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theostrophywife · 2 years ago

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in heat.

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(ithan x reader)

author's note: a full fledged oneshot because my favorite wolf boy deserves it. good god the banter in this. i love ithan so much and i am spreading my propaganda. warning: soft fluffy smut. so sweet it might give you a toothache. summary: your nosy best friend ithan gets more than he bargains for when he barges into your apartment with beer and pizza, thinking you'd have a quiet night in.

The darkest pits of Hel could not compare to the sharp stabbing sensation in your womb.

You doubled over in pain, clutching at your midsection and pressing the heating pad over your lower abdomen to ease the cramps, but it still felt like someone was actively burying a hatchet in your stomach. It was only the first day of your heat and it already felt like bloody murder. You nearly cried at the realization that you’d have to endure at least six more days of this excruciating pain.

Luckily, you’ve been given the whole week off from work. Sabine may be a selfish sadist, but even she understood the pains of a female wolf’s heat. It was likely the only reprieve you would be allotted as you twisted sideways onto your couch, kicking the blanket off your feet as you flipped through whatever trashy shows were on at this hour.

The doorbell rang and you groan in response, barely summoning the energy to sit upright. Thinking that it was the pizza delivery that you placed an hour ago, you hollered across your flat with no intention of coming to the door.

“Just leave it on the mat,” you call out.

You waited a couple of seconds before the ear splitting ringing buzzed through your flat again. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp across your living room and yank the door open—fully prepared to give whoever it was on the other side an earful, but stop short when you catch a glimpse of the male standing in the hallway.

Ithan Holstrom gives you a wolfish grin and briefly flashes you the box of pizza he'd undoubtedly snatched from the pizza delivery guy along with a six-pack of beer currently cradled in his arms before he’s barging into your apartment like he owned the place. The wolf makes himself right at home, plopping down on the couch and cracking a drink open.

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at your friend. “What are you doing here?”

The male takes a slow sip of his drink, patting the spot next to him. “It’s Friday, which means it’s movie night. I would’ve invited you over to the house, but Flynn and the girls are attempting to barbecue and I don’t really want to be there when Ruhn starts yelling at them for burning the grass in the backyard. Again.”

Shit. You’d been so distracted by the pain of your heat that you’d completely forgotten to cancel movie night with Ithan.

“I can’t do movie night tonight.”

Ithan twists to face you, his soft brown eyes examining you from head to toe. The messy bun you’d haphazardly thrown your hair in was nearly coming undone and spilling over the top of the thick, fluffy blanket you’d wrapped yourself in. The lounge shorts you were wearing were so short that they barely skimmed your thighs. You hadn’t bothered with pants this morning, but you did slip into your favorite Jelly Jubilee fluffy slippers—a gift from Bryce, of course. Ithan never understood your shared obsession with the Starlight Fancy toys, but he found it endearing nonetheless.

“Do you have other plans?”

You wave your hand over your current attire, shooting your best friend an incredulous look. “Yes, Holstrom. I clearly have a hot date to jet off to. Can’t you tell by my Jelly Jubilee slippers? I’ve been told it’s an absolute turn-on.”

Ithan rolls his eyes, fighting the smirk tugging at his lips. “Such a smartass,” he says fondly. “I’m asking because you having other plans is the only plausible reason I’ll accept for canceling movie night. Otherwise, I don’t see a reason why we can’t hang out.”

“I’m…busy.”

“Oh?” Ithan asks, raising a brow. “With what? Bryce is with Athalar and I’m here right now. So what else could you possibly have planned?”

You huff in annoyance. “I have other friends, you know.”

“Doubtful,” the wolf says with dripping sarcasm. He drums his fingers over the couch, a frown forming while his gaze flickers back up to you again. “We don’t have to hang out tonight if you don’t want to,” Ithan says softly.

The uncertainty in his voice softens your grumpiness. You sigh, teetering over to where he’s sitting and cocooning yourself even further within the confines of your blanket. “It’s not that I don’t want to hang out,” you start, absentmindedly blowing at your bangs. “I’m just not sure that I’ll be the best company tonight.”

Ithan cocks his head, noting the nervous shuffling of your feet. There was something different about you tonight. He couldn’t quite place it until you shifted again, bringing with you a wave of your signature scent—midnight rain and sage, tinged with a warm undertone that smelled so delicious that he had to resist pulling you into his lap just so he could catch another whiff.

“Did you use a different soap?” Ithan asks, entirely distracted by the heavenly fragrance. “You smell really good.”

You blush, shaking your head. “No.” Avoiding the wolf’s gaze, you stare at a spot on your pink rug. “Like I was saying, I’m not feeling that well so we have to take a rain check on tonight.”

“Are you sick?” Ithan presses, concern flooding his eyes. He rises from the couch, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. Your knees buck underneath you from the simple touch, but your friend is too busy fussing over you to notice. “Do I need to call a medwitch? I can ask Hypaxia to come by—”

Burning fucking Solas.

“Ithan,” you growl, drawing your friend’s attention. “Please do not summon the Queen of the Valbaran Witches for a house visit. I’m not sick. I’m just…” your eyes dart around the room as you attempt to look at literally anything else but the male standing before you. “I’m in heat.”

For what seemed like the longest ten seconds of your life, Ithan was silent. You dared to finally spare a glance in his direction, surprised to find him already looking at you.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“Yeah, oh. Now you see why I can’t hang out.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t care if you’re in heat. I still want to hang out with you.”

You blink. “You’re not…grossed out by it?”

Ithan looks at you as though you were the one acting strange. “Why would I be grossed out by it? We’re wolves. It’s normal. I mean, besides the grumpiness, I think I can manage,” he shoots you a cheeky wink that makes you chuckle.

“Now come on, I know you’re dying to watch some godsawful romcom.”

You roll your eyes, but the tension eases in your shoulders as Ithan beckons you to sit next to him. He passes you a slice of pizza once you’re settled in and hits play on one of your favorite movies. It was a cheesy love story, but you absolutely fell for it every time. Ithan would never admit it, but he enjoyed watching these terrible movies just as much as you did.

