#ruhn danaan x reader fluff

[shadowdaddies]

I am a sucker for angst so can I please request a Ruhn danaan x reader. Where she and ruhn have been together for a while, and she overhears ruhn saying something about her being a bet or a dare. A lot of angst and maybe some fluffy ending

thanks for the request, love💜

Just a Bet

Ruhn x Reader angst to fluff

Smoothing your hair, you stepped out of your car in the driveway as you strode towards Ruhn’s house. You were already regretting the heels you’d donned for your anniversary, feet aching in opposition to the excitement you felt to celebrate one year since Ruhn had asked you out.

Cheeks burning from smiling so hard, you turned the door handle and entered the busy frat house. It wasn’t unusual for many guests to be over, so you paid them no mind as you shouldered your way through the crowd toward the game room where Ruhn usually spent evenings like this.

Juniper caught your eye from across the room, and you waved to her and Fury as you approached the doorway where Ruhn’s voice echoed in a comforting rumble - until you heard Flynn’s voice.

“One year ago, I bet you that you wouldn’t ask her out,” he laughed, the sound of clinking beer bottles and jeers following.

Your heart leapt in your throat when you heard Ruhn’s voice, time standing still as you awaited his response. Your boyfriend scoffed, “I didn’t think I could either.”

Dec chimed in at that point - your kindest friend in the group - his tone teasing as he drawled, “I still can’t believe she took you seriously.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, eyes pricking with tears as the conversation came together in your head. You were nothing more than a bet to Flynn, a joke that Declan couldn’t take serious, and apparently Ruhn felt the same.

Ripping the painful heels off your feet, you sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. Tossing the shoes in your passenger seat, you wiped the tears from your eyes and started the engine before heading back to your apartment.

The dress felt ridiculous, hair a mess and makeup ruined from crying as you stumbled into your home. Why would Ruhn have stayed with you for this long from a stupid bet? Were you nothing more than a joke, for him and his friends’ amusement?

The thought made tears well up once more, this time pouring over your cheeks as you sobbed. Practically ripping the dress from your body, you ignored the buzzing of your phone in favor of your welcoming shower.

Stepping under the steaming hot water, you scrubbed the memory of tonight as best you could from your skin before stepping out. Wrapping a fluffy towel around your body, you sighed with a hint of relief. 

Realizing how dried out you were from your tears, you padded towards the kitchen for some water when you were stopped in your tracks. Bryce lay on your couch, lazily flipping through the tv channels as amber eyes flicked to yours. 

With a dramatic sigh, she set down the remote, turning fully to face you. She took in your disheveled state, expression softening at the redness in your eyes, your puffy cheeks.

Shutting off the TV, Bryce sat up and patted the open space on the sofa next to her.

“I need water,” you whispered through a sniffle, voice raspy from dehydration. 

“I’ll get it for you. Sit,” Bryce directed, her voice gentle as she sprung gracefully from the couch and headed toward the kitchen.

You settled into the cushions, picking a pillow from behind you to hold against your chest. Nodding a silent thanks, you took the water from Bryce and drank it down, the cold liquid cooling your heated cheeks.

“Fury texted me. She and Juniper saw you running out of Ruhn’s house before he came downstairs asking if they’d seen you. He’s been blowing up everyone’s phones, worried about you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, but you found yourself unable to make eye contact with your friend as you muttered, “Yeah, I’m sure he’s heartbroken.”

Before you could react, the pillow was ripped from your arms, Bryce’s manicured nails practically digging holes into its fabric as her eyes simmered with barely contained rage.

“You may be my friend, but Ruhn is my brother. Explain to me why you think his heartbreak is amusing to you.” Your lower lip wobbled at her harsh words, the dam of your emotions about to break again.

Bryce loosed a breath, gently setting the pillow between you on the sofa as she spoke again, her voice softer this time. “I don’t know what happened, but he’s hurting too. Talk to me.”

The patterns on the pillow suddenly became much more interesting, your fingers tracing the stitching in the fabric while you found the courage to voice what you had heard at the house. “I was going to meet Ruhn for our anniversary dinner... but I heard them talking. I heard Flynn say that I was a bet. Even Dec-“

Shifting to rest on your elbows, you hid your face in your hands as the memory flashed too vividly through your mind. “Dec said he couldn’t believe I thought Ruhn was serious when he asked me out.”

You looked up to see Bryce’s own eyes lined with tears, her jaw set in anger as she processed everything you said.

“I’m a joke to them, Bryce. I was just a bet that he’s decided to string along for whatever reason. Maybe he does like me now, but...”

You couldn’t find the words, tongue twisted in knots like your stomach as thoughts eddied deeper and darker as you reflected on the past year of your life. 

Bryce’s hand gently reached for your own, holding them softly as she spoke. “I am going to speak with Ruhn and figure out what is going on. If he was such a dumbass to do something like that to you, I’ll kick his ass. But I feel like there has to be something more to it. They’re good males - stupid alphaholes - but they’re good males.”

You nodded, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest at the thought. They had always been kind to you... Surely that couldn’t all be fake?

“Why don’t you get dressed? I’m going to see Ruhn and I’ll pick you up some food,” Bryce promised, pulling you in for a warm hug before turning and heading out the door, phone already in hand as she fired off messages.

