Austin has a break from filming and takes a self care day. Heading to the park he crashes into Imani. He’s head over heels from the second he lays eyes on her.
After the Battle of Resson , the reader decides on an...unusual interrogation tactic to make sure that now Xaden is telling the truth (A.K.A Sub!Xaden Riorson x Male reader). This can be read as a part two to 'Traitor', or as a standalone.
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Xaden knows that he’s pissed.
He had been expecting anger, betrayal, even a little initial hatred. He hadn’t been expecting to see a raw hurt in the rider’s eyes as he spoke to Syrena, as he admitted to being a traitor, as he admitted to lying and keeping secrets.
He’d gone into Resson praying to every god he could that they both would come out of it alive; and, selfishly, praying that the man would be willing to listen to him afterwards.
Liam had been injured so badly that they’d had to fly to Aretia, to Brennan, adding another few lies to the growing list he needed to apologize for. Thankfully, all of the others had been willing to do anything to save Liam’s life, so they hadn’t put up much of a fight about bringing the lone Navarrian along.
Said Navarrian was currently in his room, as he’d been for the day and a half that they’d been at Riorson House. Beyond sleeping in the same room, Xaden hadn’t seen or talked to him. He had busied himself with seeing to Liam, both to avoid the potential fallout and to give them both a chance to cool off and recover.
That plan had been working well, until Brennan had finally had enough of him, and had kicked him out with strict orders not to come back until he’d talked it out with the rider he’d hidden in his bedroom.
Xaden walks into his room, quickly spotting the other man standing by the window that overlooked Aretia.
“Ready to tell the truth?” the man snarks, without turning to see who had walked in.
“You already know what you need to know.” Xaden returns, just as sassily.
He kept secrets because he’d needed to, not because he wanted to. The sooner that this rider could accept that there would, at least for the foreseeable future, always be secrets between them, the better.
The other man turned, then, to face him. Something dark flitted across his expression before it was replaced with a smirk that rivaled his own.
He stayed where he was as the man strode across the room to him, letting himself be caged between the rider and the closed door at his back.
“No, Xaden, I don’t know everything I need to know, do I? And besides, you lied about everything. How could I possibly trust that anything you’ve said is the truth?” Xaden bristled at the hissed accusation.
“I don’t lie. Not to you. I didn’t tell you things, yes, but I’ve never lied.” he returns, defensive.
The man grasped his chin, hard, and tilted it down to properly meet his gaze. Xaden’s breath caught in his throat.
“Let’s prove that, shall we?” Xaden couldn’t quite repress the slight shudder at the purr in his ear, the implications of its tone.
“Whatever will make you feel better, sweetheart.” he smirked.
The rider’s eyes grew darker, focusing on Xaden in a way that tried to shred through his arrogant and confident mask.
“Strip, Xaden.” the rider stepped away, moving to the middle of the room, eyes remaining fixed on him.
“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.” Xaden makes it a show.
He takes off each dagger and sword slowly, striding to the desk where he places them neatly down. The rider watches silently. He slowly peels off his clothing layer by layer, trying to ignore the gaze pinning him to the floor. When he’s finished, he stands just as tall as he always does, meeting the man’s gaze.
“Now what, sweetheart?” Xaden takes no small amount of pleasure in seeing the obvious effect he’s had on the other man.
The other rider stalks towards him, walking him backwards until the backs of his knees brush the side of the bed, and then pushes him down to sit. He grabs Xaden’s hair, pulling it back roughly until their eyes meet. Xaden can’t help the small groan he makes in response to the rough treatment.
“Here’s the plan: I fuck you until I’m sure that you’re telling the truth about everything I know you lied about, and then once I’m sure you’re telling the truth, I let you come. Sound good?”
He nods, accepting the challenge, and one of his hands goes to touch himself at the images the rider’s words created - but a hand harshly grabbing at his wrist stops him. He blinks up at the other rider, confused.
He’s less confused when the man drops his hold on his hair to instead grab his waist and unceremoniously flip him onto his stomach, legs hanging off the side of his bed, his wrists gathered and held by one hand against the small of his back.
“Good luck with that, sweetheart.” Xaden can’t help but sass.
“Keep your hands there.” the rider lets go of him, ignoring his taunt.
“In the nightstand.” Xaden volunteers upon hearing footsteps.