The two of you fell into your usual movie night routine. The city lights dimmed outside and brought with it a cool shift in the air. Despite the blanket wrapped around your body, you still shivered as the air conditioning came on. Wordlessly, Ithan pulls you into his arms and envelopes you in his warmth.

Not an ounce of shame sluices through you as you greedily cuddle against him, feeling his soft chuckle sweep over your skin as he adjusts the blanket around the both of you.

Ithan pulls the string on your hoodie—his hoodie technically and pokes your cheek with it. “I thought one of the guys took this from my laundry pile. Tharion and I got into it, but as it turns out, you’re the little thief that stole my clothes.”

You childishly stick your tongue out, shoving your hands in the pockets of the Crescent City Sunball hoodie while throwing your legs over Ithan’s lap. “Not my fault you left it here. Plus, it’s comfy and it smells good. You’re not getting it back.”

The wolf grins. “Keep it,” he says, his voice dropping an octave lower. Seeing you in his clothes made him feel a strange swell of pride. Ithan liked the sight of it more than he should. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, leaning against him to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks.

Your best friend shifts, pulling you to his side and resting his hand by your hip. You tried your best to turn your attention back to the movie, but you were suddenly hyper aware of every sensation as Ithan’s fingers trace circles along the sliver of skin peeking out from underneath his hoodie. The sweeping touch makes you freeze in place, your breathing soft and shallow as your eyes flutter close.

It feels good—so good—to feel Ithan’s caress sweeping through your body. You release a small sigh of satisfaction that rumbles through him like crackling thunder before an oncoming storm. The two of you had cuddled plenty of times before, most of them innocent and platonic, with a few that had him wishing he’d pressed for more, but not like this. Never like this.

The tension was so thick in the air that he could almost taste it on his tongue. Perhaps it was your heat affecting his senses, but as his fingers inched towards your ribcage, all Ithan knew was that he wanted to hear that purring sound come out of your mouth again.

Before he could think better of it, Ithan fully pulls you into his lap, the tip of his nose brushing against your neck as his right hand roams underneath the large sweatshirt nearly swallowing you whole. He sweeps your hair over your shoulder, breathing in your scent while you shift your weight above him.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Ithan murmurs against your skin. “You smell really fucking good.”

You swallow thickly, desperately trying to focus on the movie playing on your television to distract yourself from how aroused you were. “Thanks. You do too. That’s mainly why I stole the hoodie.”

“You like smelling like me?” There was a hint of a smirk in his voice, laced with an edge of possessiveness that makes your head swim.

“Mhm,” you reply, sinking back into his chest. “You smell all warm and cozy, like mahogany and pine.”

Ithan chuckles. “Good to know you find my scent so pleasing.”

You could barely make out the words as his fingers inched higher, eliciting a shiver out of you. Despite the reaction, there was nothing but heat rushing through your veins from your close proximity.

“You’re freezing,” Ithan observes, sounding every bit like the concerned friend that you knew and loved. Except there was something like lust and desire twisting through his features as you turned to face him. “I read that temperature irregularity is one of the main symptoms of a female wolf’s heat.”

You snort. “Been doing a lot of research on Wolf MD in your free time?”

The male rolls his eyes. “As a matter of fact, I have. I thought it might be helpful to know just in case my best friend ever needed the information, which I was just about to share before she interrupted with her usual smartass comments.”

The thought of Ithan researching your possible symptoms was mildly amusing and also extremely heartwarming. It was just so thoughtful and kind and sweet, which was basically your friend wrapped up in three words.

“Alright then, wolf boy. Share the remedy with the class.”

He shakes his head at your sarcastic quip. “According to the internet—which only contains true and absolute facts—” the accompanying cheeky wink makes you chuckle softly. “Skin to skin contact should help regulate your body temperature.”

A tinge of pink blooms high upon your cheeks at the suggestion. “Is this just an excuse to see me shirtless, Holstrom?”

Ithan rolls his eyes once more, pinching your side. “I’m just telling you what the expert opinion is. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

“So…we’re just supposed to get naked and cuddle?”

The more you thought about it, the more enticing the idea was. You were already doing one of two of those things and the only obstruction left was the clothing between you. And you very much wanted to rid yourself of that pesky little barrier.

“That’s the general gist of it,” he says, his soft brown eyes darkening. “I think chest to chest would suffice. We can keep the blankets around us if that’ll make you more comfortable.”

Ithan offers you a genuine smile, which almost makes you feel bad about all the filthy thoughts currently running rampant in your hormone addled brain. Almost.

You swallow, facing your friend. “Only if you’re alright with it—”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything to help you.” You didn’t doubt the declaration for one second. It was just the type of male Ithan was. “Plus, I know you’re dying for the chance to ogle my abs.”

If only he had any idea how accurate that statement was. You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to turn around. “In your dreams, Holstrom.”

Ithan’s laughter sweeps over your skin as he faces the other way, giving you some much needed privacy. You stare at the back of his head for a brief second, weighing the consequences in your head. Cuddling was one thing, but doing it while semi-nude was completely new territory. It gave you pause, clearly on the precipice of crossing some invisible line of your friendship. The boundary that grew thinner and thinner the more the two of you spent time together.

Unbeknownst to you, Ithan was facing the same dilemma. The wolf was more than aware that he could possibly fuck up your friendship if he took this any further, but if there was anything he learned over the past few years, it was that life was short and he was done pretending that he wasn’t crazy about you. He only hoped you shared the same sentiment.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you quickly slip out of his hoodie before tossing it to the other end of the couch and wrapping the blanket around you.

“You can turn around now,” you say softly.

Ithan did so slowly, his gaze trailing up to your face as he tried his best not to let it sweep past your exposed shoulders and the lacy bra that seems to be peeking out from underneath your knit throw. He busied himself with the hem of his shirt, lifting the article of clothing over his head in one swift move.

You didn’t have nearly as much self control as Ithan did as your eyes roamed over the expanse of his golden brown skin and the muscles that rippled underneath while he shifted closer to you. Pure electricity crackles over your skin as he pulls you into his arms once more, this time without the barrier of your clothes. You let out a pleased hum as Ithan presses you flush against his chest, his natural warmth chasing away any trace of the cold.

“Better?” He asks, his voice rough and husky.

