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Keep Quiet
Ruhn Danaan X Hunt's Little Sister (Reader)
1000 Follower Celebration Post
Summary: You and Ruhn are having an intimate moment when your older brother calls your boyfriend. And Ruhn asks you to stay quiet.
Happy Day 2 of my 1000 follower Celebration! Figured we could have some fun with Ruhn!
Content Warning: MINOR HOSAB SPOILERS MINORS DNI P in V sex, . Unsuspecting party on phone. Little plot, angsty ending I repeat ANGSTY ENDING
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Ruhn Danaan Crown Prince of The Valbaran Fae pressed his lips to yours. Your tongue flicked over the cold metal of his lip ring. Ruhn’s tattooed hand explored your body, causing your body to warm. You moaned in his mouth, raising your hips for more friction.
Ruhn pulled away and smiled, and you took a moment to admire him. His hair cascaded down over his like rippling waves of onyx. You placed your hand on the shaved portion of his head, and the male leaned into your touch. His tan face brings out the contrast of his light blue eyes. The male was beautiful, and he chose you, “How did I get so lucky?” You whispered. You had met Ruhn at a party that your brother's girlfriend, Bryce, insisted you come to, much to your brother's disappointment. You and Ruhn hit it off immediately, the attraction so palpable Flynn made a comment to get room, so we did.
Ruhn pressed his nose to yours, bringing you back to the present, “and here I thought I was the lucky one.” His lips lightly touched your nose before you saw his eyes grow dark, and his smile turned mischievous as he leaned back, “Now, be a good girl and strip.”
Sliding off the bed, you did as he asked. Once you reached your panties, you slid them down agonizingly slow, and you could hear Ruhn’s growl of disapproval. Once they were off, you flung the material at him. He simply smiled at the damp spot your arousal left and tucked them into his pocket. You quirked a brow, “Never know when it could come in handy.” You rolled my eyes and watched as Ruhn raised brow of his own, his piercing glinting in the light, crooking his finger, “Come here, Doll.”
Sauntering over, you made sure your hips swayed and Ruhn tucked his bottom lip behind his teeth. His stare caused something to tighten in your chest. You never felt that way with other males. Then again other males didn’t show how much they cared for you the way Ruhn had. With him you felt loved, appreciated and protected.
Your knees met the edge of the bed and you crawled toward him, your love, your best friend, your everything. Once your hands reached his thighs the crowned prince pounced on you. His kiss was bruising and his tongue swirled against yours as the fae male managed to flip you on your back. His hands gripped your breast, mouth never leaving yours as his callouses hands flicked over your sensitive nipple. You released a lewd moan as Ruhns thigh met your core.
Needing more friction you began to ride his thigh. Ruhn pulled away to watch your hips move, “Does my Doll want something?” He grinned you whined nodding your head as his hand kept twisting and pulling your sensitive bud. Ruhn places his mouth on your free ripple making sure his lip ring kept grazing it.
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your hips moving faster on his thigh. The familiar sensation was building in the bottom of your stomach. “Ruhn,” his name came out of your mouth like a prayer and a moan as your clit kept rubbing against the denim of his pants.
Right as you were about to reach your climax, his hand stopped, his mouth pulled away, and he moved his thigh and you cried out. You opened your eyes not realizing you closed them and watched as he removed his shirt revealing the tattoos that lay underneath along with his muscular chest. He unbuttoned his pants and smiled, “My, you are so vocal tonight, love.” He tugged his pants down half way down his thighs and kicking them off. Ruhn caged you in his fists right by your head as his cock had lined up with your center. “Such a good girl for me.” You closed your eyes and mewled at his words moving your hips once more. “Need my cock, baby.” Already in a state of bliss you nodded your head. He gripped your face and tapped your cheek with his forefinger , “words, I need your words.”
You met his blue eyes, “Yes, I want your cock.”
Ruhn growled, “Good.” He kissed you fiercely once more. As he slid his dick in your folds. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he eased in letting you feel every inch of him. “Oh you feel so good, taking every inch of me.” Another moan escaped you as you lifted your hips only for his hand to press it back down pinning them down to the mattress.
He slid out to the tip, and you opened your eyes and smiled at him, “I love you, Ruhn Danaan.”
Ruhn stilled for a moment before kissing you, “I love you too.” He nipped your lip, “Mate.”
You blinked and before you could register his words he slammed back into you. You screamed in pleasure as he began relentless pace. The only sounds were our moans and the slapping of flesh when Ruhn’s phone began to ring. Ruhn lifted on of your thighs pushing it closer to your chest to get a better angle as he grabbed his phone with a free hand. Keeping his steady pace the sensation re emerged. Through your hooded eyes you saw Ruhn’s smirk, “Ignore it.” You whined.
Keeping his brutal pace he showed you the name on your phone and dread washed over you.
Hunt
“I have to answer, I’m on call tonight . Think you can stay quiet for me?” You nodded your head as you watched your boyfriend answer a call from your brother, while still fucking you. “Hey Hunt….Oh just getting some cardio in.” As Ruhn said that he hit that spot that had you seeing stars. You covered your mouth with your hand as you reached you orgasm. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head and hips moving in time with his.
Ruhn slid out but only to stroke his cock. His eyes glanced your way and you knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out and your hand took over. Ruhn gave uninterested answers to your brother as you worked his member. Ruhn but his lip as his eyes fluttered closed and cum shot out of his cock. Some landing in your awaiting mouth the rest landed on your face.
Once done Ruhn cleared his throat and smiled down at you, “Alright, I’ll be there. Give me 15 minutes. I’ll tell her you said hello. Bye.” He grabbed his shirt and lightly cleaned your face off. His eyes had grown somber. “It’s time.”
Dread pooled in your stomach you knew that him, Hunt and Bryce had been planning to invade the Asteri. You just hoped it didn’t happen so quickly.
Your fear and panic must have shown on your face as Ruhn cupped your cheek, “Hey, We’ll be Alright. I’ll make sure the overgrown bird comes home in one piece.” He kissed you quickly before putting on his pants and a fresh black shirt as you sat up.
“What if you can’t? What if you-“
Ruhn was in front of you once more. “ None of that. We are coming home and I expect to see you, right where I left you. Because I am not done with you.” He kissed you again. “I will come home to you, okay? We have a lot to talk about.” You nodded in agreement.
Your lip wobbled as you swallowed the tears. “Okay.”
Ruhn smiled, “Good, now say those three little words for me again.”
You smiled, “I love you.”
Ruhn kissed your forehead, “I love you too, Baby.” He turned and walked out of the door, unaware of the fact that he would, in fact, not see you that night. Or the night after. Or the night after. As the plan had gone horribly wrong.
Fin
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SURPRISE SURPRISE
Ruhn Danaan x Female Reader
Description: Ruhn and reader celebrate her birthday in a rented out movie theater. Based off this request.
Warnings: Violence, fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of alcohol and smut.
Word Count: 4.2K
Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than i thought it would but im currently visiting family in another state but im gonna work on the other reqs in a few hours and post as soon as i can and i orignially didnt plan for this fic to be this long but sometime the fics write themselves. Btw happy birthday bestie @historygeekqueen ❤️ i hope you like it bestie !!
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You’ve known who “Ruhn Danaan The Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae” is ever since you could remember but you only met him almost a year ago.
When he arrested you at the White Raven after you got into a fight with a lion-shifter after overhearing him talk shit about your cousin Tristan Flynn while you were celebrating getting hired as the club’s new bartender with your friends. Apparently his girlfriend had left him for Tristan instead and he was shit-talking him to another shifter.
You and Tristan didn’t look alike at all and even though you were only in your early 20’s, you were extremely close—he was the big brother you never had.
It wasn’t the first time you got into a fight defending him and it wouldn’t be the last. He’s gotten into his fair share of fights defending you too. Which was why you didn’t think twice before punching the lion-shifter in the nose after you threw your drink in his face. A wicked grin settling over your lips as you heard a loud crunch and seconds later the tangy scent of copper filled your nose.
You two traded blows before the other shifter—his friend—started swinging at you too when he noticed all your blows were landing and not the other way around. You dodged or blocked most of their hits but since it was two of them, some of them did land. But still almost all of yours were hitting their mark. Thanks to Tristan teaching you how to fight.
The Aux was there not even five minutes after the fight started. You felt strong arms—undoubtedly male by his scent—wrap around you right as you were about to land a blow that would hopefully knock the lion-shifter out. His friend was already laid out on the floor, unconscious.
Your chest was still heaving slightly with effort. Your heartbeat wildly because of all the adrenaline. And you didn’t have to look at your hands to know your knuckles were most likely split, swollen and bruised. No doubt covered in blood. Theirs and yours.
Groaning internally thinking about what you must look like.
You tried lifting a hand to your lip that was throbbing but as soon as your arm shifted the tiniest bit, the arms that were wrapped around you clamped down harder.
The male was practically carrying you out of the White Raven and towards one of the Aux’s patrol cars.
“Where’s Flynn? I need Tristan!” You said to the male. Trying to turn in his arms to face him. You were just about to ask for your cousin again when his deep, sensual, voice filled your ears.
“Just because you two had a one night stand doesn’t mean he’s gonna come and save you.” You could practically hear his eye roll as he put you in the back of the car. Seconds later the driver’s side door opened and the male slid in. Leaning your head back on the head rest, you let a knowing smirk grace your lips, feeling a slight sting as the split in it opened again. “What are you smirking at?” The male snapped.
You didn’t open your eyes, settling further into the backseat, “You’ll see.” He was probably some Aux grunt and Tristan was going to rip into him.
Ten minutes later you pull into the parking garage located underneath the Aux. You didn’t say anything to the male as he led you into the building and towards one of the interrogation rooms.
A frown settling over your features as you took in your ripped dress while the male cuffed you to the metal table. You were so focused on your dress that you didn’t notice the way his eyes looked you over. Lingering on your thighs. He was already at the door when your voice halted him mid-step, “Flynn?” You asked, voice full of hope.
He didn’t respond; he only lingered in the door for a second longer before shutting it harder than necessary.
You sigh, hanging your head and it’s only a couple minutes later that you realize that your dress had ridden up. Thick thighs on full display. You wouldn’t be surprised if the male had seen your black lace panties.
Letting out an annoyed huff, you look between your hands cuffed to the metal table and your thighs. Only letting a heartbeat pass before deciding to break the cuffs.
And as soon as you stand up to adjust your dress two males walk through the door. The both of them just stare at you as you shrug, “I had to fix my dress,” you explain.
The white-haired male scoffs at you as you sit back down, crossing one leg over the other. But the raven-haired male stares at your thighs unabashedly before lifting his gaze to the deep cut of your dress—so blue it’s almost black depending on the way light hits it—where it lingers before meeting your eyes.
Tilting your head to the side, “You look familiar,” you say to the raven-haired male.
He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he directs his words to male next to him, “Go get her some water. She needs to sober up.”
“No. I only had a few drinks.” In other words, you’re not that drunk.
“Go.” He commands the other male and he leaves.
“Where’s Tristan?”
“He’s not coming, let it go.”
“Call him.” You grit out, your annoyance dripping off of every word.
“No. He—“ The raven-haired male is cut off by the door slamming open. Your cousin stalks towards you, all but seething, but before he can reach you the other male blocks him.
“Move.” Tristan growls at him. The male doesn’t move so your cousin shoves him out of the way and then drops to a knee in front of you, grabbing your face. No doubt trying to figure out if the blood on your face is yours or not.
“I asked for you.” You tell him quietly as he lightly taps your swollen brow, growling when you wince.
Then he’s whirling on the male behind him, “Why didn’t you get me when she asked for me.” A command not a question.
The male crosses his arms, not at all fazed by your cousin, “How, am I supposed to know that you care about a random female that you had a one night stand with?”
“She’s my fucking cousin!” He snaps and the raven-haired male's eyes widen. His eyes flicked between Tristan and you.
That's when you noticed his eyes were blue—so blue they were violet. Beautiful. He was beautiful.
“I-“
“Fuck you, Ruhn!”
You lean out of your seat to get a good look at the male. “That’s Ruhn?” You ask your cousin. “You’re Ruhn?” You ask the male.
“Yes.” They answer at the same time.
You blink once, “Hmm. Maybe I am drunker than I thought.” You say out loud to yourself before looking at Ruhn again. “I thought you—“ you began to say to him but your cousin cut you off.
“He is going to get me a first aid kit so I can patch you up.” Tristan says pointedly.
You arch a brow, “For what? I’ll heal.” You argue.
“Don’t care.” You hold your cousin’s challenging stare.
“Fine,” you huff. Ruhn takes that as his cue to leave to go get the first aid kit but you don’t miss the corners of his mouth tilting up in an amused smile. And as soon as he walks out the room, your cousin begins to scold you and you try to argue back but he’s not having it. “But he talked shit about you—“
“I. Don’t. Care.” He bites out.
“Oh! So you mean to tell me if someone talked shit about me in front of you, you wouldn’t have done anything?”
“Of course not.”
“Exactly!” The both of you cross your arms at the same time. Your eyes flit to the closed door then back at your cousin, “Tris, can I tell you a secret?”
He arches a brow at you. Waiting.
“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone or make fun of me or laugh at me.”
He rolls his eyes but nods.
You stick your pinky out to him, “Promise me?”
He smirks at you, “I promise.” He swears as he locks his pinky with yours before pulling away.
“I used to have a crush on him,” you whisper-yell. Clearly drunk.
“Him? Who?”
“Ruhn!”
Tristan tilts his head back, groaning.
“Stop!” You yell at him, “It was years ago.”
Your cousin looks at you, a disgusted grimace on his face, “So not anymore?”
“No!”
“Y/n?”
“Tris, I swear!” He stares at you for a couple seconds before bursting out with laughter and you swat at his arm. Bursting out with laughter too, “I hate you.”
The both of you are so caught up in your own world that you fail to notice Ruhn was right outside the door.
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It’s been two weeks since your fight at the White Raven and you’ve been making excuses to not go out with your friends when they invite you because Tristan has been dramatically over protective. Even fussing that you have to start your job at the White Raven.
Which is why you decided to stay in this Saturday. You had just finished cleaning your apartment, settling onto your couch with a pint of ice cream, getting ready to watch “Fangs and Bangs” when someone knocked at your door.
You threw your head back into your couch, groaning, before setting your ice cream down on your coffee table. When the person on the other side of your door knocks again, louder this time. “Coming!” You yell in response.
Without thinking you throw your door open, your brows pinching when you see who’s on the other side of the door. It’s Ruhn. As in Tristan’s best friend Ruhn. As in Ruhn Danaan “The Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae”, Ruhn.
His hand is still raised like he was just about to knock on the door again before you opened it. He takes you in. Looking at you from head to toe, those violet-blue eyes seem to gleam as they linger on your thighs longer than necessary.
He’s looking at you like every other male does and yet it sets your skin aflame. Your thighs clenching beneath his gaze and finally your eyes meet and he gives you a knowing smirk. And it’s all you can do to glare at him before taking him in.