“Thank you.” a hand strokes gently up his back in what felt like praise.
Xaden allows himself to lean into the touch, just slightly.
He flinches at the cold sensation of oil, then sighs at the feeling of a finger sliding inside him. It is almost immediately joined by another, sliding in and crooking themselves in a way that had Xaden gasping into his sheets.
“Is that - the best you can do?” Xaden snarks impatiently after only a few minutes.
Another finger slid in quickly in response, the three now pumping quickly, not giving him much time to get used to the stretch.
With each thrust, he rutted against the bed sheets as he slid up and down the bed slightly, making up for the discomfort of his cock being trapped underneath his body.
After another few minutes, the fingers slid out, and Xaden couldn’t quite stop the disappointed noise he made at the empty feeling.
“Don’t worry, it’s not over yet.” the rider chuckles above him.
Xaden could feel a blush creeping over his cheeks at the condescending tone.
Large hands flip him back over again, and Xaden forces himself to focus enough to truly enjoy the view of the now-naked rider.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” The rider praises him.
A hand cards through his hair before sliding down to cup his cheek, and Xaden nuzzles into it automatically before realizing what he’d been doing and pulling away.
“If you’re going to fuck me, hurry up.” Xaden sasses, but the slight tremble to his voice made it sound more like a whine, earning him another throaty chuckle.
The other rider tilts his hips up slightly, and Xaden couldn’t stop the low noise he let out as he pressed in.
Xaden wasn’t given any time to adjust to the size, the other rider immediately starting a fast and harsh pace that rips noise after noise from his mouth. His hands stay behind his back, grasping onto the bed sheets below him to ground himself.
When the other man reaches for his cock, wrapping a hand around it, Xaden thrusts up hard against the man’s strokes.
“Close already, Xaden?” the rider taunts.
Xaden snarls in response, a defiant look in his eyes.
“I need a verbal answer.” the rider chides.
“Fuck, yes, I’m close you - fuck.” Xaden cuts himself off with a gasp as the man lets go of his cock and slows his thrusts, shallowly and slowly rocking into him instead.
Xaden glares balefully at the man as he laughs at his obvious shock.
“Tell me the truth, Xaden. What have you and the other marked ones been doing to help Poromeil fight the Venin?” Xaden whines low in the back of his throat as the man lifts him off of his cock.
He doesn’t answer.
The rider moves to sit against the headboard, pulling him over to sit on his lap facing away from him, straddling his thighs.
Xaden’s head falls back against his shoulder as the new position sinks the rider’s cock deeper. The rider grabs his hands and wrenches them behind his back before he can reach for himself, and Xaden thrashes slightly in his grip, whimpering.
“Fuck, fine - we’ve been using Basgiath’s forge to make weapons for them to kill Venin, they need dragon fire to be made.” Xaden moans as the rider rewards his answer by bouncing him slowly on his length.
“Good, thank you.” Xaden moans again at the praise, sinking quickly into the overwhelming sensations.
“Where are we, Xaden?” The rider trails kisses down his neck.
“Riorson House, in A-Aretia.” the rider seems satisfied with the confirmation of the basic answer that he’d already been given.
“Good, last one, Xaden.” Xaden whines gratefully as the praise washes over him, sinking him further down.
“What other secrets are you keeping from me?” Xaden freezes.
He tucks his head into the rider’s shoulder, whimpering.
“I-I can’t -” he’s so close, he tries to distract the man by clenching down, by bouncing himself just that a little bit faster.
Hands on his waist stop him. He digs his face more firmly into the man’s shoulder.
“No answer is the same as a wrong answer, Xaden.” Xaden wants so badly to hate the stab of shame that the other rider’s fake disappointment in him brings when he’s in this headspace.
He thrashes, letting out a pitiful cry as the man cruelly grips the base of his cock.
“Please, please, I-I can’t tell you, I have to keep them safe.” Xaden half-whimpers, pleading.
The rider considers the bigger man in his lap, turning his face to lock eyes with him.
“I believe that you weren’t lying about anything you’ve told me. I think, for tonight, that’s going to have to be enough.” he allows, a hand carding through his hair.
“Th-ank you.” Xaden groans as the man starts bouncing him faster, harder, half-using him as he jerks him up and down on his lap.
“Fuck, close, please?” Xaden doesn’t think he can handle being denied again.