A soft moan is all you can muster as you greedily wrap your arms around his neck, drowning yourself in his heat and scent. Ithan was so godsdamned intoxicating and you knew that if you ever got a taste of him—a real taste—that you’d spend the entirety of your immortal life still craving more.

The notion wasn’t helped as he skims his fingers over the back of your bra, tracing tantalizing circles that nearly made you go out of your damned mind. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of Ithan’s neck, lips barely brushing over his tanned skin as he inhales a sharp breath. Your hands moved of their own volition, dancing over his strong back and threading through his hair, which slipped through your fingers like silk.

Ithan stills, his breathing soft and shallow while you wrapped yourself up in him. Large hands grip the tops of your thighs, shifting your position so that you were currently straddling him. You could feel how tense Ithan was underneath you as you released his strands and ran a teasing finger through his perfectly sculpted abs.

“Ithan?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. Your best friend’s eyes snap open, giving you a glimpse of the dark desire dancing in his chocolate gaze. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking that touching you is the most alive I’ve ever felt. I’m thinking that your scent is so intoxicating that I want to drown myself in it.” The gruffness in his voice makes your core clench with need. “I’m thinking that I really want to fucking kiss you right now.”

You bite your lip and Ithan’s gaze immediately zeroes in on the movement. “Then what are you waiting for, Holstrom?”

“Such a smartass.”

The teasing remark is the last thing you heard before Ithan closes the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours as though it was taking every ounce of self control not to ravage you right then and there. Unfortunately for Ithan you didn’t share his patience and you hungrily pressed against him for more, arching into him and causing the two of you sink into the cushions. Your lips meld together and all of Ithan’s restraint vanishes as he flips you on your back without breaking the kiss.

You moan against his mouth as he trails his hand up your inner thigh, toying with the hem of your shorts. “There’s something else I read about your heat. A remedy to the cramps and pain that you’ve been suffering from.”

“And what would that be?”

Ithan smirks and the sight knocks the breath out of your lungs. He was so godsdamned pretty that it should honestly be a crime for him to walk around looking like that. “I can show you better than I can tell you,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Then by all means.”

The male attaches his lips onto your neck as he yanks your shorts off your legs. Ithan hooks his thumb on the waistband of your lace panties, his gaze boring into you as he impatiently tosses them to the side.

“Can I touch you?”

You nod, barely containing the anticipation building in your chest. Gods yes.

You hadn’t realized you’d said that last part aloud until you were met with Ithan’s smug grin. “No sarcasm for me, sweetheart?”

“Are you going to touch me or not?”

His soft chuckle of amusement makes your blood sing. “So impatient. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it.”

This demanding side of Ithan wasn’t one that you’d ever seen and you instantly decided that you liked it. While you adored the caring, sympathetic best friend you were so used to, the male before you reminded you that there was still a wolf lurking underneath that soft and sweet exterior.

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if that’s what you really want, Ithan.”

And fuck if that didn’t make his cock twitch in his pants.

Ithan could barely contain himself as he stroked your sex, the movement so languid and painstakingly slow. Your thighs are shaking as he hovers above you, his bicep flexing as he teases a finger over your slick folds.

“Is this what you learned from the totally reliable internet doctors? Teasing a female in heat until she goes out of her godsdamned mind?”

Gone was the boyish grin you loved so much and in its place was a sexy, seductive smirk that made the arousal pool in your core.

“Actually, no,” Ithan says nonchalantly as he circles your clit. “The doctors said that orgasms help with the pain. A female in heat should cum. As often and as loudly as she likes.”

His gaze slides over your surprised expression, drinking in the utter shock on your face. “But since you’re too busy being such a smartass, maybe I’ll let you handle it yourself.”

You stare back at him defiantly. “Don’t you dare.”

Ithan chuckles. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to keep the sarcastic comments from coming out of your pretty little mouth.”

He doesn’t give you the time to respond before he plunges two fingers into your soaking entrance, swallowing your moan into his mouth. Ithan curves his fingers inside of you as his tongue slips past your lips, tasting, teasing, and licking every part of you that he can get ahold of.

You rake your nails over his back and he growls with pleasure, the sound of your name a breathy moan coming out of Ithan’s mouth.

“Fuck. Are you always this wet, sweetheart?”

“Only for you.”

The soft whimper drives Ithan absolutely wild. “Damn right.”

The fog of lust and heady desire threatens to swallow you whole as Ithan nips at your neck, plunging his fingers in and out as you buck against his hand. The tension in your core was threatening to unravel with every sweeping touch.

“Gods, Ithan. That feels so fucking good.”

He responds by curving his fingers against your walls, hitting the sensitive, spongy spot that had you seeing stars. Ithan’s other hand slides behind your back, unclasping your bra without you even noticing. How the Hel was he so good at that?

A glimpse of the wolf within peeks out as he takes the lacy fabric between his teeth, discarding it over the edge of the couch without a second thought. His free hand cups your exposed breasts before his mouth claims a nipple, running a tongue over your stiff peaks with a low moan.

“Have I ever told you how much I fucking love these?” Ithan says, utterly mesmerized by your breasts. “They’re perfect. Just like every inch of you.”

You blush at the compliment. Coming from this male, who was literally flawless in every possible way, made it that much hotter.

“Mmm, I think you’re the perfect one out of the two of us. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re just so damn pretty.”

You giggle as Ithan peppers kisses all over your face. “I prefer devastatingly handsome. Or irresistibly sexy.”

“Glad to see that you’re not letting the compliment go to your head, Holstrom.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my weakness.” He kisses you softly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. Ithan smiles, bright and beautiful, just for you. “Now come on sweetheart, doctor’s orders."

His thumb circles against your clit, shifting you from the sweet moment to absolute insatiable hunger for him. Your soft pants echo against the walls of your flat as Ithan urges you towards that sweet release, patiently fucking you with his fingers even though he wishes it was his cock that was inside of you instead.

Soon, he reminded himself. He’d make you cum with his fingers before he even let himself think about his own pleasure. Ithan wanted to take care of you first.