From his long silky black hair, to his violet eyes, his lips, to his broad chest and then to his muscular—veiny arms. Gods, he had tattoos. You hadn’t noticed them the night you got arrested. And then down to his trim waist, his thick muscular thighs and his black combat boots. Frowning more at yourself than him. He was a dick to you but here you were lusting after him.
When you meet his gaze again you notice his smirk falters. Then he finally speaks. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted. . . when I arrested you.”
You blink at him, crossing your arms over your chest, and you don’t miss the way his eyes fall to your tits.
Then he looks back up at you, clearing his throat, “So I got you these.” A bouquet of roses. Your eyes flick from him to the roses in his outstretched hand and in one quick motion you take them from him and slam the door in his face. Your face heating at the fact that Ruhn brought you flowers. Granted it was rude to slam the door in his face but he was rude to you too.
So it went on like that for a while. He would bring you flowers a couple times a week, either to your apartment or to the White Raven while you worked. Or he would simply drop off food for you at work.
Then slowly you started eating together on your lunch breaks or you would share a pint of ice cream in your apartment while watching “Fangs and Bangs.” Never talking, just eating in silence. But it was a month later and he had started walking you to work and home from work whenever he had the chance to.
You finally caved one day when you stood outside your door, keys gripped tightly in your hand, “What do you want from me?”
He answered immediately. “Go out with me. Let me make it up to you.”
“No.”
“No?” He chuckled. “Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because. . . Why?”
You sigh. “Because, you go out with a lot of females and I don’t want to be just another female you go out with.”
“Do you think I’ll break your heart or something, sweetheart?”
Your cheeks heat at the nickname but you meet his eyes, defiance shining in yours. “Nobody breaks my heart.”
“So go out with me.”
“Will you leave me alone, if I say yes?” He grins. “Fine. Just one.”
He grins even wider, “I’ll pick you up later at 7.”
“Just one.” You breathe.
“Just one.” He swears.
You both lied to each other. One date turned into three. Three turned into five and you couldn’t lie that you had started to fall for him, but you both agreed not to tell Tristan. Since you both refused to put a label on your relationship, if you could call it that and it had almost been a year since he first showed up to your apartment.
After that first date though, you’ve refused to give anyone else the time of day. Ruhn never said that you couldn’t see other people except they just didn’t compare to him. Males and females alike have tried to change your mind but whenever you thought about it your mind always strayed back to a certain fae male with long black hair, violet eyes, that towered over you.
And you know you’re the only female Ruhn has been with too.
Annoyingly, both of you were so busy which is why you’d only gone on five dates. But your schedule finally seemed to line up this weekend and he asked you out on another date. Which you instantly agreed to and canceled going out with your friends even though it was your birthday. You even canceled going out to dinner with Tristan to celebrate, breaking tradition and instead compromising to go out for breakfast.
You’d rather spend time with Ruhn on your birthday even if he didn’t know that it was your birthday today. Any time spent with him was a gift, so when he called you and told you to get dressed and later sent you the address of where to meet you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.
You had three hours to get ready before you had to meet him and your phone said it was only a ten-minute walk from your apartment. You didn’t waste any time starting your shower routine, doing your makeup, hair, and getting dressed. Deciding to wear a short red silk dress that accentuates your curves with black heels that lace up around your ankles.
Making your way towards the front door you checked your phone and you were right on time. Turns out the address he sent you was to a movie theater, putting your phone back into your purse and locking the door to your apartment, you set off to go meet your prince.
Once you get to the front of the building you check your phone again to see if Ruhn texted you again because it looks like it’s closed. But, right when you lift your phone to your ear you hear him, I’m here, sweetheart. Come inside. He says to you mind to mind.
You let out a laugh, Why are you inside if it’s closed?
Come inside and you’ll find out.
You take a deep breath before heading inside the dark building, “Ruhn?” You call out. Walking deeper into the lobby you see one of the hallways is flickering with light. But once you get to the threshold you stop to take in all the rose petals and candles strategically placed on the floor of the hallway.
You’re about to call out for him again, when a shadow twines around your ankle and up your calf, before wrapping around your wrist and tugging you forward. The shadow excitedly leads you towards an open door that says “Theater 7” and once you get all the way inside the room you see him. Ruhn.
Your eyes slowly sweep over his entire frame. He’s wearing black boots, black dress pants and a black dress shirt. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing toned, tattooed forearms. Then your eyes fall to lips that are curved up in a smirk and then to eyes that seem to darken as he takes you in.
The shadow continues to lead you until you’re a foot away from him. “Hi,” you squeak out. Your cheeks burn at his undivided attention and he smiles smugly knowing that too.
“Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” He says softly.
You swat at him lightly. “You knew!”
He lets out a soft chuckle before wrapping his arms around you. “How could I not celebrate my girl on her special day.”
Your cheeks burn even hotter at his words. My girl. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me.” Your words are muffled by his shoulder but he still hears you.
He leans back, cradling your face in his face, “My girl deserves the world, sweetheart.” You sigh contentedly, eyes fluttering closed as a full smile blooms across your face. “I have another present for you.”
You gasp, “There’s more?”
“For you, always.” He leads to a lounger in the middle, that’s in front of the movie screen and pulls out his phone. “Look at the screen,” he instructs and you do. Ruhn’s on his phone for a couple more seconds and then suddenly the screen comes to life with a slideshow of pictures—of you.
Of the both of you together and some of just you. Some of them you remember he took while on or whenever you were together while the others you didn’t even realize he took. Your eyes well up with tears when you see yourself falling for him in the pictures—so clear in the way you look at him.
And any doubt you had of him not falling for you is replaced with certainty that he is. You don’t know how you missed the way he looks at you when it’s so obvious in the pictures.
Once the slideshow ends you throw yourself into his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Ruhn.”
“Did you like it?” He asks hesitantly.
Nuzzling further into his neck, nodding, “I loved it.”
He releases a breath, his chest meets yours as relief washes through him. “Thank gods.”
You pull back straddling him, wiping your tears away and his hands fall to your thighs. Rubbing them mindlessly. “Did you really think I wouldn’t love it?”
He shrugs. His eyes bore into yours. “I just wanted you to have a good birthday.”
“It would have been a great birthday regardless as long as I spent it with you.” You reassure him.
He nods, unconsciously licking his lips causing your gaze to fall to his mouth. You lift your eyes back to his and then drop them down to his lips again and then lightly graze your lips over his. Pulling him in closer, your fingers entwined in his hair as you brushed your lips over his again. Harder this time.
His fingers dig into your plush thighs, earning a soft moan from you that allowed him to deepen the kiss. You grind your hips over his needly. Then you were swiping your tongue along the seam of his lips, seeking entrance, causing a groan to fall from Ruhn’s lips. As your tongue dipped inside his mouth, the both of you fighting for dominance before he won and explored your mouth.
The both of you pull back at the same time, breathlessly gasping for air.
The scents of your arousal thick in the air. His musky scent, intoxicating as it invades all of your senses.
Your voice is breathy, “Ruhn, please. . .” still panting from the kiss.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” His own chest was still rising and falling as he struggled to recover from the kiss, but his hands never stopped rubbing your thighs.
“Fuck me.”
His eyes darken and a wicked smirk tugs at his kiss-swollen lips and it’s the only warning you get before he’s flipping you both over so your back is flat against the seat of the lounger. Ruhn hikes your dress up so it’s bunched around your waist before settling himself between your soft thick thighs.
His large tattooed hands grip them hard enough you know you’ll have little bruises on them the same size of his fingers. He groans low in his throat while he places sensual teasing kisses along both of your inner thighs, alternating as he gets closer to your soaked cunt.
Growling when a wave of your arousal hits him, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
He murmurs under his breath and you can’t tell if it’s directed towards you or himself but it still elicits a whimper from you.
“Ruhn, plea—“ your words die in your throat as he licks a long broad stripe along your clothed cunt.
His dark chuckle is full of mirth as it echoes in your mind. Yes, sweetheart?
I need more. I need. . . you.
A heart beat later you hear fabric tear and then feel the cold air against your now bare cunt. Your light pink lace panties dangle from ring adorned fingers while you clench around nothing as he rubs tight circles over your swollen clit.
Ruhn picks up the pace as he begins to murmur praises into your mind. Pressure begins to build at the base of your spine as he replaces his fingers with his tongue. Groaning at the taste of you on his tongue as he flicks, swirls and sucks at your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh f-fuuck, Ruhn!” You cry out as the overstimulation.
Back arching when he slips a single thick finger into you. Then he slips in another, your walls spasming and contracting around them as your hips begin to buck unconsciously. “Good girl,” he praises. His voice thick with lust. “Just like that, sweetheart.”
Then he dips his head back down, his tongue lightly and rapidly working your clit as he continues finger fucking you.
You fall over the edge with a scream when he moans against your clit, the vibrations of it causing your back to arch off the lounger as your release barrels through you.
Still coming down from your orgasm when Ruhn flips you so you’re on all fours. Your body threatens to buckle beneath you from aftershocks, but Ruhn places a large hand on your belly holding you up while rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds.
Your hips jerking while you whine from overstimulation, letting out shaky breaths as he talks you through it. “You can take it, sweetheart. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”
“Mhmm,” you respond. Not capable of words.
Ruhn lets out a hiss as he buries himself in your cunt with a slow thrust, inch by inch, until he’s swallowed by your warmth. “Fuck. . . you take me so well.” His deep voice practically a purr, while he restrains your hands behind your back with your panties.
He pulls almost all the way out to the tip before sinking all the way back in. Setting a merciless desperate pace as he fucks you. Your legs begin to shake as you feel another orgasm building.
“Gods, I can feel your tight cunt squeezing me. Are you gonna c-cum for me again, sweetheart?”
You nod frantically, letting out a choked sob as he circles your clit with one of his hands.
“Fuck,” He grunts, never letting up as a second orgasm racks your body, working you through it. “Good girl.” He praises, slapping the side of one of your thick thighs. His words are drowned out by the sounds of skin slapping skin as his hips snap against the swell of your ass.
His thrusts turn frantic as you feel your third orgasm about to tear through you. Ruhn’s hips stutter, “Give me one more. Cum with me, sweetheart.” And as soon as that last word fell from his lips you shatter, crying out his name as you both cum.
Your name on his lips as you both collapse. He braces himself with one arm on the side of your body so he doesn’t crush you with his weight as he emptied himself inside you. Your walls spasm and contract around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop of his cum.
The both of you stay there for a couple minutes and then he’s rolling you so you’re laying on top of him. “Thank you, for the best birthday my prince.” Your voice is still a bit shaky.
He rubs his hands soothingly over your body. “This is nothing. We’re still gonna go back to your apartment for a few more rounds.”
You lift your head to look at him, eyes wide. “Oh gods, you’re gonna kill me.”
He laughs softly. “Just wait until next year,” he promises.
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Better Than Any Fantasy | Ruhn Danaan + Tristan Flynn
Ruhn Danaan x Tristan Flynn x Plus Size Reader
Y/N’s been avoiding Flynn like the plague, and Ruhn knows why and is more than happy to tell him. Especially when that conversation leads to something much better than any of them could have hoped for.
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 Ruhn and Flynn being utterly infatuated with their thick, beautiful lady.
MASTERLIST
“Ruhn!” The sound that escapes Y/N is like sunlight, the kind of goodness that could be bottled up and sold, a cure for the worst and darkest parts of a person’s nature. “Seriously, how can I flip the pancakes if you won’t let me go?”
“Then forget the pancakes,” I grin against the column of her throat, inhaling the feminine scent of her as I hold her to my chest, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her stomach, keeping her giggling figure close. “We both know they’re going to taste like shit anyway.”
“Asshole! I can’t believe you!” Y/N exclaims, slapping my hand but she does mercifully drop the spoon in her hand, pouting as she turns off the gas, saving us from having to grin and bear through eating them. “Well, no pancakes for you- The Crown Prince can starve.”
“Ouch, that hurts Princess,” I croon, smirking as I turn her to face me, my hands running along her lush body, down to her soft ass, “Looks like I’m going to have to satiate my appetite some other way then.”
“Really?” She whispers, biting her lip and I can smell her arousal in the air, my smirk deepening at the way her chest rises and falls fast, and she clamps her thick thighs shut, trying to stop the ache between them.
“Really,” I slowly nod my head, watching as her eyes flutter shut as I kiss her cheek, peppering and trailing my tongue over her jaw up to her lips. She gasps into the kiss, her back arching into the counter behind her and it takes everything in me to not lift her onto the edge and feast on the sweetness between her thighs.
I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the bittersweet hues of vanilla and coffee and it ignites something in my chest, a dark and intense pulse that burns all the way down to my cock, already hard and throbbing against my jeans.
My fingers curl around the curve of her ass, my nails digging in hard enough to make Y/N moan, and I revel in the feeling of her large tits pressed against my chest, and her stomach too, so comfortable and perfect moulding against me.
The sound of footsteps echoing down the hall toward the kitchen has Y/N halting, and the second her hands push gently at my chest, and her lips draw away from mine, I groan. She giggles at the dejection in my voice, on my face, before pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek as she peels herself away from me- those footsteps infinitely closer now.
“You really have the worst fucking timing, Flynn,” I spit, my dark eyes lifting over Y/N's head, to the brown-haired, golden-skinned pretty boy smirking as he leans against the door pane, looking more than amused at my irate glare.
“By all means, please continue,” Flynn shrugs nonchalantly, teasing us but my lip quirks up at the way Y/N’s body freezes, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of red at Flynn’s words- at the secret between us that made her so perfectly embarrassed.
“Hm, what do you think Y/N?” I mutter gently, my breath running warm against her cheek, and I have to bite my lip to force down my bellowing laughter at the murderous scowl she gives me.
“I need to go get ready, I’m meeting Bryce in a few,” She bites back, ignoring my knowing stare as she pushes at my chest, brushing past me, the stains of red deepening as her gaze meets Flynn’s, before immediately looking away.
“Hey, Y/N,” Flynn smiles softly, but his brow furrows as he takes in her fast-paced footsteps and the way her head is pointed down, unable to meet his eyes.
“Hi, Flynn,” Y/N mumbles back quietly, and before he can open his mouth to speak again, she’s rushing past him, her curvy body curling in on itself like a flower so as not to feel every inch of him against her.
I fold my arms over my chest, trying to blanket my expression as her footsteps bound away and Flynn stares after her, his face a mixture of hurt and confusion, so unlike the usual carefree nonchalance and humour we were used to.
“Okay- she’s barely said five words to me in days, any room I enter she leaves, and she can’t even look me in the eyes,” Flynn frowns, frustration locking his jaw as he comes to lean against the counter-top, staring at me in expectance. “What the hell did I do wrong?”
“You’ve noticed all of that, huh?” I muse, cocking my head at him, and the way his frown deepens, and he leans forward makes me smile. “She’s not upset with you, Flynn. But she is distracted- she sees you and her mind turns to something I said.”
“And what exactly would that be?” He demanded, folding his arms across his muscled chest, seemingly relieved that Y/N wasn’t angry with him, but the glint in his eyes had sharpened, and I knew he was interested, knew he couldn’t help but be intrigued by my devilish smile.