“You can come, Xaden. You’ve done well.” The man’s praise was exactly what he needed.
Xaden reaches behind him to hold onto the man as he comes, letting the rider work him through it until he is spent and shivering on his lap.
Once he’s come down from his high, the rider smirks down at him and continues to bounce him.
“F-fuck,” Xaden gasps, sensitive, as he realizes that the other man hadn’t come yet either, “I-inside, inside, please.”.
“You sure?” Xaden can only manage a nod in response as he whines, squirming through the overstimulation.
The rider’s thrusts quickly slow, then still, inside him, and Xaden’s legs twitch in response as he tries to come back to himself.
Xaden barely registers the rider laying him down gently, and pulling out of him slowly.
Xaden nuzzles into him as he is picked up and carried into the shower.
“You okay?” the man whispers as they lay in bed under clean sheets.
“Sweetheart, it takes more than that to break me, I promise.” Xaden snidely responds.
“And he’s back.” the man jokes.
Xaden smacks him, snorting.
“I know you need to keep them safe. I just…I don’t like that you don’t trust me.” the rider admits quietly.
Xaden looks up at him from where his head lays on his chest.
“It’s not you I don’t trust. Please, believe that. If I thought that I could tell you everything without risking the safety of everyone here, of every Marked One, I would.” Xaden hopes that his answer is enough to soothe the hurt he can feel in the other man’s words.
“That…makes sense, actually. Please just promise that you’ll tell me what you can, when you can.” the rider looks down at him.
“I promise.” Xaden nods, leaning up to kiss him one last time before sleep takes him.
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Summary: Xaden has been stressed, as usual, and Reader is tired of him not letting her help.
Disclaimer: No research was done on recreational drug use, aphrodisiacs, or pleasure enhancement substances for this fic. Please treat all information in this fic about these topics as entirely fictional.
Warnings: Swearing, Established relationship, overstimulation, recreational drug use, pleasure enhancement drugs (Given with consent), ooc Xaden, anal fingering
Dividers by: @thecutestgrotto and @throneofsapphics
A/N: The war has ended, Xaden is the duke of Tyrrendor, and the reader has the ability to transfer sensations
Word count: 4.2k
"Xaden, my love, you're overworking yourself again"
The Duke, her fiance, looked up from the dagger he was sharpening, "I'm taking a break right now,"
"Aah, yes. Weapon maintenance, how relaxing," She answers sarcastically. He glares playfully at her, but offers no retort. Y/n drops all pretenses, getting straight to the point.
"Xaden, you need to take a proper break. I know you don't like letting people take care of you, and I know there's a lot to do, but you'll be no use to anyone when you collapse from exhaustion"
He scoffs, not once faltering in his movements, "I've survived just fine for almost five years, Don't worry about me"
She knew he didn't mean to be dismissive of her, he just genuinely didn't think he needed rest, "Okay, let me rephrase that. Xaden Riorson, tomorrow you are taking the day off. You are going to sleep in, lie around, take a spa day, I don't care, but under no circumstances will you be doing anything productive"
He raised his brow at her, the one with a scar running through it, "Is that so?"
"Yes" She said, matter of factly, "You will rest for the entire day, even if I have to tie you down to our bed and lock you in this room to do it. I will attend the meetings, and sort out your responsibilities"
"You have a very violent way of taking care of the people you love," He responds mildly, as if he didn't actually believe she would do those things. Y/n continues to stare at him, waiting to see if he was going to do this willingly, or if she really would have to force him.
He sighs, "I'll move my meetings to later in the day, and have a slow morning in with you," he negotiates, "But after that, I have to get back to work," He stands, walking over to her, and kissing the top of her head, "I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine; I promise. Alright?"
Reluctantly, she nods, "Fine"
Xaden smiles, his features softening in the way they only do for her. He kisses her softly, lingering to savour the moment, "I look forward to it," He whispers.
Little did he know, there wasn't a chance in hell that was happening. Xaden Riorson was going to enjoy a full day off whether he wanted to or not.
Xaden's Pov
He shifts around in the bed. The amount of sleep he's getting feels suspicious, but light from the window hasn't crept in yet, so it must not be morning.