“So close—oh gods—Ithan I’m gonna—“

Your best friend coaxes you through the orgasm, never once relenting while you ride out the high. The sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him is the prettiest thing Ithan has ever seen. You were so open, so vulnerable, showcasing a side of you that he only let himself think about in the late hours of the night. Seeing it in the flesh shattered every expectation he might’ve had. You were absolutely fucking exquisite.

Wild eyes stare back at him, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving from the intensity of the pleasure. To his surprise, you pull him down to you, capturing his lips once again like he was your lifeline. Just when Ithan thought you couldn’t possibly turn him on even further, the desperation and neediness you were exhibiting makes his cock stiffen to the point of pain.

Your thoughts seem to head in that direction as you reach for his crotch, palming his generous length in your hand. Ithan curses as you unbutton his jeans impatiently, eager to know if he was as big as he felt. He purrs into your mouth as you yank the fabric down over his hips, moving quickly to remove his boxers. Ithan’s brown eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grind down onto his cock, teasing him with the slightest bit of friction.

Ithan grips your hips so hard that you were pretty sure his fingertips were marked onto your skin. At least you hoped to gods it would. “Stop fucking teasing. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you, Ithan.” You maintain eye contact as you sink down to his abs, holding his gaze as you lick your way up his six pack. “I want all of you. Right here, right now.”

You couldn’t be bothered to take things to your bedroom. Ithan drove you fucking wild. You were a female on the brink and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were filled with all of him.

“Fuck,” Ithan curses. “Then take all of me. I’m yours, sweetheart. I always have been.”

Something like pride and satisfaction dances in the pit of your stomach before you crawl onto Ithan’s lap, bracing your hands on his chest before sinking down onto his length. The male watches every inch of him disappearing into your tight cunt, his head rolling back at how snug you felt around his cock.

Ithan pulls you into a tight embrace as your hips roll against him, lifting higher and higher until only his tip is sheathed inside of you.

“Now what did I say about being a fucking tease?”

You smirk before sinking down in one swift movement, your thighs clenching as you ride him with reckless abandon. Ithan can’t stop looking at you, at the way your eyes burn with fire as your moans grow louder and louder. It’s only when his name falls from your lips that he decides he’s had enough of this little game.

Ithan flips you over, taking full control as he snaps his hips into yours. The way he’s fucking you into the couch makes you dizzy with pleasure, head nearly hanging off the armrest as he picks up the pace. It’s relentless and punishing like he’s waited far too long for this opportunity.

That made two of you.

“Fuck Ithan, right there. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Ithan nearly came from how vocal you were being. He’s never had someone so open to giving feedback, so unabashedly unapologetic about voicing what they liked and didn’t like in bed. You were bossy and demanding and he knew you’d make him work for it. Ithan found it incredibly fucking sexy.

“Right here?” he teases, rutting into you at the perfect angle. Ithan holds your hips down as you greedily thrash for more of him. “So eager, sweetheart. What if I want to take it slow? Really make you work for it?”

Ithan’s thrust was shallow, barely giving you an inch or two. You dig your nails into his back, cursing all the while. He was such a godsdamned tease.

“Now is not the fucking time,” you growl into his mouth. “I’m in heat and literally begging for it. Would you deny a female pleasure?”

“Never. But I don’t recall you asking. Tell me how you want me to fuck you and I’ll happily oblige.”

You held Ithan’s gaze, refusing to balk from this beautiful male. No matter how intense those searing brown eyes felt on your skin.

“I want you to fuck me hard. Rough,” you declare with confidence. “Don’t hold anything back, Ithan.”

“Burning fucking Solas,” Ithan mutters above you. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You smirk, ready to strike with another sarcastic quip but Ithan slams his hips into yours with such fervor that you could do nothing but moan in pleasure as his cock filled you to the hilt. Ever the generous male, Ithan delivers exactly what you asked for, thrusting at such a relentless pace that you could barely keep up.

Stars and time and space flit across your closed lids. Ithan was dragging out every whine and moan and pant, feasting on your overheated skin while you writhe underneath him. You could feel the beginning of another orgasm rising within you and so could Ithan by the way your walls clenched around him. The wolf traces the outline of your lips, his voice raw and ragged as he continues rutting into you.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch you cum.”

There wasn’t a shred of sanity left in your body, but you somehow managed to open your eyes and found yourself staring back at the dark, chocolate gaze that threatened to swallow you whole. With sweat glazing over his broad shoulders and solid chest, you couldn’t help but admire Ithan in all his glory.

He smirks as though he could read your thoughts before flicking his thumb over your clit, pushing you to the edge of that sweet release.

His name is a prayer on your lips as you came, hurtling over the edge of yourself and into the cosmic bliss of euphoria. Ithan follows you soon after, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down on your flesh. His thrusts grow sloppy as he spurts inside of you, panting against your cheek as he spends all of himself on you.

For a moment, there’s no sound in the room besides your heavy breathing and the background noise of the movie playing on your television. Ithan pulls out slowly and you both lie back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The gravity of what just occurred hung in the air, but you weren’t even focused on that.

The absence of pain—gut-wrenching and agonizing pain that plagued you for the majority of the day was nowhere to be found. You squealed in delight, startling Ithan out of his recovery.

“I know the sex was good, but there’s no need to yell.”

“Shut up, smartass.” You roll your eyes, swatting the male on the back of his head. Ithan grumbled a complaint, but he was cut off as you threw your arms around him. “You were sent to me by Luna herself. My pain is completely gone. I guess your pervy little research paid off in the end.”

The wolf pinched your ass, causing you to yelp. “It wasn’t pervy. I was merely trying to help my best friend.”

“Well consider me thoroughly helped. Although I’m a little mad.” Ithan’s face contorted with worry and you can’t help the desire to kiss that expression right off his face. “We could’ve been doing that during movie nights instead of watching these cheesy rom coms the entire time.”

He chuckles in amusement. “I happen to enjoy those movies, but I enjoy being with you even more.” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but smile nonetheless. “I mean it. I like being around you, no matter what we’re doing. Naked or fully clothed.”

“I like being around you too, Ithan. You’re probably my favorite person, but I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone.”

He pokes your cheek. “Please. Everyone knows that you have a big, fat crush on me.”

“In your dreams, Holstrom.”

