keep you from your duties.”, you finally answered. Ithan picked you up by your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder so that your upper body effectively dangled along his back. You squealed, slapping his butt playfully as he started moving out of the bathroom and towards his bed. You weren’t sure if you could take both sexy Ithan and cheeky Ithan at the same time, but you were more than willing to try.

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Across the Pages: SJM MEN + PLUS SIZE OC MASTERLIST

This is a multiple part series with Sarah J. Maas male characters and a plus size female reader.

The series will take place in the ACOTAR, TOG, or CC worlds and be 18+ with sexual themes, mature language and will have a plus size fmc (Because we thick girls deserve the love too!) I am taking requests!

Crescent City

Ithan Holstrom- Euphoria

Ruhn Danaan + Tristan Flynn- Better Than Any Fantasy

Acotar

Rhysand + Cassian + Azriel- Wildest Dreams Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Rhysand + Cassian + Azriel - Relax

Cassian - Hurt me

Cassian- Mirror, Mirror

Rhysand- Stay With Me, Part II, Part III

Azriel- Cauldron Blessed

Cassian + Azriel- Take it Part I, Part II

Azriel- Unworthy

Rhysand- Yours

Cassian- Mine

Eris - Fire Night

Throne of Glass [coming soon]

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Ithan x Reader | Rude Boy

type: angst, suggestive warning(s): cursing, nightclub, alcohol consumption, vulgar wording word count: 2.6k words request: Omg omg since ur writing for ithan holstrom i was wondering if you would write like a second chance fic with like a lot of angst and like them being broken up, she's tryna get over him, and he is possessive so she dirty dances with any of the other guys like flynn or tharion and he's just like get the fuck off my girl like huh?

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“And what does that mean now?” “That I cannot stand it anymore,” Ithan growls, his jaw tense, his expression so very angry. 

“So you are breaking up with me?”

“Yes, I am.” Ithan shudders when he turns away from you, only to turn back at you, glowering. “You never have time for him. Everything else is more important than me. Your studies, your friends, your work, even your guy best friends.”

You don’t have guy best friends. The most you have are Danaan and Flynn as your friends but you only met them through Lidia and only befriended them through her and through your relationship with Ithan. But they are not your guy best friends, they are friends and that is it. You also only ever spend time with them when all of your are together.

“That is not true,” you say, your voice quivering. Your feel your lower lip tremble, your lashes dampening. “I was just busy this last week.” “And the week before. And before that as well.” Ithan pauses, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “If you no longer wanted to spend time with me, you should have just said so.”

“That is not true.”

It was the last conversation you had with Ithan, packing your things on that day and leaving his place. Crying you return to your own apartment, the one you share with Lidia Cervos. She is sitting on the living room couch, her legs thrown over Ruhn’s lap, both of them laughing loudly. Your heart cracks open once again, a sob parting your lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you breath out, dashing through the corridor, back to your room, nearly stumbling over your own feet and the bags filled with things you had at Ithan’s place. Slamming the door shut behind you, you fall face forward into the bed, letting your tears run free, your weeps muffled by the pillow that slowly gets wet from your tears. A door falls close somewhere in the flat and you assume Lidia and Ruhn have gone to her room. But you thought wrong, as a soft knock sounds at your door a moment later and soon the door is opened.

“Y/N?” Lidia’s voice fills the room and your hear her walk in. You lift your head, your blurry vision hindering you from seeing the expression of her face. But you have a feeling it is pained. You and Lidia have gotten extremely close over the past years, you have helped her a lot to get out of the relationship with Pollux, offered her a place to stay and protected her, kept her safe when he showed up here. Her heart breaks when another sob slips through your lips and she hurdles over to you, sitting down the bed and cradles your face in her hands. “Oh baby, what has happened?”

Lidia swings her legs onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, her hands not leaving your face.

“Ithan and I…” A cry cuts your off and you bring your hand up, wiping the back of it over your face, under your nose. “We broke up,” you bubble, shaking your head. 

Lidia looks shocked, her eyes going wide, her lips parting. She has always pointed out what a beautiful couple you are, how perfectly you fit. She has been the one to get the two of you together, having loved the thought of one of her best friends dating one of her boyfriend’s friends. And you have been a beautiful couple, but apperently Ithan decided to throw it all away because of his jealousy or whatever. Maybe he had his reasons, but he did not tell you them.

“Why?” Lidia asks carefully, lying down on the bed next to you. You shift a little, cuddling up to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her arm around you, hand softly stroking your back. 