“Well…” I run my tongue across my teeth, my mind racing back to that night four days ago, and Flynn’s eyes darken with shadows as I recall every last detail.
“Ruhn,” Y/N moans, her head tossing back to rest against my shoulder, and I nibble on her earlobe as I fuck my hips up into her, the sound of her wetness mixing with her breathless gasps driving me insane.
I groan as she rolls her hips, my fingers gripping into the meaty flesh of her thighs and hips, guiding her back and forth, up, and down, and the feel of her back and ass pressed against my sweaty bare chest is like heaven.
“Don’t stop, please, please,” She pinches her eyes shut, and I love the sight of her face as she takes me, the TV light casting over her, highlighting every expression she makes- every time she bites her lips, or rolls her eyes, or opens her mouth to release the most delicious sound for me.
“Look at you, such a good girl, so fucking polite,” I croon, my right hand sliding up to cup her heavy breast, bouncing wildly with her movements, and I grin as I pinch her pebbled nipple, rewarded with another whimpered moan from her. “And yet you’re riding me like a slut right now, making a mess of my cock and in the living room, for anyone to come in and see.”
“Oh fuck,” Y/N cries, her body sweating and her breathing erratic and I know her peak is close, know by the way her knees start to give out, her fingers cutting into my arm as she tries to anchor herself. I chuckle, my voice low with headiness and I take it upon myself to drive up into her faster, deeper, to hit that spot that has her seeing stars.
“Bet you’d love that, huh?” I mutter, kissing her neck, running my canines down her throbbing pulse point, “Bet you’d love for someone to walk in right now, to watch you get fucked like a good little slut, your entire body on display.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” She nods her head erratically, fucked dumb and swimming in the clouds of her mind as I slip in and out of her, her wetness almost ridiculous, her walls clenching me so goddamn tight.
“Yeah? Does my Princess want an audience, does she want to be watched?” She gasps as I bite against her sweet spot, that hurt turning to pleasure as I lap my tongue there, feeling her racing pulse. “What if someone came in right now… what if Flynn came in right now, you want him to watch? Or do you want him to join?”
The whimper that escaped her at my dark words surprised me, the way her entire body arched and trembled against me surprised me- because she did want that.
“Huh? You want him to join? You want to get fucked and worshipped by me and my best friend?” The idea makes my core burn, and I know we’re both reaching that climax, that euphoric tipping point where she comes around my cock, suffocating me and milking me dry. “Answer me, Y/N, or I’ll stop.”
“Ruhn,” She pleads with me, and the sound almost makes me give in, give her what she wants, but I don’t relent and when my hips start to slow down, pausing, she groans, and the satisfaction that fills me as she nods her head, almost makes me finish right there. “Yes! Yes, yes, I want that, Ruhn, I want that.”
“Want what? Be specific, Princess,” I coax, groaning, guttural and low as I move inside her, her pussy throbbing around me, her body so happy, so fucking relieved at the feeling of me moving again. “Tell me.”
“I want you a-and Flynn, I want-want to be watched,” Her voice is shaking as she speaks, the sound of her ass slapping back against me so lewd in the air, and I have to grit my teeth at the pressure building in my gut. “I want you both- to touch me an-and fuck me, I want you t-to worship my body.”
“That’s my girl,” I praise, knowing that my encouragement was feeding into her pleasure, heightening it and I know she’s imagining the both of us fucking devouring her, “bet you'd look so good with his cock stuffed in your pretty mouth, or fucking in and out of this tight cunt,"
My cock, my words, the images tip her over that edge with a devastating cry.
“Ruhn, Ruhn, Ruhn-“
“That’s why she’s avoiding you, Flynn,” I state hoarsely, ignoring the way my cock aches, the image of her body and the feeling of being inside her tormenting me now that I’d opened that box up, allowing myself to remember it. “Because when she sees you, she pictures that fantasy all over again.”
“Shit,” Flynn mutters and I recognise the roughness in his voice, recognise the intense, unsatiated gleam in his eyes and the way his entire body has gone hard with restraint. He’s imagining her- her body, her tits, her cunt, her mouth, and everything he could do to her.
I would’ve thought the idea of my best friend fantasising about my girl would make me furious, make me murderously jealous and yet, the more I thought about it, the better it all seemed.
“So, Flynn,” I know he sees the challenge in my eyes, the hot mischief as I grin at him, and I see his brows raise in shock, in interest, as I lean forward. “How do you like the idea?”
***
“Ruhn?” I call, my heels clicking against the floor as I walk down the dimly lit corridor toward Ruhn’s room, my voice echoing through the silence of the empty house. “Hello? Ruhn?”
My phone beeps in my hand, startling me, and I pause a few yards from his ajar door, not hearing the familiar sound of my boyfriend's voice or any other person's voice for that matter. I click open our text thread, and heat instantly fills my body.
‘Come inside, shut the door behind you and close your eyes- no peeking.’
Another game. Ruhn loved his games, loved watching me pant and sweat and blush under his ministrations and my body pulsed in excitement, knowing that as long as I followed his rules, as long as I played my part, I would get my reward.
I bite my lip, discarding my phone on top of the bookcase outside his door and my knees felt weak as I slowly walked over, the anticipation clogging the air. I close my eyes as I step over the threshold, my hand on the doorknob as I close it behind me, the wood creaking before clicking firmly shut.
It was a mixture of terrifying and thrilling, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, but knowing that he was in here with me. That his eyes were on me, watching me, smiling, his gaze running over every inch of me as I stood there.
I hear footsteps echo against the floor, getting louder, and closer, and my nipples harden, the crisp air feeling hot and thick in the silence- knowing he was coming, what he would do, heightened everything.
“Always so obedient,” Ruhn’s voice ran over me like a caress, prickling my skin and I shivered under it, knowing he was inches from me. I swallow as his cold hand traced up the sleeve of my dress, moving slowly before resting against my chest, right over my thundering heart. “Nervous? Or excited?”
“Both,” I whisper, my voice breaking under the pressure of it all, his fingers teasing against my hot skin, barely touching me and yet it felt like I could feel him everywhere.
“Good,” He praised, and I inhaled as he slipped his hand into mine, tugging me forward. I followed, blindly, obediently, walking forward as he led me further into the room before eventually stopping, likely only a few feet from his bed.
His hand slipped from mine and the need to open my eyes intensified, the desire to see him almost overwhelming, especially as he circled me, like a predator, not speaking as he came to stand behind me, his hands clamped down like a vice on my waist.
“Do you want to open your eyes, Princess?” He whispers against my ear, and I can smell the mixture of alcohol and apples on his breath, it intoxicated me, and I whimpered quietly, arching my ass into his already hard cock.
“Yes, yes please,” With anyone else I would have been mortified by how my voice shook, at how desperate and helpless I sounded, but not with Ruhn, no, I couldn’t ever feel anything but thrill and need and comfort when with him.
“I think you’ve more than earned your reward,” Ruhn nibbles against my ear, his favourite tactic to make me dizzy, to fill my head with clouds, distracting me wholly. “Go ahead, open your eyes for me, Y/N.”
I inhale once, deep and steadying, and then with a long, slow exhale, I flutter my eyes open.
And my heart stops in my chest.
“Flynn?” I choke out his name, jumping at the sight of him sitting on the bed before me, leaning back on his strong arms, his eyes racking over me like I was prey, “What the fuck?”
“Breathe, just for a second, breathe,” Ruhn instructs from behind me, and my body seems to melt into calm, melt into him. It was as if I were predestined to trust him, to obey his words. I force the air back into my lungs as I stare at Flynn, my body shaking at the look in his eyes- for me.
“I don’t understand,” I mutter, my throat drying out as I glance over my shoulder up at Ruhn, to the pleased smile he wore. I watch as his gaze meets Flynn’s and something passes between them, some unspoken conversation I wasn’t privy to. “Tell me, Ruhn.”
“Flynn was upset that you’ve been avoiding him, he thought he had done something wrong,” Ruhn informs me, looking far too smug. It would have annoyed me if I didn’t feel so guilty for hurting Flynn. “I was more than happy to fill him in on the real reason you were being so distant.”
The real reason. That night, Ruhn’s words, his taunting, seductive, torturous words that have me picturing it all again- Flynn and Ruhn, all over me, touching me, tasting me, fucking me, absolutely ruining me.
“I see you remember it well,” Ruhn chuckles- the prick was taunting me, and I almost hated myself for how my body responded, how my arousal scented through the air, so obvious to the two arrogant males before me. “And we wondered if that certain fantasy was one, we could fulfil for you, Y/N."
“Oh,” It was an idiotic response, one that Ruhn would no doubt endlessly mock me about later, but I was speechless, breathless, my entire being trembling and weak at his words, at the insinuation, nervous under Ruhn’s watchful eyes.
“Is that something you would like, Y/N?” Ruhn mutters, and I sigh as he runs his nose down the vein of my neck, inhaling the scent of me. My eyes glanced to Flynn, patiently waiting, and the sweet smile he wore told me it was all up to me.
“Is- is that something you would want us to do, Ruhn?” My voice is weary as I glance back at him, and upon seeing the fear and concern in my eyes, that he would think I wasn’t happy with him, Ruhn smiles- one that warms my heart.
“I’m yours and you’re mine, Y/N, always,” He kisses my cheek, tenderly, and it’s enough to drive me mad, “But that doesn't mean I can't share, in fact, I'm more than willing to see you being pleasured by us both."
Excitement and thrill- that was always what I felt with Ruhn.
“Then yes,” I breathe the words and instantly the air in the room changes, the two males change and the predators in them, the hunters in them, the instinct of the Fae comes roaring out, their eyes latching onto me.
A low, rumbling sound reverberated through Ruhn’s chest and I felt it vibrate through me, straight to my thrashing heartbeat. I clench my hands as Ruhn turns my face toward his, and the second his lips connect with mine, every worry withers away.
I melt into the way his tongue laps against mine, smooth and graceful, so skilled in making something as simple as a kiss feel as intimate and real as when he fucks me, and it makes me just as wet.
“Why don’t we show Flynn here what’s under this dress, hm?” Ruhn muses against my lips, and I can feel Flynn’s intense stare and it’s almost terrifying how still he is. “Let him see what he's been fantasising about all day."
I gnaw on my lip, nodding my head and turning to watch Flynn’s reaction. Ruhn begins to tug at the zipper at the back, and immediately Flynn’s beautiful face turns lethal, feral, sharpening in a way that made me clamp my legs shut, so desperate to stop the ache there.
He tugs the zipper to the end, and together, we pull the material down my arms and chest, letting it slip over my wide hips and thighs before it pools to the floor at my feet.
“Shit,” Flynn curses, his jaw locking hard enough I can hear his teeth grating, and at that moment, wearing nothing but a black bra and panties, I’m glad that I hadn’t chosen something silly or unflattering to wear today- because he was looking at me like I was the beautiful one.
“I know,” Ruhn says, agreeing with his best friend, his brother, and my cheeks heat at the pride in his voice, the sheer masculine satisfaction. He was pleased with Flynn’s reaction, pleased that his chest was racing wildly, that his throat bobbed as he traced over my skin, pleased at the hard length imprinted against the seam of his jeans. “She looks even better without these on.”
Nausea fills me at the thought of Ruhn unclipping my bra and slipping off my underwear, nausea at the idea of being wholly naked before Flynn, every single curve and roll and stretch mark, all my cellulite and uneven skin and bumps on display.
It had taken me a long time to be comfortable enough for Ruhn to see me naked, and I loved him. Letting Flynn see me that vulnerable seemed like such a big leap to take.
"Is that alright, Y/N?" Flynn asked, and the tenderness in his face almost made me sob, the kind and thoughtful gleam in his eyes that told me that I could trust him told me that he would respect any choice I made.
"It's alright," I nod slowly, pushing down the insecurity and when Ruhn's gentle hands move to the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it, letting my aching breasts fall free of the material, I'm glad for that choice.
I recalled Flynn once stating he was a tits-over-ass man, and right now I could tell he was being honest. I watched as he ran a hand over his jaw, his gaze flickering back and forth between both of my breasts, a deep groan escaping him at the sight of them.
Ruhn chuckles, far too happy as he kneels behind me, his fingers gently hooking into the material of my underwear and began slowly tugging it down, over the curve of my ass and my wide hips, down my thighs, the material getting stuck between the places that touched and eventually down to the floor.
I curled my hands into fists, my nails cutting into my palms as Ruhn held onto each calf and slipped off my heels, one by one, and I giggled at the sound of him tossing the shoes behind us, my clothes and underwear flung back to some faraway corner as well.
"You were right, Ruhn," Flynn states roughly, his tongue lapping out to wet his lips, and I smiled under his eyes, the way they moved over me, over every inch, not blanching at any of me. "She's definitely better without anything on."
Ruhn stood behind me again, running his fingers up and down the length of my back, and something in me purred.
“I think Flynn should get a better look," I mutter, my confidence spiking as I glance back to Ruhn and his smirk is proud, arrogantly proud, "Or a better feel?"
The air went taut as I sauntered toward him, Flynn looking almost nervous as I came to a stop before him, staring down at his perfect form. I place a hand on each of his broad shoulders, my knees weak as I climb onto the mattress, his hands not hesitating to grab my waist and guide me to straddle his lap.
My sore nipples brush against the material of his shirt and my wet, aching core sits perfectly over the seam of his zipper igniting red, hot embers through my entire body. Flynn remains silent as he stares at me, his hands moving over my naked hips and thighs, waiting for me to make the first move.
Even if I could hear his heart racing, his eyes telling me that he was on the very precipice of his control.
"Kiss me, Flynn."
And by Cthona, he kisses me.
The way Flynn kisses is different to Ruhn, his mouth moves against me, all tongue, and teeth, suckling and biting and tasting, and I moan into it, relishing every second of him devouring me, every second of his hands all over me, palming and kneading my flesh, slapping, and clawing at my ass.
“Fuck me, Y/N,” Flynn growls in appreciation and I don’t have a second of reprieve as he kisses down my neck hastily, not hesitating to pluck a nipple into his mouth and suck at the taut bud. Gasps slip past my lips as he rolled it, bit it, lapped at it, the nerves alight as he moved between each, looking damn near giddy as he toyed with them.
The ache between my legs intensifies as he sucks at my breasts and I start rocking back and forth to ease the feeling, the material of his jeans and the hardness of his cock underneath rubbing against my puffy clit perfectly.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Ruhn muses from behind us, and my eyes flutter as I glance at him, moving to sit on the bed beside us, his shirt gone and stars gleaming in his eyes as he watches us. "The poor girls rutting against your clothed cock, Flynn, give her what she wants."
"And what do you want? Hm?" Flynn taunts, trailing his tongue over my nipple, his dewy eyes looking up at me as he does so, and I groan at the sight, and at the hold he has on my hips, halting any movement I try and make.
“Your fingers,” I croak, gripping his large hand and watching his breath catch as I drag it down my stomach, whimpering as I run his calloused fingers over my wet folds. “Right here.”