Ithan grins, pulling you to his chest and making the traitorous butterflies flutter around in your stomach. “You’re such a smartass,” he says, his lips hovering mere inches away from yours. “But you’re my smartass.”

And for what seemed like the millionth time that night, Ithan kisses the absolute Hel out of you.

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ma1dmer · 1 year ago

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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.

—

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)!

#My writing #mine #tristan flynn #ithan holstrom #tristan flynn fic #ithan holstrom fic #hosab #hoeab #crescent city #sjmass #tristan flynn smut #ithan holstrom smut #tristan flynn x read #ithan holstrom x reader

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helionmylove · 2 years ago

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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.

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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.

#ithan holstrom x reader #ithan x reader #ithan holstrom #ithan holstrom smut #ithan holstrom headcanons #crescent city #cc2 #crescent city x reader

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acotardiaries · 11 months ago

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The idea of Ithan trying to sleep but hearing Bryce give Hunt a bj will forever be the funniest and saddest thing ever

#crescent city spoilers #crescent city #cc2 #cc hosab #hunt athalar #bryce quinlan #sjm universe #sjm #hunt and bryce #sarah j maas #sjm smut #ithan holstrom #poor Ithan

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euphoricpixiee · 2 years ago

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ .crescent city. ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

updated on: 04/13/2023

oneshots/drabbles;

pretty princess w/ ruhn

the pleasures of smoking w/ ruhn

love filled

pure w/ tristan

lavender w/ ruhn

soap w/ ruhn

series;

night sky masterlist (not started yet)

hc;

nsfw abc's; ruhn danaan 1 2

fluff w/ flynn

mates w/ flynn

you w/ tharion

eros w/hunt

frat boys kink lists; 1 2 3 4

(stole my old fics from cadiacore)

#crescent city fics #crescent city #ruhn danaan smut #tristan flynn #tristan flynn smut #ruhn danaan x fem!reader #hunt athalar #ithan holstrom #tharion ketos

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sunshinebingo · 10 months ago

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This took me an embarrassingly long time to write but I finally did it. This fic is a gift to @headcanonheadcase who was one of the first writers that made me fall in love with fanfiction. And is also the one who opened my eyes to the wonders of Gwyn/Ithan. @headcanonheadcase dear, what you do for this fandom (and all the others you write for) is incredible. You are amazing!!

CRACKSHIP ALERT

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom Synopsis: Ithan remembers the important events in his relationship with his red wolf, Gwyn, from how it started to where they are now. A recollection of little moments that they shared together. Word Count: 5.7k Warning: A tiny bit of smut

Important A/N: I started writing this waaay before hofas was released so this fic does not follow any canon event past HoSaB. It's not a 'hofas canon-divergence', it's just me posting a crackship fanfic after having it in my drafts for half a year.

Read on Ao3 or proceed below the cut for a snippet

Day 8

“I’m Gwyneth. Gwyn. It’s very nice to meet you,” she shook the hand that he had extended to her after introducing himself. Ithan thanked all the Gods above that he had not gaped at her again like a fool. He had been bracing himself for a conversation with her since he caught a glimpse of her bright hair as she was entering the Prime’s office.

“So, you are new here?” he asked as though he had not already secretly asked everyone at the Den for information about her. He had learned that Gwyneth had just arrived in Lunathion with the intention of settling here. Her grandparents were apparently related to the Prime himself. What had struck Ithan the most had been learning that she was a lone wolf, just like he had been before, even if he was now the only wolf in his pack consisting of an angel, some Fae, a mer, a deer shifter and even a dragon and some fire sprites.

“I am. I live near the Old Square, a few blocks away from the White Raven.”

“Really?” he replied a bit too excitedly before clearing his voice and continuing more calmly. “I mean, I live near the Old Square too.”

The smile that spread on her face could have rivaled the sun ahead. “That’s great. Um… maybe we’ll cross path someday. I mean…” she rambled. Was she nervous too? Ithan thought.

“Not that we aren’t already crossing paths at the Den already,” she added with a laugh while indicating the building behind them.

Ithan noticed the way that she was twisting a strand of hair between her fingers and how she could not stand still. She was nervous too. Somehow, that made him a little less tense.

He has admitted to Gwyn, months and months later, that their encounter on that day had not been accidental at all. He had confessed that he might have forsaken more urgent matters to wait until she would leave the Prime’s office. The tongue-lashing he had gotten from his roommates for being late for what they had planned later that day had been totally worth it.

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Day 10

“Hello there,” a melodious voice drawled behind him. Ithan turned on the stool he was sitting on at the bar of the White Raven to find Gwyn smiling at him.

If he was not already seated, his first look at her would have made him fall on his ass. Gwyn was glowing in a green velvet dress that clung to her and accentuated all the dips and curves of her body. The makeup she had dusted on her eyelids sparkled beneath the flashing lights of the club, making it impossible not to look at her eyes.

“You look…” damn him and his habit of being speechless in her presence. “You are…” he tried and failed again.

Gwyn erupted in laughter at his flustered state. “I think I will take that as a compliment,” she said as she sat on the empty stool beside him.

“Sorry,” Ithan shook his head, “You are stunning.” Phew. See? That wasn’t so hard to say, he thought.

Gwyn’s cheeks started to flush and Ithan was momentarily mesmerised by the way it made her freckles stand out. “Thank you. And you are very handsome as well.”

Ithan was certain that the heat spreading across his face was close to turning him as red as her hair. Gwyn ordered three drinks and turned back to him.

‘’They’re not all for me,’’ she explained when she noticed his raised eyebrows. She pointed at a blond Fae and a brunette angel on the dance floor. ‘’I came with my sisters.’’

His face must have given away his puzzlement concerning her odd family because Gwyn snorted then proceeded to tell him about her chosen sisters.

A drink was placed in front of him. But instead of making his way towards his table where his own found family was, Ithan stayed at the bar, chatting with Gwyn over the loud music. Either her sisters had forgotten about their drinks, or they did not want to cut their conversation short because, as they talked and talked, Gwyn ended up drinking all three cocktails she had ordered while Ithan kept ordering more for himself. He only took note of the time when he turned around at some point and found that all those he had come with were already gone.