You returned to your room, feeling numb from the pendulum of emotions you’d swung on all evening. You vaguely remembered slipping on a t shirt and shorts, returning to the couch to find the channel on Fangs and Bangs before you fell asleep.

You bolted upright at the sound of a soft knock at your door, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes to look at your phone. Not much time had passed, but the bombardment of earlier messages from Ruhn and your friends filled the screen. 

“Are you there? Bryce told me what happened, and it’s not what you think.” A tense beat of silence passed between you. “Please just hear me out. If you’d rather talk to Bryce, she’s downstairs... But I brought food.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled, drawing attention to the hunger gnawing in your gut. Stomping towards the door, you flung it open to grab the food from Ruhn’s hands when his appearance shocked you still.

His violet eyes were rimmed red and swollen like yours, his hair a mess. He was dressed in an all-black suit, the shirt unbuttoned and tie loose. You hated how it tugged on your heartstrings to see him this way, how there was a part of you that could never hate him, even if what Flynn had said was true.

“Fine,” you snapped, snatching the bag of food before returning to the couch without a second glance. “You have one shot to explain.”

Ruhn sighed, the sound slightly drowned out by the soft click of the door closing behind him. You spared him a glance as he took a seat on the couch, careful to keep his distance.

The chipped black paint of his nails blended into his onyx hair as he ran a hand through it, his muscular leg shaking anxiously before he turned to you. Wholly still, Ruhn’s voice emanated with earnest when he finally spoke.

“Bryce told me what you heard, back at my house. I understand how it would sound, but that’s not at all what happened, and I first and foremost need you to know that you are not a joke. You have never been a joke - to Flynn, to Dec, and especially not to me. I was the joke in that room. They were teasing me, because, yes, asking you out was a dare of sorts.”

You felt the rage build in your chest at that, setting down your food on the table as you prepared for what he would say next - or so you thought you were prepared. 

“I remember the first time I saw you, when you came into the White Raven with Bryce. It felt like my world tilted on its axis,” he paused, shaky breath leaving his lips as his eyes went hazy, lost in the memory. 

“You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and when you smiled at me I forgot how to breathe. The entire room was staring at you, and you somehow didn’t notice.”

He loosed a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he fought back a smile. “Dec and Marc were teasing me. They saw how I reacted to you, how drawn to you I was. But you were so beautiful and charming, and could have had any male or female you wanted.”

Drawing your legs to your chest, you settled into the couch and fought back the tears in your eyes at his story.

“Flynn’s ‘bet’ was just that I wouldn’t have the guts to ask someone like you out. And I didn’t at first,” Ruhn laughed, toying with his lip ring before those violet eyes flicked up to meet yours. 

“But then Flynn said that if I didn’t ask you out, he would. And that’s when I jumped up from our table so fast I knocked Dec’s beer on me, and made a fool of myself asking you out like that.”

Ruhn looked down at your hands, his own twitching as though barely holding back from reaching for you. So you reached for him. The cold silver of his rings was a familiar comfort, and you felt yourself relax as his fingers twined tightly with your own.

“Dec didn’t think you’d take me seriously because I was a dumbass, asking out the most incredible female I’ve ever met while covered in beer and stumbling through my words.” You laughed then, and Ruhn’s entire presence seemed to brighten in response. 

���I remember. I thought it was cute. You weren’t the snobby fae royalty I would have expected, and I found it very charming,” you teased, a smile spreading across your face as you then relived the memory of the striking yet goofy male first approaching you.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you that. It’s not exactly something that I’m proud of, that I was so nervous to ask you out. Flynn never lets me live it down.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, feeling embarrassed at how you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. “I feel like I ruined our anniversary. I should have stayed and listened to you.”

Ruhn’s eyes glittered like stars, his hands finding your waist to lift you into his lap. Hooking your arms around his neck, you straddled your boyfriend’s hips. Ruhn exhaled sharply through his teeth, causing you to lean back in alarm.

“It’s just a bruise, curtesy of Bryce.” You blushed, biting back laughter over your friend’s protectiveness. “You did not ruin anything. Flynn, on the other hand, got it worse than me,” he chuckled, nodding to his wounded side.

“You have a lot of people in your life who would do anything for you, including Bryce and myself. All I want is to spend the rest of our night together so I can show you just how much I love you,” he murmured, eyed lidded with desire as you settled further into his lap.

“I think I could arrange that,” you purred, leaning down to kiss Ruhn’s full lips before trailing his jaw, down his neck, his exposed chest. 

He picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom where you spent the night exchanging soft touches and sweet nothings until the sun rose the next morning.

[actuallybarb]

here with me

pairing: male x gn!reader (i tagged with a lot of different male characters i find comforting, but there’s no names used so you can imagine anyone you so please)

word count: 0.6k

warnings: reader is in pain (nothing descriptive), he comforts. just fluff

a/n: i wrote this as a result of my own migraines, but i kept all the symptoms vague because any chronic pain is a bitch, and you deserve to be treated softly by the person of your choice

The apartment usually wasn’t this quiet when he got home.

Or this dark.

He set his keys on the counter and left his boots by the door, then carefully stepped through the apartment. The kitchen and living room were both empty, and the office looked like it hadn’t been touched all day.