“You’re going to kill me,” He snarls, and my eyes clamp shut when he circles my clit, firm and sure, his fingers knowing exactly how hard and fast to go, and he has me arching my back and moaning, glad for the hand he had keeping me from toppling over. Flynn smiles, kissing my lips and cheeks, moving his fingers against my clit faster.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly my orgasm seemed to approach, and I knew I wouldn’t last long, not as that fire fanned in my core, edged on by every smooth flick of his fingers at my clit.
“You wanna come, Y/N?" Ruhn asks darkly and when my head turns, I see him palming his hard cock over his jeans, the muscles in his chest clenching and flexing in restraint, watching his best friend finger his girlfriend, and loving every second of it. "Be a good girl and ask Flynn if he'll let you."
"Please, please," I mewl loudly, my head throwing back as Flynn slips two fingers into my sopping cunt, the friction of him fucking his fingers in and out forcing me closer and closer to that edge, "Please, Flynn, let me come."
"So polite, asking me so nicely," Flynn croons and my thighs quake when he crooks his fingers inside me, pressing that magic button that has a swarm spreading through my stomach and core. "How could I possibly say no?"
He hooks his fingers against that spot again, and again, and his thumb brushes my clit and before I know it, I’m falling off the edge of a cliff.
“Flynn, oh-“ I cry out as his fingers drive into me repeatedly, hitting a spot that has my core exploding, hitting me hard and fast and lasting so long that my head starts to spin.
“Atta girl,” Flynn praises, and I feel his smile against my skin as he slows his fingers inside me, feeling every pulse and quake of my orgasm, before slowly slipping them out of me.
I sag forward, resting my forehead against his shoulder for support as I catch my breath, tendrils of release still coiling through me and gradually melting into oblivion. Flynn’s touch is soft across my back, waiting for me to come back down to Midgard.
“How are you feeling, Princess?” Ruhn asks quietly, his hand running through my messy hair, brushing it from my sweaty face and hooking the strands behind an arched ear. I flutter my eyes and meet both their gazes and again, that vicious, relentless monster of need rears its head.
“I feel like I want more,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and the heat that filled their eyes made my entire body ache. “Please.”
“Shit, Ruhn, you weren’t lying when you said she was a good girl,” Flynn growls and I giggle when his hands clamp down on my hips, lifting me with ease to sit on the bed between them both, the two of them rising from their seats. “She does deserve all the praise and rewards.”
“That’s my girl,” Ruhn winks at me and my cheeks burn at his words, joy and shyness filling me at the smile both males wore, looking at me like I was a fucking dream come true. “Move back on the bed, Y/N, we’ll give you what you want,”
Flynn chuckles as I rush to do so, my tits bouncing as I crawl backwards toward the headboard, stopping when I’m in the middle of the bed, space on either side of me.
My mouth waters as the two boys before me begin to reach for their clothes. I watch as Flynn unbuttons his shirt, one by one, almost agonisingly slow before he peels the material off his body revealing inches of muscle and rippling packs.
Where Ruhn was slender and lean, with hard abs and glorious tatted skin, Flynn was bigger, corded muscle and a six-pack for days. My pussy soaked at the sight of them both, grinning like they knew what they were doing to me.
I bite my lip hard enough to hurt as they both reach for their pants, the only sound in the air is my haughty breaths, the clinking of their unlocked belts and the sound of two zippers gracefully sliding down.
I whimper at the sight, a high-pitched, needy sound that makes them both look at me, Flynn raising an amused brow as he reaches down, tugging off his jeans and throwing them to the side, Ruhn following suit.
They were big, both of them. Big and thick, gloriously hung with strong veins and white pearly pre-cum leaking down their tips.
It took me a long time to adjust to Ruhn’s size, and even now my pussy was always too tight, always wrapped around him so painfully that he said it was the sweetest torture. And as I eyed Flynn’s cock, saw how red and angry it looked, I knew he would feel the same.
“Such a pretty girl,” Ruhn muttered, his blue eyes darkening to a tidal wave, a terrifying tsunami as he rounded the bed, his body glorious under the lights as he climbed onto the mattress, settling just behind me. “So, fucking pretty, right Flynn?”
“I can’t argue with you there, Ruhn,” Flynn smirks, and my thighs clench when he crawls onto the bed, his cock rising and hard as he settles just before me, looking down at me like he couldn’t believe his eyes. “I’m very jealous of your boyfriend, Y/N.”
He runs his hands up my calves, his touch bare as he moves up and down, going as high as my hip bone before swiftly moving back down, all the way to my ankles.
“Poor Flynn,” Ruhn laughs, and I groan as his hand slips around my neck, curling his fingers to grip my jugular, tipping my head back to meet his face above me, “You wanna help make our friend feel better, Princess?”
I grin, and Ruhn’s face is a mirror of mine as his hand slips away and I roll over and onto my front, my knees spreading and ass arching into the air. Flynn’s breath audibly catches, and the sound he makes is animal, purely Fae, at the sight of my pussy wet and bare, waiting for him.
“Flynn,” I mewl, my head sagging forward and resting against Ruhn’s stomach as Flynn runs his hands over my ass, scratching and fondling the flesh, but he doesn’t move further. “Please just fuck me, I can’t wait-“
“There we go,” Ruhn mutters and I can hear his grin as Flynn rubs his tip over my wet fold and before I can even moan, he’s pushing the head into my entrance, choking on a rough laugh as my pussy immediately sucks him in.
The sounds that escape me are high-pitched and restless as Flynn shoves the rest of his length inside me, not being gentle or slow, and I’m glad for it. Glad for the way he stretches me so thoroughly, glad that I can feel him sink all the way in, brushing a spot far and deep inside.
“Gods above,” Flynn growls, his nails cutting into the flesh of my ass as he draws himself out, nearly to the tip before plunging back in, the sound of skin slapping and my wetness making Ruhn groan. He swears lowly, watching as I suck up his length inch by inch, starting to move faster against me now.
Ruhn runs his hands over my hair, his face full of pride as he watches me kneel before him, my body wrecking back and forth, my tits bouncing as Flynn pounds into me, our moans a melody.
“Ruhn, Ruhn,” I plead, my wide eyes meeting his and he runs his thumb over my lip, a knowing gleam in his eyes, “Fuck my mouth, baby please, fuck my mouth.”
He didn’t say anything, nor did he wait, and my entire body trembled as his fingers gently collected my hair behind me, easily guiding me over his erect cock, waiting so patiently before me, and I closed my eyes as he brushed the tip over my lips and then pushed into my mouth.
“Shit, Y/N,” Ruhn groaned as he fisted my hair, guiding my head up and down his shaft, hitting the back of my throat more than once. I gagged and then moaned, Flynn spreading my thighs wider, and sinking deep into a tender spot within me.
There was so much spit drooling from my mouth, making a mess of Ruhn’s cock and stomach as he bucked his hips up, fucking my mouth just the way I liked, and as Flynn moved behind me in tandem, his cock slipping in and out, in and out, relentlessly, I was a whimpering, breaking mess.
It felt so good, felt so fucking right getting fucked at either end of me, and Ruhn swore, his body twitching as I moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him, bringing him closer and closer to that sweet edge.
“Shit, Y/N, shit,” Flynn gasped, his voice rasping and hoarse, breathless as he gripped my ass, as he had his way with me, still so painfully big but the hurt felt good, brought me closer to my end. “Look at that pussy, wrapped around me so fucking tight.”
His words encouraged me, and I suckled against Ruhn’s cock harder, tasting the familiar saltiness of his pre-cum, loving the ache of his fingers yanking at my hair, the pain at odds with the fullness of Flynn pounding into me, that dam inside me starting to fill.
“Princess, I’m not gonna last,” Ruhn warns, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips stuttering, and I take it upon myself to get him there, to hear him moan my name as I suck against him, hard and fast, hollowing my cheeks and taking him even further down my throat. “Oh fuck- Y/N.”
He growls an animalistic, rugged sound that echoes through the whole room and makes my clit throb, his body jerking as I feel the warm, salty liquid squirt from his cock straight down my throat. I swallow, I always swallow, moaning happily as I do.
“Flynn, I’m so close,” I call out, Ruhn’s semi-hard cock resting against his stomach now and my face burying into his hip, feeling the tender touch of my boyfriend's hand in my hair, so opposing to the brutal, bruising hold of Flynn behind me.
“Me too, Y/N,” Flynn hissed, his cock starting to hammer into me quicker, and I can barely stop the shaking in my knees. I gasp when his thumb reaches around me, rubbing messily at my clit, and the angle changes, moving further and every single touch is too fucking much.
“There, there, there-“ I call out again and again and again, teeth biting against Ruhn’s thigh, something he fucking loves, as I’m hit with my release, a wildfire that starts at my core, and just erupts, moving through my veins and blood and bones and I can’t stop the sounds coming from me.
Flynn’s hips start to falter, curses endlessly falling from his lips as my pussy clenches around him like a vice, so tight and unyielding that he roars, stilling and growling as his cock spills inside me, filling me up.
Pleasure, hot and white and blinding, dying out so slow as Flynn moves inside me gradually, spreading his hot cum all over me, and it all feels like heaven.
I huff out a huge breath of air, my eyes clamped shut and head spinning and when Flynn ever so gently slips out of me, his hands holding onto the flesh of my hips and guiding me to turn and lay flat on my back, I don’t even fight it.
Pure exhaustion riddles me, so much so, that I lay there, my head against Ruhn’s thigh and my body trembling and weak against the mattress, unable to stop how my core throbs with the aftermath of my orgasm.
I blink open my eyes after several seconds and I’m met with the two males before me, their eyes returned to their usual bright shades of blue and brown, and their lips tilted up, sweet and wonderful as ever.
We’re all covered in sweat and panting, but as Ruhn look down at me from behind, and Flynn sits between my legs, rubbing at my weak thighs, I know we’re all fucked out- for now.
“Did that live up to the fantasy?” Ruhn mutters, his smile adoring as he brushes the hair free from my sweaty forehead, his fingers so gentle as he rubs the spots on my scalp he had yanked at before.
“Better than any fantasy,” I breathe, my cheeks hot as I grin, and Ruhn’s eyes brighten as he takes me in. I gnaw on my cheek, glancing forward to Flynn, his eyes never once leaving mine, “And for you, Flynn?”
“I agree, Y/N,” He smirks, his grip tightening around my thigh, and the look is so telling, that even Ruhn laughs, “So much so that I’ve got a few more fantasies that we could try.”
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Kinktober Day Eight: Face-sitting
Ruhn Danaan x Reader
a/n: day 8 of kinktober. Y’all know the drill, comment below or DM if you wanna be tagged
warnings: smut of course, oral f receiving, Ruhn uses his mind-speaking ability
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
Ruhn laughed, running his hands along your thighs as you straddled his waist. “You won’t, princess.”
“What if you can’t breathe?”
Ruhn shrugged. “Then I’ll die happy.”
You glared.
“I will mind-speak if I need you to let up,” Ruhn said, running his hands over the curve of your ass. “But I know I won’t need you to,” he added with a cheeky grin.
You sighed, but didn’t stop him as Ruhn guided you up his body, until your cunt hovered over his face. You guided your hands to the headboard, nervousness churning in your gut.
“You have to sit, princess,” Ruhn said, something like impatience sounding in his words.
“But what if—oh.”
Your protest was cut off with a choked moan as Ruhn gripped your thighs, firmly seating you on his face. He licked a long stripe through your folds, before wrapping his lips around your clit.
“Ruhn, fuck—Ruhn.” His name left your lips repeatedly as he worked his tongue, swirling it around your entrance as his nose nudged your clit.
His hands groped your ass, guiding you to grind on his face. You shuddered as he did so, pleasure coursing through your body in tidal waves.
“You look so pretty like this,” Ruhn spoke into your mind. “So needy for me.”
You cried out as he dragged his lip ring over your clit, attaching his lips to the swollen bud and sucking fervently. You couldn’t form words as that familiar heat began coiling within you, but Ruhn didn’t need you to. He knew your body like the back of his hand.
“Gonna come on my tongue, princess?” His voice sounded through your mind.
You managed a nod; reduced to little more than a whimpering mess above him. Ruhn mind-spoke again just as your orgasm crested, “That’s it, princess. Give it to me. That’s it.”
Ruhn lapped at your cunt like a starving male, coaxing your through the aftershocks. As you caught your breath, you attempted to pull away, but his grip remained tight.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
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Daydreaming Nerd Masterlist ☁️✨
Welcome to my mind palace where the things I spend all day maladaptive daydreaming about find their home <3. Everything is X Female! Reader.
Fluff 💖
Smut 🔥
Angst 🥀
Taylor Swift Inspired 🏹
ACOTAR: 🏔️✨⚔️
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You Want a Baby? (Bat Boys x Reader) 🔥 Part 2
Rhysand:
The Bonds That Break Us:💖🥀🔥 Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Final Part
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Young Love and Old Money (series) 💖🥀🔥
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A Deeper Intimacy
Ruhn Danaan x Reader
Summary: just pure fluff taking care of drunk Ruhn
warnings: suggestiveness, non-sexual nudity, mentions of drinking
The sound of the door lock clicking drew your attention from your book as you turned to see the handle turn, a familiar face peeking through the door. Violet eyes twinkled above a lopsided grin, Ruhn sighing as he leaned against the door behind him, sliding the lock shut.
His gaze found yours, grin turning to a full, bright smile as he stumbled towards where you lay on the couch, watching him with amusement. “Hello, beautiful,” Ruhn murmured, clumsily flopping onto the couch as he bracketed his arms around your head, caging you in beneath him.
Ruhn’s head ducked into your shoulder, his warm lips pressing softly against your neck. A giggle escaped you as his long black hair fell like a curtain around you, your hands finding purchase in his waves as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. “You seem like you had a good time tonight,” you hummed, a pleasant smile on your face as Ruhn continued his affections.
Hand sliding up your chest, Ruhn paused, eyes glittering with amusement. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured, hand sliding over your breast through the soft fabric. A hiccup escaped him, your mate’s eyes widening slightly as he hiccuped again.
Giggling, you pulled his hand from your chest, twining your fingers with his as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I am wearing your shirt. Now how about we get you into the bath, Prince Charming?”
Ruhn sighed, his hand tugging on yours as he sat up on the sofa. “Only if you join me,” he purred, winking before a hiccup interrupted him once more. Rolling your eyes, you stood from the couch, leading your mate towards the bathroom, leaning down to turn the tap, warm water pouring into the tub.
“Come on, love,” you murmured, tugging on Ruhn’s shirt as you urged him to raise his arms. “You get in the bath, and I’m going to grab you a water and some toast,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to leave.
His hand caught around your wrist, whirling you back towards him as tattooed arms wrapped around you. A hand threaded through your hair, angling your head back as Ruhn pulled you in for a deep kiss, the sweet taste of whiskey on his tongue. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed against your lips, arms slowly loosening their grip on your frame.
“I love you, Ruhn. I’ll be right back,” you promised, lingering in his warm hold for only a moment before heading towards the kitchen.