That night, Ithan had talked more than he ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He remembers vividly how she had been the only thing on his mind when he was staring at his ceiling before he fell asleep in the early morning. He had a crush on Gwyn. One that went from little to massive in a matter of one training session with the Aux.

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#Gwynthan #gwyneth berdara #ithan holstrom #gwyn x ithan #acotar #crescent city #crackship #it's mostly fluff #tiny bit of smut #tiny bit of angst

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b00kdiary · 1 year ago

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Euphoria | Ithan Holstrom

Ithan Holstrom x Plus Size Reader

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

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

MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

Unlike me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just like I knew he could smell mine.

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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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azsazz · 1 year ago

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Crescent City Masterlist

Lean into Me [Fluff]

Come Again? [Smut, Toys]

Catch Me if You Can [Kinktober 2023, Shadowplay]

Dinner for Two [Kinktober 2023, Breeding]

Creep [Kinktober, 2023, Stalking]

#crescent city #crescent city masterlist #azsazz masterlist #sjm #ruhn danaan #ruhn x reader #azsazz #ithan holstrom smut #ithan x reader #aidas x reader #aidas crescent city

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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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)

💧✨Try Hard (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

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theostrophywife · 2 years ago

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in heat: a preview

a/n: i am way too excited for this ithan fic, so i thought i'd give you guys a little sneak peek. you have @azriels-angels to thank for encouraging my thirst for ithan. let me know if you want to be tagged for the full fic.

“Ithan?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. Your best friend’s eyes snap open, giving you a glimpse of the dark desire dancing in his chocolate gaze. “What are you thinking about?”

You bite your lip and Ithan’s gaze immediately zeroes in on the movement. “Then what are you waiting for, Holstrom?”

“Such a smartass.”

#i am literally squealing as i write #i love spreading my ithan holstrom agenda #ithan holstrom #ithan holstrom fluff #ithan holstrom fic #ithan holstrom smut #crescent city

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kknudsen · 2 years ago

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Finally Mine

Azriel & Love interest

Caution: Possible spoilers to all SJM Books.

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

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

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

Word Count: 9,012

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, my turn” Declan said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your face reddened as you laughed with the others

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Azriels POV•

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

“Alright, Mor!” Bryce exclaimed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Kyrie’s POV•

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

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

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

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

“Are you coming Ky?” More asked

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

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

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

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

“Alright, beer pong! Az, you in?”

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

“Alright, who else? Ky? Come on!”

You reluctantly stood up and shook out your shoulders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You take compliments so well Ky”

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

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

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

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

“So… about that dream”

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

“Wh…what about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ky… I need to be in you”

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

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

“Just tell me to stop if you need to”

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

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

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

“You okay?” He said gently

“Yeah” you nodded once “keep going”

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

“You feel so good”

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

You wanted more.

Needed more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Az!” You cried in pleasure “oh gods”

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

“Yesss” you hissed “you feel so good”

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

every.

Single.

Time.

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

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

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

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

“Let go baby”

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

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

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

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

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

“It was more than amazing”

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

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

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

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

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

“Honestly?” He asked

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

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

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

“I’d like that” you said, beaming.

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

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

“Mine” he said

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

These are the dresses I was envisioning while describing them

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

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

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Tag Lists Update 2023

New year, new followers, new stories. Do you want to be added to a tag list let me know.

Please just tell via the comments or via an ask. And also let me know if you always want to be tagged or not for angst or smut or anything.

Azriel 💙

Cassian ❤️

Rhysand 💜

Elucien 💕

Azris 🧡

Nessian ❤️‍🔥

Jassa 🤎

Ruhn Danaan 🖤

Ithan Holstrom🤍

#azriel #cassian #rhysand #nessian #elucien #fieldofdaisiies #taglists #acotar #acosf #acotar x reader

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panicatthenightcourt · 2 years ago

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@sjmromanceweek Day Three: The Honeymoon

Pairing: itharion

Summary: With Bryce and Hunt on their honeymoon, Tharion is tasked with looking after their apartment. To his surprise, a certain wolf shifter was also given the same task.

Warnings: !smut! oral m receiving, anal sex, foul language

wc: 2.7k

a/n: Am I delusional, or were there sparks flying off the page between these two? Please tell me I wasn’t the only one picking that up.

Read on AO3

Tharion made his way from the elevator to the door of Bryce’s apartment. He was almost skipping with excitement. The mer was going to spend the next two whole weeks living it up in Bryce and Hunt’s fancy ass apartment. All. Alone. It was exactly what he needed- a little escape. In fact, he was going to make a call to Bryce encouraging her to extend her honeymoon with Athalar. Those two were insatiable, chances are she would agree. Tharion felt a pang in his chest at the thought. He yearned for that connection, to call someone his. Yearned for love and passion and joy. He paused and shook his head, dispelling the thoughts from his head. He was going to relax, no thoughts and feelings to drag him down.

Tharion crouched to look for the key under the mat, right where Bryce said it would be. Except it wasn’t. He furrowed his brow and scanned his surroundings. The key had to be somewhere. He checked up and down the hall. Felt for it atop the doorframe. He rummaged through a small potted plant next to the mat. He sighed in defeat, the key was gone. He winced at the thought of Bryce chewing him out for interrupting her sex-a-thon with Hunt.

As he pulled his phone out and hovered over Bryce’s contact, Tharion heard sounds coming from inside the apartment. Everything in him went on high alert. There was someone inside the apartment. Steeling himself, he weighed his options. He could bust in and deal with the intruder. He could call Ruhn and the guys and check it out together. He cou-

A boisterous crash interrupted his thoughts. Tharion’s body reacted of its own accord, registering the commotion happening inside. He threw himself into the door and barreled into the place. Muscles tight, arms raised, ready for attack. The sight he was met with instantly drew the fight out of him.

“Pup?” Tharion raised an amused eyebrow.

Ithan Holstrom, sitting atop what looked to be the remains of a coffee table, blinked back up at him. Slowly, a deep flush stained his face. The wolf shifter’s eyes darted to the sword laying a few feet away before saying, “What are you doing here?”

