A Court of Books and Dragons

ACOTAR/Fourth Wing - Mainly Male Reader

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Masterlist/Introduction

Hello and Welcome!

You can call me Lux

I will generally write for any pronouns, but there is a definite lack of x male reader in these fandoms, and I hope to at least partially rectify that. All smut will feature a dominant reader unless otherwise specified.

Fandoms I Write For:

ACOTAR

Fourth Wing

Please feel free to send in some asks about any character from any of the fandoms listed above :)

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MASTERLIST:

☆ = Smut

ACOTAR:

Cassian:

One-Shots:

The Blacksmith - When the Inner Circle needs a weapon forged that the Illyrians refuse to make, Feyre suggests an old friend.

Azriel:

The Hunter - Series:

Link to Masterlist ☆

Feysand:

Don't Touch Me - A short one-shot/re-imagine of Feyre's first visit to the Night Court, because I sometimes wish she had been angrier at Rhys.

Fourth Wing:

Garrick Tavis:

The Son of a General - Series:

Where's Violet? - An imagined meet-cute between Garrick Tavis and a Male Reader

Following Violet - The second meeting between Garrick and reader

The Son of A General - A background into the reader, and your scheduled plot twist

Secrets Come Out - At the Reunification Day Gala, Garrick finds out about the secret the Reader has been keeping. Angst ensues.

Months Apart ☆- After Garrick finds out about the Reader keeping a big secret, they part ways - though both still have feelings for the other. When Xaden and Garrick go to save Violet, it thrusts Garrick back into the path of the man he's missed for months.

Rescue Execution - Garrick realizes that Melgren would have seen what happened in part 5, and comes to rescue the reader.

Riorson House - Garrick and the Reader wake up in Riorson House, but recent events have left Garrick more than a little shaken.

Riorson House P2 - Reader gets to meet the rest of the people at Riorson House.

Cordyn - Violet drags the reader to Cordyn - without telling Garrick.

Xaden Riorson:

One-Shots:

The Farmer - Xaden trusts Violet when she says she knows somewhere they can rest for the night, which ends up being a farm with a very handsome farmer.

Traitor - When the reader finds out that Xaden and his friends have been smuggling weapons, chaos ensues (AKA that one scene but re-imagined).

Revenge ☆ - After the Battle of Resson , the reader decides on an…unusual interrogation tactic to make sure that now Xaden is telling the truth.

Ridoc Gamlyn:

Drabbles:

The Medic - When Ridoc jumps between Violet and Barlowe, he meets a certain first-year healer that he immediately takes a liking to.

The Scribe - Series:

The Scribe - When Ridoc meets one of Violet's scribe friends, he is instantly attracted to him.

Flirting in the Archives - Ridoc goes down to the Archives just to see a certain scribe, and sees how Colonel Markham treats him.

Sneaking Around - When Ridoc and the reader finally manage to sneak away from their quadrants, Ridoc discovers that the Scribe Quadrant isn't as safe as he thought for you

Waiting After War Games - When the last challenge of War Games happens, Ridoc can't tell you why he hasn't been coming to see you in the Scribe Quadrant, leaving you to think the worst.

Aaric Greycastle:

Oneshots:

The Sneaky Prince - When Prince Camlaen is caught sneaking out of the palace yet again, his father decides to give him a personal guard to keep him from doing it again, and Cam finds himself unable to stay away from his new guard.

The Rider's Bodyguard - When Dain and Violet interrupt a sparring session between you and Aaric, your protectiveness puts Aaric in a difficult situation (Can be read as a part two to "The Sneaky Prince").

A Worthy Sacrifice - When Aaric has a premonition that shows his boyfriend dying, he does everything he can to prevent it.

Liam Mairi:

Oneshots:

Not So Invisible - When Liam can't sleep under the weight of his guilt, he goes to the roof of Riorson House to brood. Unfortunately, a cadet with an invisibility signet had also decided to use the roof - to practice flight maneuvers.

Bodhi Durran:

Meeting the Family - When Violet and Liam find Bodhi and his boyfriend kissing, he has to come clean - but he makes them promise not to tell Xaden...which lasts all of a day.

Kind of Oblivious - When Violet and her friends decide to set up you and Bodhi, the two of you decide to play along - even though you're already dating.

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Heyyyyyyy! How you doing?

I was thinking an angsty part 2 to that Liam fic with invisible reader. Maybe a few months later where Reader and Liam have been together for a bit, then Xaden hears about his signet and kinda starts exploiting him for spy missions even though he's only a first year.

Basically Liam getting protective of his partner.

Take your time, love, and happy Diwali if you celebrate it ✨️

Thank you so much for this request, I love it so much and I hope that you like it :)

When Xaden finds out about Liam's boyfriend's signet, he begins using him as a spy - something that Liam hates, especially when it puts his boyfriend in danger.

Read on Ao3

Link to Masterlist (For part 1 & other works)

Liam

Telling Xaden about his boyfriend’s signet was the worst thing he’d ever done. Liam was kicking himself about it as he walked to Battle Brief, wondering how in the world he’d been so stupid and careless. He had been talking to Xaden about his boyfriend, rambling about everything he could think of about him when he’d offhandedly mentioned his signet. Liam had watched in horror as Xaden’s eyes had lit up, signaling an immediate interest in the new information he’d just been given. 

Liam trusts his boyfriend, and he trusts Xaden; that doesn’t mean that he won’t worry that Xaden is going to get his boyfriend into something stupid and dangerous and get him hurt or killed. 

He tries to put it out of his mind as he walks, knowing that worrying about it wasn’t going to do anything. He’ll talk to both Xaden and his boyfriend after classes end for the day, to make sure that Xaden knows to back off and that his boyfriend knows that he can say no to Xaden.  

Hopefully both of them would actually listen. 

Liam couldn’t prove it, but he was sure that his boyfriend had lied to him. 

He’d been supposed to meet up with him for sparring an hour ago, and Xaden had been far too nonchalant when Liam had asked him if he’d seen his boyfriend around or sent him on one of his missions. As much as he hates that both Xaden and his boyfriend had ignored him, he knows that he can’t really stop either of them. He still trusts them both to keep each other safe; he just wishes that he could somehow come along whenever his boyfriend goes to spy on whoever or whatever Xaden wants him to. 

He leaves the sparring gym, heading for Xaden and Violet’s room. He knows that he’s going to have to face the wrath of Violet for interrupting what little sleep Xaden gets, but he can’t really bring himself to care too much considering that he has no idea where the love of his life is, nor what he was supposed to be doing there, and the only way for him to have any chance of sleep in the near future is to speak to (interrogate) the only man who would know anything about it. His boyfriend is still a fucking first year, just like him and Violet, and he shouldn’t be expected to do any of the countless dangerous missions that Xaden has sent him on lately. 

Certainly not alone. 

He bangs loudly on the bedroom door, not caring that he’s probably startling Violet awake too. That didn’t matter right now; he could apologize to Violet later. 

Xaden answers the door angrily, almost ripping the damn thing off its hinges as he glowers at Liam. 

“Where is he? Where did you send him?” Liam points angrily at Xaden’s bare chest. 

Xaden blinks the sleep from his eyes, exhaustion and annoyance turning into shock and a sharp kind of confusion that made Liam nervous. 

“He’s not back yet? You haven’t seen him?” Xaden ducks back inside his room, and Liam can hear him murmur something to Violet before he comes back out with a shirt on.  

“Explain. Now.” Liam gets out through gritted teeth. 

“I sent him to spy on Basgiath, to see what Colonel Aetos knows about us. He was supposed to debrief with me when he got back and he didn’t, but Sgaeyl said that his dragon had returned when I asked. I made the assumption that he had simply chosen to meet with me tomorrow, and met up with you instead.” Xaden half shrugs as they walk towards his office. 

“And you didn’t think to check because?” Liam barks, failing to rein in his temper. 

“Because I know that you don’t want me involving myself in your relationship, and I knew that if he hadn’t come to see me, he would have gone straight to you, and I didn’t want to barge in and interrupt that. I know that you don’t always agree with the missions he is sent on, but they are as safe as they can be.” Xaden opens the door to his office as they reach it, and they step inside.

“He’s fucking missing and you’re telling me that the missions you send him on are “safe”?” Liam seethes, ignoring Xaden’s placating tone. 

“I’m telling you that he’s most likely here somewhere. His dragon returned, and he wouldn’t have done that without his rider. At least not without notifying us when it happened.” Liam takes a deep breath, processing Xaden’s words. 

He’s not dead. He can’t be dead, or his dragon would’ve told someone. 

“Okay, so where-” A loud thud cuts Liam off as the door opens again. 

Liam rushes to the door upon seeing who has banged open the door so roughly. 

His boyfriend, who looks about a minute away from collapsing entirely, fills the doorframe. He’s bleeding from somewhere, judging by the red faintly seeping through his leathers and the dried red blood caked on his face and hands. But he’s alive. 

Thank Malek, he’s alive. 

Liam doesn’t ask any questions, just barks at Xaden to get Brennan and helps his boyfriend lie down on the floor to wait for him. 

“I’m sorry…I….missed sparring.” His boyfriend chokes out. 

“It’s fine, don’t talk.” Liam tries not to panic. 

What the hell is taking Brennan and Xaden so long?

Brennan finally appears in the doorway, rushing over to mend his boyfriend while Liam whirls on Xaden. 