Returning with a glass of water and toast in hand, you smiled at the sight of Ruhn, muscular arms draped over the sides of the bathtub, head leaned back with eyes closed in contentment. Padding quietly to the edge of the bath, you set down the plate, reaching to gently rub Ruhn’s arm.
“Hey,” you whispered, grinning at the sleepy eyes that peeked open in your direction. “Drink some of this,” you murmured, passing the water to your mate.
Ruhn’s fingers brushed yours when he took the glass from your hand, his throat working as he took a long sip of the water. “I thought you promised to join me?” he purred, tongue flicking out over his lip ring as he flashed you a feline grin.
“Mm, I believe so,” you replied, pulling Ruhn’s shirt over your head and slipped off your shorts. A low rumble sounded from his chest, violet-blue eyes tracking you with interest as you settled into his lap, the warm bath water soothing on your muscles.
Ruhn’s arms settled around your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you relaxed against him. “What are you thinking about, love?” you murmured, your own hands idly running up and down his arms as you admired his tattoos, his comforting touch.
Ruhn paused his movements, quiet for a moment before he pulled your back closer to his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other brushing your damp hair from your neck as he leaned to press soft kisses down your shoulder. “Tell me how you fell in love with me,” he whispered, a near-pleading tone as your mate buried his face in the crook of your neck.
Silver lined your eyes as you recalled the first moment you met Ruhn, the way the room around you disappeared, an invisible force pulling you towards the beautiful male. He had your heart before you knew his name, and you sent a silent thanks to Urd for blessing you with such a mate.
You turned to look at Ruhn, facing him in his lap as you brushed dark hair from his face while you recounted the story for him. You hadn’t known such tenderness, such depth of intimacy before this, instinctively leaning against Ruhn’s chest, your mate pulling you into him as the two of you sat like that for a long while.
“C’mon, love,” Ruhn murmured after some time, never putting you down as he stepped from the tub, the both of you drying off before tucking into bed, sweet nothings and whispers of “I love you” exchanged with nearly every breath as you fell asleep in each others’ arms.
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bestieeeeee,
bdsm + ruhn headcanons. like what kinks do you think of with him just like anything in general in this area. just gimme aNYTHING with this man pleaseeeeee
Ooommmgggg I have many many thoughts on this
Warnings: so many different kinks
Face sitting: chapter 3 is enough proof. He knows what he’s doing especially with that lip ring. You’re putty in his hands as soon as that damn lip ring brushes against your clit. He loves gripping your thighs ro keep you on his face and praises/encourages you mind-to-mind. Ruhn loses it when you start grinding on his face and he totally helps you move when it becomes too much.
Overstimulation: speaking of too much, he loves overstimulating you. It doesn’t matter if it’s with his cock, fingers, or mouth. Watching you whine and beg from any position has his dick hard. He’d start whispering in your ear, “Good girl. You can do it baby, come on one more for me sweets.”
Cock warming: Ruhn adores having you on his lap in general but when you sit on his cock he’s got heart eyes. He lets you sit in him when you’re bored, or if you want him really bad while he’s working, hell he would let you cock warm him in the middle of a party. He just loves having you close to him in all honesty
Dom/sub: I think Ruhn is a pleasure dom. I also think he’s a switch and has no issue being dominants by a female. When he is a dom you are completely at his mercy and you just become a pillow princess and he does everything for you.
Hair pulling: he loves when you pull on his hair. Ruhn loves being pulled into your body, taking in your scent and feeling you while he fucks into you. When he takes you from behind Ruhn wraps your hair around his fist and pulls on it when he’s close
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I love everything that you write and I was wondering if you would write a Ruhn fic where the reader is a friend of Byrce and are in a secret relationship but then get caught making out by the others and there all happy for them? Please and thank you.
best friend's brother.
author's note: it's been a hot minute since i've gotten the chance to write, but i was feeling our boy ruhn so please enjoy.
Ruhn fucking Danaan.
The Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae and the absolute bane of your immortal existence.
The Vanir male leaned against the doorway of your apartment, dressed in his usual all black outfit despite the heatwave currently sweeping through Crescent City. Silky black hair cascaded down his shoulders and covered the Starsword draped against the back of his leather jacket.
“What the hell do you want?” You growled through the small opening of your door.
Behind you, the noise of the small housewarming party that had somehow spiraled into a rager thanks to Bryce filled the hallway with the pulsating beat of a pop song. Ruhn raised a brow and dangled the Aux badge between his fingers. His tattooed bicep flexed slightly as you swatted his hand away from your face.
“I didn’t know crashing house parties were so high up on the priorities of an Aux leader.”
“It isn’t, but I made an exception for you, sweetheart. If I’m being honest, I’m quite offended that you didn’t even bother to invite me.” Ruhn smirked at the sight of your frown. “I’ve been told I’m the life of the party.”
“Bryce said you had the late shift,” you grunted. “And even if you didn’t, this was supposed to be a small gathering. Close friends only.”
The Crown Prince flicked his tongue over the hoop pierced through his bottom lip, his heated gaze sweeping over your body. Against all common sense and logic, the sight made your toes curl in your high heels.
“Considering the amount of times I’ve seen you naked, I’d say we’re a little more than close.” The sensual and seductive purr of his voice threatened to melt you into a puddle of arousal right at Ruhn’s feet.
You pushed him into the dim hallway and shut the door behind you. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you? Everyone inside may be drunk, but that doesn’t mean their hearing suddenly stopped working. Your sister included.”
“I don’t care if Bryce knows about us. You’re the one who seems Hel bent on keeping it a secret.”
“You know how Bryce feels about being kept out of the loop. She would go absolutely ballistic if she knew we’ve been seeing each other behind her back. I mean, the best friend and the older brother? How cliche could we get?”
Run closed the gap between you, his intense blue gaze dipping to your mouth. “So what do you propose? You want to put an end to things?”
“No,” you retorted quicker than you’d intended. Ruhn’s lips twitched into a smile and you realized that he was baiting you. “I just think…we should take things slow. Warm Bryce up to the idea of us together. Maybe go out to dinner or something.”
“Are you asking me out on a date, sweetheart?”
“Not if you’re going to be an asshole about it.”
Ruhn rolled his eyes. “I’d love to take you out to dinner, but only if I get to have you as dessert afterwards.”
Before you could answer, the door swung open. As casually as you could manage, you put space between you and Ruhn as Bryce and Hunt peeked out into the hallway.
“Ruhn, what are you doing here?”
“Being a pain in my ass as usual,” you answered with a frown.
“Honestly, I don’t get how the two people I love most could bicker so much,” the redhaired female said with a bemused smirk.
Hunt appeared slightly offended, but seemed inclined to agree with his mate. “That’s because Danaan can’t seem to quit while he’s ahead. No matter how many times he gets his ass handed to him by the little witchling.”
Ruhn snarled, which only spurred his sister on further. “You two reek of sexual tension. If you ask me, you two should just spar it out in the bedroom for all our sakes,” Bryce stated matter-of-factly.
Burning fucking Solas. The gates of Hel may as well open and swallow you whole.
“I’m honestly not drunk enough for this,” you muttered under your breath while shooting an incredulous look at your friend. “Which is just as well, since it looks like the Aux is officially shutting down this party.”
You subtly shot a pleading look at Ruhn. Please get these people out of my apartment.
The Crown Prince had the audacity to smirk. It would be my pleasure, princess.
I hate when you call me that.
Ruhn tried to subdue the shiteating grin spreading through his handsome face.
And yet you’re asking your Prince Charming to rescue you from the big, bad party.
You glared at the Vanir male, but nearly sighed in relief as he ushered the crowd currently crammed in your living room towards the door. His roommates included.
“Busted.” Flynn remarked, shaking his head at Ruhn. “That’s cold Danaan, even for you.”
Ithan, Declan, and Tharion all crowded around the Fae lord, who threw an arm over your shoulder before kissing your cheek goodbye. “See you later, babe.”
You swatted Flynn’s arm away, but smiled nonetheless. The male may be a shameless flirt, but you’d grown fond of him. Ruhn, on the other hand, appeared to be considering ripping his friend’s arm from your shoulder, but said nothing as his roommates filtered past him.
“You coming, Ruhn?” Dec asked.
“No, I’ll help clean up. Since you assholes are probably too drunk to even pick up a mop.”
Tharion whistled. “Someone’s in a mood, aren’t they? Don’t get your crown in a twist, Your Highness.”
Ruhn only glowered at the mer who winked at you for good measure. As though he knew exactly how much it pushed his roommate’s buttons. Luckily, Bryce shoved Tharion out the door before he could annoy her brother further.
“We can stay and help clean up, too.” Hunt offered.
“No,” you and Ruhn answered almost instantaneously.
Bryce raised a suspicious brow. Hunt’s knowing stare flickered between you and Ruhn before the angel smirked.
He tugged at his mate’s wrist, garnering her attention. Thank Urd Bryce was drunk enough not to second guess the distraction. “I think they’ve got it handled, Quinlan. Besides, are we really the best pair to offer assistance with cleaning?”
Bryce sighed in defeat. “Point taken, Athalar.”
With that, your friend enveloped you into a hug and bid you goodbye. “If Ruhn gives you a hard time, just beat him with your broomstick,” she whispered non-discreetly.
Ruhn snorted. “Don’t give her ideas.”
“Get home safe,” you said with a chuckle as you waved Bryce and Hunt goodbye.
And finally, fucking finally, the door closed and you breathe a sigh of relief. You loved your friends, you really did, but socializing took a horrendous amount of effort. You needed to recharge.
“Are you actually going to help me clean?”
Ruhn hummed in response, threading his fingers with yours. “I’d rather make a mess of you instead.”
Alone at last, you wasted no time and raised on your tiptoes to kiss him, savoring the surprised sound he makes and the smirk that followed after. Ruhn tasted like a mixture of peppermint with a hint of honeysuckle and you sighed in satisfaction as he kissed you back fervently, giving and taking in equal measure. He cupped your face, gently dragging the cold metal of his lip ring over the hollow of your throat in a way that makes goosebumps erupt all over your arms.
His moan is a low and teasing timbre in your ears as he grazed your earlobe. “Admit it, princess. You missed me.”
If only Ruhn knew how many times you kept finding yourself wishing he was beside you throughout the night, the male would never let you live it down. “It was…dull without you here.”
Ruhn raised a brow, pulling away to look at you. That startling shade of blue painted you with heat. “Fine. I missed you, Ruhn. I always fucking miss you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Perhaps I need a little convincing,” the male teased, tilting your chin up. “It looked to me like Flynn and Tharion were keeping you occupied.”
“Jealous much?”
He smirked. A slow, feral smirk that showed all his teeth. “Not even close. Neither one of them could handle you,” Ruhn declared confidently, cupping your ass lightly as you moaned in response. “It takes a special sort of male to handle you, my little witchling.”
You swatted at his chest, but said nothing to deny his accusation. “You’re a pain in the ass, Ruhn.”
“Maybe so, but I’m your pain in the ass.” He squeezed your right cheek in his large hand before giving it a light smack. “And what a sweet ass you’ve got.”
“Gods, just fucking kiss me already.”
Ruhn’s cock strained against his jeans at the utter neediness in your voice. His fingers snaked through your hair, tilting you back right where he wanted you before his lips crashed into yours. You were filled with relief as the taste of Ruhn overwhelmed your senses. You had no idea what it was about this male, but you couldn’t fucking get enough of him.
You’d missed this. Missed him. More than you cared to admit.
A satisfied moan slipped past Ruhn’s parted lips before his tongue prodded against yours. The kiss was a clash of lips and teeth, heated and desperate as though you’d never get the chance to taste each other again. You bunched up the front of Ruhn’s shirt and pressed him closer, kissing him over and over again until you felt lightheaded and dizzy.
You were so consumed by him, so drunk on your own desire, that you didn’t even hear the front door opening. It was only when Bryce’s soft gasp echoed through your apartment when you finally pried yourself away from Ruhn.
“I fucking knew it!”
The red haired female stood at the door with her arms crossed. Hunt grimaced behind her, shooting you an apologetic look as his mate swatted at his chest. “What did I tell you, Athalar?”
Instead of anger, Bryce looked triumphant. A reaction that you did not expect to receive from your friend after she’d caught you heavily making out with her brother.
“You’re not mad?” you asked, gaping at Bryce.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. It was only a matter of time before this happened. You two are about as subtle as a bull in a china shop.”
“I’d say,” Tharion said from the doorway, leaning against the frame as Flynn and Dec peered over his shoulders. “Though I enjoyed watching Ruhn nearly pop a blood vessel every time I flirted with you, I’m glad we can all stop pretending not to notice the puppy dog eyes you two make at each other when you think we’re not looking.”
Flynn chuckled. “Sickening, really. But in an adorable way.”
Your eyes widened in accusation. “You all knew?”
Dec grinned sheepishly. “To be fair, you two weren’t very good at hiding it.”
Ruhn crossed his arms, slightly angling himself so that you were behind him. You couldn’t see his face, but you heard him all the same.
I’ll take the blame. I kissed you. I crossed the line. You don’t have to—
Ruhn.
His gaze flickered to you, an unreadable emotion dancing in his eyes before you twined your fingers through his.
I don’t want to keep us a secret anymore.
A small smile formed on Ruhn’s face. So you admit that there’s an us.
You rolled your eyes, but mirrored his smile all the same. Don’t push your luck, Danaan.
He winked before squeezing your hand. You turned your attention back to your friends. Confusion danced on their faces as you pulled out of your silent conversation.
“Ruhn and I are…seeing each other.” You fixed a hard glare at the males standing in your doorway. “And if anyone gives him shit about it, I’ll nail your balls to the wall.”
Flynn and Declan winced, but Tharion only smirked.
Bryce grinned, but threw you a pointed glare. “Brunch tomorrow. I need details of how this lovely union came to be.”
You sighed. Bryce would no doubt grill you over eggs and pancakes, but it was worth it if it meant that you and Ruhn could stop sneaking around.
“Fine, Quinlan.” You replied with a fond smile. “But first, get the Hel out of my apartment so Ruhn and I can finish what you so rudely interrupted.”
Your friends groaned, but beamed nonetheless as they once again departed. As Bryce sashayed into the hallway, Ruhn triple checked that the door was firmly locked and that all of your wards were in place.
Once he was satisfied, he hauled you over his shoulder and strode straight for your bedroom. You giggled as he deposited you onto the mattress.
“I believe I promised to make a mess out of you,” he growled against your ear, pinning you underneath him. “And you’ll find that I’m a male of my word, princess.”
You smirked, tugging him down to you. “Prove it, Danaan.”
So he did.