With a jolt, he remembers Y/n's words yesterday, 'You will rest for the entire day, even if I have to tie you down to our bed and lock you in this room to do it'
Xaden's onyx eyes fly open, and he tries to move. Quickly, he's hit with the realisation that he is indeed tied to their bed. 'I didn't think she'd actually do it, and how did she get these cuffs on me without waking me up?' He wondered.
'I really shouldn't be so surprised. It's entirely on brand for her. As for the cuffs, that was a stupid question. She'd obviously taken away my ability to feel things temporarily with her signet'
Testing the bonds again, it becomes apparent that he's going nowhere. Looking around, Xaden sees that all the blinds are down, blocking as much light as possible.
'What time is it?'
He strains his eyes, trying to read the clock, but it's too far away, and too dark for him to see any details. It's then that his fiance walks into the room. Only her silhouette is visible, sashaying toward the bed.
"Comfortable?," She asks sardonically.
'Yes' He begrudgingly thinks to myself, 'Extremely'. Y/n had known exactly what she was doing. The room was at the perfect temperature, the blanket resting at his midsection, the pillows at just the right incline under his head, and he's completely naked. Even the cuffs with their smooth leather felt nice. Xaden could not be more physically comfortable, and she knew it.
Xaden defiantly didn't answer, glaring at her form even if she couldn't see his expression. She climbed on the bed gracefully, settling on top of him like she belonged there. Y/n leaned down, kissing him slowly. Her tongue slipped in his mouth without much resistance, and he could feel his resolve melting away against his better judgement.
She pulled away just enough to end the kiss, smiling against his lips, "There, now that I've got you docile," Xaden rolled his eyes, but didn't argue; she was right after all, "this is how today is gonna go. It's currently nine thirty—"
"Nine thirty?" He exclaimed, "Y/n—" He pauses. He didn't want to admit that he hadn't actually moved any meetings to later. In his defense, he hadn't needed to. His earliest meeting was scheduled for ten o'clock, so he'd planned to wake up at seven (which was considered a lie in for him), make breakfast for him and his fiance, spend some time with her, then review the missives, and go about his day as normal. Maybe get an early night if Y/n insisted.
He couldn't see the look she gave him, but he could feel it. It said, 'I know what you did, or more accurately didn't do, and you will be paying the price for that later'. Xaden turns away a bit guiltily.
"You don't have any meetings today"
His brow furrowed. Had she cancelled them? That would stunt quite a bit of progress (probably not, actually). Or had she pushed them all back so he'd have to attend them all tomorrow? He winced, thinking of the headache it'd give him.
"I've informed the assembly that you're not feeling well, and that you've sent me in your place"
He clenched his jaw unintentionally. There was nothing wrong with that, she was more than capable of handling it, but Xaden didn't like her taking on more responsibilities than she already had. Y/n had taken charge of training the dragon riders and griffin fliers shortly after the war had ended. It is a massive project that takes a lot of work.
"Oh, hush, I can handle one day!" She says, noticing his displeasure, "Besides, I take regular breaks at your insistence," she eyes him pointedly, "You haven't taken a proper break since Amari knows when"
She shifts, reaching for something in the drawer beside their bed, causing her to grind against him softly. He closes his eyes and swallows, suppressing a groan. Y/n intentionally rocked her hips against him, reveling in the slow, controlled breath he takes to calm himself.
"Here," she says, holding a small box. She opens it in a way that shows she's trying not to be too eager.
"What in there?"
"A small pastry," Y/n replies innocently. Too innocently. He scans what little he can see of her face, regarding her skeptically.
"Nothing much," She hedges, "Just a few herbs that will... increase certain sensations"
"You want me to take a pleasure drug? Really?" He asks, voice flat.
"I want to make sure that even if you somehow manage to get out of these," She brushes her hands over the restraints, which he now notices has faintly glowing runes. He guesses they're there to dull his signet abilities, and is proven right when he reaches for his shadows, and his grasp on them is wan at best, "You can't immediately get back to work"
Xaden considers this for a moment. He knew she'd never force him to take the drug, but did he want to? No matter how much he liked to tell himself he was fine, he could feel the years weathering him. A true day off sounded like something out of a fever dream, and it would make Y/n happy. Her happiness was always his top priority, even when she argued it shouldn't be.
"Alright," He agreed. His voice was low, and a bit hoarse. Sure, he'd smoke churam from time to time, and he'd tried other drugs too, but he'd never had one of these. He didn't like not feeling in control, especially of himself, but this was his fiance, he trusts her with much more than his body.