“He’s not doing this shit again, do you hear me? You keep sending him into these places alone and you’re going to get him killed.” Liam, vaguely, realizes that he’s yelling at Xaden. 

He can’t really bring himself to care much. 

“Fine. You're right, he can’t keep doing these missions alone. I’ll figure out something else.” Xaden acquiesces guiltily before leaving them to it.  

Liam watches as Brennan mends his boyfriend, before standing up and offering to help carry him to their room. 

Liam thanks him, and they carry him to their room, where Brennan leaves so Liam can change him into sleeping clothes and put him in bed. 

“I’m so fucking sorry that I let him take advantage of you. I knew you wouldn’t say anything and you could’ve died and - and I wouldn’t have been able to help you.” Liam crawls into  bed beside his boyfriend as he speaks. 

“‘Was walking back from the flight field, jus’ took me a while ‘cause I was hurt. Sorry I made you worry.” His boyfriend mumbles.

Liam rolls his eyes fondly. 

“Next time get your dragon to tell us, we’d have come get you. Tomorrow, if you’re feeling up to it, you can tell us what happened.” His boyfriend sleepily nods into Liam’s chest as he rolls into it. 

Liam holds him tighter in response, finally relaxing now that his boyfriend is safe. 

He’s going to fucking kill Xaden for this shit, though.

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The next fic will be out tomorrow, a day late, sorry about that - I was watching the world series :)

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Patience Is A Virtue

Day 29: Brat Taming - Eris/M!Reader

Summary: Reader is unbelievably horny for his mate. Unfortunately, his mate is also a High Lord, and has other responsibilities. Not that Reader cares, of course.

Warnings: Y/n is a horny drama king, mean!dom!Eris, Brat tamer!Eris, overstimulation, a lot of dialogue, toys, exhibitionism, Sir kink, pet names,

A/N: This fic was inspired by @acourtofbooksanddragons series The Hunter. They are not related in any way, my brain just went off on a tangent daydreaming this while I read that, and gave me the motivation I needed so, thank you.

P.S: Night and Autumn are on good(ish) terms, Reader is friends with both Lucien and Feyre

Dividers by: @throneofsapphics

Word Count: 4.6k

Y/n's Pov

You lay on the massive expanse of your mate's bed. Limbs sprawled as far as they could be. Even then, there was still ample room all around you before you were in danger of falling.

Despite being in the height of comfort, you let out a deep sigh, because while you were tangled in the sheets, Eris was nowhere to be found.

Your situation was not helped by the fact that you were unbearably horny.

"Where is heee?," You groaned out to no one in particular. The only reaction you received was the smokehound at the foot of the bed lifting its head, and then promptly leaving. No doubt it was tired of being subject to your arousal permeating the room, as well as your ceaseless queries.

Logically, you knew where your mate most likely was, but you were too lazy to walk all over the forest house to find him. Yes, you could winnow, but Eris didn't like when you did so, because you had the unsavory habit of teleporting directly into people's personal space when you did.

I could always tug on the bond really hard. That would make him come running, but he said to only do so in emergencies.

You decided that this was indeed an emergency. One that only your mate could fix.

Eris felt you tug that golden string hard. Before he could so much as flinch, he had already winnowed into your shared room, flaming eyes scanning the area frantically in search of a threat. He found none.

Instead, he was greeted to his beloved —clad in very little clothing— stretched out on the bed.

"Fawn, what's wrong? Why did you call?"

"I need you," You answered in a pitiful whine.

Eris, ever the loving partner, rushed over to your side.

"What's happened? Did you get hurt? Are you ill?" Eris continues, warm hands fluttering all over you as he fusses.

"No, Eris," You grab his wrists, directing his hands to your crotch while bucking your hips, "I need you"

All the concern drains from his face as he fixes you with a half-hearted glare.

"You mean to say that you summoned me because you're horny? That is not an emergency! And since when had you been reduced to a hormonal teenager?"

"Since I got a mate hotter than the sun, but that's not the point! Were you in a meeting?"

"No, but that doesn't mean—"

"So? Take a break and come fuck me," You argue, and give another buck of your hips, completely ignoring whatever Eris was going to say.

"I can't just take a break whenever I want. I have duties to fulfill"

"You're the High Lord. You literally make the rules, so you can, you just don't want to cause you like being mean to me," You pout.

"I don't like being mean to you, but you misbehave so often that you give me no choice. If you were good, there would be no end to—"

A disbelieving huff leaves you with more sass than what should be possible. "Could you at least use your magic to get me off?"

Eris had done so a few times before, specifically when he'd promised to spend the night 'exercising' with you, but couldn't due to whatever High Lord-y thing popped up.

Eris grinds his teeth at the spoiled way in which you'd asked, and how you'd interrupted him, again. Like he was doing you a great inconvenience by having responsibilities, which, in your mind at least, he was.

"Just for this little stunt, no, I won't, " The incredulous look he gets from you is more than a little satisfying, "If you had come to my office and asked nicely like a good boy, I would've said yes and have been more than happy to reward you later. But unfortunately, you chose this"

You just collect your thoughts enough to begin formulating a rebuttal, but he's the one to interrupt you this time, "See, what I don't understand is that whining has always proven to get you the exact opposite of what you want, and yet you still do it, " Eris muses. He levels you with a look that just dares you to argue.

You get up from the bed, scowling with the full force of a petulant child the entire way to the bath chambers where you go to take a cold shower.

"Don't disturb me while I'm working again, you won't like the consequences," Your mate warns over his shoulder as you pass him.

"He probably would, " Eris mutters to himself, but you can't hear it over the sound of your own raging thoughts.

-A few moments later-

"What the fuck?," Lucien exclaims as Y/n appears draped across his lap out of nowhere.

"Why are you here, and why are you on my lap?" Lucien complains, "Also, you really need to stop doing that"

Y/n ignores the last two questions, only answering the first, "My mate is neglecting me"

"I highly doubt that," Lucien responds, well aware of his brother's tendency to give you almost anything the male demanded asked for.

He glares, both at his friend's comment and the motions he makes to shove him off his lap to the couch seat beside him.

"Fine, what has Eris not done for you to warrant the charge of neglect?"

"He refused to take a break from his papers to have sex with me!" Y/n laments.

"Okay, wow, um... Could you complain about this to, literally anyone else?"

"You're not being a very supportive friend," He says with a deadpan expression.

"Listen, I'm happy to lend an ear whenever you need to lament about anything other than this, however, you have the unfortunate displeasure of being mated to my brother, and I don't want to hear about his sex life"

Y/n immediately jumps to Eris's defense; he is still his mate after all, "Firstly: Don't talk about Eris that way, secondly: I'm complaining about the lack there of"

Lucien rolled his eyes so hard, it's a miracle they didn't fall out of his head.

Y/n sighs heavily with his usual flair of dramatics, "Fiiiiiiiine, I'll go talk to Feyre instead. She'll understand."

-In The Night Court-

"Look, Y/n... you know I'm your friend, and I'll always have your back but... Eris has a point," The High lady says, shrugging a little as she does so.

"What? No! You're supposed to be on my side!" He groans, flinging himself backwards onto the sofa.

"He's a High Lord; the work he does is important. You can't expect him to drop everything at a moments notice," Feyre tires to reason.

"So because he's a High Lord he gets a free pass to neglect his mate?"

Feyre scoffs, "No one gets a pass to neglect their mate, no matter who they are," Y/n begins to gesture wildly like she'd just proven his point for him before she continues, "but he's not neglecting you"

His jaw drops as if she'd just told him the scandal of the century, "Did you not hear what I just told you? Weren't you listening?"

"I was, I am," She insists, "but didn't you also tell me about this amazing date Eris had taken you on last week. I vividly remember you rambling on and on about how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life."

"Feyre, that was DAYS ago. Things change. And you're missing the point. If you went up to Rhysand, hell, if you so much as mentioned to him that you were wearing minimal clothing while he was working, he'd winnow you to your bedroom in a heartbeat."

Feyre seems to think about this for a moment, arguing with herself in her head. After a few moments, she slowly and unconvincingly says, "No... no he wouldn't. Not immediately"

Rhysand. who had been sitting at his desk doing his own High Lord work, raises his eyebrows and tilts his head in a way that screamed he definitely would. Without hesitation.

Feyre didn't have to turn to look at her mate to know the face he'd made behind her back, "Rhysand, not helping"

The Night court High Lord gives nothing but a small smile in return.

Y/n decides this would be a great time to stir the pot. Just because he isn't getting any action, doesn't mean his friend can't.

"You know, I think your bed is feeling a little lonely. Maybe you two should go keep it company"

Feyre rolls her steely eyes at her friend's antics, but it's clear Rhysand is waiting intently for her response. It's also clear by the sharpening scent of Feyre's magic that she's using it to cover the scent of her budding arousal.

Y/n smirks, "I'll leave you two to it. If you end up with another child, I call dibs on being the godfather!"

-Back In Autumn-

Y/n takes his time dallying. He walks through the gardens, practises archery (He's terrible at it, but enjoys the sport nonetheless), and plays with the hounds before retiring to his room.

When he does, he is greeted by a pissed looking Eris, tapping his foot at a mile a minute. Y/n freezes in the doorway, genuinely unsure of what he'd done to irk his mate's ire.

With slow, jerky movements, Y/n walks in and closes the door behind him.

"Hello, my love?"

Eris looked at him as if he was expecting him to explain something, "Really? That's all you have to say for yourself?"

His eyes dart around confused, trying to think of what Eris wanted from him.