“I don’t know,” you breathe, tasting the salty tears in your mouth. “He said I did not spend enough time with him. That I rather spend time with everyone else but him.”

Lidia huffs loudly and gives her head a little shake — as good as it possible why lying. “That is bullshit, you have been at his place every weekend.”

“That was not enough I think.” You brush your face over her shoulder, feeling a little guilty as there is already a damp spot on her shirt. “You think he really does not laugh me anymore?”

Lidia turns her head a little. “I think he still loves you a lot. He loved you so much before, he would not just stop loving you. I think he might have different reasons.”

And he had, but you only find out about them later, for now your are bathing in your pain, the ache in your chest only getting more rather than vanishing. 

Lidia stays with you that night, holding you in her embrace the whole night and letting you sob until you have no tears left to cry. 

You wake up in the morning with red puffy eyes, your face swollen and your throat dry. Lidia and you have breakfast together, and later you make yourself a girls day, filled with face masks, and nail care and movies. She tells you that she sent Ruhn away last night, telling him that you were her priority then and he understood. He understood. He understood other than Ithan, that there sometimes are other priorities but that she still loved him the same way. 

It is a week after your breakup when Lidia is once again in your room, rummaging around in your closet. “That one?” She tosses a bright red and way too short dress at you and you huff a no.

“Well then that one?” Now a black dress comes flying at you and Lidia throws you a warning look when she leans backwards and looks at you around the door of your closet. 

You pick the dress up and look at it, it has low cut outs and some transparent pieces. You pull one shoulder up, shrugging a little. “I am not sure.” You are not sure for more than one reason. You don’t feel yourself so much after the breakup with Ithan, you don’t know if you will feel comfortable and secondly, it was Ithan's favourite dress on you. Would this just rip open the wounds again? You aren’t sure, but when you meet Lidia’s pleading eyes you say yes. It is Ruhn’s birthday party — he is celebrating at a club and you really did not want to go but Lidia was persistent, saying you need to get out again, mingle a little and really need the distraction. So you agreed. She also said she would really like to have you there, not yet having fully connected with Bryce and would love to have her best friend with her. So you agreed not wanting her to be alone, but in the back of your mind regret takes root. You know Ithan will be there as well. Ruhn was his friend, he was definitely invited. 

A cab drops you off at the venue, a long lineup of club goers already waiting to get inside. But Lidia takes your hand, pulling you past those people, past the people smoking outside the club, until you come to a halt in front of the door and a big Hulk-like male that gives the two of you a once over. 

“We are on the guest list for Ruhn Danaan,” Lidia says casually. The man checks but still asks to see your IDs. He checks them as well and lets you pass with the wave of his hand. 

You heart is thrumming in your chest when you follow Lidia through the crowd of dancing people, strobe lights flash from above and all around you, otherwise the club would be completely dim. 

“He is here!” you shout to your best friend over the loud music, pointing forward, your heart now beating in your throat. 

“I know, I am sorry, Y/N,” Lidia says, squeezing your hand tightly while pulling you with her. Seeing Ithan would anyway be inevitable, but still your stomach churns as you have no idea how to approach him. Would you two speak?

Ithan’s eyes, full of pain and an emotion you cannot quite place, land on you the moment you get up the VIP area and Lidia greets her boyfriend with a passionate kiss. YOu obviously follow, wishing him all the best for his birthday before greeting the others. 

Ithan watches you with a stoic expression when you wave your hand at him. He does not greet you, just looks at you and your heart cracks open. It is like he is blaming you. Like you made a mistake while he was the one to break up with you. Tipping his glass to his lips he downs it in one gulp. 

You are getting angry, your gaze holding his until arms wrap around your waist from behind you.

Tristan’s head appears next you and he beams. “Hello, beautiful. Haven't see you in a while, how are you?”

“Fine,” you mumbled, trying to turn in his hold or rather leave his embrace. But then—

“You want to dance?”

“I was just about to offer you a drink,” —Tristan holds up two glasses—- “but dancing sounds like fun.”

“Drinking as well. Thank you!” You take the glass from his hands, clink his with it and then down it in one. He does the same. 

If Ithan thinks that you spend too much time with the other boys, which was bullshit, you would show him how much you love spending time with them. It was super silly and on the edge of childish, but he had no right to be pissed right then, he was the one who broke up with you. 

You follow Tristan who is holding you hand onto the dance floor, he turns you to him, grinning brightly. "I assume we are trying to make wolf-boy jealous?”