“Me? You’re the one in here destroying Bryce’s precious furniture,” Tharion pointed out. He couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice when he added, “Again.”

Ithan groaned, “She told you?”

“It seems you make a habit of acting out your fantasies rather…passionately,” Tharion snickered at Ithan’s expense. “She's going to lose her shit when she sees you broke another coffee table.”

“Yeah, well, bashing her door in would also certainly do the trick,” Ithan snorted and gestured towards the door.

Tharion winced as he took in the damage, “At least I have two weeks to fix it.”

“And I have two weeks to replace this mess,” Ithan added. The wolf narrowed his eyes then asked, “What are you doing here anyway?”

On the defensive, Tharion retorted, “I could ask you the same. I’m the guardian of this humble abode for the next two weeks so if anyone has the right to interrogate someone, it’s me.”

Tharion watched as Ithan’s brow furrowed and his lips parted. He looks adorable. Tharion paused at his thoughts, where had that come from? The same feeling as before curled around his heart. He yearned to have someone he could call adorable, to appreciate them. Before he could continue on this line of thought, Ithan piped up.

“You’re house sitting for them?” At Tharion’s nod, Ithan blew out an amused breath and shook his head. “Well, I am, too.”

Tharion snorted at the mix up, “Athalar asked you?” Ithan nodded. “Legs was the one who asked me.”

“I’ll call them, get this sorted out.” Ithan began to pull out his phone and Tharion stopped him.

“That would be the worst thing, Legs would castrate you for interrupting their honeymoon.”

Ithan’s face screwed up into a cringe, he was clearly imagining that very real possibility. Still adorable. His subconscious needs to get a grip. Tharion turned towards the door, ready to leave. The place was being looked after and Ithan had gotten there first. He felt the loss of this opportunity for escapism deep in his bones. He really needed this, but he wasn’t about to spill his exhaustion to Ithan Holstrom.

“Wait!” Ithan called. “You don’t have to go.”

When Tharion turned around, he knew that Ithan must have sensed it, read it on his face, Hel, maybe he somehow smelled what he was feeling. Ithan was looking at him with those deep brown eyes, he could see the empathy. A pool of warmth settled in his gut. He wanted someone to care for him like this so badly. He caught himself and Tharion bristled, not allowing himself to be this vulnerable. Ithan must have seen his walls solidifying because his eyes widened, then he threw on a nonchalant look before commenting, “There’s a sunball game on. I thought we could watch it.”

Tharion stood watching the male and assessed the olive branch he was extending. His brain wandered again to that word. Adorable. His chest felt warm at Ithan’s care. Tharion tried to tamper it down enough so he could turn Ithan down. Enough to walk away from his invitation and the safe haven that was Bryce and Hunt’s apartment.

He couldn’t. So he flashed a grin, bounded to the couch and flopped onto it. Remembering, once he was on it, to not foolishly ruin Bryce’s precious white couch. He turned to Ithan, still on the floor on top of the rubble that was the coffee table, and asked, “Who’s playing?”

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Something in Tharion’s brain chemistry must have altered. In all the time they’ve spent together, everything they’ve been through, he had never looked at Ithan like this. The mer noticed every time the sun caught on Ithan’s golden brown hair. He was hyper aware of every grunt and groan that escaped Ithan’s lips when he was frustrated at the game. Every laugh of triumph. Every exhale of relief. Every twinkle in his eye.

He was half tempted to bolt from the couch- the couch where he and Ithan had been creeping increasingly close to each other throughout the game- and leave the apartment all together. He couldn’t bring himself to do that. For every thought that repelled the idea of his attraction for Ithan there were ten that lured him in.

The game had ended. The team Ithan rooted for had won. He turned to Tharion, excitement lighting his eyes. Their knees bumped at the proximity and Ithan’s new position.

“What a game,” Ithan exhaled. He began to recap his favorite moments. His summary was punctuated with Did you see when…? and I can’t believe…

Tharion was utterly transfixed. What was happening to him? Suddenly he felt his hand brush Ithan’s and he startled. Tharion had been unconsciously leaning closer to him. He was so close he could see the intimate details of the wolf’s face. The honey colored highlights in Ithans brown eyes. His long lashes. The rosy pout of his parted lips. Tharion hadn’t even noticed that Ithan had stopped speaking.

Now they were both aware of each other. Aware of their situation. A strangled whimper escaped Ithan’s lips. That sound went straight to Tharion’s cock. He snapped his eyes to Ithan’s and raised an eyebrow.

“What is it, Pup?” Tharion taunted. “Sounds like you have something to say.”

Ithan stared and stared. Tharion could feel the hesitation rolling off of him in waves. The same hesitation Tharion was trying hard to mask. Who was he to assume Ithan’s behavior was from attraction and not discomfort?

Taking a collecting breath, Tharion dispelled all his thoughts with a shake of his head and began to move away from Ithan. He froze when he felt Ithan’s large, warm hand on his forearm.

“Don’t- I-,” Ithan paused and closed his eyes. He exhaled a breath. He seemed to be in a struggle with himself. When his eyes opened, Tharion could see that he had made up his mind. “Don’t go.”

They were an inch away from each other now. They were breathing the same air. It would be no effort at all to close the distance and finally feel Ithan’s lips upon his.

“Pup, I had no idea you felt this way,” Tharion felt his thoughts involuntarily slip through his mouth.

Ithan cracked a smile and a flush rose onto his cheeks, “Really? Cocky as you are, you never realized I thought you were hot as fuck?”

Tharion laughed at that. The smile stayed on his lips as he leaned forward and captured Ithan’s lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, unhurried. Tharion held Ithan’s face with both hands. Ithan was clutching onto Tharion’s wrists. They were getting a sense for each other, exploring, feeling the other out. And it felt good.

The mer’s length stirred in his pants, it began to strain against the fabric. He pressed harder into Ithan and the kiss turned feverish. He pushed his hands into Ithan’s hair, tugging gently. A deep groan sounded from Ithan’s throat and Tharion took the opportunity to push his tongue into his mouth. Tharion moaned softly at the taste of him. They quickly became all tongue, teeth and hands. Frantic to feel, to taste, to have each other.