His mate scoffed, and began pacing, "I received a letter from both Feyre AND my brother that you went to complain to them about my refusal to have sex with you while I finished my work. Apparently you claimed I was neglecting you. Are you truly so desperate!"

It wasn't really a question, but the answer was indeed 'yes'. He couldn't help it! Not when his mate looked like that! Also, those fucking traitors ratted him out!

Y/n had just opened his mouth to reply when Eris spoke again, "I don't want to hear it!"

"What was the point in asking then?" He mumbles.

"Bed. Now."

Under any other circumstances, those 2 words would mean he was about to get the fucking of a lifetime. Under these ones? It meant they would be going straight to sleep. No teasing would be tolerated. Not even a little grinding!

Y/n huffs, but says nothing, too tired to offer up any complaints.

The next morning Y/n wakes up alone. Again. To be fair, he woke up at eleven, but still. He went through the motions of making breakfast in their ensuite kitchen — Y/n insisted on having one; he preferred to make his own food — and making sure the dogs' bowls had water in them before flopping back into bed. Terribly bored, and once again, terribly horny.

He considered touching himself, but that would get him in more trouble. He was in enough of it as it is; even he has limits to the amount of bratting he's willing to push. Eris was lenient with him, but he could be mean when he wanted to.

Y/n found himself in the same position as yesterday. Staring at the ceiling, in desperate need of his mate, who is infuriatingly needed by everyone else.

Just then, he heard a soft scraping sound. Turning his head to the left reveals an unusual sight.

Eris doesn't normally leave draws open, much less his own.

Without giving it any thought, Y/n shuffles over to close it.

It immediately pops back open.

What the hell?

A thread of fire lifts one of their toys and a bottle of lube from the draw. Eris was going to take care of him with his magic.

Y/n scrambles back to the centre of the bed, hastily kicking off any and all barriers blocking him from his mate's attention. He spreads his legs eagerly, presenting himself as he'd been taught.

Fucking finally!

He's practically shaking in anticipation and need. His breathing had already picked up, and every second passed grates on his nerves.

Y/n can feel Eris's sadistic amusement through the bond; he couldn't care less though. He was about to get everything he'd been wanting since yesterday (Which was basically forever ago)

As the toy inches closer to his hole, Y/n forces his legs wider, stretching the ligaments to their limits. Eris takes his sweet time, slowly letting lube drip over the plug before applying some to Y/n's entrance. If the High Lord was here, he'd be getting the most pathetic puppy eyes from his mate that would almost certainly make him cave. That was likely why he wasn't here. This way he could punish Y/n without the temptation to give in.

He barely restrained himself from grabbing the damn plug and shoving it in himself. Why was Eris being so mean?

He made the toy nudge the ring of muscle carefully, as if Y/n hadn't taken cock twice the width and more than triple the length three days ago. When Eris finally pushes it in, Y/n can't help the needy moan that escapes him. His mate's voice invades his mind.

'You're going to have to be a lot louder for me than that, fawn. I want to hear you from my office. Can you do that for me?'

His stomach tightened, and he had to restrain himself from letting his eyes roll back already. Eris's ego was more than large enough already.

'That depends entirely on your performance'

Y/n knew he was playing with fire, and he was ready to burn. He could picture the way Eris's pupils would dilate while his irises seemed to glow brighter. He knew all too well how his mate's hands would trail gently from his shoulders down to his hips, gliding over his skin with reverence before jolting him with a sudden firm grip, pinning him to the bed.

But his mate wasn't here. And none of that was happening. The toy sat snugly inside of him, completely stationary.

"Eris? Why aren't you moving it?"

"Moving what?"

The fuck does he mean 'moving what?' What game is he playing?

'...The plug. You know, the one you put inside me not even thirty seconds ago?'

Eris pretends to make a pondering sound before replying, "I've got no clue what you're talking about"

Y/n huffed. He knew he had misbehaved, knew it would earn him a punishment, but this was just unfair! Unfortunately, there was no point in arguing either.

He reaches down to check that, yep. That plug is not going anywhere. Eris's magic will prevent him from removing it as well as eliminate any chances of it slipping out.

He groans loudly, pulling his clothes back on very aggressively. A distinct chuckle echoes through his head, and he slams a wall down on the bond to block out his mate in annoyance.

Y/n is left to carry on with his day without further interruption, which was quite surprising, and immensely suspicious. He expected his mate to be taking every chance he got to shove it deeper at the most inconvenient times, but he didn't. He didn't move it at all.

It isn't until he's waiting outside an ornate door that the teasing begins.

I waited patiently outside the door, a neatly wrapped parcel clutched loosely in my hands. Nothing had happened so far, and I'd gotten so used to the feeling of the plug that I'd almost forgotten it was there.

And then the thing started vibrating.

It was so sudden I almost fell to my knees. Immediately, I open the bond back up.

'Eris, why the fuck is this thing vibrating? This isn't the one that vibrates'

He could practically feel Eris smile cunningly. It irked him to no end.

'I had this one adjusted by Helion weeks ago, and I must say, I'm quite excited to try it out.'

Y/n's heart drops, and would've fallen out of his ass if it wasn't plugged. He used to be a member of the day court. Specifically, he was one of the inventors/tinkerers that worked on the more salacious devices, so he knew intimately the kinds of things Eris could've had added.

His words come out in a rush, 'Eris, I am about to have tea with your mother, you cannot—'

'I'm well aware of the events on your schedule. And on the contrary, I can, and I will. If my mother can't look me in the eyes the next time she visits because you can't control yourself, I will not be very impressed. Good luck~'

He shuts the bond again. Y/n mentally bangs on the walls, scrabbling for access.

'Eris. Eris, don't do this! I'm sorry, okay? I'll behave, I promise, just don't—'

The pleas collide with the wall, never reaching his mate's ears as the door swings open. There stands the former Lady of Autumn, now Lady of Day (She didn't feel she had earned the title of High Lady yet) in all her radiant glory.

Y/n quickly plasters a smile on his face. There was nothing that could be done to save him now as he walked through the doorway, plug vibrating away silently. He just had to tough it out.

Mother, please may Eris have mercy on me?

The cosmic entity laughed.

It hadn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be. It wasn't great, mind you, but it could be worse. Eris has been brutal with the settings. Fast, slow, medium, nothing, all the way up, and slowly bring it down. It had been a grueling forty five minutes to say the least. Other than that, his mate hadn't done much.

A letter from her court materialises in front of Lady Day, and she politely excuses herself to go address it. I use that moment to allow my head to fall back, and the mask to slip. The toy is still vibrating, but it's dull.

I close my eyes, willing the hour to be over. Aurelia had said she'd made plans with her friends, and had to leave once the hour was done.

In the quiet, I felt a shift inside of me. My entire body froze. It felt like the plug was expanding. At least, that's what I thought, until I felt something enter deeper into me.

It clicked in my brain exactly which mechanism this was. It hadn't had a name when I was working in Day, and was still under development. Apparently, they finished developing it. The idea had been that it looks like a normal plug, but could split along five seams like a budding flower to make way for a dildo to 'bloom' from inside. The problems had been getting the compression and expansion of the dildo to work as well as making sure it didn't pinch skin if closed while still inserted inside. Guess they found the solution.

The dildo slowly grew to it's full size, and once it did, I let out a muffled moan. Aurelia was still busy, so I squirmed a bit, testing it out.

'Eris?'

It took a moment or two before I got a response.

'Yes, Fawn?'

'Please tell me you did not have a replica of yourself made for this.'

His mate's silence was more telling than words ever could be.

'You're cruel'

"You love it"

The Lady of Day walked back into the room announcing, "I've got good news and bad news. Bad news: My friends cancelled. Good news: I can stay longer!"

"That's wonderful!"

Fuck my life.

I swear time is moving slower. The clock says I've been here for only twenty minutes more, but my body is telling me it's been over an hour.

The torture had gotten worse. Not only did this thing vibrate, it also had a fucking piston installed in the base so that it could mimic shallow thrusts, which had not been a feature when I was on the design team. How the fuck they managed to make all the mechanics fit, I could only guess. Not to mention the lube it had to secrete.

The only blessing I could count right now is that Eris had been kind enough to keep the speed and pressure constant. I am fighting for my life out here, cloaking my scent whilst Aurelia chatters away blissfully. I love her, she's the sweetest female, and on any other occasion, I'd jump at the chance to spend more time with her, but right now I want her to shut up and leave. I feel terrible for thinking it, but it's true.

I try to listen, but I've lost all ability to focus. My gaze goes through her rather than being on her, and I think she's beginning to notice.

"Are you alright dear?"

"I— um, yeah, yes. I'm fine just... a little out of it"

She looks at me with this understanding, kind, sincerity only serving to make me feel even guiltier.

"Perhaps I should end my visit here then, we'll continue this another day"

I have never loved, and appreciated her more than I do right now. However, before I can agree and start saying my goodbyes, Eris's voice rings out in my head. All command with no space for argument.

'Ask her to stay.'

No. No, no, no...

'Eris, please—'

'Ask. Her.'

I gulp almost audibly.

"You don't have to leave, really, I'll be fine, " I reassure with a smile that would convince no one.

She looks at me a bit hesitantly, "Are you sure?"

I nod, not trusting myself to lie again, "Please, continue"

Y/n was barely keeping himself together. Any modicum of mercy Eris had shown earlier was shredded. He varied the pace and power of the thrusts, turned the vibrations back on, praised him on how well he was doing in that husky tone Y/n adored, making it sound like he was whispering it into his ear.