She smiled, and leaned forward to feed him the small tart. It was good. Chocolatey.
"The vendor said it'll take an hour to reach full effect, and wears off in four to five hours depending on the individual" Xaden nods in understanding, still chewing.
Y/n climbs off of him with infuriating elegance, deftly avoiding contact with Xaden's skin, "If you will excuse me, future husband," He feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through his spine at being called that, 'future husband', and wonders silently if perhaps the drug has already started working, or if that's just what she does to him, "I have a meeting to attend"
Xaden watches her outline as she leaves the room. There's really not much he can do now. He just has to wait for Y/n to do to him whatever she wanted. He could try to get out of the ties, but he didn't want to be punished on his one day off, not when Y/n would surely spend hours on end making him regret it.
He tries to ficus on something else, anything else, but all his mind supplies is theories of what she'll do to him. The anticipation is killing him. 'Is this what Y/n feels when I'm doing paperwork while she waits for me?'
Sympathy for his fiance hits him like a club tail. 'It's gonna be a long day, isn't it?'
Y/n's Pov
The assembly drones on about menial concerns. I suddenly have a lot more understanding for Xaden's exhaustion and remind myself to thank him for keeping me out of these things as much as possible.
I glance at the clock. Forty minutes since I left Xaden tied up. I can't help the way my thighs clench thinking about it. My mind races with all the things I could do. He is going to be in tears by the end of it, that's for sure.
I wonder if I could start teasing him now. The drug wouldn't have taken full effect yet, but surely he would feel the difference. And wouldn't that be better? If I start the teasing now, get him all worked up till he's begging, and then it gets worse? His skin becoming more sensitive even when he feels like he can't take it anymore.
Military training finally comes in handy when even though not one thought in my head is about anything being spoken about, I respond smoothly to the question Brennan asks. I'm very thankful not for the first time, that my flushed cheeks is not easily visible.
I decide to take my chances, reaching for my signet, and finding Xaden's form. Taking a single finger, I drag it gently across my collar bone. Nothing too crazy yet. Warm him up first.
'Out of all the things you can do with the abilities I've gifted you, this is what you choose to do with them?' Banrigh says disdainfully.
'What better thing could I do with them? There's nothing more important than bringing Xaden to his knees for me'
Her deep chuckle sounds down our bond, 'At least he'll know his place. Have fun, but do be sure not to break him, I'll never hear the end of it from Sgaeyl'
With that she's gone from my head. For someone who gives me so much shit about 'misusing' my abilities, she takes great pleasure in hearing about it after.
I try venturing further, grazing my inner thigh under the table going higher and higher. Picturing Xaden hard and dripping for me almost breaks the cold mask I've adopted. In all my excitement, I'd forgotten to consider how much my teasing would affect me.
Oh well. As long as it affects him more, I'll find a way to endure.
Xaden's Pov
My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath, hips bucking up int nothing. I feel pathetic and needy. She's not even here but fuck I want her so badly. She's hardly done anything truly scandalous, it would be quite difficult to in an assembly meeting, but the little touches she had given were pushing me way too far way too quickly. I wanted her to slow down, and speed up and just touch me. Really touch me. I wanted to touch her too, but I know she won't let me. The mere thought makes me whine.
I double check my shields. No way am I letting Sgaeyl hear any of this.
It feels like it's been forever, not that I can see how much time is passing. Y/n brushes her nails along the length of her inner thighs, transferring every bit of contact to me. I wish I had something to bite down on to cover the loud moan that rips through me. My entire body was on fire in the best way. Every feeling was dialed up to eleven. I am definitely going to use this on her someday.
But for right now, all I could do was try to hold myself together, I was already embarrassing myself with how loud I was being; I'm not vocal in bed. If I came without her even touching my cock, I would never live it down.
I can't help the shake in my arms as I pull harshly at the restraints when I hear the door to our room open. I know subconsciously that if I keep doing that, bruises will form if they haven't already. Garrick would have a field day with that.
I strain to hear what she's doing. It sounds like she's walking around the seating area outside, taking her sweet time. I try to be patient, to behave, but I need her so badly.
"Y/n!" Nothing. No response, "Y/n please, I know you're there. Come here, need you" My words get quieter and quieter, trailing off into a breathy whine. Still straining to listen, I here her sit down on the couch.