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Bestie, imma need you to do some nsfw headcanon for my mate Ruhn 😭 Theres hardly anything for himmmm. IM DYING
it is my honour to write these headcanons for Ruhn, hope you like them, here you go❤️
Ruhn is a generous lover, whose priority is always your pleasure
every time you make love, every time you fuck, even if he wants to punish you for not behaving like his good girl, he will make it about you - about your pleasure, about your satisfaction
and speaking of good girl - this man loves to call you pet names, 'good girl', well, when you behave like his good girl, but he will also not shy back from calling you his little dirty slut, or his good slut (if you are married his slutty little wife) and of course he only does this with your consent, he would never call you that if you do not like it
and speaking of him being a generous lover - Ruhn would never make love to you, or fuck you, without appropriate after care; it always includes helping you wash, carrying you to the bathroom so you can go about your business, helping you dress in cosy pyjamas and then tucking you in bed alongside him
with Ruhn there is always the difference between fucking and love making
when Ruhn makes love to you, he will take you slow and gentle, kissing you deeply while slowly moving in and out of you; he will always tell you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, while his cock stretches you out and he slowly makes you feel every glorious inch of him; he will hold your hand, or he lets you ride him slowly, softly, his hands on your hips, praising and worshipping you
when Ruhn fucks you, it is hard and rough and will make the bed shake and your scream his name; often tears (of pleasure and bliss) will build up in your eyes as he takes you from behind, your hands on the bedframe or curled around the bedsheets; Ruhn loves to spank your pretty butt when he is behind you, and this is when he will call you his pretty little slut; often this happens when you make him jealous or he feels like you have ignored him that day, or did not pay enough attention to him
hickeys, bite marks, scratches - whatever it is, he loves it; he loves that the world can see you are his and he is yours; he will not shy back from plastering you in hickeys and will proudly wear the scratches you caused his back, just for that reason he will take off his shirt while training
and since he wants the whole world to know you are his, he also loves to make you scream his name, your lewd noises bouncing of walls and also seeping into the rooms of your neighbours or roommates
speaking of lewd noises, Ruhn himself is rather loud in the bad room, letting you hear exactly how good you make him feel, groaning, growling and panting
I think it depends on what his favourite position is, but I think he loves missionary just so he can look into your eyes while he takes you
Ruhn loves puling on your hair, but also loves when you bury your hand in his long strands as he goes down on you
and speaking of that, this man loves to go down on you, devouring you, savouring every little drop, licking and suckling, kissing and worshipping, he could do this for hours and especially loves it when you sit on his face, him holding you in place so you don't even think about hovering and not sitting appropriately
and he also loves to use his lip ring to add some additional pleasure, eliciting the most beautiful sounds from you
he also loves to receive some oral pleasure, loves how you go down on him - it will be one of the most erotic sights he will ever see, you on your knees between his thighs, lips around his proud and thick length
Ruhn loves to tease you - loves to pinch you butt whenever he walks past you, or slap it gently (once again only if he has your consent)
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*+:｡.｡ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
A/N: hellloooo everyone, this is my first fic on this account and i thought I would start off with a bang. get it? bang? ANYWAY, here is this lovely piece that I'm very much proud of. it's pure filth <3
WC: 2.3k+
Warnings: possessive!ruhn (not the bad type), jealousy, rough s*x, oral (m&f receiving), pet names, this is pure fucking filth, swearing, choking, dirty talk, primal kink, fluff, aftercare, and i think that's it? if there's more please lmk. minors dni pls.
“You thought I wouldn’t come and snatch you away from that male?” Ruhn placed his hand around Y/N’s throat as his free hand worked her clit with an intensity that her knees bucked. She wanted to cry out but she was already a whimpering mess. “I knew what you were doing, princess. You want to play, we’ll play.” His deep voice rumbled against her neck as she ground down on his hand to get a little more pressure on her sensitive bud.
“Please, Ruhn,” she whined softly as her core got embarrassingly slicker than it was before. The wall behind her and the prince’s hand didn’t give her any chance to shift away or even give her poor clit a break from the assault that he was doing to it. She had to stand there and take it which made heat rise in the apples of her cheeks. It was all so fucking hot.
“Aw, is my princess going to come?” A high pitch moan escaped her throat as his pace quickened and worked on her. Her skin was on fire and every touch from him made her want to fully submit, to give him everything she could offer. “I asked you a question, love.” His patience was low and Y/N knew it.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” She arched her back from the wall as her climax came to the very edge. She was so close but yet so far. One minute she was about to fall off that edge but in the next minute, his fingers withdrew from her along with his hand that was around her throat. What the fuck? Her pants were soon met with his lips and his tongue fighting for dominance. Ruhn’s rough hands slid up her body until he got to the zipper of her diamond dress.
The diamonds fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. The prince took her breasts in his hands and flicked his tongue over her peaked nipple. A gasp left her lips as she ran her fingers through his midnight hair. It wasn’t fair that he was fully dressed while she was on full display. She tugged on his long locks and his eyes met hers.
“I want your clothes off, my prince.” As soon as the words left her mouth, he nipped at her breast and hummed which made her yelp. He was much taller than her and that only fed into her affinity for loving males being bigger than her, and being able to throw her around in the bedroom. The thought sent a shiver down her spine which caused him to grin knowingly.
“Is that so? Do you think you deserve to get what you want after the stunt you pulled?” He chuckled and sat down on the bed across the room. It was his bedroom and she, of course, had been in the room plenty of times but the surroundings blurred around them, her sole focus is on her prince. “I think I need to remind you who gets to fuck you every night, who gets to make you scream and writhe in pleasure. That male doesn’t know your body as I do, I could make you cum three times right after another and not even have to break a sweat.” The arrogance that dripped from his voice made her core molten. Her cheeks burned and her thighs instinctively pressed themselves together. That damn beautiful arrogant kind male made everything in her want to launch herself at him and plead with him. She wanted to be on her knees for him. “Come here. Now.”
Y/N followed his demand and stood directly in front of him. His eye racked down her thick body. The body he has worshipped so many times and had made sure that she knew that she was beautiful. Every single part of her. He adored her. So, when that male had his hands on his princess, let’s just say the amount of rage that pumped through his veins made him want to kill someone.
Ruhn spread his legs and began to unzip his jeans. He motioned to the floor and she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. This was her favorite place to be, on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. He pumped his cock in his hand and gave her a smirk that meant she was in danger. “Open, love.” So, she did. His cock stretched her mouth and she had to relax her jaw just so he could fit all the way in her mouth. A low groan rumbled in his throat as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, you look so perfect with my cock in your mouth,” his fingers tangled into her hair and began to fuck her throat. He picked up his pace and moaned as she flattened her tongue against his shaft. She gripped the fabric of his jeans as he pumped himself into her mouth. Her core throbbed as his fingers tugged her hair. Y/N moaned around her mate’s cock and on cue, it twitched against her tongue. Ruhn groaned as he pulled her up to him and kissed her with so much hunger that she gasped.
“Ruhn, please,” Y/N begged as she pulled away from the kiss. The ache had become too much and she was growing desperate for him to be inside her. She wanted to be used and owned. Not just by anyone, but by her mate. Just the thought of him sliding his dick inside her made her shiver in pleasure.
His lips grazed against the shell of her ear then nipped and sucked at the very spot that made her want to melt into him. “I’ll give you what you want, baby, but I’m not gonna be so nice about it since you’ve been a brat.” A small whimper fell from her lips which had him flipping them so that he was on top with her small wrists in his large hands. She knew he loved the thought of him overpowering her and her being helpless underneath him. Of course, he would never do anything that she didn’t want to do, but boy, did he enjoy seeing her writhe under him.
“I’m sorry, Ruhn.” Y/N tried to squirm out of his grip but he tightened his hold on her and leaned in close to her, their lips almost colliding.
“Sorry isn’t going to help you now, princess. You wanted to see what would happen if you gave another male attention, the kind of attention that is meant for me, so, I’m showing you the consequence of it.” He hummed and brushed his lips over hers. “Now, stay here and don’t move, do you hear me?”
Y/N nodded her head in agreement but she really needed some friction on her soon or else she might faint from the need. She squeezed her legs together and whimpered when the pressure increased on her clit. Her fingers itched to rub the small bud, to get a release, but if she did then he won’t give her what she wants and needs. So, she kept her hands up above her but continued to squeeze and rub her thighs together.
When Ruhn walked back in and took notice of what she was doing with her thighs, he chuckled. “So desperate for a release, huh?” That smirk that he wore earlier returned and she knew he was going to ruin her. It’s what she wanted him to do but the glint in his eyes said that he was going to do more than just ruin her. No, he was going to punish her and make sure any other male was ruined for her.
Y/N took in her mate’s form and damn if he didn’t look like a god. His hair was tied up in a braid, and he had taken all of his clothes off. Her core dripped more arousal at the sight of him bare to her and only her. His nostrils flared and in seconds he was on his knees in front of her, in front of her cunt. He spread her legs apart and licked his bottom lip. His violet eyes flicked up to hers as he flattened his tongue against her slit. He made sure that the tip of his tongue nudged against her clit each time he licked her.
Moans fell from her lips as the prince toyed with her entrance and clit with his tongue. What really sent sparks down her body was when he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Hard. Y/N cried out in pleasure while also seeing stars as he continued to suck and lick. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he feasted on her.
“Fuck, Ruhn!” She cried out as she came, and her legs trembled as she rode out her climax. Ruhn kissed up her slick thighs and kissed each stretch mark that he saw. He always called them tiger marks because she was a tiger when she wanted to be. Feisty yet cuddly at the same time.
She watched as he kissed and licked at her skin. It sent tingles and shivers through her body but that could also be from the aftershock of her climax. She couldn’t take it anymore, she squirmed and whined until he looked up at her. “Yes, princess? Do you want something?” Her cheeks burn with the tone of his words. It made her want him even more.
“I need you inside me, Ruhn.” Her words came out as a whimper which earned a grin from the prince. Damn, that fucking smug asshole was getting off on her being so needy and whiny for him. The prince climbed up her body while also leaving kisses as he made his way up. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other.
“Is that so? I couldn’t tell from how loud you were moaning my name earlier. I think I want to see how much louder my shy, and quiet little princess can be. I think you could be very loud and I want to hear it.” He slammed his lips against hers and placed both hands on either side of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues worked in sync. “I’m going to pump so much cum into your pretty pussy that there will be no doubt that you're mine.”
A shiver runs down her heated body as his words sink into her skin. His cock plunges into her swollen cunt without warning. Her cries and moans echo through the room as his pace increased in speed until he was fully pounding into her. Y/N dug her nails into Ruhn’s tattooed biceps as his brutal pace shook the headboard against the wall. It was such an erotic sight, seeing the prince pound into her like he was. This was exactly what she wanted and more.
“F-Fuck!” Y/N screamed as her orgasm took over every sense of her being. Ruhn didn’t stop his brutal pace as she came again, and again, and again.
“That’s it, princess. Come,” he growled into her ear. Tears ran down the side of her face as the tip of his cock hits her G-spot repeatedly. It felt like ecstasy and bliss as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she mewled and moaned his name. She was his and when he sank his teeth into her neck, their bond glowed between them and locked them together at that moment. The moment he filled her from within. She moaned at the feeling of his seed spilling into her. His thrusts slowed and became gentler. “I love you, mate.” The prince’s forehead leaned against hers as he said the words. Her nose brushed against his as she felt his seed drip from her pussy. Her cheeks burned as she looked into Ruhn’s violet ones.
“I love you more, mate. I was only trying to get a rise out of you.” Y/N cupped his face in her hands and grinned up at him. He matched her grin with his own and pressed his lips against hers, much more gently than the heated kisses earlier.
“Oh, I know. I wanted to show you what happens when you’re a brat. It turned out pretty good for you though, didn’t it?” Ruhn teased. His princess only laughed and shook her head in agreement. “I should probably clean you up,” he said as he gently slid out of her and she whimpered from the loss of him. He leaned down and kissed her once more before going into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth.
Y/N watched as he cleaned himself and then stalked over to her, “Open, my love.” She obeyed and spread her legs once more. The warm wet washcloth soothed her sore cunt as she sighed in relief. Once he was done with the cloth, he threw it into the laundry basket and lifted her into his arms. “It’s time to get some sleep but first you need to use the bathroom.” Always looking after her in each area of their relationship. It made her swoon even more in love with him which she didn’t think was possible.
Once they were back in bed, it didn’t take her long for her eyes to get heavy. The sound of his heart beating against his chest soothed each of her nerves that were still on fire. His touch even calmed her. As she drifted off to sleep, she heard her mate whisper three beautiful and simple words that sent butterflies into her stomach. She tried to speak, to tell him that she loved him more but slumber took her before she could get the words out.
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Kinktober Day Eighteen: Squirting
Ruhn Danaan x Female Reader
You entered Bryce’s apartment not noticing who all was there and plopped down on her couch. Head resting on the back of the couch with your eyes closed, “I hate men.” You muttered, to which she laughed.
Eyes still closed, “Bryce, I hate all men. Males too, because they talk all this shit and then just… nothing.”
You take a deep breath before letting out a sigh, “They talk all this shit.“ You begin to mock in a deep voice.“Oh, baby, I’m gonna ruin everyone else for you… When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week. I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you squirt.”
“Y/n.” Bryce called trying to get your attention but you kept going.
“Like seriously how fucking hard is it for them to even find a fucking clit, it’s right there but no they want to rub my fucking thigh. And then be all up in my ear “you like that baby ?” No I don’t.”
“Y/n.” Bryce tried again a little louder.
But you weren’t finished. “They swear they can make you cum, that they’ll make you squirt as if they’re some sex god. But not one guy has ever made me cum let alone squirt. Fucking useless pieces-“
“Y/N !” Bryce screamed, finally getting you to look at her.
“What ?” You looked at her confused and then she bursted out laughing. You finally noticed that Hunt, Ithan, Tharion, Declan, Tristan and Ruhn had all heard your rant.
They all stared at you wide eyed and mouths agape, except Ruhn. Ruhn was looking at you with furrowed brows and his bottom lip between his teeth.
You shrugged, “I said what I said.” None of them argued with you and Bryce was now wheezing.
Ruhn cleared his throat before asking “So you’ve never-“
Looking him dead in his eyes, “Did I stutter ?”
“No.”
You were about to tell Bryce that it wasn’t that funny when you got a text from a shifter you met at the White Raven the other night, saying they would meet you there in 15 minutes. That was all it took for you to hug Bruce goodbye and glare at the males as you walked out.
You heard her apartment door open and then close while walking into the elevator, you already knew who it was. “What, Ruhn ?”
“Where are you going ?”
Sighing, you responded, “Home.” He leaned back against the elevator, standing next to you, “I’ll walk you.” You turned to him, panicked, not wanting him to know you were gonna hook up with someone. “No it’s okay, I’ll be fine. Thanks though.”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s on my way home.” Fuck, you two did live near each other and the White Raven was in the opposite direction. “I’m gonna go home… just not right now.”
“Where are you going ?”
You turned to look at him and he met your gaze, then he looked down at your lips before meeting your eyes again. “The White Raven.” You looked away and didn’t say anything else as you walked out of the elevator and out of the complex heading towards the night club.
Then you felt him grip your arm, spinning around so you were face to face, a hair's breadth away. “Don’t go with him, I could do all the shit that he never could.” You searched his eyes, trying to find a lie or a hint of it but found none. “Please.”