There was no light under the bedroom door. He set a cautious hand on the doorknob, but a quiet whimper had him opening the door without question.

You were laid out on the bed, on top of the covers, with an arm draped over your eyes. The ceiling fan and rotary fan on the ground were both spinning at top speed, and he could just see a dark bag poking out under your neck.

He quietly closed the door and returned to the kitchen, now a man on a mission. He grabbed a straw and a water bottle from the fridge, then took an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it with a dish towel. He took the last item, a bottle of painkillers, from the cabinet and silently returned to the bedroom, the only sound of his presence being the faint click as the door closed one more time.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You let out another small whimper.

“How bad is it?”

“9.5.”

Unbearable, then, if you were using an actual pain scale.

He set his items on the nightstand and took a seat beside you on the bed.

“Meds?”

“At 3.”

Only a couple hours ago, too soon to take more. He put those beside the lamp.

He uncapped the water bottle and put the straw in, then he gently tucked a hand behind your head and lifted. “Drink.”

Your lips wrapped around the straw, and he didn’t pull the bottle away until you’d swallowed at least four times. But before you could lay back down, he replaced your old ice pack with a new one. You shivered a little, but the cold was a welcome reprieve.

“Stay or go?”

You could’ve cried. He’d stuck with you through this so many times he knew your comforts by heart. He read your moods instantly, and most of the time didn’t need promptings, but he always took the time to ask when it got bad like this. And he never shamed you for only being able to say a few words at a time.

“Stay.”

It nearly came out as a sob.

He shed his jacket and started unbuttoning his jeans. “Shirt or no shirt?”

“Soft.”

He took off his current shirt and replaced it with his sleep one, nothing decorating the black fabric, just ultra-soft cotton.

“Where do you want me?”

It differed every time. Sometimes you didn’t want him at all, the thought of another person with you sending jolts of pain through your body. Other times you wanted him to stay, but on the other side of the bed. Or you wanted him close, but barely touching.

“Top.”

Or sometimes you needed him to put all of his body weight on top of you like a human weighted blanket.

“Covers?”

“No.”

He positioned himself, knees on either sides of your thighs, then he slowly lowered himself until his hands on either side of your face were the only thing keeping him up.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

He finished lowering himself and settled his full weight against you.

You sighed in relief.

“Better?”

You nodded and tucked yourself into the crook of his neck. “Better.”

“Three taps if I’m suffocating you.”

For the first time that day, you took a deep breath and relaxed.

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[danikamariewrites]

hi bestie,

your girl needs some comfort so maybe a ruhn request? like where the reader gets left behind by her friends in a club or whatever you want to shape it as and ruhn comforts her 🥺🩷

I’ll Always Pick You Up

Ruhn x reader

A/n: I got you bestie! Ruhn fluff is served 💕 love you 😘

Warnings: mean friends, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end

You had just quickly gone to the bathroom to touch up your make up and when you returned to the booth your friends were gone. They even left the check on the table for you. No texts, no nothing. They just left you. You wanted to be angry but all you felt was hurt.

You had this feeling your friends were going to do something like this to you. The girls had been pulling away from you for a while. You just didn’t want to admit that you were losing your friends. But to have them ditch at the bar? That was really shitty of them.

You guys hadn’t even been at the White Raven for an hour. Before reacting you took a deep breath and took out your phone. Ruhn would know what to do to help you calm down. You didn’t want to start crying in the middle of the Raven.

The phone rang twice before Ruhn picked up. “Hey princess! What’s up, I thought it was girls night?” He sounded so happy and you needed that right now. You could hear the boys’s video game in the background along with Flynn swearing as he lost to Ithan again.

“Ruhn,” you choked out. Your throat was getting tighter as you took more deep breathes and held your tears back. Ruhn shushed the boys and the game paused. “What’s wrong?” His voice full of worry now. “The girls just ditched me…and left the check.” You whispered.

You could practically hear Ruhn clench his jaw as he swore under his breath. “Don’t you dare pay it.” He said sternly. “Take it to the waitress or bartender and give them all your friends phone numbers. Tell them that they ran out on the check. I’ll be right there, just wait for me.” “Ok.” You whispered.

“I’ll see you in a minute. I love you.” “Love you too.” Ruhn hung up and you did exactly as he said. The bartender seemed pissed and sorry for you. She even offered you a free drink while you waited for Ruhn, which you graciously accepted.

Roughly ten minutes later Ruhn was rushing up to the bar, immediately placing a comforting hand on your back and kissing your temple. “Hey princess.” “Hey,” you turn to Ruhn, trying to give him small smile. Your lips fought you and quickly turned into a frown.

He pulled you off the bar stool into a bone crushing hug. “Let’s get out of here.” You nod against his chest and he starts to lead you out of the Raven.

When you were out on the street he let go of you to buckle your helmet for you. You’re happy he brought the bike. Going for rides helped calm you down since you could hold onto Ruhn and just close your eyes, feeling the wind rush past you. It felt a little like flying.

You got on the bike and Ruhn sped away from the White Raven as fast as he could go. He took the short way home. The long way was for fun rides, right now you needed to get home so Ruhn could hold you.

