I just received an anonymous ask for a xaden/azriel/reader fic, this is to let the person know that it did come through, tumblr didn't eat it, and that I will write it.
I'm busy with another nyx fic first, and I'd be lying if I said that I'll work on it right after, but it will be done.
Thank you for the ask, and I'm so glad to hear you've been enjoying my work <3
Nyx x reader where reader is a childhood friend and they’re mates but just haven’t told anyone yet, keeping it to themselves. One of the IC (doesn’t matter who, honestly) overhears them talking and being like “should we tell them?” and of course that member tells everyone else and they’re all freaking out thinking it’s some dark, dangerous secret until they tell them? Then everyone is relieved and Nyx and reader are like “what did you think we were going to say?”
Broken Telephone
Warnings: Implied potential pregnancy, no actual pregnancy, Inner circle has no concept of boundaries
A big thank you to @embersofonyx for beta reading <3
Dividers by: @tsunami-of-tears
Word Count: 2.8k
"I think that's the last one," Nyx says, dusting off his hands. Stacks upon stacks of boxes surround them holding everything they want to take to their new house.
"I can't believe you're moving out." Feyre hugs her son tightly, holding back tears. "If you forget anything, you can stop by anytime. You're always welcome here"
"We know, Mom. You've made it very clear," Nyx replies hugging her back just as tightly. "We promise to visit all the time. We'll be around so often you'll get sick of us"
"Never"
Feyre releases Nyx, moving to give Y/n the same treatment, "Is it crazy that I feel like I already miss you?"
"Not at all"
Rhysand enters the room, taking his place at Feyre's side. "Don't worry darling, I'll be keeping you plenty busy"
"Rhys!" she admonishes.
"Gross, dad. You couldn't wait until we left?"
"I will flirt with my mate whenever I please, thank you very much. Especially in my own home"
Azriel's voice comes from the shadows, as usual. "I'm pretty sure this is their way of informing you that you should be expecting a sibling soon"
Mor, Cassian, and Nesta are the next to join the farewell.
"I don't mind getting a sibling, I just don't want to hear about their conception."
"And if you don't want to see it either," Cassain starts, "I think you should give plenty of notice before dropping by."
"Classy," Nesta states dryly.
"Do you know if Amren has deigned to join us, or is this everyone?" Nyx asks.
"Amren sends her best wishes, but feels that the dramatics of the event are unnecessary given that you aren't even leaving the city," she informs.
"That sounds like our Amren. Well, seeing as everyone coming has arrived, I believe drinks are in order?"
The house instantly provides glasses full of wine on the centre table, and another sealed bottle for the inevitable refills. They all get passed around.
Nyx offers one to Y/n. "My love?"
"No thank you"
"Just water?"
She nods. Like clockwork, another glass appears with ice-cold water. "Thank you, house"
Nyx turns to face his family, drink raised. "First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming. Y/n and I may not be moving far, but it's a huge step in our relationship, so I'm thankful you're here with us to commemorate it. We appreciate all the love, and support you've given us, and look forward to this new chapter of our lives. Cheers."
"Cheers!" they chorused.
The party moved to the living room where they actually had space to walk, and lasted several hours. Toasts were given, stories were shared, and many good wishes were extended. Amren had even stopped by with Varian on her arm, surprising everyone. The party eventually died down, rather early in the evening — for them, at least — so Nyx, and Y/n could move their things into the house, and spend their first night in their new home.
"You sure you don't want help moving those boxes?" Cassian asks for the third time today.
"I'm sure," Nyx says, and in an instant, the boxes all disappear, "Because they're already there."
Cassian laughs entirely too loud as he is admittedly quite drunk. "I forget just how much like your dad you are."
Rhysand comes along, wrapping his arm around Nyx's shoulder so he has to bend down, "Of course he is, I'm an excellent role model."
All around them, Rhys gets varying looks of 'is he serious?'.
"Traitors," he scoffs, "all of you, I should have you banished from my court"
Nyx can tell that the argument is going to pick up, and is about to weigh in when he notices Y/n's exhaustion.
"While I would love to stay for the ensuing debate, Y/n and I have a lot of unpacking to do, so I'm afraid we'll have to love and leave you"
They say their goodbyes, then make their way to the patio, Nyx's arms wrapped around Y/n.
"Would you like me to fly us there, or winnow?"
"Winnow. I'm so tired."
He happily obliges. The world bends to his will, and within seconds, they're standing in their living room. Y/n's gaze dart about the space, most of it obscured by all their things.