You simply nodded your head and followed him back to his house, the both of you were silent the entire way.
As soon as you walked through the door his lips were on yours. It was all teeth and tongue, the whole way up to his bedroom. You both pulled back to take off your clothes and then as soon as both of you were bare your lips were on each other again.
He walked you backwards till the back of your knees hit his bed and then he laid you down and kissed from your lips to your jaw. Down your neck, chest, and tummy before teasingly nipping at your inner thighs.
“Ruhn.” His name was a breathy moan as you tried moving to get his mouth where you needed it. Thighs rubbing together for some friction.
Ruhn, tsked at you, then used his shadows to restrain you and keep your legs spread for him. He ran a single finger through your wet folds, “Ruhn please.”
You were about to start begging when he licked a stripe up your soaked cunt, moaning onto you at the taste of you on his tongue.
Crying out as he flicked his tongue with precision against your swollen clit. “Oh fuck.” you whimpered, hips bucking against his shadows. “Fuck, Ruhn.”
Then he started sucking on your clit and your legs started shaking. “Don’t stop, Please, don’t stop.” You cried out. “I’m just getting started, Sweetheart.” He purred into your mind. Not even a minute later you reached your peak, not even noticing that you squirted on his face.
He sat back up with a feral grin on his face covered in your juices. Licking his lips, moving to pumping his length a couple times before lining it up with your entrance.
Still breathless as he slid into you and let you adjust to his size before snapping his hips against yours. Moving at an inhumanely pace as he fucked you like his life depended on it, fingers digging into your hips as he panted softly. “Fuck- I can feel you clenching my cock already. Gonna squirt for me again, sweet girl ?”
You choked out a sob as he moved one of his hands from your hips to your clit, rubbing tight circles. “Let go. I can fuck- I can feel you squeezing me.” He growled.
Screaming out his name as you squirted on him for the second time within 10 minutes. You were panting when he captured your lips in a hungry kiss and murmured against them, “Give me more.”
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Across the Pages: SJM MEN + PLUS SIZE OC MASTERLIST
This is a multiple part series with Sarah J. Maas male characters and a plus size female reader.
The series will take place in the ACOTAR, TOG, or CC worlds and be 18+ with sexual themes, mature language and will have a plus size fmc (Because we thick girls deserve the love too!) I am taking requests!
Crescent City
Ithan Holstrom- Euphoria
Ruhn Danaan + Tristan Flynn- Better Than Any Fantasy
Acotar
Rhysand + Cassian + Azriel- Wildest Dreams Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V
Rhysand + Cassian + Azriel - Relax
Cassian - Hurt me
Cassian- Mirror, Mirror
Rhysand- Stay With Me, Part II, Part III
Azriel- Cauldron Blessed
Cassian + Azriel- Take it Part I, Part II
Azriel- Unworthy
Rhysand- Yours
Cassian- Mine
Eris - Fire Night
Throne of Glass [coming soon]
TAKING REQUESTS FOR ALL SJM MEN AND MORE COMING SOON!
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Could u do princess treatment with Ruhn I know that man would give sm attention, wouldn’t let you lift a finger, and buy u and any and everything
Also I absolutely adore ur blog and ur becoming one of my fav fic writers ❤️
Being Ruhn’s mate would include…
a/n: I hope you’re okay with this being in headcanon format, anon. Also thank you so much!! Requests are still open, yall.
nsfw towards the end (18+ please)
SFW:
this man worships the ground you walk on
Even before the two of you started dating, before you discovered the mating bond, he waited on you, hand and foot.
holds your drink at the bar and would destroy anyone who tried touching it
Would also destroy anyone who tried touching you
He is a jealous male for SURE. But not in an overbearing way, he just doesn’t like anyone messing with his mate
“Wear whatever you want, I can fight” type of man
holds your bags for you when you go shopping
refuses to let you pay for ANYTHING. (New clothes, drinks at the bar, dinner, etc.) he almost finds it offensive when you try to pay for yourself lmao
When you’re on the sidewalk together, he makes sure he’s on the outside, closest to the street.
Loves playing video games with you, or at least having you watch if you’re not into them.
3 AM car rides talking about his past, and your future together!!
‘Princess’ is his favorite pet name for you. He also likes baby, pretty girl, sweetheart.
His love language is physical touch. He HAS to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just your legs touching as you sit on the couch.
Speaking of physical touch!!
LOOOOVES PDA
He’s proud of you and has no issue showing you off.
Doesn’t give a fuuuck who is watching. (He obvi won’t make you uncomfortable but!!)
NSFW
BODY WORSHIP!!!
Ruhn will take his time kissing your body and marking you.
Will also spend hours between your legs, not stopping until you’re a whimpering, overstimulated mess.
Since we’re on the topic of overstimulation, he WILL make you come several (or more) times each time the two of you have sex. (But you have a safe word, of course.)
It took some convincing to get you to do it, but he loves when you sit on his face.
He puts his lip ring to good use.
Enjoys praising you
“There you go, princess, come for me.”
“Too much? You can take it baby. Be a good girl for me.”
For sure likes light bondage, and maybe some light impact play, occasionally?
His favorite position is missionary. It’s versatile, and he likes being able to see your face as he fucks you.
Literally loooves using clit stimulating toys on you. Vibrators, suction toys.
When the two of you first started having sex, he made it his mission to learn exactly what makes you see stars.
Your pleasure is his priority.
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Ruhn Danaan: Sweet Relief
Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x female!reader (she/her)
Summary: “You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.
He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.
“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”
Warnings: Period Sex, heavy descriptions of period blood, she uses a sanitary pad, p in v sex, slight dirty talk, SWEARING, reader is insecure, she has severe period cramps, spoilers for all of CC, the White Raven is alive, Queen Bryce is here for like 30 seconds, protected sex, orgasming, and Ruhn being a gentleman. This could also work in the Personal universe, but it also works outside of it.
A/N: if anyone can find me a real life Ruhn Danaan, I’d very much appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you to anyone who supports me or my writing. It means a lot. :)
If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it is very appreciated <3
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(Pic gotten from Pinterest)
“Give me a break, Bryce,” Ruhn mumbled into his drink.
“I’m serious!” she defended, her amber eyes widening even more.
“The last thing Y/N wants me to do right now is touch her. You’re just trying to get my face bitten off.”
Bryce huffed out of her nose, and set her drink on the sticky wooden bar. Ruhn knew her well enough to know he had delightfully riled her up.
“I’m not fucking around Ruhn. Look it up for fuck’s sake.”
Ruhn shook his head again and chuckled.
“Look, I didn’t want to have to say this, but Hunt and I have tried this many times—”
“Fuck Bryce, okay—”
“—and it’s always worked!” Bryce said, but the end of her sentence was cut off by her own laughter.
Ruhn laughed with her, enough that his shoulders began to shake. He shook his head again, trying to keep any images of his sister locked away from his mind.
“All I’m saying is that even suggesting it would impress her. Trust me.”
Ruhn hummed, thinking of all of the other ways he had tried to impress you, bedroom or otherwise. His drink burned nearly as badly as not having you by his side, laughing along with Bryce and her lack of filter.
He had seen you an hour ago, and you were currently lying in his bed, yet he still managed to ache for you.
“Ache for you?” Was he a fucking teenager?
You made him feel like one, that’s for sure.
Your period had come with a vengeance, and there was no way in Hel you would make it to the White Raven for your weekly drinks with Bryce.
Your words, not his.
You apologized profusely, of course, and told him to tell Bryce that you would make it up to her.
“I know,” he mumbled, and kissed you on the forehead. He offered to stay home with you at least fifty times before you practically shoved him out of the bedroom.
He then explained to Bryce why you were not bound to his side as you usually were, which led Bryce into spilling her “period advice of the century.”
In simple terms: sex. In Bryce’s terms: “Earth-shattering orgasms.”
Which led him here.
“Thanks Bryce,” he replied. “I’ll sure as Hel try.”
Bryce winked at him as she sipped her champagne. She could see how his eyes simmered at the mere mention of your name.
She couldn’t be happier for her brother.
“You’re a better male than half the ones in this bar,” she said quietly. “Most males wouldn’t put their dick anywhere near that.”
He swirled the liquid in his glass, smirking to himself.
“I’m not like most males.”
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You’d never wanted to crawl out of your own skin more than you did that night.
You swore there was a wolf inside of you, scratching and shredding you from the inside out. The muscles from your thighs to your toes tingled with a pins-and-needles sensation, and you felt the blood continuously draining from your face.
Ruhn’s never-ending supply of heating pads and massagers were helping, but the waves were never ending. The first few days were always agony , and there was no part of your body that wasn’t contorting in pain.
You were nauseous, sweating, and fucking pissed.
All you wanted was to go out for drinks with the love of your life and your best friend. That’s all.
You weren’t even strong enough to do that.
You wanted to cry. Everything hurt and you just wanted a few minutes of nothing. No pain, no headaches, no pajamas soaked in sweat. That’s all you needed.
You brought your hands to your lower stomach, pressing the heating pad so tightly against your bare stomach it burned, but you didn’t care. Tears began to dribble down your cheek. Nothing else would make you feel better.
“Y/N?”
Except for that.
You recognized him from his steps alone. He didn’t even need to announce himself.
You heard him discard his boots, setting them on the shoe rack, and unzip his jacket. The fabric ruffled when he set it on its designated hanger, and a plastic bag ruffled as well.
If he brought you back food, you would propose on the spot.
“I have a surprise,” he said from behind the bedroom door.
Your sweat-covered mouth turned into a smile involuntarily. “Will you marry me?”
He chuckled as he opened the door, and your stomach ignited at his beauty. Those butterflies never seemed to disappear around him.
“You know I will,” he replied, and you smiled even wider.
He was in black jeans and a grey T-shirt, with his hair down and clean. His blue eyes pierced the darkness of the room even more so than usual, probably from the drink or two he had with Bryce. His right hand curled around the bag of takeout, highlighting the veins in his forearms.
What really got you, however, was how his broad and muscular body was highlighted by the yellow-toned lamps you had on, making him and his glorious tattoos that much more accentuated. 
Maybe it was your hormones, or maybe it was the way he set his fucking house keys down on the night stand perfectly domestically, but parts of your body began heating up in a way that masked the tension in your muscles just so.
“I brought your favorite,” he said, rocking the bag back and forth in his grip. “Shitty White Raven food always makes you feel better.”
He made you feel better. He always made you feel better.
You nodded, smiling up at him with your hands still pressed firmly against your abdomen.
He set the take-out bag on the night stand as well and sat down on the bed, curving his body to face your own.
He scanned your frame, noting how many chords were stretched across the room to your stomach, and he frowned slightly. He moved his eyes up to your face, and the sticky tears lacing your cheeks were ever present to him.
You gulped, smiling soulfully, and he breathed deeply. Looking at you. Trying to find the right words to say.
He always felt your pain as if it was his own.
“Did you guys get drunk?” you asked teasingly, cutting the tension.
His mouth curved into a small smile. “Not even tipsy.”
You hummed, looking away from him awkwardly.
He inhaled a short breath, and you looked up at him once more. “Can…can I touch you?”
You blinked once. Twice.
“Yeah,” you replied huskily, and he brought his right hand over to your face. His wide thumb brushed the tears from your left cheek, then your right, and your eyes fluttered at the sensation. He then brought his mouth to your forehead, kissing it firmly, before pressing your foreheads together.
Your cramps still stretched up your back, but a thin blanket of bliss coated your body at his tender touch.
He pressed kisses down your nose, landing with one on your mouth, before mumbling.
“Any better?”
You breathed in the smell of his aftershave. “No.”
He swallowed, nodding his head, and pressed his hand atop your own. He pressed down, sinking the heat of the heating pad even deeper into your muscles. You exhaled at this, not even realizing how loud it was, and his fingertips curled around your own.
“Bryce sends her wishes,” he said against your lips. “I believe her exact words were ‘when Mother Nature brings Y/N Y/L/N down, you know it’s fucking bad.’”
You smiled, wishing you could hear those words in her own voice, but you could picture it well enough.
“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled, pecking your lips once more.
“You were gone for an hour baby.”
“I know. Trust me.”
You both laughed at that, and he pulled away from your face to bring his free hand to your face, framing it perfectly.
He brushed your cheek bone with his thumb before bringing it down to your chin.
“I missed you too,” you said. “Anymore Bryce updates?”
Something clouded his eyes at your question. It looked like a mix of anxiety and uncertainty, with a touch of…curiosity?
Your eyebrows came together at this, and you rubbed your thumb against his hand.
“Not really,” he said. “She uh…she just had some advice for me, I guess.”
You tilted your head, urging him to continue.
“Advice?”
“Yeah…period advice.”
You smiled, and snorted a laugh. “I can only imagine what she said.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. She called it her ‘period advice of the century.’”
“Well then,” you laughed out, “let’s hear it.”
He swallowed harshly, fidgeting with your fingers. Why was he so nervous?
“It’s not something we have tried before, so I don’t want to make you…uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable? We?
You squeezed his hand. “What is it Ruhn? You can say it.”
He swallowed again, and licked his lips as he shook his head. “She said, and these are her words by the way, not mine, she said that I should give you ‘Earth-shattering orgasms.’”
Your eyes widened. Ruhn kept eye contact with you, desperately trying to gauge how you felt about her advice, but you could barely meet his gaze.
Not when an obscene amount of heat shot down your lower body, and your toes curled at the thought of Ruhn touching you in all the ways you imagined when he walked through the door.
Gods you wanted it. You wanted him. So badly your core began to ache with something other than pain.
His eyes continued to devour yours, unable to read your shock at your own reaction to his words.
“We don’t have to do anything Y/N. That was completely Bryce’s idea, and I didn’t even mention—”
“No, it’s okay,” you said, leaning back on your elbows. “It’s okay.”
He nodded and pressed down on your heating pad, rocking it side to side over your skin to spread the heat.
You nearly moaned.
You’d thought about period sex many times. Even before you met Ruhn. It seemed you could not go a period without remembering the copious amounts of articles you had read, boasting about how orgasms and penetration lessen period cramps dramatically.
You just never thought any male would have an interest.
“You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.
He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.
“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”
Holy Hel
“Really?” you asked, your voice raising in disbelief. “It doesn’t… gross you out?”
He softened his smile and shook his head before saying, “Nothing about you would ever gross me out.”
If you didn’t want him to fuck you before, you definitely did now.
Maybe he could smell your change in demeanor already, or maybe he was starting to feel the exact same sensations you were, but he squeezed onto your heating pad that much tighter, flexing his arms all the way up to his shoulders.
“You need to communicate with me Y/N,” he mumbled. His voice was rich with arousal, deepening his already low octave. A rope of tension was beginning to stretch between the both of you. “You owe me nothing. If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. Please.”
You nodded, sitting up higher on your elbows.
“I will. I want you to do the same.”
He nodded, flashed you a quick smile, and started leaning in. He had just kissed all down your face, pecking your lips as he did, but this felt different.
You both knew the desired destination, making your breaths hot and your blood boil. The tension was now at risk of suffocating you.