Pulling into the drive way he killed the engine and guided you off the bike. Ruhn didn’t let go of your hand until the two of you were in the house. The rest of the boys were sitting on the couch quietly watching tv. A plastic bag from the corner store sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

The four of them greeted you with Dec getting up and hugging you tight. “I’m sorry about tonight y/n/n.” “Thanks.” “They’re bitches for ditching you like that,” Flynn added. Ithan pointed at the bag, “That’s for you. We ran out and got you some snacks to make you feel better.”

“Aww thanks guys.” “Ruhn here’s your card back.” Flynn chucked his card at him from the couch. Ithan, Dec, and Tharion glared daggers at him. You weren’t supposed to know Ruhn had them go. That brought a genuine smile to your face.

Ruhn scooped up the bag muttering “ass” under his breath. He wrapped a tattooed arm around you and brought you up to his room.

He gave you his sweatpants and a tshirt to change into while he changed and turned on your favorite show. As you settled on the bed he pulled a pack of makeup wipes from the bag handing them to you. “You ran out of them here so I had them grab you another pack.”

You felt tears prick your eyes again as you looked down at them. “You’re amazing, Ruhn. I don’t deserve you.” “Hey, don’t say that. Of course you do. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n. So don’t for one second think you don’t deserve my love.”

Ruhn grabbed the wipes from you pulling one out and started to remove your makeup. After he was done he ran one more over your face just to make sure he got it all. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and pulled you onto his lap.

“What should we eat first. The giant bag of chocolate, or the giant bag of sour candy?” He pulled both from the bag and weighed them in each hand while he waited for your decision. “Why not both?” He smiled, handing you the sour candy while he opened the chocolate. “I love the way you think.”

And that’s how you spent the night. Wrapped up in your boyfriends arms, eating junk food, and watching your favorite show. Your now ex-friends long forgotten. You’d send them one last text tomorrow and that would be it. With Ruhn’s help of course. You could get very mean if left to your own devices.

But now is not the time to worry. The male of your dreams had you laying on his chest and was playing with your hair. And laughing with you. You’d find new friends. And Ruhn would always be with you.

[b00kdiary]

A Ballad of Flame & Shadow | Azriel

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"Alexis, please," Azriel whispered, agony shattering his face as he extended his hand to me. My heart was bleeding, it was bleeding in my fucking chest. "Please don't do this."

"I'm sorry, Azriel," My voice broke, and I felt the tears welling in my eyes. "I am so sorry."

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[jeannineee]

hi love! for the new bingo what about a fluffy drunken confession of love from Ruhn? 💜

Two Truths

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

a/n: based on this bingo card

“Mornin’ princess,” Ruhn slurred, wrapping an arm around your waist, his nose nuzzling your neck.

You laughed breathily. You weren’t unaccustomed to receiving affection from your best friend, but given his intoxicated state, you carefully pulled away.

“It’s nighttime, Ruhn. One in the morning.”

Ruhn looked genuinely confused. “Am I really that drunk?”

You nodded, unable to hide the grin forming on your lips. “You are that drunk.”

Ruhn ignored your reply, instead giving your form a shameless once-over. “You look very pretty tongiht.”

You rolled your eyes, but a blush bloomed on your face anyway. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Ruhn shot you a wicked grin. “Absolutely.”

You had a slight feeling that his idea of ‘bed’ was different than yours as you led him up the stairs to his room. He plopped on the bed, hard enough that the frame creaked.

Ruhn reached his arms out to you. “C’mere, princess.”

You laughed. “Not tonight, Ruhn. Get some sleep.”

The prince pouted. “That’s rude. The girl I love won’t even cuddle with me.”

Your heart fluttered. “Wh—huh?”

Ruhn huffed dramatically. “You heard me. I love you, yet you won’t even cuddle with me.”

“You’re very drunk, Ruhn,” you murmured. He must be shit-faced, to be saying things like this.

Ruhn hummed. “Two things can be true at once: I’m drunk, and I love you.”

Holy Hel.

“Are you going to leave me hanging? My arms are hurting,” Ruhn said, and only then did you realize that he was still holding his arms out to you.

You climbed into bed next to him, resting your head on his chest, absentmindedly tracing along the tattoos on his arm.

“Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Ruhn asked, sounding as though he was already on the verge of sleep.

“I will,” you replied quietly, smiling to yourself. “When you’re sober.”

Ruhn groaned. “Fine.”

[cadiacore]

Hey! Perhaps either

“i don’t like you. i can barely tolerate you.” “then why do you keep coming back?”

“Shh, go to sleep.. I’ve got you.” 

With ruhn or Flynn? I couldn’t decide 😂

~SleepyPond

hiii sleepy! I love how I completely suck at doing requests but once Taylor Swift released Midnights, my brain was like "okay, it's time. requests it is.", especially with Lavender Haze. Hence why I name this small fic 'lavender'. Plus it deals with sleep so it fits all together lol

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ruhn danaan x fem!reader

warning(s): insomnia, fluff, procrastination, and more romantic cutesy stuff. (also this is unedited, my brain is 😵‍💫)

Red and orange leaves sprinkled the ground outside of Y/N and Ruhn’s apartment. The setting sun reminded her of when she used to sit on top of her parent’s roof. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her mother hollering for her to get down before she did. 

