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It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me. Hope you like them.
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theostrophywife · 1 year
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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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Thanks for the tag @lovelymasks! 💖 Here's some fairytale Prongsfoot:
"Have you found your future spouse yet?" James changed the topic.   Sirius's throat tightened as he became more serious. No one had sparked his interest that night – except James. "I don't know."  "Oh?" James asked, but Sirius did not respond.   They remained silent for a while, gazing up at the starry sky that opened above them, the full moon lighting up the night.  Finally, James broke the silence. "It's so beautiful here. Enchanting."   Sirius turned to look at James, studying his side profile. Straight nose, long eyelashes, inviting lips. "Yeah, enchanting," he sighed.   This was all useless. Sirius would never truly get to decide his partner; he only had tonight to choose a spouse from a limited and select group of people, someone with whom he would rule the kingdom and have offspring in the future. 
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Doctor Slump (2024)
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andy-clutterbuck · 10 months
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TWD- Making of 4x03
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greypetrel · 2 months
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Writer vs OC
Tagged by @theluckywizard and @melisusthewee and coming late but with chocolates! *Hands out Lindors*
I did everything because I love picrews, but right now I'll put Aisling, whom I think is the most popular one? She's my favourite Barbie doll to play with so here she is.
Tagging also: @salsedinepicta @shivunin @daggerbean and @dungeons-and-dragon-age to do the same on this picrew!
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Alyra - Raina
Radha - Max
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poetry-vs-depression · 9 months
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springs-hurts · 6 months
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Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
(Just wanted to add this one's my first Dostoevsky book, and man! He's amazing, I can't believe I didn't think of picking it before)
Edit- this exchange was damn relatable and funny ;)
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misssclumsy · 5 months
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People here enjoying their life in main character vibes. here me, not even the sidekick of my story
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