"I am not looking forward to unpacking all this"
"No, neither am I, but that's tomorrow's problem. Tonight, we get to sleep in our very own house, and wake up to the absence of Azriel and Cassian's bickering over breakfast"
"Sleep? Is that what we'll be doing?"
Nyx smiles at her, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not if you don't want to, mate," he quips, putting emphasis on the last word.
"Soon-to-be mate," Y/n corrects.
Nyx playfully rushes at her, scooping Y/n up into his arms and spinning while she laughs. "You are my mate, there's no 'soon-to-be' about it,you little tease." He walks them to the bedroom, placing her on the duvet. "We're just not mated yet, but that is soon-to-be remedied."
"Yeah? How soon?"
Nyx climbs on the bed, hovering over her. "I spoke to Vivienne and Kallias, they said they would be happy to host us. We are to arrive in three days and can stay up to two weeks. Two whole weeks with no one to disturb us"
"Can't wait"
-The Next Day-
Mor rests her face on her hand, mindlessly poking at her breakfast. "Do you think they need any help?"
Azriel barely raises his head from where he was sitting in silence, eating his own protein packed… whatever it is. "Who?"
"Y/n, and Nyx," she responds as if it's the most obvious answer ever. Of course she meant them. How could he not discern that from the previous topic of conversation that's been happening in her head all morning?
"No"
Mor continues as if Azriel hadn't said anything, "I mean, moving out is a big step, you know. He's never even lived alone, and now he's living with a female"
He raises a single brow. "Nyx has lived with females his whole life, and he lived alone for months at a time during his illyrian training"
"Family doesn't count, Azriel. And neither does his training, not in this instance. The living situation of Illyrians and the average home is completely different. Specifically division of labour, and cleanliness"
"Agreed, though I'd hardly call their house 'the average home' but I know what you mean," he says quickly before Mor can interrupt. "It will be different from any of his past experiences, but that just means he'll have to adapt. There's no reason for you to step in unless he, or Y/n ask you to"
"Okay, but what about interior design?"
"Are we redecorating?" Cassain asks as he enters the room, "Cause I think some boudoir photos of me would look fantastic in here"
Azriel ignores him completely, "What about it?"
"Like, I could just give them some advice, help them bring their vision to life—"
"Is this house for you, or is it for them?" Azriel doesn't wait for a response. "Mor, stop trying to find reasons to invade their relationship"
"I'm not invading!" Mor yells indignantly. "Nyx is just so secretive about his relationships, and this is the first time he's ever been serious about someone"
"'Not describing it in explicit detail', and 'Secretive' are two very different things, Mor."
Cassian decides to jump in with, "They probably haven't set up the kitchen yet, so bringing them lunch might be helpful."
Mor stands up with conviction. "Yes, thank you, Cassian. That is a brilliant idea." She leaves the breakfast nook without finishing her food to go Mother knows where.
It's silent between Azriel, and Cassian for some time while they eat.
"Why would you enable her like that?"
"Because, Azzie, I wanna know too! What if there's drama?"
"It's been a day! Not even. They have spent one night, and half of a morning in their own home"
"Have you met this family?"
Azriel stops, thinks for a moment, and then sighs the deepest sigh known to Fae kind. "That is unfortunately a fair point"
"I rest my case"
Mor busies herself with meaningless errands until it's finally lunch. She stops by Rita's to get their favourite orders in a takeaway, and instead of walking up to the front door, like a normal person, she winnows right inside their house. Looking around, Mor notes that despite it only being the first day, most of the boxes are already unpacked.
"It could use an accent wall," she mutters under her breath.
She was about to announce her presence, but she hears conversation in the other room, and just can't help it.
'Azriel is wrong,' she tells herself, 'I'm not invading, I'm invested in their future'
Mor creeps up to the wall that separates them from her to hear better.
Y/n's voice is the first one she can make out clearly, "…Do you think we should tell them?"
'Tell who? what are you telling them?'
"Definitely not"
"Nyx, they're your family"
Mor's heart stops, while her mind runs a mile a minute thinking of what they could be hiding, and why.
"I know, I just… We will tell them, but not right now"
"Alright, we'll wait. Has there been word from Kallias?"
'Kallias? Like, High Lord of Winter Kallias?'
"Not other than the confirmation, no"
'Confirmation? Confirmation of what?'
There were too many questions swimming around in her head. She needed answers.
'If it's something political, than Rhys will know something, right?'