Y/N’s hands were warm from the cup in her hands and the lavender liquid that the cup held was the only thing soothing her nerves. She had an exam due in three days and had no idea how to do it. Statistics was her worst enemy. Well, anything math-related, she hated. Too much was involved with the damn subject. She would much rather sit beside a fire, reading. 

Reading sounded great at that moment, but with all the worries that crowded her mind, she couldn’t keep track of the story. So, Y/N sat on the balcony and watched as the stars twinkled beside the crescent moon. She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip of the warm liquid. With a deep sigh, she sunk back into her seat and listened to all the city sounds. What drew her from her thoughts was the sound of footsteps. She sat up and looked back into the spacious living room and saw Ruhn. His midnight hair fell across his shoulder and he was shirtless. 

He had spotted Y/N and made his way to her, joining her on the balcony. “Can’t sleep?” he asked. 

“Yeah, too much on my mind, I guess.” Ruhn leaned against the railing and watched as she took another sip of her tea. He tilted his head and when she met the fae’s eyes, she sighed, “I’m worried about the fucking exam,” she grumbled. 

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “You’re going to do fine. You’re the smartest female I’ve ever met and you’ve been studying for this exam for weeks, love,” he reassured. Y/N took a deep breath and stood from the chair. She placed the cup down on the small table that accompanied the small chair, and stood in front of the male. His eyes were the ones she could get lost in for hours and she had so many times. She laid her palms on his bare chest and leaned up to his lips, pressing hers to his. 

A soft sigh escaped her throat when she pulled away. Ruhn smiled and wrapped his arms around her middle, “You need to get some sleep, love,” he said, his voice rough but smooth at the same time. 

“I wish I could, I’m drinking lavender tea but so far my brain is re—hey!” she squealed as the male tossed her over his shoulder, making his way to the living room where the small pup slept comfortably. His sleep was disturbed when Ruhn placed her down on the couch. 

“You can’t just toss me over your shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes, you know?” 

That earned her a crooked grin as he grabbed a blanket from the armchair beside the sofa, “Yeah, well, we need sleep and I’m not sleeping without you so,” he countered. Y/N’s cheeks heated and her heart felt like it had skipped several beats. She knew she was in love and it scared her but this was the first healthy relationship she’s been in a while. He was healthy. 

Ruhn sank into the space next to her and pulled her into him, his warm skin blanketing her in a way that made her want to melt into him. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck while her legs did the same around his waist. Y/N nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and let out a small sigh of relief. The two of them sat in comfortable silence as he twirled her hair between his fingers. Her eyes began to slowly become heavy as his hand rubbed her back, soothing her mind into a quiet hum. Thoughts of failing her exam were quieted from the cool water cologne he put on every day. 

“I’ve got you, love. You can sleep,” he said as he pressed his lips to her temple. When the words left his lips she felt another wave of fatigue wash over her. She wanted to say something but her body succumbed to slumber.

[theostrophywife]

RUHN

→ LEGEND

(*) indicates smut.

→ REQUESTS

sweet like candy. * best friend’s brother.

© theostrophywife. all works belong to me and should not be reposted in any way or form.

[shadowdaddies]

A Deeper Intimacy

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: just pure fluff taking care of drunk Ruhn

warnings: suggestiveness, non-sexual nudity, mentions of drinking

The sound of the door lock clicking drew your attention from your book as you turned to see the handle turn, a familiar face peeking through the door. Violet eyes twinkled above a lopsided grin, Ruhn sighing as he leaned against the door behind him, sliding the lock shut.

His gaze found yours, grin turning to a full, bright smile as he stumbled towards where you lay on the couch, watching him with amusement. “Hello, beautiful,” Ruhn murmured, clumsily flopping onto the couch as he bracketed his arms around your head, caging you in beneath him. 

Ruhn’s head ducked into your shoulder, his warm lips pressing softly against your neck. A giggle escaped you as his long black hair fell like a curtain around you, your hands finding purchase in his waves as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. “You seem like you had a good time tonight,” you hummed, a pleasant smile on your face as Ruhn continued his affections.

Hand sliding up your chest, Ruhn paused, eyes glittering with amusement. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured, hand sliding over your breast through the soft fabric. A hiccup escaped him, your mate’s eyes widening slightly as he hiccuped again. 

Giggling, you pulled his hand from your chest, twining your fingers with his as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I am wearing your shirt. Now how about we get you into the bath, Prince Charming?”

Ruhn sighed, his hand tugging on yours as he sat up on the sofa. “Only if you join me,” he purred, winking before a hiccup interrupted him once more. Rolling your eyes, you stood from the couch, leading your mate towards the bathroom, leaning down to turn the tap, warm water pouring into the tub.

“Come on, love,” you murmured, tugging on Ruhn’s shirt as you urged him to raise his arms. “You get in the bath, and I’m going to grab you a water and some toast,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to leave.

His hand caught around your wrist, whirling you back towards him as tattooed arms wrapped around you. A hand threaded through your hair, angling your head back as Ruhn pulled you in for a deep kiss, the sweet taste of whiskey on his tongue. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed against your lips, arms slowly loosening their grip on your frame.