If it weren't for his need to keep his dignity intact and relationship with Aurelia stable, he would have cracked in the first half an hour. But even with that, it was becoming too much.

'Eris! Eris, slow down! I'm gunna— gunna cum!'

His mate gave no response other than a disapproving 'tsk'. Warm bands of Eris's fire magic circled his cock and squeezed, preventing Y/n from releasing but not slowing so much as a second.

He wanted to scream, to writhe, to cry out at the injustice of it all, but he couldn't. He was still having tea with his hopefully soon to be mother-in-law.

He managed to minimise his reaction to a small jerk. It looked to all the world that he had merely flinched.

He realised all to late that Aurelia had been watching him with a contemplative expression for who knows how long. He smiles sheepishly.

"I think it best I take my leave now," she remarks idly, "I have well overstayed my welcome"

He scrapes up enough remorse to make a convincing albeit weak argument for her to stay, but she ultimately decides to leave. Once she does, he winnows to the room.

Eris stands there completely unbothered. Hair neat, clothes unwrinkled. Y/n looks like a drowned rat next to him, but he's unable to care at this moment.

He subconsciously releases all the tension in his body at the sight of his mate, even if Eris is the reason for his struggles.

"Hello fawn, how was tea with my mother?" He asks with faux curiosity.

Y/n has no words. He's so needy he only whines. Eris shushes him, caressing his face gently.

"It's alright, it's alright, I've got you. Have you learned your lesson?"

Y/n nods fervently, a pathetic teary eyed look encompassing his features.

"Oh really now? Well then, go sit pretty on the bed. Present yourself to me, just like I taught you."

Y/n scrambles onto the sheets after ripping off all clothing, laying back and spreading his legs in record time.

"Eager, are we?" His amber eyes glint with teasing malevolence.

"Fuck you," He spits back with more bite than he should have dared.

Eris freezes mid stride, his face falling into unforgiving stone. "I can make you wait till tomorrow, or perhaps next week. Maybe that'll teach you manners"

Y/n's already glassy eyes widen in horror and desperation, "No, no, please. I'll be good, promise," He hesitates, gaze shifting to the right, "for real this time"

"I'll believe it when I see it"

Eris stalks closer, crawling onto the bed right between his lover's legs. He takes hold on the toy, pulling it out slowly. He examines it, turning the plug from submissive hell this way and that.

"I think I should buy more of these," he comments mildly, "That way I could have one inside you at all times. Make you think twice about misbehaving, hmm? Would you like that?"

"No, Sir." His voice shakes.

"No? Don't want your day to be interrupted like that? Completely out of your control?"

When Y/n lowers his eyes, Eris answers for him in the same voice you'd use on a disobedient child, "No, it's not nice, is it? Now you know how it feels."

Eris pushes the toy back all the way in. "I'm quite tired today. I think I'll let this lovely device finish you for me"

"Nooo~ Eris, Sir, please, I've waited so long for you"

"You will take what I give you, and you'll thank me for it. Understood?"

He nods, even as a lone tear rolls down his cheek.

"Good, now on your stomach, ass up"

He does as told, burying his face in the pillows, wetting them with his tears. Despite Eris's harshness, he smoothes his hands over Y/n's backside and whispers, "Are you still okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm alright"

Eris places a loving kiss in the middle of his back. He can feel him smile against his skin, and shivers at the words spoken against him in worship. "I wish you could see how gorgeous you are. Especially now, my love. You truly are one of a kind."

Magic encircles Y/n's cock again, but this time it's stimulating, rather than a safe guard. Eris takes a seat a little ways from the bed with the best view of his mate.

He uses the toy to slowly work Y/n up again, bringing back the vibrations. Y/n started bucking his hips despite not having anything to grind on, Eris would've loved to tell him off for it, but decided he'd put his lover through enough for one day.

He starts up the piston again, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his mate arching his back and leaning toward him in a useless attempt to get the toy deeper.

'Are you enjoying yourself, love? Because I certainly am'

The only reply is more whiny, needy moans.

'Close, fawn?'

He screams Eris's name.

'Mmh, music to my ears'

"That's it love, you're doing great. You can let go for me, don't have to hold yourself back anymore."

Y/n shatters, legs shaking even once falling to one side. Eris uses his magic to clean the bed before his mate can land in his own spend, and in the blink of an eye, he's in bed, combing his fingers through Y/n's hair.

"You took it all so well; breathe. Breathe with me"

He tries his best to fall in sync with Eris to calm down quickly, yet it ultimately takes him a few minutes.

"What about you?" Y/n questions in a small meek voice.

"Don't worry about me my love; I already finished myself multiple times while you were having tea"

"You took pleasure in my suffering? Meanie"

"Your meanie though, right?"

"...Yeah. My meanie"

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I’m so beyond glad that my series inspired this because mmmm

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I know you're still busy with my other request, but you said not to hold back so....

Could you do something with this for Ridoc and male medic/healer reader.

Instead of bullets, maybe it could be dagger/sword/metal fragments of some kind

This is such a funny request; I had so much fun writing it, thank you! This is honestly kind of a drabble, but oh well. As always, hope that you enjoy :)

The Medic

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When Ridoc jumps between Violet and Barlowe, he meets a certain first-year healer that he immediately takes a liking to.

Ridoc:

Ridoc has no idea how he got here, but he’s sure that he’s staring at the ceiling in the Infirmary. Ridoc doesn’t fully remember what happened, just that he saw Jack fucking Barlowe heading for Violet and that he’d jumped in between them before he could think or notice that Barlowe had had a dagger. He remembers hearing Violet and Rhiannon yelling at him not to close his eyes, and a blinding pain in his side. Everything after that is hazy behind a sheet of pain, and Ridoc blinks, trying to clear his head. 

“You’re finally awake, good.” A male voice rings out in the otherwise silent Infirmary. 

Ridoc starts, trying to sit up before warm, strong hands push him back down onto his cot. 

“Wha-” Ridoc starts, but a sharp pang in his side had him groaning as he was gently leaned back down. 

“Yeah, like I was about to say, don’t move. There’s still shards of that dagger in your side, we just couldn’t risk getting them out before.” The man is oddly comforting, even as he rolls his eyes in exasperation. 

Ridoc nods slowly, trying to focus on the rather handsome face above him instead of the pain radiating from his side. 

“Gonna give you something for the pain, then I’m going to have to get those shards out, okay?” Ridoc drinks the tonic he’s given with no complaints or questions, ready for the pain to be over. 

He feels a little loopy immediately, and smiles dreamily up at the healer - a first-year, if he’s reading the patch on his shoulder correctly. 

He barely notices the man start pulling the tiny shards of metal out of his side with some tool, he’s too busy staring at his face. 

“Hey, maybe when you’re done we can go out, celebrate your excellent work.” Ridoc has no control over what is coming out of his mouth, and internally he’s screaming. 

“Has anyone ever told you that it’s rude to flirt with your medic?” The crinkle in the man’s eyes and his smile make Ridoc’s heart flutter. 

“What can I say, you’ve been inside me so many times, I’d like to return the favour.” Ridoc slams his mouth shut immediately, his face flushing a deep scarlet.  

“Wha - dude, picking shards of metal out of you isn’t the same thing as - you’re the worst.” The man chuckles, shaking his head. 

Ridoc refuses to look at him. 

“When you’re not high off your ass, ask me again, Gamlyn. You’re all done, sleep it off.” 

Ridoc can’t stop smiling. Maybe he should get stabbed more often.  

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Just remembered it's Saturday tomorrow so I get to read whatever gem you post. Instantly made my day better

Thank you so much omg this made my day

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What'cha cookin' good lookin'?

Haha not much, how about you?

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Ok, idea for a fluff/funny fic. Reader and Bodhi are in a relationship, but no one knows. They can however tell that they like each other. So it's just Bodhi and reader's friends trying to set them up, while they pretend to be oblivious

Thank you so much for this request, it was so cute. I hope you enjoy!

Kind of Oblivious

When Violet and her friends decide to set up you and Bodhi, the two of you decide to play along - even though you're already dating.

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You

Violet was being weird. She was always being weird, mind you, but today especially so. You can’t figure out what she’s planning, but you know it has to be something. After all, she had been staring at you across the dining hall table at breakfast like she was analysing something. When you’d looked up and noticed, and asked her what she was staring at you for, she’d only smiled. When Violet smiled like that, it usually meant trouble. You just had to hope (and pray) that Violet wasn’t about to do something stupid enough to nearly get you all killed. 

Bodhi

Violet was starting to freak him out a little, if he was being honest. He can’t tell if she knows, if she’s planning something, or if she’s just about to cause some petty drama. He knows he should give her the benefit of the doubt, but given Xaden’s taste in women, Bodhi feels entitled to his slight skepticism. Bodhi also really hopes that Violet hasn’t somehow found out about his relationship with his boyfriend, because he hasn’t exactly gotten around to telling Xaden yet. Or anyone else, for that matter. He knows that Xaden would be pissed if Violet told him and he realized that Bodhi had chosen not to tell him. It’s not like Bodhi wasn’t allowed to have his own little secrets here and there, but…Xaden would no doubt want to interrogate the man, and Bodhi decidedly didn’t want that. He shook his head, trying to focus. He’d been holed up in his room all day trying to study, and he had gotten basically nothing done because he was so focused on Violet’s nonsense.  