I close my eyes, letting my head fall back on the plush pillows, resigned to my fate. Y/n will come in to torture me only when she chooses to. No amount of begging and pleading was going to change that.
I almost jump out of my skin when I feel something pressing into my ass. Was she seriously about to touch herself outside of our bedroom? She couldn't even let me watch?
I argue with myself, saying that's probably a good thing. I would die before admitting this out loud, but I was already so close to cumming, and seeing her finger herself would undo me.
I try fruitlessly to stifle my moans. I swear I hear her giggle. Usually the sound would melt me — something our friends loved to tease me endlessly about — however right now it felt condescending. 'We'll see if you're giggling tomorrow when— fuck me, is that a feather?' Something soft trails over my nipples, an action that should be ticklish, not enormously erotic, but the stupid pastry made it world-shattering. 'How strong is this shit?' The answer is very.
I thrashed uncontrollably as Y/n presses against my prostate. There's no hope of containing the raw moans that shake the walls. I'm left gasping for breath, tears pricking my eyes while my restraint gets dangerously close to snapping.
"Xaden," She calls seductively, "I'm not going to give you what you want until you cum for me"
She wants me to cum untouched? Without her in the room? I can't see anything, whatever light that used to filter in smothered by heavy clouds, but I'm sure that if I could, I'd see my own cock, flushed and dripping. I could feel it. The precum sliding down the sides making me need to slow my breathing before I blew.
But, wasn't that what she wanted? Why was I still holding back if the only thing that would get her in this room, was for me to let go of my pride, and cum? The thought made me grimace. I always made her cum first. Always. Even when she was the one being dominant. It felt eerily wrong to let myself go like that. As if my body was programmed to make sure she felt good first, before I could enjoy myself.
I had to though, didn't I? She won't come in if I don't, and I desperately need to feel her skin against mine. I try to force my body to relax, and let the sensations overwhelm me, but it's like I'm stuck.
"Y/n! Y/n, please, I can't I— I need you!"
"Try," Is her only response, sharp and demanding.
"I am! I promise I am, but I can't—" I interrupt myself with a painfully high whine. I can feel myself getting more and more distressed with each passing moment, "Please believe me, Y/n, I'm trying, but I can't! Not without you! Please, I just need you here"
I don't even attempt to stomp down my heart at the way it soars when I hear her approach, way too far gone to care how completely pathetic I'm being. Y/n leans arms crossed against the door frame, but doesn't step into the room. I can only see a bright outline, but none of her features. She tilts her head, scanning me.
"Go on. I'm here now"
"Closer," I plead.
"No," The word is cold, and the tone leaves no space for argument, "You'll cum like this, or not at all" In a voice just slightly sweeter, she says, "I know you can do it. You're my good boy, and you'll obey me, won't you?"
"I want to. I wanna be good for you," I say, not really sure who I'm trying to convince.
Y/n replies with mock concern, speaking to me as you would a sad dog, "I know you do, so what's stopping you?"
"I can't cum! I'm trying to but nothing's happening," 'I sound like I'm on the edge of tears!' With a start, I realise that I am on the edge of tears, Y/n's outline blurring the more hysterical I become.
"You need more?"
I can tell that her arm is moving, but I can't tell where. It's incredibly frustrating, though I don't have to wait long for an answer as I hear the obscenely loud wet noises that I know all too well are made from her fingers pumping into herself. I want for that to be me. I want to make her beg, and cry, and cum. Images surge up in my mind, fantasies of everything I'm going to do to her when she's the one in my position.
Finally, I can feel my release as my stomach muscles contract. Hot white ropes spill from the tip in spurts while I tremble from the force of it. I think I hear an approving hum come from Y/n although I'm not entirely sure.
I look around confused when I don't feel the bed dip. I expected her to climb on next to me moments after cumming, but nothing of the sort happens. I can see her doing... something in the doorway.
A few more seconds pass by, then she's closing the door, and every bit of light is cut off. Everything goes completely silent. There's something not quite right about it, but I can't put my finger on why.
She gives no indication as to where in the room she is, walking across the wooden floors without a sound. It takes years of cultivating and cementing a firm mask not to flinch when the mattress finally does dip. The springs don't make a noise, and I can't even hear myself breathing. My heart stops when I realise what she's done.