“I love you, Ruhn. I’ll be right back,” you promised, lingering in his warm hold for only a moment before heading towards the kitchen. 

Returning with a glass of water and toast in hand, you smiled at the sight of Ruhn, muscular arms draped over the sides of the bathtub, head leaned back with eyes closed in contentment. Padding quietly to the edge of the bath, you set down the plate, reaching to gently rub Ruhn’s arm. 

“Hey,” you whispered, grinning at the sleepy eyes that peeked open in your direction. “Drink some of this,” you murmured, passing the water to your mate. 

Ruhn’s fingers brushed yours when he took the glass from your hand, his throat working as he took a long sip of the water. “I thought you promised to join me?” he purred, tongue flicking out over his lip ring as he flashed you a feline grin.

“Mm, I believe so,” you replied, pulling Ruhn’s shirt over your head and slipped off your shorts. A low rumble sounded from his chest, violet-blue eyes tracking you with interest as you settled into his lap, the warm bath water soothing on your muscles.

Ruhn’s arms settled around your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you relaxed against him. “What are you thinking about, love?” you murmured, your own hands idly running up and down his arms as you admired his tattoos, his comforting touch.

Ruhn paused his movements, quiet for a moment before he pulled your back closer to his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other brushing your damp hair from your neck as he leaned to press soft kisses down your shoulder. “Tell me how you fell in love with me,” he whispered, a near-pleading tone as your mate buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Silver lined your eyes as you recalled the first moment you met Ruhn, the way the room around you disappeared, an invisible force pulling you towards the beautiful male. He had your heart before you knew his name, and you sent a silent thanks to Urd for blessing you with such a mate.

You turned to look at Ruhn, facing him in his lap as you brushed dark hair from his face while you recounted the story for him. You hadn’t known such tenderness, such depth of intimacy before this, instinctively leaning against Ruhn’s chest, your mate pulling you into him as the two of you sat like that for a long while.

“C’mon, love,” Ruhn murmured after some time, never putting you down as he stepped from the tub, the both of you drying off before tucking into bed, sweet nothings and whispers of “I love you” exchanged with nearly every breath as you fell asleep in each others’ arms.

[utterlyotterlyx]

10:35

Ruhn Danaan x Fem!Reader

Summary - After throwing his weight around, Ruhn comes to you to apologise, but you have other plans.

Warnings - swearing, mentions of s*x, Ruhn being fed up with your crap but loving you anyway, angst, fluff

Gods.

Gods were you annoying. You pushed his buttons daily, teetering on the edge of driving him to madness before pulling him back with passionate kisses.

Gods did he hate you sometimes, but he loved you more than anything, more than anyone.

Especially when you were prancing about his place wearing nothing but a thong and one his shirts that barely fell past your ass cheeks. Usually Ruhn was delighted to come home to you, you'd usually be sat with Tristan watching Sunball and enjoying a few beers; he'd come up behind you and bury his head into the crook of your neck and inhale your scent before kissing your shoulder and jumping over the edge to settle in beside you.

He knew it was coming, your bold defiance, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Ruhn looked at his phone, frowning at your text exchange and wondering how it had gotten so heated. He had told you off, scolded you like a child for partying too hard with Bryce and neglecting your responsibilities. Ruhn knew better.

Everyone was allowed to let loose, to enjoy their shitty lives, Ruhn knew that better than anyone.

You hated being told what to do, it had taken so long for Ruhn to break that cycle in you, to idly agree to everything even if you didn't want to. Breaking that cycle had turned you strong and independent, you promised yourself that you'd never be controlled again. In public at least.

He hadn't meant it, he hadn't meant to belittle you and reprimand you, he certainly didn't mean to throw his title in your face and make you feel like you were worth less than he was. It had just gotten heated, and he hoped he could fix it before you truly believed that he felt that way.

So, when he entered the home that he shared with Tristan and Declan, and you, ready to apologise and fuck you so good that the exchange became a hazed memory, the last thing he ever thought he'd see was you dressed in the things you knew made him weak, sat beside Tristan in a glazed state with potent smoke curling around your mouth as you exhaled a grey cloud of mirthroot into the air.

The smile on you face was lazy, laced with complete relaxation, soft low giggles emitted from your lips, your lids were slightly squinted and your cheeks were swollen from past tears, flushed and tinged.

A bowl of popcorn was wedged in the space between you and Tristan, which was a good thing, because if it wasn't there Ruhn would have grabbed Tristan by the scruff of his neck and beat him into oblivion. The tv was set to a comfortable volume, Fangs and Bangs clear on the display, and the light illuminated your face, the small whisps of hair that had fallen from your messily thrown together updo, and the sports logo plastered to the front of that shirt.

Tristan noticed him first, that hazed giddiness that Ruhn knew all too well clear on his face, "Look who's here. It's none other than the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae himself," Tristan drawled and you turned slowly, your senses dimmed and mind moving at five miles an hour.

Your expression was blank as you looked at him, scanned his ripped black jeans and black shirt, his hair was tied back with two thick slices framing his face, he tongued the piercing in his lip, and his stare would have made you feel uncomfortable if you weren't already on another planet entirely.

"Fangs and Bangs? Didn't realise you were into this crap, Tristan," Ruhn took a step toward you, hissing at himself when you abruptly turned back to face the tv, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in your mouth.