“What are you thinking about?” Bodhi jumps at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice filling the quiet of his room. 

“Stop doing that!” Bodhi half-heartedly chastises. 

His boyfriend was oddly quiet, quiet enough that Bodhi often didn’t hear him when he snuck up on him. It didn’t help that Bodhi had added him to his room’s wards, allowing him to enter whenever he pleased without Bodhi’s permission. Not that Bodhi minded, not really. 

“If you don’t want me to scare you, you need to get better at listening for me when I come in.” His boyfriend replies matter-of-factly as he strides towards where Bodhi sits at his desk. 

Bodhi rolls his eyes before replying to his boyfriend’s question;

“I was thinking about Violet. She’s acting weird, and it’s making me think that she knows about us, or suspects, and that means that she might tell Xaden and…I haven’t.” He admits.  

“If she does tell Xaden, what do you think is going to happen? Do you think he’ll be angry with you for not telling him?” His boyfriend leans against the desk as he asks. 

“Not angry, no. I think it would hurt him that I didn’t tell him something like this.” Bodhi shudders at the thought.

He’d take Xaden furious any day over Xaden being hurt or upset with him. 

His boyfriend nods in response, letting Bodhi think. 

“Let’s just wait and see what happens before we jump to conclusions. Maybe we’re wrong, and Violet has no idea.” Bodhi decides. 

“You’re right. No sense worrying about nothing.” His boyfriend agrees.  

Then his smile darkens, a familiar emotion sparking in his eyes. 

“Now, how about you take a little break from studying?” His boyfriend nods towards the bed. 

Bodhi grins, standing up from his desk. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

You

“Why do I have to go again?” You ask Violet as you follow her towards the Scribe Quadrant and the Archives. 

“Because I need your help, and besides, we’re friends. We don’t get a lot of time to hang out, I thought it would be nice to talk while we look.” Violet shrugs. 

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the obvious deflection. Whatever Violet had planned, clearly she didn’t want to tell you. 

The two of you walk into the Scribe Quadrant, and you follow Violet as she makes a beeline for a table - a table with a very familiar dark, curly haired figure hunched over a book. All of a sudden, it clicks; Violet doesn’t think the two of you are dating, she thinks that the two of you are pining after each other. She’s setting you up. You barely contain the giggle that wants to bubble up out of your throat at the thought. 

“Hey Bodhi, what’re you doing here?” Violet asks. 

You make eye contact with Bodhi, and watch him put together the pieces the same way that you did. He tamps down a smile when he figures it out, instead answering Violet’s question;

“I’m just helping Xaden out with some research for a project, he just left to grab more books. What are you two doing here?” Your smile widens as Bodhi plays along. 

“We’re also doing research for a project, mind if we join you two?” Violet not-so-subtly looks around for wherever Xaden must be hiding. 

“Not at all.” Bodhi smiles at Violet’s request, moving books out of the way so that the two of you can sit down. 

“Actually, I have to go grab some books for us, so why don’t you just wait here?” Violet calls over her shoulder at you as she walks towards the seemingly endless rows of shelves.

You look at Bodhi, smiling.

“Feel like playing along?” You ask quietly.

“She put so much work into this, it would be rude not to.” Bodhi smiles back. 

The two of you sit for an hour talking, smiling. Not hiding the feelings you have for each other. The two of you don’t even realize how much time has passed until the bells chime to signs that the Archives are closing, and both of you are forced to leave. Bodhi had spotted Xaden and Violet leaving, and Xaden had flashed him a knowing smile. 

He was waiting for the two of you as you exited the Archives, leaning up against the wall with a knowing smirk on his face. 

“I was waiting for you to tell me, cousin, but then Violet and her friends seemed so excited to play matchmaker that I couldn’t resist.” Xaden chuckles. 

“Her friends were in on it too?” You blurt out. “Oh yes, this was quite the group effort.” Xaden nods. 

“How long have you known?” Bodhi asks quietly. 

Xaden sobers. 

“Almost the entire time. I was just waiting for you to tell me.” Xaden shrugs. 

Bodhi laughs. 

“I hope Violet enjoyed herself.” You mutter, finally allowing yourself to roll your eyes a little, even though a smile crosses your face. 

“She’ll be delighted to see that her plan worked.” Xaden responds, already striding down the hallway. 

“Now she gets credit for our relationship?” You grumble jokingly, and Bodhi laughs in response. 

“Who cares? We don’t have to hide anymore, at least.” Bodhi takes your hand as you walk back towards the Rider’s Quadrant. 

He’s right, you think. You don’t have to hide anymore.

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Hey! Just checking in, wondering if you have any wips cause I miss your writing ✍️

Hi! Thank you so much, I write post once a week on Saturdays, so you’ll get something new tomorrow!

If you have a specific idea please feel free to request it :)

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Class In Session

Day 13: Toys - Azriel/Female reader

Summery: Azriel is trying to teach his spy in training that one should always remain focused, no matter the situation.

Warnings: Swearing, indifferent azriel, orgasm denial, implied cheating? (No actual cheating)

Dividers by: @mikeykuns

Word count: 1.5k

I feel like I'm staring through the case study rather than at it. I don't comprehend a single sentence. Not one. Every letter warps into an unrecognisable symbol just as my eyes pass over them. The documents have become impossible to read, yet still I stare, because he is behind me. Watching. Evaluating. And I'll be damned if I clue him in to my struggles.

"You're going to have to learn to read faster," he says, infuriatingly calm from somewhere to my left, "It's been almost twenty minutes and you're still on the same page"

I lock my jaw, decidedly not saying anything. Admittedly my silence is only because I can't think straight long enough to formulate one, but that's beside the point.

I hear the faintest click of a dial, and the vibrations bullying my clit increase. I want to scream. To moan. To take out this stupid toy and throw it into the depths of the cauldron, but I can't. I don't.

I sit still, and pretend to read, like a good student.

Azriel smiles darkly behind me. I can't see it, but I can feel the smugness emanating off of him. The spymaster stalks around me silently, the only indication of movement being his piercing hazel orbs burning into me.

I know the questions will start soon, and yet not a single word has registered. All I can think about is the rising orgasm building in my core. Azriel is bound to ask something about the time of capture, the fae's likeness, the information that was gained, all things I don't have answers to.

"You have ten more minutes Y/n," he reminds me of the time slipping through my fingers.

"Remember, you don't get to cum until you get 90% of the questions correct within the time frame"

I internally groan. This test is impossible. How could anyone study a report with a toy teasing both entrances, clamps on your nipples, and Azriel, probably the most beautiful fae in the entirety of Prythian, staring at your completely naked form. All of this has to be done in half an hour, and then you have to answer 20 questions, that could very well be, 'What is the most common type of tree in the forest that the stake out took place in?' or worse, 'What was the name of the fae to the right of the target?' both of which are things I had been asked in the last five hours. Yep. Five. Hours.

"Az, when do I get a break?"

"When you get it right," he responds. No emotion, no mercy, "And it's 'Sir', to you."

"Azriel," I say with frustration, but he is quick to deliver a sharp slap to my thigh.

"Try again," he says, and the vibrations in my ass and on my clit speed up to the edge of pain. Azriel even tugs gently on the chain connecting the clamps, just to add insult to injury.

"Sir," I grit out, "this is ridiculous,"

"This is spy training. If you don't like it, leave"

I clench my jaw again. I have the sudden desire to choke the life out of him, but somehow, I manage to resist. Eventually I force my eyes open, and back to the page.

'Nyra is a wraith. Her mission is to find and copy a scroll from Keir's private collection. The date is October 13th...'

The words skew again before I can even get to the second paragraph. Azriel walks up behind my chair. He uses one hand to brush the hair off my shoulder, and leans down, his lips ghosting over my neck right under my ear. My breath catches, eyes closing once again.

"Two minutes"

Fuck

I snap out of it, straining my eyes to bloody read the damn page!

He grazes both arms with feather-light touches, absolutely demolishing my non-existent focus.

"Az— Sir, you're being unfair"

"So?" He drawls, not even attempting to deny it. The nerve! "Do you think you're enemy will spare you because the way they found you was 'unfair'?"

Okay, he may have a point, but wasn't I at a disadvantage enough? "No..." I admit anyway.

"Then stop whining," His gaze flicks to the clock in the corner of the room, "Time's up" He snatches the Case study off the desk, giving it a flick of his wrist to read the information. He scans the first page in under a minute. Show off.

"Where did the mission take place?" Easy questions first.

"The court of Nightmares, in Keir's palace"

He dips his head, shuffling the pages.

"What was the information found going to be used for?"

Shit, I have no idea. I never got that far.

Shadows rise from the dark corners, crawling up between my legs, pushing the vibrator in deeper.

"aahhh, Az— Fuck— Sir, please"

"Answer the question," He says it like it's nothing. His tone too casual, too unbothered.

I can only get two questions wrong, otherwise it's an automatic fail. Well, not a fail, I just don't get to cum, which is infinitely worse.

"Umm, it was uh, going to be used to determine any schemes Keir might try in the next meeting," I'm careful not to let it sound like a question.

Azriel nods again. Was I really right? Damn, I just guessed.

He continues asking question after question. I fumble through each one, not at all sure I'm getting any of them right. It doesn't help that Az gives no indication whatsoever either.

Finally, after about thirteen eternities, it's over. Azriel files the paper away without a word.

"So? How'd I do?"

He pauses, allowing time to pass just to make the anticipation worse. His hazel gaze slices into me like a knife, " One out of twenty," The words are curt, final.