'She's inverted a sound rune'
I find myself selfishly wishing not for the first time that Y/n wasn't so proficient at runes. Not only had she made it difficult for me to wield, but now I couldn't hear anything either. Her skill far surpassed that of anyone here. She knew how to manipulate them in a way I'd never seen. It was both unnerving and unfairly hot.
Y/n settles on top of me again the way she had this morning, trailing her hands over my skin. I couldn't tell if the drug was beginning to wear off, or if I was just getting used to it. Either way, it still felt like she was lighting fires over every inch she touched. It felt so, so good.
I move to get my hands on her, attempting to surge up and at last connect our lips. I'm met with a very rude awakening, my whole body lurching back due to the restraints.
"Y/n, please take these off me, I'm begging you" It's weird not being able to hear my own voice. She lets her fingers wander up my outstretched arms, lightly scraping the skin with her nails as she does. She fiddles with the cuffs for a moment, but they don't fall away, or even loosen, and her answer is clear.
My head falls back in defeat, and she uses that to latch on, sucking dark bruises onto my neck. 'Great, more ammunition for our friends to tease us with tomorrow' I think to myself wryly, though Y/n doesn't let my thoughts stray from her for long. One hand grabs hold of my pulsing cock, surely flushed, and most definitely sensitive. She sinks down completely, taking no time to ease herself onto me.
I hate that I can't hear her, but admittedly, it's nice not worrying about muffling my own sounds. No matter how much Y/n tells me she likes it when I'm vocal, I've never been able to truly let them out.
It's impossible to prevent the way I thrash violently. There's not a chance my wrists aren't going to be a dark purple tomorrow. I might even have to go to Brennan to get them mended. What a fun conversation that'll be. Especially since I'm 'not feeling well' according to Y/n.
She plants her hands firmly on my chest, positioning them so that er thumbs can fiddle with my nipples as she pleases. Y/n starts with a slow grind, and even that has stars dancing in my vision, enough of the drug still coursing through me to make this the most intense ride she's ever given me.
I can tell by the ever slight shifting of her weight that she laughs, before speeding up, and beginning to bounce.
"Fuuuuuck! Y/n, Y/n slow down. You're gonna make me cum again"
I don't know if she answers me or not, but she certainly doesn't listen, increasing her pace. It's almost too much, it is too much. I'm rapidly getting closer to the second orgasm of the night... day? Evening? I don't know what time it is. She pushes her fingers in my mouth to prevent me from begging her to stop, and instinctively, I begin sucking on them.
My orgasm crashes into me with mind numbing force. Tears pool in the corners of my eyes before I can stop them. Y/n clenches around me, her own release claiming her as well. Shuddering breaths rattle through me as I come down from the high. She gently lifts off of me, then settles next to me on the bed. Y/n releases my hands from their restraints, then reaches for my face in the dark, and once she finds it, kisses me reverently. We drift into half conscious state, both of us needing a moment to collect ourselves.
Eventually she turns on the dim lamp on her side of the bed. Blearily, I blink open my eyes to see her signing something to me
<I'm going to undo the sound rune, okay?>
I nod, unable to manage much else. Seconds later, I can hear again. A dopey smile creeps onto my face with the sound of Y/n tip toeing back to the bed actually being audible to me. The small creek of springs as she lies down beside me is welcome, and I pull her into my chest instantly, nuzzling my face into her shoulder.
"You did so well, my love. Sleep. You deserve it"
For the first time, I believe it.
Bonus: Brennan's Pov
"Hey, are you feeling better already?" I ask Xaden as he walks into my office wearing a long sleeve jacket.
"Can't be if you're wearing that in the height of summer"
He ignores my remark, glancing at the sleeves as if he regretted putting on the garment. "About that... I need you to mend me"
I narrow my eyes at him immediately, "What idiotic thing did you do? Can you not even put off ridiculously dangerous stunts whilst you're sick?"
Xaden pointedly doesn't answer. One after the other, he hikes up the sleeves to reveal dark bruises around the circumference of his wrists. My brows shoot up, staring dumbfounded. Once the initial shock wares off I give a disbelieving chuckle, shaking my head, " 'Not feeling well' huh? Bet it felt pretty great when your fiance cancelled the next meeting to 'take care of you' "
He scowled, but I couldn't help myself.
"Shut up, and mend me"
Banrigh - Queen
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Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
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