Tristan inhaled the mirthroot deeply, a cough catching in his chest before the smoke cloud spurted from his mouth, he wafted the smoke away from his face and Ruhn watched it rise to the heavens, "I didn't put this shit on. This is all, Y/N."

"Give me that," you held you hand out to him, Tristan delicately placed your shared pleasure between your fingers, "I'll have you know that Fangs and Bangs is perfect for high-time television," you blew a smoke cloud at Tristan's face and smirked, lying back into the comfort of the sofa, not caring where Ruhn went next.

You were furious with him. How dare he take a swipe at you for going out, and with Bryce of all people, when he spent many hours away from you partying through the night. How dare he talk about responsibility and throw his name around to grasp some form of submission from you.

The cushions shifted under a new weight, you were determined not to look at him, to not give in, but as soon as those calloused fingers found your thigh and squeezed, you were weak. Like putty in his hands.

"Sweetheart," he cooed to you, dragging his fingers up and down your bare thigh, making you regret wearing so little as his fingertips left speckles of fire hissing on your skin. "Please look at me," his voice was low and husky, he didn't want Tristan to hear his whispering pleads to you or forever be teased.

Shrugging his touch off of you, involuntarily shuddering at vacant spot where his hand lay only moments before, you felt your phone vibrate, the screen lighting up with Bryce's name.

"What's up?" Ruhn tensed, of course Bryce would swoop in and interrupt his shit attempts to apologise to you, "Yeah, he's here. I don't know. What? Now?" Ruhn faintly heard his sisters voice chattering away through the device, he noticed your frown turn into mischievous delight, "What a great idea, Bryce. Exactly what I need, I'll see you soon. Love you."

You put the phone down and sighed, "Out again?"

Smirking, you jumped up from the sofa and walked around the edge of the sofa where a bewildered Ruhn was staring up at you, "Yep. White Raven. Bryce is coming to pick me up so I better get ready."

Without another word, you sauntered from the room, leaving Ruhn with his angry swirling thoughts. Tristan whistled, pulling Ruhn's attention from the doorway you had just strutted out from, "This is what happens when you pull rank with the one person you know loves you for you and nothing else."

Twenty minutes had passed, Bryce had barged in and flipped Ruhn off with a death glare before pattering up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. They had listened to your hushed giggles and shuffling about on the floor above, turning toward the entry when the faint click of heels sounded against the bare wood.

There you were, clad in a skin tight black dress adorned by a thousand tiny crystals that shimmered in an array of shades when you hit the light at a certain angle. Pair that with a pair of knee high heeled boots, and you had officially succeeded in making Ruhn a needy worried mess. Your makeup was simple, radiant shimmers on your cheekbones and nose, eyeliner and long lashes, and glossed nude lips.

Bryce ran her fingers through your hair, separating any knots she found and fluffing it around your face, "Let's go. Fury and Juniper are waiting for us. Girl's night!" Ruhn's amber eyed sister, and one of your best friends, dragged you from the room without so much as a goodbye to the two males staring at them from in front of the tv.

The White Raven was thrumming with eclectic energy. Sweat evaporating and clinging to the air.

You couldn't remember what time you had left, you didn't know how long you'd be dancing. You didn't know how many shots Bryce had forced down your throat. You were just happy and free.

Ruhn had looked so desperate to touch you, those big pleading violet eyes screaming at you to look at him. You knew he had a lot on his plate, his father didn't exactly agree of your relationship but Ruhn had somehow been able to convince him that when the time came you'd be the perfect person to have beside him. It made you feel bad, he was just trying to protect you in a way, to secure your place beside him, and you'd pranced about in your underwear high as a kite before dressing up and heading out. Again.

Gods, you were so fucking stupid.

But you didn't let your regret show, you were too stubborn for that, a fact Ruhn knew far too well.

Bodies kept on bumping into you as the music became heavier, the bass louder, the drinks stronger. Bryce was holding onto you and swaying, muttering about how Hunt wouldn't be happy with her if she woke him up again. Apparently he'd had a long day. Just like Ruhn.

Running your hands through your hair and up to the sky, you felt arms wrap around your waist, that familiar nose and chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Spice and leather. Kisses peppered along your shoulder and his arms pulled you tighter into his chest, low growls flowing from his lips when people bumped into you.

The lights were low, slices of purple and blue flickering through the club, but you could faintly make out Tristan at the bar and Hunt swaying with Bryce. They'd crashed girls night.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he ran a finger up your arm, across your chest, and along your jaw, pulling your chin toward him, "There she is," he cooed, pushing your hair from your face so that he could really see you.

"What do you want, Ruhn? You've already crashed girls night," you huffed, folding your arms over you chest whilst the world continued to party around you.

You were never going to be able to refuse him, but you could at least make him grovel a bit.

Ruhn ducked his head, lowering it to meet your eye line, he was so intoxicating, everything inside of you screamed to reach for him, to drag him into a bathroom stall and fuck it all out.

"I'm so sorry," he told you, holding your stare, "I never should have gotten angry at you, I never should have tried to tell you what to do. We worked so hard to get you out of that headspace," he pulled you flush against his chest and tilted your head up, his breath fanned across your face, "I love you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much." Ruhn was trying to control himself, you deserved an apology before he fucked you senseless and made you his over and over again.