Pulling away, Ithan panted, “Bryce will castrate us both if we do what we’re about to do on her couch.”

Smirking, Tharion taunted, “Oh, yeah? And what exactly are we going to do, Pup?”

“Some more of this,” Ithan supplied. He crushed his mouth back onto Tharion’s. The feel of his smooth lips had his cock hardening to the point of pain. Ithan pulled away slightly, “And some of this.”

Fuck. Ithan moved his hand to cup Tharion’s erection and began rubbing him through his pants. He started bucking his hips into Ithan’s hand unconsciously, chasing his pleasure. It took everything in him, but he reached for Ithan’s hand and stopped his ministrations.

“Bedroom,” Tharion panted, “now.”

It was almost comical how fast they scrambled into the guest bedroom of the apartment. Once inside, Tharion turned to Ithan. He raked his eyes over the wolf’s blown out pupils, glistening red lips, golden strands of his hair a mess. Merciful Cthona, he was gorgeous. Fueled by the pure lust he felt in Ithan’s presence, Tharion pushed him so he fell onto the bed. He climbed on top of him, his knees resting on either side of him.

Tharion dipped his head so he was centimeters from Ithan’s mouth, “Such a pretty pup under me.”

There was that whimper again, it had a pool of heat gathering deep in his stomach. Tharion lowered himself onto Ithan, a wanton moan left his lips when he felt the evidence of Ithan’s arousal against his own. He started moving his hips in a steady rhythm, feeling their hard lengths rubbing against each other. Short pants fell from Ithan’s parted lips, answering Tharion’s groans of pleasure.

The mer was going to come out of his skin from anticipation, he needed more. Leaning forward, he ripped Ithan’s shirt off him and his own shirt followed suit.

“Burning Solas,” Tharion murmured. Ithan’s toned chest and abdomen were on full display. The sunball player had clearly kept up his shape during his time in the Auxiliary.

“Likewise,” Ithan whispered. His hungry eyes raked over Tharion’s form.

Shifting his hips drew a hiss from both him and Ithan. Tharion leaned down and pressed a kiss to one of his pecs. He stuck his tongue out and flicked it over Ithan’s nipple. The soft groan that escaped him served as the only encouragement he needed to continue his path down Ithan’s body.

Ithan’s clothed length was so close to Tharion’s face, straining against the fabric of his pants. He flicked his gaze upward and caught Ithan’s chocolate eyes with his. Giving Ithan a small smirk, Tharion made quick work of his pants underwear, leaving Ithan completely exposed. Ithan’s cock sprang free of its confines and Tharion licked his lips at the sight.

“Well, well, well,” Tharion breathed. His mouth was centimeters from Ithan’s length. He licked a stripe from the base of Ithan’s cock to the tip and added, “Not such a little pup after all.”

Ithan’s hips bowed off the bed and he answered with a strained, “Why are you still talking?”

Very well then. Tharion unleashed himself on Ithan. He took him deep into his throat, only coming up for air when Ithan’s tip hit the back of his throat. The taste of him, the feel of him, had Tharion rubbing his throbbing erection against the mattress. He was desperate to be touched.

Ithan was a whimpering mess, unintentionally bucking his hips which only made Tharion gag further on his cock. He moaned around Ithan’s length, continuing to roll his hips for some relief against the friction of the mattress.

“Please,” Ithan mumbled. “Tharion, please.”

Tharion released Ithan’s cock, but continued to pump him slowly with his hand, “What is it, Pup?”

Propping himself on his elbows, Ithan begged, “Solas, Tharion, let me come.”

Ithan looked wild. Chest rising and falling frantically, hands fisted into the sheets below him, his cock glistening from the wet warmth of Tharion’s mouth. It triggered something in him. The mer shot up, pulling a strangled groan from Ithan, and discarded his own pants. A cocky look grew on his face when he heard the sharp exhale from Ithan at the sight of his length. Tharion turned to rummage through the drawers in the nightstand. These horny bastards had to have lube in here. Sure enough, Tharion found a bottle of lube.

He left them within reach and crawled back onto the bed, settling his weight on top of Ithan. Taking his face in his hands, he pressed a kiss to his lips. It was deep and sensuous, full of promise. He pulled away and moved to squirt a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

“Fuck,” Ithan gasped as Tharion’s fingers circled his ass. He pushed one into his tight hole and pumped slowly. Ithan’s mouth fell open and pants fell from his lips. Tharion was so hard, his length was twitching against his abdomen. The tip was weeping precum, he was desperate to be inside Ithan. Tharion added another finger after some time, then another after some more.

“Are you ready to take my cock?” Tharion asked of Ithan as he continued pumping into him. The wolf nodded frantically in answer.

Tharion slotted himself at Ithan’s entrance and began pushing in. Inch by inch, Tharion filled him up. The tight squeeze wrapping around Tharion was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Once his hips met Ithan’s, he wasn’t gentle about it. Tharion set a punishing pace. The sound of their hips meeting and the groans coming from them was all that could be heard echoing in the room. Tharion felt lost in Ithan, muscles tight to stave off his orgasm. Ithan brought up his hands and was raking his nails down Tharion’s back. The pinching pain only added to the mer’s utter bliss.

“Tharion,” Ithan panted. “Tharion, I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” Tharion reached down to grip onto Ithan cock, his body jolting from the contact. He pumped him roughly, in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Pup.”

With a loud groan, Ithan came. Hot ropes of come coated Tharion’s hand and their stomachs. The sight had Tharion’s stomach tightening further, soon he was shooting his release deep into Ithan with a growl. His hips slowed their pace and came to a stop. Spent, he let himself bear his weight onto Ithan. The wolf’s hands found their way into Tharion’s hair, gently threading through the locks.

“If I had known, we could have been doing that the whole time,” Tharion said with a laugh.

Ithan chuckled, “Well, let’s make up for lost time.” He clenched around Tharion’s length, pulling a groan from his lips.

“We’re calling Legs and Athalar and telling them to extend their honeymoon,” Tharion decided.

#sjmromanceweek2023 #itharion #tharion ketos #ithan holstrom #crescent city #house of sky and breath #house of earth and blood #cc hoeab #cc hosab #crescent city fanfic

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