With that, she winnows to the river house finding Rhysand, and Feyre very close to each other on the couch, but luckily still fully clothed.
"Gather everyone"
Azriel is the last to arrive.
"You're late," Mor says, impatiently tapping her foot.
"Yes, because if this is about what I think it's about, then the need to rush is non-existent."
She scowls at him, but does not comment on the jab, instead, Morrigan turns to address the room at large. "As you all know—"
Cassian interrupts, "Why are you holding a Rita's take out bag?"
Mor looks down, and sure enough, she was still holding their lunch. "It's not important. Focus." She places the food down on the table beside her. "I have just returned from Nyx, and Y/n's new house—"
"Really, how is it?" Feyre asks.
"I— it's fine, actually they've done a really good job of— Not the point! Stop distracting me! I overheard them saying—"
"And this isn't invading their relationship?"
"Shut up, Azriel! Listen! I heard them talking about something they apparently don't want to tell us about"
Feyre's brows furrow. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, I just heard Y/n asking if they should tell us, and Nyx said no."
"I don't understand, what would they not want us to know?"
Cassain's face lights up as if he's solved the whole thing. "Y/n didn't have wine at the party, what if she's pregnant?"
"Y/n rarely drinks in general," Azriel objects, "that means nothing"
"And why would Nyx hide that from us?" Rhys adds.
"It could be really early on in the pregnancy," Cassain says, shrugging.
"Wait! There was something else they said. Y/n mentioned Kallias needing to confirm something. Rhys, do you know anything about that?"
"No, Nyx wanted a more hands-on experience with the duties of a High Lord, and given Y/n's past position in Winter, I've let them handle all communications, and issues with Kallias and his Court."
"Damn. Azriel? Please tell me you know something"
"No, I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
"What! Why not?"
"Because you're all missing the point. Nyx and Y/n talked amongst each other in what should've been the privacy of their own home," he pauses to glare at Mor pointedly, "and came to the conclusion that they aren't ready tell us about it. Whatever 'it' is, we should respect that."
"But what if it is something to do with the Winter Court? Some threat or resource shortage—"
"Then they'll deal with it. If there's a problem that they can't handle, they'll tell us. Until then, it's none of our business. Agreed?" He looks around the room to see everyone nodding albeit a bit hesitantly.
"Azriel is right," Rhysand states. "They aren't kids. They don't have to tell us everything, and if there's trouble, they can take care of it. I know we're all worried about them, but it's out of our hands. Nobody is to pry into this."
Nesta, always adding dry commentary, "Azriel already gave us the lecture, you just repeated it a different way. There was no need to try steal his thunder, he's more scary than you'll ever be"
"…Just get out"
They all disperse, going off to do whatever they're supposed to be doing in their roles.
-16 Days Later-
"Nyx. Nyx, stop it," Y/n says, lightly pushing on his bare chest with no real urgency. Neither have fully opened their eyes yet, still tangled in the sheets.
"Mh mh," he replies, continuing to kiss and nuzzle her neck.
"We have to get up"
Nyx furrows his brow, seemingly disgusted by the notion. "No we don't"
Y/n chuckles at his childish tone. "We do, actually. Our stay ends today, and it would be rude to check out late"
"We weren't given a check out time."
"No, but it's already 12:00, we're no where near ready to leave, and the attendants will need time to clean for the next clients. Plus, I think you're family will be expecting us back sooner rather than later. Knowing them, if we're not, they might send out a search party"
Nyx groans loudly in protest. "They'll survive."
"We just spent two whole weeks without them with zero contact"
"And it was so peaceful"
" 'Peaceful' is not the word I'd use."
A shit eating grin blooms on Nyx's face thinking about how 'active' they'd been. "No, neither would I."
Y/n rolls her eyes just hearing the smugness. "You don't miss them?"
He goes quiet at that. "I do."
"…but?"
"I love my family. I really do, but they're kind of the final boss of overbearing. I don't think there was a single part of my life that they didn't know about before you, and I know it's because they care, but it made exploring things difficult"
"How so?"
"As a kid, it was mostly great. Anything I had interest in, I was free to try, and they'd support the learning process. I could dabble in a number of hobbies, and figure things out. As an adult, however, the things you're exploring is often what you like in bed, and more importantly, with who. Sometimes the answer to those questions is 'I don't know', and it can stay that way for a while. My family would never turn against me or anything for whatever the answer would be, I just— this isn't making sense. What I'm trying to say is that I always felt like I had to progress. I couldn't stay still, and just be confused. There had to be some kind of update, good or bad. It felt like if I started I had to see it through to the end as quickly as possible. Am I making sense right now?"