"I had the worst day. My father is breathing down my neck right now, and I just want you safe and by my side for the rest of my life. It's stupid but I'm scared he'll try and take you away from me. Not like I'd ever let him but, I'm afraid he'll catch wind of the wild nights and think you're unworthy. You're not in any sense, you love me for me and I know nothing else matters to you, I know that. I'm sorry I let him get in my head, I'm so sorry I used my name against you, I wasn't thinking."

Those violet pools were desperate, glazed over and sad, and it broke you to see him like that.

"Ruhn," you pressed your forehead to his, brushing your nose against his, "I'm sorry too. I should have kept in mind how important this is to you. I'm sorry for being stubborn and trying to piss you off. I know you'd never want to make me feel small. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for."

"Ruhn-"

"Nothing," he hummed, pulling your face to his in a kiss you had shared so many times, full of so much love and yearning and hope that every day would be filled with them. "Plus, it was kinda hot seeing you in my shirt like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he laughed against your lips, deepening the next and relishing in the taste of you, "Let me take you home, Sweetheart. The things I want to do to you aren't to be heard by others."

Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty:

That you were the most beautiful, fearless creature he'd ever encountered

That he couldn't wait to get you home and settle you onto his face

He knew that the morning would be the perfect time to grab that velvet emerald box from his sock drawer and promise to love you for eternity

[daydreaming-nerd]

Honey I rose up from the dead I do it all the time...

Guess who's backkkk! I have been feeling all my creative juices flowing and I'm just dying to do some writing but I need YOUR help!

I would love to get some requests and while I'm super busy with work I'd like to try and crank a few out! If you're new to my page I typically write (charcter x Female reader) one shots and at most 2-3 part fics.

I've been reading Crescent City: House of Flame and Shadow (I'M NOT DONE READING SO PLEASE NO SPOILERS) but it's got me wanting to write for the Sarah J. Mass universe. I write smut, angst, fluff and everything in between. As far as smut goes the darker the better, I mean it, I've been reading Haunting Adeline.

Here are the characters I've been wanting to write for:

Ruhn Danaaan

Hunt Athalar

Tharion Ketos

Cassian (Acotar)

Rhysand (Acotar)

Azriel (Acotar)

Eris Vanserra

While I HAVE read Throne of Glass I need a re-read before I start writing for those characters lol!

But yes send in some requests and I'll see what I can do!

[danikamariewrites]

Hello, could you do the"reader who wears skirts and thigh higs" with the crescent city Boys? 🥺💗

CC Boys Reacting to you in a skirt and thigh highs 👀

A/n: I can’t believe I didn’t think of them immediately after I wrote the batboys one

Warnings: some smutty thoughts hehehe

Ruhn

You’d be dressed up in your cute lil outfit for a party

when you come downstairs Ruhn is shook. He cannot take his eyes off you

He’s constantly winking at you while he’s playing games with the boys

And when he finally dances with you, you tease the shit out of him

When has enough Ruhn pulls you upstairs and sits you on his face

Flynn

It would be the same situation as with Ruhn

You’d show up to the house with intention of teasing him all night until he snapped

You exaggerate your hip movements and are super touchy with him but pull away at the last second

When Flynn finally snaps it’s when you hand him a drink while he’s sitting on the couch

You straddle him and he just hands the drink to Dec and takes you to his bedroom

Hunt

Hunt would be sitting on the couch watching a Sunball game waiting for you to be ready for date night

When you stand in front of the TV Hunt finally notices you and his eyes look like they’re about to fall out of his head

“Do I look good?” And you do a lil spin for him. You know you look good you just like being cute with him

All through dinner and dessert he can’t focus bc you’re playfully kicking his feet under the table

When he flys you home he flys fast and practically breaks down the apartment door

You two don’t make it to the bed and he just takes you on the couch

Tharion

Tharion calls Bryce legs so we all know he’s obsessed with your legs

You’re just in something casual nothing too fancy for the middle of the day when you meet him by the Istros

As you walk and lounge in the sun Tharion can’t keep his eyes off you

He eventually pulls you onto his lap rubbing his hand up and down your thigh as you lightly kiss his neck

Ithan

I think Ithan would show the most self restraint

He’d pretend that you weren’t distracting him at all. Nope not one bit.

Then Ithan would see you doing something so normal like just talking with your friend and you look so perfect and happy

And he just takes you and comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you kissing your neck, holding you close to him

[b00kdiary]

A Ballad of Flame & Shadow | Azriel

Chapter Nine Snippet:

"Would you like to take a break?" I asked, quiet venom lacing every word. Her shoulders straightened at my low tone. But she didn't stop walking.

"No." That was all she said. The word sounded like a curse coming from her mouth.

"Are you sure?" I gritted out through my teeth, my narrow eyes watching her dark hair sway in tandem with her hips as she soldiered ahead.

"Yes." She bit out. That word sounded like a curse too.

Under different circumstances, I would have dropped it. If it had been any other female, I would have taken her at her word and left it alone. But I couldn't, not here, not with her.

LITTLE SNIPPET OF CHAPTER NINE, POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3 (linked)

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