Well, shit.

"We've run out of time. Training is over for today. We'll try again tomorrow"

I groan loudly, dreading it already. I can't imagine tomorrow will go any better than today went.

Azriel raises a brow, "If you don't like it—"

"Then leave, yeah, yeah, I know."

I am so, so close to strangling him in his sleep.

He steps up to the chair, and kneels, gently coaxing out the vibrator. He stands, and has me lean forward into him so he can do the same for the butt plug. Azriel then carefully unclips the nipple clamps, and my body sags in relief. For about ten seconds before hesitant confusion causes me to tense.

Azriel walks away, and starts cleaning and disinfecting the toys.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up," He states, like it's the most logical next step after all of this bullshit.

"Why?"

"It would be unsanitary if I—"

"No, I mean, why are you doing that now?" I emphasis. Surely he has to be joking.

"What else would I be doing?" He doesn't look back at all, just continues to meticulously clean each and every crevice.

"Are you being serious right now?" Maybe he's just being dense. Too little sleep last night, you know?

He stays silent, clearly showing he believes the answer to be blindingly obvious.

"Azriel," I can see him about to correct me to 'Sir'

"No. Training's over. Your name is Azriel," He contemplates this for a moment, eventually giving the signal for me to finish what I was originally saying.

"You have kept me on edge for almost six hours, and you're not going to fix it?"

"You didn't succeed. In six hours, not once did you get ninety percent, and worse, when you didn't know, you guessed. In this line of work, no answer, is better than a wrong answer. You haven't earned an orgasm."

I sputter, looking like a fish out of water. "That's— I— You can't—"

"I can. I have. I will. If you want that problem of yours fixed," A devilish smile plasters itself on his face, and I want nothing more than to wipe it off, "then I suggest you speak to your husband"

Asshole

I lay in bed unbearably horny, waiting for my husband to get home. I hear the front door open, something he really only does for my benefit. He purposefully makes enough noise for me to hear him removing his siphons. All seven of them.

Shadows rush to our room and skitter across my skin excitedly. I do my best to ignore them, but I love the little things too much. I play with them to pass the time, but he's taking suspiciously long.

"Go tell your master to hurry up. I'm in a bad mood"

They disappear down the stairway, and no longer than a few seconds does Azriel show up.

"My love, how was your day?"

As if you don't know. "Terrible. My boss made me go the entire day without a break"

He climbs onto the bed, rubbing my arm soothingly, "That's horrible. He sounds like a complete jackass"

I glare at him with so much intensity, it makes my eyes hurt, "I assure you, he is"

"Would fucking the day away make it better? We can do it anyway you like. I'll make you feel so good"

"You better. You have no idea close you are to not waking up tomorrow"

He huffs out a laugh, "Is that so? Well then allow me to pull the odds in my favour"

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I saw that you're in the mood to write angst. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FIR THIS

If you haven't finished onyx storm, delete this now.

Okay, so, you know those aaric fics you wrote?

How about aaric sees a future where reader dies. He does everything he can to prevent it, trying to keep in out of any violent classes.

But reader gets severely injured anyway while protecting aaric, and he's just begging him to survive

This request is everything, I loved it so much! As always, I hope that you like it! (ONYX STORM SPOILERS)

When Aaric has a premonition that shows his boyfriend dying, he does everything he can to prevent it.

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Aaric:

He’s at Basgiath, standing in the middle of the courtyard. He can’t see more than a few feet ahead of him; there are shadows so thick that they look like walls of night. Aaric lurches forward, forcing the body that he notices is aching and sore to keep moving, to keep looking for - he looks down. 

The choked scream that flies from his mouth as he drops to his knees is animalistic as it cleaves the silence that had been wrapped around him and the man laying on the ground at his feet. 

Shaky hands reach out to touch the man’s neck and wrist, to feel for a pulse that isn’t there, and Aaric’s hands press harder as the tears start to fall. His vision blurs, but he wipes them away as he continues to try to find any sign that the man that he loves is alive. There’s nothing - no pulse, no reaction when Aaric grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him. 

He thinks he’s screaming. He thinks he’s yelling the man’s name over and over. 

Someone is calling him. He ignores the familiar voice, too focused on his boyfriend. It doesn’t matter, whatever they want can wait. 

“-ric. Aaric! Aaric!” Aaric lurches up in bed, gasping for air. 

He looks around frantically, tears starting to fall as he sees the man kneeling on the bed next to him. The man blinks, a stunned expression crossing his face as he sees Aaric’s tears. It only lasts a second before Aaric is gently tugged against a warm chest and back under the blankets. No one speaks; his boyfriend rubs his back as Aaric silently cries and clings onto him like if he doesn’t hold him tight enough he’ll disappear. 

Eventually, the tears slow. Aaric blinks puffy, red-rimmed eyes up at his boyfriend, flinching a little at the memory of his unseeing, unblinking eyes the flashes in his mind as Aaric sees his face. 

“You were screaming and I couldn’t,” the other man’s breath catches, “I couldn’t wake you up. I didn’t know what to do.” Aaric burrows tighter against his boyfriend at the raw fear still lacing the words. 

He opens his mouth to tell him…but he can’t. Aaric tries again, but he still can’t force the words out. 

“It was just a bad dream. Sorry for scaring you.” He mumbles instead.

He can tell that his boyfriend isn’t convinced, but he doesn’t pry. He just kisses Aaric on the top of his head and settles them back into bed.

How could Aaric tell him that his “dream” was not just a dream when he still hadn’t been honest about his signet? He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t tell anyone; he just couldn't. 

“Sleep, Aaric. We still have hours until sunup. I’ll be here.” Aaric tries to fight the growing tiredness that had taken over as the panic left him, but his eyes slip closed. 

The next day, he barely pays attention in Battle Brief, electing instead to turn over every part of his dream from the night before. It barely gives him anything to work with, but he knows that courtyard. He knows that when it happens, it’ll happen in the Rider’s Quadrant. He also knows, based on the limited amount of knowledge he has about his signet, that the black shadows indicate that someone is powerful enough to shield themself from him - something that does not bode well for the future. He has to find a way to stop it, to keep his boyfriend safe. Whatever it takes. 

You 

For the last week and a half, Aaric has been borderline clingy. Wherever you went, whatever you were doing, he was there alongside you. You’d tried to talk to him about it, but you only ever got vague responses about wanting to spend more time with you. It has been driving you crazy; clearly something is wrong, but he refuses to talk to you about it. No matter how many times you ask, no matter how many times you remind him that you were, in fact, perfectly capable of taking care of and protecting yourself, he just won’t listen. 

“Aaric. Enough, this is getting ridiculous. I’m perfectly capable of walking myself back to my room to grab my textbook. It is a five minute walk.” While you appreciate how much he cares for you, the overprotectiveness that he’s been showing lately was really starting to get on your nerves. 

Not to mention that you were sure that he and Violet were planning something, and yet when you’d asked he’d simply said that they had been talking about his brother. 

He’d lied to you. You were sure of it. 

“Please, just let me walk with you.” Aaric trailed after you, much to your annoyance. 

“You won’t tell me what the hell is wrong, you won’t leave me alone, gods, Aaric, what the hell is going on?” You whirl around in the middle of the courtyard, uncaring that everyone else around you is staring. 

“I just…I’m scared. That’s all.” Aaric looks at the ground. 

You deflate, anger forgotten. 

“I’m sorry for yelling, Aaric. That wasn’t fair. You have to talk to me about this kind of thing. I can’t understand if you don’t explain.” You remind him gently, tugging him into your chest as you talk. 

He nods against you silently, and you both continue your walk to your room. Hopefully this paranoia will wear off in a few days. 

Aaric

It’s been months since he’d had that premonition. His paranoia has only increased, to the point where he knew that he needed to come clean about it, or his relationship might end. He could tell that his boyfriend, though he was trying to be understanding, was reaching his wits end with his behavior. He’d already lost some trust when he hadn’t told him about his and Violet’s plan to steal the journals of the First Six. Even though he’d been fine, his boyfriend had still been furious with him for putting himself at risk without telling him. Which, Aaric could admit, he should have expected. 

He honestly thinks he prefers Aretia, even though he knows that it’s not going to last forever. At least here, he’s less worried. Here, he knows that his boyfriend is safe, far away from the courtyard in his vision. He thinks that he can find peace here while he sorts the rest of it out. 

Until Melgren sends a letter, asking for a meeting. Until Violet and Xaden figure out that the Venin are going to attack Basgiath. 

Until he knows that his boyfriend is going to head back to the courtyard he’s seen in his nightmares every night for months. Aaric has to do something, he has to stop his boyfriend somehow. He knows, knows that if his boyfriend tries to fight to defend Basgiath, that he won’t survive. 

“You aren’t coming.” Violet forbade all the first years from joining them. 

Aaric, for all the fuss he put up, was also secretly, selfishly, horribly relieved. A relief that lasted all of a few hours before all of the first years managed to convince Violet’s brother to let them go. 

“Stay. Here. Please, you just have to trust me, you have to stay here.” Aaric wasn’t above pleading, not when his boyfriend’s life was on the line.

“Aaric, if you’re going, I’m going. End of discussion.” Aaric tries to chase after him, but his boyfriend scales his dragon and takes off before he can continue the argument. 

Fuck. 