"Yeah, you are"
Nyx smiles, taking a moment to admire his mate. "By not telling them right away about you, or about our bond, I got to slow down. I got to just be in the moment with you, and not worry about how I was going to tell my family what happened. I could sit with my emotions long enough to figure out how I felt about it without looking through the lens of someone else's experience, because nobody was expecting an update every day."
"So you want to keep it to ourselves a bit longer?" Y/n asks in a thoughtful tone.
"No." He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear. "I know how I feel about you."
Nyx, and Y/n eventually haul themselves out of bed, gather their things, and check out. They have lunch with Vivienne and Kallias to thank them personally for their hospitality, and finally winnow into the river house living room…
Finding the entire family sitting there in tense silence. Their heads shoot toward the couple, and wait for the news with baited breaths.
"…Hello," Nyx starts awkwardly. "What did we miss?"
"Nothing!" Feyre interjects with a tad too much faux enthusiasm. "How was your trip? Any news?"
It was if everybody leaned in simultaneously.
"Uhh, yeah, Nyx, and I have some news"
You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.
"Y/n and I are mates!"
Mor puts a hand to her chest, letting out a breath of relief, "Oh thank the Cauldron. I mean, congrats! You guys found your mates! And they're each other!"
They all swarm the newly mated couple, expressing their excitement to varying degrees. Cassian on the high end with skeletal altering hugs, and Amren on the low end with a simple nod.
"Wait, what did you guys think we were going to say?" Y/n inquires.
They all look every which way at each other, floundering. With terrifying unity, they answer, "Nothing"
hey ml I hope ur well! I absolutely needdd part four of Ridoc x Sawyer x Inntinisic reader but with whatever argument (and resolution 😏) happened between Ridoc and Sawyer that was talked about in the poly AzrielxReaderxEris fic!! of course only if you’re up for it!! thank you bbyyyy
Unnecessary Altercation
Day 2: Polyamory
A/n: This can be read as a stand-alone
Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Mention of injury, Idiots in love, Those idiots fuck, Aphrodisiacs, Edging, Orgasm denial, Sex toys, Restraints, Masturbation, Blow jobs, Begging, Happy ending
The Poly Cafe
Dividers by: @empyreanevents
Word Count: 7.2k
Y/n searched the halls of Basgiath for Ridoc. Usually, she'd find him wherever Sawyer was, but for whatever reason, this past month they could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. Y/n had so far checked all the classrooms, his dorm, and the dining hall. Nada.
Y/n found Sawyer after her lesson with Xaden on the flight field grooming Sliseag, and asked him to wait in her room. Now she had to locate Ridoc, bring him there too, and force her boyfriends to make up. Easy. Maybe.
She was rushing through the halls still trying to find him when she heard a familiar laugh. Finally. Y/n saw Ridoc leaning over a counter, speaking with a healer very flirtily. It used to bother her, but she'd learned to accept it — it's just how he talks to people, and there's nothing more to it.
"Ridoc!"
His head whips around, and his face lights up. Any stubborn spark of jealousy is promptly extinguished.
"Y/n! You're done with your lesson early. I was planning to come find you"
Her features soften as she makes her way to him. "That's sweet. What are you doing here?"
He motions toward the healer, who's been loosely following their conversation. "Just getting some extra medical supplies, and pain meds"
Just under a month ago, Y/n and Ridoc had gotten into a training accident. It hadn't resulted in anything too debilitating, but they'd had to be on bed rest for a full week — practically a lifetime to a rider — and were excused from challenges until recently.
"Can you get some for me too?"
Y/n's side and arm were killing her, and she hadn't gotten any medication for it in fear of appearing weak, but if Ridoc's doing it, then it doesn't look as bad. Is that a healthy mentality to have? No. Not in the slightest, but that's a conversation for another day.
"Already did"
She reaches up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you," Y/n says earnestly. "Meet me in my dorm after?"
"Of course." he takes it a step further, placing a lingering kiss on her lips.
It obviously lasts longer than what is socially acceptable, because the person at the counter awkwardly clears their throat. Y/n blushes, and leaves Ridoc at the counter.
She peeks her head in her dorm, checking that Sawyer is still there, waiting for her. She can't help the smile that creeps onto her face seeing his brow furrowed in study as he pours over his books. Y/n quickly scurries out of sight when she feels Ridoc's mind approaching.