“He is already jealous,” you groan, moving your hands up chest his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath the shirt while his own hands find their place on your waist. 

“Yeah, but I think we are just adding oil to the fire.” A wicked glint appears in Tristan’s, his hands just moving his hands a little lower. “He has been miserable the past week,” Tristan shouts, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear.

“He broke up with me, you remember?” You tip your head to the side, eyes widening.

“I know, but you know why?” “Because apperently I have neglected him,” you grumble.

“Hmm.” You shake your head. 

He takes one hand of yours into his, swirling you away from him. Your hair shifts over your shoulder and lifts. Irritation coats your insides, but still you force a grin to your lips. Wanting Ithan to hurt just like you did — although you actually don't it. You don’t really know what you want. (imagine rude boy by Rihanna playing)

Flynn pulls you back to him while you sing a long to the text. Through the crowd you directly meet Ithan’s gaze, he has already been looking at you —glowering. Anger is etched into his features, his eyes like burning coals. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Is you big enough?

Tristan turns you a little, pulling you closer to him, his hands come to rest on your waist. You move your hands up, your butt grinding a little against his front. You continue singing, your eyes are closed. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Can you get it up?

But when you open your eyes again, you don’t see Ithan anymore. Has he left? Have you taken it too far?

You clamp down on the regret that bubbles up inside of you and turn back to Tristan, hands sliding up to his neck. 

“He has left,” you say matter-of-factly. Tristan parts his lips but right when he wants to say something, you feel another pair of hands on your hips.

“Fuck off, Flynn, get away from my girl!” Ithan growls behind you and you are pulled back towards his hard chest. You startle, fuming. “I am no longer your girl, Ithan!” you growl out when your head whips to him.

It looks like all life whooshes out of him, his eyes widen, his lower lip trembling. “We need to talk,”he shouts over the music, but you shake your head.

“Don’t tell me what I have to do!”

Ithan turns you in his hold, eyes full of pain when they catch your gaze. “Please, let us talk.”

Slowly you find yourself nodding, hurt radiating from every fiber of his body. “Okay,” you said and lean upwards a little, his scent of cologne, of wood and nature filling your nostrils. 

Ithan lets you lead, you guiding the two of you through the crowd of people until your are outside where people are lingering on the fringes, smoking. 

You try to find a place that is not so full of people and so you stop right next to the wall of the building, leaning against it and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Now?” You raise a brow.

“Forgive me please,” Ithan says, his voice quivering and hoarse. He braces his hands on the wall beside you, leaning closer. 

“All of a sudden? Did it really need Tristan and me dancing that you realise you made a mistake?” Ithan’s throat works on a swallow, will fury blazes through your veins. You glare at him, feeling tears burn behind your eyes. 

“No,” Ithan bites out, his hand forming a fist and he punches the wall a little. “Please, forgive me. I have been such an idiot. It all got too much. The weekend I broke up with you was the anniversary of Connor’s death. I just couldn’t handle my emotions. And then you went out with Lidia instead of me and helped Ruhn choose a birthday cake and I just once again felt like everyone I love is leaving me.”

A tears runs out of Ithan’s eye and your heart shatters. You place your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. “Oh Ithan,” you breathe. Ithan’s mask slowly cracks open further, his lips quivering, his hands trembling. “You should have told me,” you say in a low voice, your own eyes watering.

“I tried to. But I thought you no longer loved me and I would just break up so you are not leaving me. It was stupid and selfish.”

“You are right it was stupid, but not selfish. You wanted to break you heart, Ithan. Oh gods!” You pull on his shoulders, bringing him closer to you, before curling your arms around his neck. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about the anniversary of Connor’s death.”

Ithan exhales loudly into the crook of your neck, his tears falling to your skin. “I did not want you to see me so weak.”

“Ithan you are my boyfriend, I want to see all of you. You are not weak if you mourn your brother’s death.” 

He pulls back a little, staring at you with big, pain-filled eyes. Another tears slips out of the corner and you quickly brush your thumb over it. “You boyfriend?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards. “So I am forgiven.”

“You shattered my heart into pieces, there is a lot more you have to do to make up for it, but yes, you are a little tiny bit forgiven.”

“I can promise some making up tonight. You are coming back home with me, yes?”

You smile at him. “Yes, but only if you promise that we talk about things from now on. Everything. I want you to share with me what you are feeling, what you are going through. I want you to talk to me about Connor. I don’t want you have to deal with that all alone.”

Ithan inclines his head and then leans in to kiss your forehead. “I promise I will!”

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