He stopped inches from your mouth to frame your face with his hands once more, and brought his lips to yours.
He kissed you so gently that you felt yourself already beginning to deflate. He tasted like mint with a touch of whiskey, which made you smile inwardly. He either expected you to say yes, or really fucking hoped you would.
He began with small pecks, but allowed them to linger more and more as he continued. Your lips molded perfectly to each other, just as they always had.
He brought his right hand to your lower back and pressed lightly, causing the entirety of your spine to be laid flat on the bed. You exhaled, enjoying the way your muscles relaxed as he guided you down. He started breathing heavier as he framed your hips with his knees and the entirely of his body hovered over yours.
Your heart began beating louder and louder in your head, and the already steady blood flow toward your abdomen was heating up your body from your brain to your toes.
You realized, for the first time in hours, that you didn’t feel any pain. None at all.
You were on your period, and Ruhn was fucking on top of you. You would have to personally thank whatever gods dropped him in your lap.
He began licking between your lips as he kissed you, teasing you with his tongue, and you kissed him harder and harder. You wanted the taste of him to coat every inch your mouth.
You brought your hands up towards his hair and skated them down the expanse of his body when his tongue finally entered your mouth, and you groaned against him, digging your nails down into his t-shirt.
It was like that prick of pain snapped him back into reality, causing him to pull completely off of you.
“Towel,” he whispered through his red, swollen lips. His chest still heaving. “We need a towel.”
He climbed off the bed and sprinted to your shared laundry room, leaving you with your arms frozen in midair. You laughed at his eagerness, and you heard many types of fabric begin to smack against the tile floor. You could picture it, him pulling out every towel you owned in search for a stained or dark-colored one, and tossing the expensive ones over his shoulder.
Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, bested by a towel.
His steps finally echoed back up to your room, and he held what had to be a decade-old maroon-colored towel with the Crescent City University logo blasted across the entirety of it.
“It’ll do,” you said, still laughing. He laughed with you, his face still flushed, as he moved over to your night stand in search for a condom. He pulled one from the package and brought it to his mouth before delicately raising your lower body off the comforter. He laid the towel over the fabric, and laid your legs back down, condom still between his teeth.
You watched him the entire time, picturing the many ways he planned on taking you. The sweat coating your body soon became the desired kind.
He climbed over you once more, but sat on his knees. You brought your hands forward to fumble with the zipper on his jeans, but he shook his head.
“Uh uh,” he said, his voice muffled by the wrapping in his mouth. “Keep your hands here.”
He took your wrists in his hands and pressed them onto the heating pad still placed on your bare stomach. He pressed down firmly before taking his hands off of yours slowly, making sure you did as he asked. The heat continued to spread over your sore muscles, and you exhaled out of your nose. You felt the best you had in hours.
“Just in case this doesn’t work,” he said, winking at you, and unzipped his own jeans. He slid them off of his ankles, placing both of his forearms next to your head for balance, and you took the opportunity to bite the end of the condom with your own teeth, successfully stealing it from him. You smiled as best you could, and raised your eyebrows in victory.
His mouth opened in shock—genuine shock—and he shook his head side to side.
“Gods Y/N. Fuck.”
You laughed through your teeth, and he kissed your cheek slowly. His breath skated over your face as he spoke.
“Should’ve suggested this sooner.”
You continued smiling at him, your stomach bubbling in anticipation, and he pushed off of you to remove his shirt and underwear.
You were met with a body you knew better than your own, but could never seem to get enough of.
Every mole, every scar, every tattoo, every ab, you had kissed it. Loved it. Adored it. You had every inch memorized, and yet you looked at him like he fashioned the stars in the sky. Every time.
The darkening lust in both of your eyes lightened with love, and you felt the familiar sense of safety Ruhn Danaan always brought you.
He leaned down and pecked your nose, allowing you to feel the softness of his skin against your palms. He then stole the condom back with his teeth and laughed through his nose.
You rolled your eyes, and he pulled on the bottom of your shirt. You nodded, and moved your arms up so he could remove it entirely.
He looked at your bare upper-body with as much love as you did to his, and set the condom down next to your face to kiss along your collarbone.
Something about the mix of his gentleness and eagerness made every inch of your skin hypersensitive to every kiss. Chills erupted down your body, and shaky breaths began to escape from your mouth. He kissed from your collarbone down through the center of your breasts before finally landing on your stomach.
He placed a delicate hand on your heating pad before asking, “Can I take this off?”
You nodded, already prepared for the rush of pain and agony that would worm its way up your body when he did. He knew it too, so he brushed the heating pad off the bed and removed your underwear in one swipe.
The pain returned, so harshly your spine spasmed and your hands gripped the sheets. You hissed through your teeth and released a quiet whine.
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’ll fix it,” Ruhn said quickly, looking more unsure than ever. “What should I…do you want my fingers—”
“No,” you responded. Harsher than you intended. “I need you inside me. All of you.”
He nodded quickly, and ripped the condom open with his teeth, sliding it over his swollen shaft. Despite the wolf once again attacking your reproductive organs, you felt your mouth water at the sight, causing a foreign feeling of pain and pleasure to curl in your lower stomach.
You continued to grip the sheets as he lined himself up against your entrance, and he brushed a hand across your forehead.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he said, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Tell me if this hurts Y/N. Please.”
You shook your head, and managed to mumble over your heavy breathing. “Always.”
He nodded, taking a deep breath, and pushed into you slower than he ever had before.
You were so slick he entered you fully in seconds, and his tip was nearly hitting your walls until finally—
“Holy fuck.”
There it was—sweet relief.
Any inkling of pain you had evaporated off of you. Your body melted and your eyes rolled so far back you were seeing stars.
It was pure euphoria. Every inch of him.
Ruhn was shaking—shaking—above you. “You’re so—fuck you’re so warm.”
He could barely get a full breath in. “Gods you feel like heaven.”
You exhaled erotically into his shoulder. “Ruhn, please move.”
He groaned into your neck, and slowly began rocking back and forth. You brought your hands from the sheets to his back, feeling every muscle twitch and ripple against the pads of your fingers, and another moan left your mouth.
You were getting tighter and tighter, and that all too familiar ball in the pit of your stomach was beginning to unravel.
“Y/N I—I can’t. I can’t last, I’m not gonna—”
He hissed in pleasure, and you kissed across his jawline.
“Keep moving. Please keep moving.”
He did. He rocked and rocked and rocked, harder and harder and harder, until you were both moaning messes. You could feel yourself dripping onto the towel and down your legs, but not one part of you cared. Neither did Ruhn.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You feel so perfect,” he whined—whined— in your ear, rocking as hard as he possibly could. “I can feel you. Fuck I can feel you starting to come.”
You were. You were so close.
“I’m there. I’m right there,” you whispered, and ran your hands down his stomach. His muscles clenched at your touch, and you smiled at the effect you were having on him.
His whines were turning into groans; his tell-tale sign that he was right there with you.
“Ruhn, I—"
But with one touch of his fingertip to your clit, you were gone. Completely fucking gone.
You had never come so hard in your life, and neither had he.
You had to have blacked out, at least for a second, because you opened your eyes to Ruhn kissing down your neck and around your breasts, whispering sweet nothings.
“You did it. You did it Y/N. You’re okay.”
Your head was buzzing with pure ecstasy, and tears coated your cheeks once again. You felt as if you were floating, free of the prison your cramps had kept you in all day.
“Thank you,” you whispered to Ruhn, bringing your hands up to his scalp. “Thank you Ruhn.”
He pressed a firm kiss to your left breast, smirking. “Don’t fucking thank me Y/N. I should be thanking you every godsdamn day of my life.”
His eyes locked with yours as he said this, and the pure love in his eyes was nothing short of a gift.
He pressed more kisses down your stomach, lingering on the moles and markings you had, and smiled again.
“Was it Earth-shattering?”
You laughed deeply at his question, and you nodded your head up and down. “Definitely.”
“Good,” he responded. “I did my job.”
As your high began to slowly fade, the feeling in your legs returned, and a layer of stickiness coated the entirety of your inner thighs.
Ruhn reached an arm down to his lower body, effectively pulling off the condom. You felt him set it in between your legs.
He brought his face up to yours, and kissed you firmly. Firmer than you expected. “I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, and watched his naked frame leave the room. The night outside was still cut by your golden lamps, which followed him as he walked, coating him with golden yellow beams.
You wished you had a lifetime to stare.
Once he was gone, you exhaled, basking in a body free of pain and discomfort. You rubbed your palms over your eyes and yawned, unable to keep a smile of contentment off of your face for longer than a few seconds.
You had never felt so elated. So free.
Ruhn’s steps started towards your room, and he entered with another cloth in his hands.
“Couldn’t forget this,” he said, grinning at you.
You grinned back, opening up your legs for him. He brought the cloth to your legs, and you hummed when the heat of it hit your skin.
No matter the time of day, location, or longevity, Ruhn always cleaned you after sex. Demanded was more like it. You had told him countless times you could do it for yourself every once in a while, you even asked if you could return the favor, but a shake of his head was always his response. Nothing more.
He leaned on the bed, holding the cloth inches from your tender skin, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“I love you Ruhn. I love you.”
He looked up at you, his blue eyes still piercing through your very being, and kissed the top of your knee. “I love you Y/N. More than anything.”
He then dragged the warm material down your legs, cleaning you thoroughly, and continued to press kisses to your knees as he worked.
“All done,” he said, looking up at you. His grip on your leg was enough for a lick of heat to return to your stomach.
He stood up next to the bed and slid his hands underneath your back. He helped you sit up straight, and you smiled at him sleepily.
“Thank you.”
He kissed your cheek and mumbled into your still flushed skin. “I just said to not thank me.”
You smiled, scooting yourself to the edge of the bed. “Thank you anyway.”
You stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom, keeping your hands on your hips to steady yourself. You felt his gaze glide down your body like a physical touch, and you couldn’t help your smirk. It was nice to know you had the same effect on him as he did to you.
You grabbed a fresh pair of underwear before relieving yourself in the bathroom. You added a sanitary pad to your garment as you pulled it up and stretched your back. You rolled your neck as well, feeling at one with your own body again.
You’d have to call Bryce personally tomorrow. Next week’s drinks would be on you.
You walked back into the room, ready to help Ruhn clean up your mess, only to find the towel and condom wiped away from your sheets, with Ruhn tucked inside them. The white bag on your night stand had disappeared, and he was holding the containers of take-out in his hand.
“It’s still warm,” he said, smiling enough to show his perfect teeth.
In that very moment, you decided that if you didn’t end up marrying him, no one else would.
You would make sure of it.
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Quality Entertainment
Ruhn x Reader
You and Ruhn have different ideas about what qualifies as good television, but can you agree on other forms of entertainment.
A/N: I'm thinking about Ruhn Danaan a LOT and I only see it getting worse after January 30
Warnings: fluffy smut below the cut, nsfw, oral f!receiving, minors dni
You were curled up in Ruhn’s lap on the couch, trying to focus on the movie you were watching together. He had his arms around you, tucking you into his warm chest as his hands absent-mindedly traced patterns along your arms, your waist, your legs. You let out a soft sigh at the feeling, nestling further into your boyfriend’s lap where you were met with the evidence that he was not entirely focused on the movie as well.
You let out a soft laugh, glancing up at Ruhn as you rolled your hips harder against him. He let out a soft groan as his fingers gripped your hips harshly. “You seem distracted, Ruhn. I thought this was supposed to be ‘a cinematic masterpiece’ as you said,” you teased, trailing your hand up and threading it through his hair. Ruhn pinned you with a stare. “I didn’t say it was a ‘cinematic masterpiece,’ just that it’s better than that trashy reality TV you and Bryce watch.”
You snickered, aware that Fangs and Bangs wasn’t award-winning content, but you refused to admit that to Ruhn because his reactions to the show were what you enjoyed most. “Mhmm, well you’d better keep your eyes on the screen, then. I’d hate to get in the way of quality entertainment,” you bantered, swinging your leg over so that you were straddling his lap facing him.
Ruhn smirked, catching onto your game. He returned his attention to the TV behind you as he ran his hands over your thighs, teasing you with a feather-light touch. Challenge accepted. You pulled your top off, leaving you in your shorts and black lace bra. You inched closer to Ruhn so that your chests were barely touching, smirking as his breath quickened, clearly straining to maintain his focus on the screen. You began kissing and sucking at the exposed skin on his neck, licking your way up the side of this throat to his ear where you whispered, “enjoying the show?”
Ruhn swallowed but kept his gaze ahead, his expression changing to smugness as he brought his hands up your bare waist and undid the clasp on your bra. You sucked in a breath as your nipples were exposed to the cool air. Ruhn lazily dragged his hands to your breasts, drawing slow, teasing circles before lightly pulling and twisting each of your nipples. You bit back a moan as you tried to maintain the sense of dominance you had in the situation, but Ruhn could scent how aroused you were. Your breaths were shallow, and you were trying to calculate your next move when Ruhn practically shouted, “movie’s over,” and pulled you closer to him. He wasted no time taking one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue and swirling before dragging his lip ring along the sensitive peak, and repeating his movements on the other breast.
You were gasping as you rolled your hips against him. “Fuck, Ruhn, please,” you murmured and pulled his chin up to kiss you. You reached down to palm him through his jeans, causing his mouth to part enough for you to slip your tongue in, moving in tandem with the roll of your hips. Ruhn flipped you onto your back, his arms caging you in on the couch. He slowly kissed and licked his way down your torso, reaching the top of your shorts before he pulled them down, leaving you completely naked while he remained fully clothed above you.
Ruhn shifted down on the couch, licking and biting the insides of your thighs as his fingertips grazed your abdomen. He dragged his bottom lip along each side of your center, teasing you with his lip ring while pinning down your hips with one arm. He brought up his other hand, swirling and dipping slightly into your center. “Gods, you’re so wet, princess.” You pushed your hips against his arm holding you in place, “do something about it then, prince.” Ruhn removed his hand to give you a mock bow before bringing his finger up to his mouth, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. You hooked your legs around his back and he smirked, making eye contact with you as he dragged his lower lip right over your sensitive clit. You moaned loudly, instinctively rolling your hips towards him as he began to suck your clit, bringing two fingers up to curl inside of you at a vicious pace. You hit your high with a scream, arching your back as Ruhn continued licking and sucking your clit until your legs were shaking.
When you finally came down from your orgasm, you looked at Ruhn who was smiling at you. “That is my favorite form of entertainment,” he said, scooping you up bridal style as he carried you to the bedroom to continue.
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Ruhn is truly a prince in his own right and deserves all the love. Let's celebrate our Crowned Prince the week of the 19th of May through the 25th!
Ruhn Danaan is a great character and deserves a week to celebrate him. He is Crescent City's bad boy prince, Bryce's big brother, and a son. He has done tremendous things such as getting the star sword, and saving Bryce from the Asteri.
The time between now and up until the date is supposed to give everyone enough time to think up ideas and begin to create for the event. Rules and Prompts will be posted shortly.
creators: @callmeblaire
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