She can hear Ridoc's lacklustre, "Oh. You're here," the second he enters the room.
"So are you," comes Sawyer's response, barely more civil than his boyfriend's.
Y/n enters before they can start arguing, or worse, leave, closing the door behind her. "Great, now that I have you both here, it's time to speak up"
They turn to each other, and it's as if the very sight sours their mood even further. "We have nothing to say"
She glares at Sawyer. "That's exactly the problem," Y/n grits out. "You two have had 'nothing to say' to each other for almost a month." Her eyes flit from Sawyer, who's biting his cheek, and Ridoc, staying silent whilst avoiding her admonishing gaze completely.
"Come on! You guys love each other. What could possibly have happened to warrant this?" She gesticulates wildly at the gaping chasm of space between them. Still, they don't answer.
"Alright, this has gone on too long. Tell me what this is about now, or so help me."
Silence.
"Do I have to read your minds to get the answer? I'm sorry, I thought you two were capable of communicating like fucking adults."
She would never actually force her way into their minds, and they know it. It would cross a line of trust that can't be redrawn, but the show of frustration is enough.
"Sawyer thinks I don't care about your safety. That I'm so reckless, I'll put your life in danger for a bit of fun," Ridoc spits the word out like it insults him, still refusing to look at either of them.
"What am I supposed to think? That's exactly what you did! You had an idea and acted on it because you thought it would be funny, and didn't stop to think about how it could've gotten you hurt, how it could've gotten Y/n hurt, and it did! You guys were on bed rest for a week, and excused from challenges!"
Ridoc's eyes ignite with fury, pinning down Sawyer. "The only reason we got hurt was because of that first year! He came out of nowhere! I did think, I just can't predict the fucking future! If it hadn't been for him, we would've been fine."
"You don't know that! What if it hadn't been the first, but something else? An enemy, another cadet that wants Y/n dead because she's marked? What then?"
"What do you want us to do? Stay inside a padded room forever? Anything could happen at anytime. It's not like we can escape risk, we're riders for Amari's sake!"
Sawyer's ready to throw the next retort, but Y/n steps in.
"ENOUGH! Ridoc, sometimes you do act recklessly, and don't put as much thought into your actions as you should. Sawyer, Ridoc is not my keeper, I am fully capable of making my own risk assessment. It is as much my fault that we got hurt as it is his." The expression on her face dares them to argue.
Sawyer and Ridoc nod, yet they make no move to apologise or reconcile beyond that. A muscle in her jaw ticks, but Y/n doesn't push, too tired to stay on this any longer.
"Great. Can we all go to bed?"
They offer no complaints, following wordlessly to Sawyer's dorm. She hopes tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow was not better.
Y/n thought it was, at first. She woke up with both her boyfriends next to her, doting as they usually would. They sit with her at breakfast, carry her things from class to class, and interact with everyone as normal. Everything is back to how it was, if a little tense, but that's to be expected.
Nothing seems to be amiss until she leaves for a lesson with Xaden, and they walk away in opposite directions. Y/n frowns as she watches them go.
"Have they still not settled things," Xaden asks, face expressionless.
"You know they were fighting?"
Xaden never dabbled in first year affairs if Violet wasn't concerned.
He shrugs. "Violet mentioned it"
Y/n bites her lip, considering. "No. They're fine, just a bit tense still, you know? It's not going to disappear in a day, but they're getting along again."
Y/n didn't know who she was lying to more, Xaden, or herself.
By the time she returned to her room, it was dark. Her feet dragged against the stone as she made her way up the steps. The sight of her door was a welcome reprieve, and Y/n couldn't wait to get out of her leathers, and de-stress, but the moment she entered, a thick silence enveloped her. Ridoc and Sawyer were on opposite sides of the room, their arms crossed, and lips pursed. It gave them an almost humorous likeness to bickering children, and she would've laughed if not for how utterly fed up she was.
"Okay, what the actual fuck? I thought we talked about this"
"We did," Sawyer is quick to defend. "We're fine. Nothing's wrong."
She raises her eyebrows disbelievingly. "Nothing? Okay. Right, so if nothing's wrong, kiss each other"
They immediately stiffen, their shoulders practically hiked up to their ears. A deathly quiet settles back over them.
"Unbelievable," Y/n scoffs. "Get out. Now. I can't deal with this tonight."