You

Battle is awful. You stay by Aaric’s side the entire time, refusing to leave him alone for even a moment. Thankfully, you’ve only been killing the wyvern before they can get to the infantry, and no venin have made appearances. Currently, your dragons are above you, giving you and Aaric cover while the two of you protect the infantry. 

A flash of silver out of the corner of your eye catches your attention as you stand in Basgiath’s courtyard, and you whirl to see - fuck.

A venin, stalking towards the two of you with a gleam in her eye and a dagger in her hand. 

Aaric doesn’t see her, focused on a wyvern. Without thinking, you bolt in front of her, in between them. As long as Aaric is okay, everything will be fine. 

You can’t stop the pained wheeze that you let out as her dagger slots neatly home in your chest, nor the strangled cry when she rips it out before disappearing. You can’t focus beyond the pain well enough to wonder why she didn’t drain the both of you. You can hear, vaguely, a roar that you know is your dragon’s as he bolts to the ground, landing with a loud thud. 

“Why would you do that?” You smile weakly up at the scaly snout the bobs into your field of vision as your dragon towers over Aaric to look at you. 

Aaric. 

“Y-You’re going to be fine, it’s fine. You’re fine.” Aaric was putting pressure on the wound, but you knew that it wouldn’t make a difference. 

You lift your hand up to cup his cheek, wiping away the tears streaking down his face. 

“It’s okay, Aaric. It’s okay.” You force out the words, fatigue threatening to drag you under already. 

“Please, please stay awake! Please, you can’t- you can’t leave me.” Aaric was sobbing now, and you could feel tears falling from your own eyes as well. 

“I’m sorry. I wish I could have been a better rider.” You say your goodbye to your dragon, guilt gnawing at you. 

“You were the best rider I ever had.” Your dragon responds more gently than ever before. 

“I love you, Aaric.” You cough out. 

“No, no no, please, please!” Aaric’s screams fade as your eyes close for the last time. 

Aaric

He shakes the man he loved. Nothing. He feels for the pulse that he had felt fade away. Nothing. The battle around him wages, and he doesn’t care. Let a venin come. At least then, he wouldn’t be alone. At least then, he’d see him again.

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When Violet and Liam find Bodhi and his boyfriend kissing, he has to come clean - but he makes them promise not to tell Xaden…which lasts all of a day.

Bodhi

“Shit, we can’t- we can’t do this he-re, fuck!” Bodhi’s words rang with laughter as his head fell backwards, his boyfriend’s mouth on his neck making it a challenge to stay quiet. 

He looked around the Archives, making sure that no one could see them as they hid between two shelves. Bodhi was basically keeping himself upright with his back pressed against one of them, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible as he kissed his boyfriend. 

One of his favourite things about his boyfriend was how little he cared about what other people thought about him. 

It made Bodhi feel so much less worried about other people and their opinions when his boyfriend was around, constantly telling him that “other people’s opinions are stupid, you should only listen to mine and I think that you’re perfect”. It also made him feel so…loved. Deeply and truly loved in a way that even Xaden couldn’t make him feel. 

His boyfriend’s clever, mean hands pull him out of his thoughts as they sneak up his shirt, sliding up his sides and -

“Fuck, why are your hands so cold?” Bodhi half-twists away, hissing as his boyfriend chuckles against his neck. 

“Why is your skin so hot, Bodhi?” Bodhi blushes at the innuendo, hands pulling at his boyfriend’s back to get him closer. 

“Because you’re - you know why!” He was beyond feeling embarrassed as he enjoyed the attention his boyfriend was giving him. 

“Uh. Bodhi?” Bodhi’s head jerks up so fast he nearly slams it into his boyfriend’s, but he’s also pulling away to stare at the small woman staring at them from the end of the aisle.

Violet. Fuck. 

“What do you want to do here, Bodhi?” His boyfriend whispers, quiet enough that Violet can’t hear him. 

Bodhi smiles, grateful that his boyfriend is giving him the choice to tell Violet or not. 

The smile drops as another rider steps into sight behind Violet. Tall, incredibly muscular, blond hair. Liam. 

Fuck. 

Liam’s pupils widen as he tries to use his signet to see them better from down the aisle, but Bodhi reaches out a palm and twists his arm, stopping him. 

“Let me talk to them first.” He whispers to the rider who had stepped back, away from him. 

Bodhi misses his warmth against him already. The rider nods, allowing Bodhi to walk just in front of him as they make their way to Violet and Liam, who both wait silently for them. 

“Hi…” Bodhi trails off, not quite knowing what to say. 

“Who’s this, Bodhi?” Liam asks assertively, eyes roaming over the man he didn’t know, looking for a threat. 

“My boyfriend. He’s…he’s my boyfriend.” Bodhi can’t quite look at them. 

He leans back into the hand that wraps around his waist in comfort. He listens as his boyfriend properly introduces himself, and as Violet and Liam do the same. It’s nice to hear them all speak to his boyfriend, to properly introduce them. 

“You can’t tell Xaden. Please.” Bodhi blurts out, interrupting the conversation. 

“Why?” Liam asks warily, already reassessing the man behind Bodhi. 

Violet smacks him on the arm lightly, and Bodhi smiles a little at the smaller girl’s understanding. As much as Violet was a bit of a liability, she was far kinder than most other riders were. 

“He doesn’t have to tell Xaden if he doesn’t want to, and we’re not going to tell him. Right, Liam?” Violet widens her eyes emphatically. 

“Oh, right, okay, yeah. We won’t say anything.” Liam nods as he understands Violet’s meaning. 

They both knew how overprotective Xaden could be. Bodhi wasn’t trying to hide his boyfriend from his cousin, not really. He was just worried that if he were to introduce Xaden to his boyfriend, Xaden would interrogate the poor man about absolutely everything until he’d decided that he could trust him. Honestly, even then, he’d never fully be happy about Bodhi dating someone, not with the many, many risks involved. 

Lost in his thoughts again, he barely registered that he’d started to walk back to the Rider’s Quadrant with his boyfriend, Violet and Liam. 

“You okay, love?” His boyfriend stopped him a few paces behind Violet and Liam, a gentle love and worry in his eyes.  

His hand reached up to cup Bodhi’s cheek, and he turned his face into it, basking in the comfort his boyfriend was giving him. 

“I’m just…I don’t know how Xaden would react. To me dating someone, I mean. He wouldn’t care because it was you, he’s just…he can get very overprotective and it can cause some real issues sometimes. I just worry that he’d go a bit overboard trying to vet you and…and scare you away.” Bodhi closes his eyes at the admission. 

“Bodhi, love, look at me please,” Bodhi opens his eyes to gaze into his boyfriend’s finding nothing but love there, “I would never let Xaden Riorson scare me off. I can understand, given everything the man has been through, why he’d be more cautious around new people. I don’t mind him needing to make sure that he can trust me with you and your happiness.” Bodhi smiles at the confirmation. 

It eases the anxiety rolling in his chest to know that Xaden wouldn’t be enough to scare this man away. Even though Xaden wouldn’t find out…probably. 

You

Xaden had been following you for the last ten minutes, and you were getting a bit sick of it. You whirl around, trying to find him in the crowd of riders hurrying from class to class. You whip your head around, but you’ve lost him. Fuck. That wasn’t good.  

An arm yanks you off your feet, hauling you to a secluded part of the courtyard, hidden from prying eyes.

“What?” You demand, staring up into the eyes of Garrick Tavis. 

You should’ve known that Xaden wouldn’t be alone. Tavis looks you up and down, assessing with a cold gaze. You rip your arm from his hold, staring him down just as he does to you. 

“What have you been doing with my cousin, cadet? Someone told me that you two have been getting very…close lately. What do you want from him?” Xaden’s voice cuts through the air in his usual bored drawl. 

You turn around, noting that they’ve effectively surrounded you. Great. 

“I don’t want anything from him. We’re just close. That’s it.” You choose your words carefully.  

You don’t want to potentially out Bodhi to his cousin and friend, but you also don’t want to lie to Xaden Riorson. 

“How close?” Garrick asks sharply from behind you. 

Fuck. You think through possible responses, but finally you decide to be at least half-honest. 

“I care a lot about him. I…honestly, I love him. I don’t know if he feels the same way, though. I haven’t worked up the courage to tell him.” You swallow, realizing the enormity of what you’d just said.   

“You love me?” You spin around to face the voice. 

To face Bodhi. The look in his eyes makes you smile. The fading panic in his face and slight panting tell you that when he found out what his family was doing, he came running. 

“I love you, Bodhi.” You can’t lie. 

You won’t. Not about this, not to him. 

“I love you too.” You meet each other in the middle, kissing each other gently, softly, lovingly. 

“Alright, enough. I trust you. Gods, I never want to see that again.” Xaden strides away, Garrick beside him. 

“Who told you?” Bodhi breaks the kiss to call after them.

“Violet needs to work on her shielding a little more before she can fully keep me out.” Xaden calls back. 

“Of course it was Violet.” Bodhi chuckles against your lips. 

“I think I passed the test.” You chuckle back. 

“You love me.” Bodhi says it with a small amount of awe in his voice, enough to have you pulling him closer against you. 

“I love you.” You know you’ll have to say it a few more times before he really starts to believe it. 

“I love you too.” Bodhi barely gets the words out before you kiss him again. 

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Take The Reins

Day 2: Shibari - Sub!Bodhi/M!reader

Summery: Bodhi has been really stressed, so many responsibilities weighing him down, he just needs someone else to take control.

Warnings: Bondage, Ropes, Mdni, Blindfold, established relationship, Onyx Storm spoilers, Swearing, Mxm, Male!reader, traffic light system, slight hair pulling, oral, deep throating, mentions of gag, implied oral fixation, praise, two uses of Y/n, cum play? At the very end though.

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

Word Count: 1.9k

His breathing was slow, and measured. With every rise of his chest, the black ropes dug into his skin just a little, not enough to hurt, but enough that he couldn't forget they were there.

He sat kneeling on the carpet of his old room in Aretia. His eyes covered with a matching set to the ropes of silken cloth. His hands were behind his back, and his shins were strapped firmly to his thighs.

The gag, that came with the blindfold and ropes lay on the bedside table.

'But such pretty sounds come out of that perfect mouth. Why would I want to muffle those?'

He could still hear an echo of your deep sardonic voice, and it sent shivers down his spine. He knew that its' placement was strategic, not in use, but within reach in case he decided to use that 'perfect mouth' for smart ass remarks. A Bodhi special.

His cock lay aching between his spread thighs. You hadn't even begun teasing him and he was already desperate.

It had been a long and stressful week. With all his new responsibilities as a Wingleader, and now both Xaden and Garrick have left on the mission to find the Irids. Dain went as well, which normally Bodhi wouldn't care, but he left his whole wing behind and Dain's second in command was currently in the infirmary. Somehow Bodhi had been the lucky one unofficially selected to pick up the slack. He still has to do his own studies, and has been working day in and day out to find a cure for his cousin, oh, and on top of all that, they're still fighting a fucking war!

Over all, a shit week. Once he'd dragged himself back to his room and saw you standing there, he practically collapsed onto you. Arms wrapped above your waist while he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"My heart, what's wrong?"

The icing on the cake of all the continuous bullshit was that he hadn't gotten to see or talk to you the entire time. You may have been a third year like him, but you weren't in his chain of command.

"I don't wanna be in control right now. I don't wanna have to think at all"

The only upside to all of this, was that with Xaden and Garrick gone, he didn't have to smuggle you into his room, you could just stroll in whenever you both had time.

He hadn't told anyone about you, not because he thought they'd freak out about him being bi, no, he feels he's left sufficient hints over the years. Bodhi kept your relationship private because Xaden is particularly picky with who he trusts (for good reason) and he doesn't think that his cousin would approve. Not without getting to know you. Or at least Xaden's version of that.

While Bodhi feels horrible thinking it, Xaden being venin has taken his attention elsewhere, which has made it possible to hide the relationship and indulge in it too. Bodhi doesn't think it would have been under wraps for long if not for that fact. As much as his cousin would deny it, Xaden is a nosy busy body, who has a whole itinerary of secrets, but flips out when someone keeps a secret from him.

You had wrapped your arms around him, stroking his hair in a soothing motion.

"Alright, I can do that for you"

What followed is a bit hazy in Bodhi's mind. He wasn't paying attention to what you were doing, but he could vaguely feel his clothes being slipped off. When he saw you bring out the ropes, he let out a sigh of relief, knowing exactly what you were about to do.

You had only used them once before. Bodhi remembers the day you had told him about it. You were blushing profusely, and could barely get the words out. He had chuckled saying he'd be happy to learn how to do Shibari for you, but then you became even more embarrassed while trying to articulate that you wanted to tie him up.

It was safe to say he was surprised. On the mat or in the field, you were an exceptional cadet, but in bed? You were a submissive little thing, always ready to do exactly as Bodhi asked.

He had gotten the whole set as a present for your six month anniversary. The first and so far only time you used it was like no other. Bodhi had never felt so helpless yet so safe in his life.

It took time to get the ropes on him, but he didn't mind. Your meticulous movements were calming. He enjoyed the motions, letting you move him around as needed. Smooth black ropes crossed over his torso and looped around his shins and thighs, tying them together. Once done, you had settled him on a pillow in front of the bed.

You stood before him now, hand playing with his hair lovingly. You cradled his face, tilting it upwards so that it was level with your pulsing dick.

"Open"

Bodhi obliged immediately, his body almost vibrating with anticipation. You hovered just outside his mouth. When he poked his tongue out to taste, you pulled back, telling him to be patient.

You rested the head on his bottom lip, inhaling sharply as Bodhi's breathe ran over it.

"Colour?"

"Green" Bodhi whispers, barely restraining himself from leaning forward.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and he relaxes his throat as you push in. Everything. All at once. Bodhi struggles to adjust to the intrusion as you hold it there, fully sheathed in his throat. You run a finger down his neck over where Bodhi is sure you can see it's been stretched to accommodate your girth.

You take mercy on him, pulling back a little so that he can breathe. His chest rises rapidly now, it makes the ropes rub against his nipples. It isn't a coarse rope, so it doesn't hurt, but is makes him squirm and his cock twitch.

You wait until he's caught his breath before thrusting back in, however this time, you drag him up and down your length. Bodhi's eyes rolled to the back of his head. He loved giving oral, to men and women. He didn't quite know what about it was so addicting to him, but he knew he didn't care, as long as his partner enjoyed it.

Muffled sounds slipped out from around your dick, saliva dripping down onto Bodhi's chin only to be wiped away by you. He could hear the sound of you putting the spit covered fingers in your mouth, exaggerating your movements for his benefit. Precum dripped from the head of his cock onto the pillow forming a puddle. He tried bucking his hips, but found that it was impossible with his restrictions.

He let out a stuttered whine, your thrusts relentless.

"So good. You're being so good for me," The words are breathy, and saturated with restraint. You weren't used to being the dominant one, to holding out, making the other person cum first. You were struggling to draw this out.

It made him smile. He swirled his tongue around you in a way he knew you loved. You let out a moan that pitched into a whine, your grip on his hair tightening. To your credit, you didn't immediately explode down his throat like he expected you to. No, instead, you pulled out lightning fast.

Bodhi could tell you hadn't cum by the frustrated groan you let out. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself while you desperately tried to calm your sharp, panting breaths. Once you had, you walked back over to him, ripping off the blindfold. The room was dim, so it didn't take him long for his eyes to adjust.

Grabbing his hair, you tugged his head back to look at you. He couldn't help but let his eyes rove over you, your skin covered in the thinnest sheen of sweat. Absolutely gorgeous.

"Stop it," you command firmly, the words hissed through your teeth, but both of you could hear the small shake in your voice.

"I'm the dominant one tonight. You asked for this."

"I did, but you seem to be struggling a bit to... restrain yourself." Bodhi flexed his muscles, emphasising the very obvious pun referring to his position.

Your eyes narrow, "Smart ass. Don't make me use the gag"

"Of course not, we wouldn't want tha- ahh!" Bodhi's response was cut short when you lifted him off the ground and onto the bed like he weighed nothing. Sometimes it was easy to forget how strong you were despite being almost Garrick's size because of the way you held yourself. You tended to contort your body in whatever way took up the least space. It was a bad habit you'd gained from years of shit family and friends beating you down. You two were working on getting your confidence up, but, baby steps.

Despite no longer bearing a blindfold, Bodhi still couldn't see what you were doing in the dark room. After some time, he felt the bed dip with your weight, could feel your legs settle on either side of him.

It shocked him when he felt a cold substance drip onto his shaft. Lube. He realised. You were going to ride him.

You'd never done that before. Not only was Bodhi the first man you'd ever been with, but also the first relationship you'd had reaching this level of intimacy. Bodhi had offered once, but you'd said you weren't ready.

"Y/n, you don't have to-"

"I know. I want to."

"Colour?" You ask.

"Green" He replies with the cheekiest smile known to both dragon and man.

You applied lube to your own fingers and started prepping yourself. With both hands on his chest, you slowly sunk down on him.

"Fuck! So full"

Bodhi couldn't take his eyes off you. The position wasn't particularly comfortable for him, hands behind his back and calves tied to his thighs, but the view was ten outta ten.

Your eyes met Bodhi's, and they softened.

"You know, you might just make me religious again," You start, "because there is no way you were made without some kind of deity putting in a lifetimes worth of effort to create you. I swear to the gods, I have never seen someone so beautiful."

Bodhi can't help but feel the love he has for you over flow within him.

"Please kiss me."

You smile and accept, leaning down to meet his lips. At the same moment, you start moving. Fuck, it feels better than he thought it would, and he was already prepared to get his shit rocked.

You both moaned into each other's mouths, unable to pull away. You're trying your very best to keep it in, to wait until Bodhi cums first. Your brow furrows in concentration, but eventually you have to resort to keeping a firm grip on the base of your cock.

"Bodhi, Bodhi I- I can't. I'm so close."

"I know, me too"

You hold on for dear life, waiting for him to spill into you. You have a death grip on both your dick and the bed sheet beside his head.

"Please Bodhi, please!"

He doesn't hold back, loud, lewd moans falling from his lips and echoing in the room. You quickly release yourself, cumming on Bodhi's abs, another one of his unexplained kinks.

You bend down, almost folding your spine in half to lick a long stripe up from his stomach to his chest.

"Fuck, Y/n, don't do that, you'll make me hard again"

You laugh, and clean him up with a towel placed for this exact purpose in the bedside table drawer. Once clean, you try to get off, but Bodhi stops you right before you do. You look at him in question, hoping you didn't forget anything.

"Thank you," He says, "it means more to me than you'll ever know." His eyes shine with love.

"I think I have a pretty good idea"

You both settle in bed, falling into a deep sleep. Things would still be tough tomorrow, but at least you'd have each other.

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