They seem to hesitate for a moment. No matter how mad they are at each other, they never want to leave Y/n when she's upset. Ridoc tries to reach for her, but she swiftly smacks his hand away.
"Out."
He swallows, but complies nonetheless, and Sawyer, allowing plenty of place between them, follows after.
Days pass with no improvement. Y/n tries everything she can to dissolve tension, and restore peace, but it's like with every attempt she makes, they get further and further away from solving it. It's so bad it's starting to affect her academically. She's always taken pride in doing well on tests, but when the physics paper lands on her desk with the lowest mark she's received since high school, it's safe to say she freaks a bit.
It plagues her all day, and well into the evening. This results in her being late to inntinnsic training, frustrating her even more. On top of that, Xaden breaks through her shield a multitude of times, and she finally lashes out.
"Can you just give me a fucking break?"
Realisation of who she's speaking to sinks in rapidly, like the cold flash of being doused in ice water.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to yell, it's just been a really long day and Sawyer and Ridoc are still fighting, and—"
Xaden puts a hand up, stopping Y/n's spiel, "It's fine."
She thought that would be the end of it, that they would continue training as if nothing had happened at all, but is thoroughly shocked when he asks, "Why are they fighting?"
Y/n blinks at him, "You're… asking me about my relationship?"
"If you tell anyone, I will make you regret it, but yes. This is negatively affecting you, and if you mess up in front of the wrong person because of it, it could hurt a lot more people than just you."
Guilt comes as a sharp stab in her ribs. She hadn't even thought about that.
"Also, and I will deny this till the day I die, I'm invested in your relationship with them. I've never seen a polyamorous couple, and I have never wanted to be part of one, but I'll admit watching it from the sidelines is… entertaining."
That eases the guilt, and Y/n can hardly fight her small grin. They'd come a long way. She could almost call Xaden a friend.
She takes a deep breath sitting cross-legged on the grass. Y/n explains the situation, and how the argument came to be, as well as giving a brief summary of all she's done to fix it.
Y/n lies back on the ground, lamenting toward the sky, "It's like they want to fight! And I know this is definitely TMI, but I'm so pent up! It's been a month!"
Xaden's face screws up the slightest bit, but surprisingly doesn't react past that.
"What do you and Violet do when you argue?" Y/n barely gives the Wingleader a second before answering for him, "Never mind, don't answer that. You guys just give Basgiath a light show"
That earns her a glare, to which she smiles innocently and says with saccharine sweetness, "Am I wrong?"
His onyx eyes narrow, yet he offers no defence.
"Wait," Y/n shoots up, "That's the answer!"
"A light show?"
"Metaphorically, yes," she replies, and walks off without explaining.
Y/n stands on a balcony overlooking the courtyard. She watches the unification day celebration below her, keeping her eyes specifically trained on her boyfriends. She couldn't see it from up here, but she could imagine how their skin would be flushing right about now, and grinned.
Y/n found them right before it started, giving them each a small pastry, and a room number to go to after the party. It had been difficult convincing Ridoc to wait, but she'd managed.
Y/n had woken up the morning after talking to Xaden finally knowing how to close the rift. She figured that if she's pent up, Sawyer must be as well, and Ridoc is certainly at his breaking point.
After the accident, Ridoc and Y/n obviously couldn't have sex, being injured and all, and while the original argument was about her safety, she theorises that it's no longer about that at all. Tensions just got higher the longer they went without release, and now they're just too stubborn to let it go. Solution? Make them fuck.
Ridoc began searching the crowd for her, wanting to know if she's already left, or if he had to wait longer. Sawyer looked incredibly uncomfortable from his seat surrounded by other riders, squirming. He was no doubt feeling the effects of the aphrodisiacs, and they would only get worse.
Sawyer's Pov
People around me talk endlessly about I couldn't give a fuck what. It's so hot out here, and being in the centre of the crowd with an aching dick doesn't help. Amari, I need to get out of here, the room number Y/n gave sounds out in my head over and over like a siren call. I haven't seen her the entire time though, but I can't get up or everyone will see my situation. It would be mortifying.
I beg it to go down, but thoughts of what's to come flood my mind, and it's been way too long.
'Fuck this'
I get up and book it, uncaring of the people I have to shove past to get there. I just need her.
The stone walls feel too close. Are the halls narrower here? Why is it still so hot?
My need almost brings me to my knees, and it's only the thought of Y/n that gives me the will to keep going, otherwise I think I'd whip it out right here.
'Gods, I sound like Ridoc'
A pang of longing goes through me. I really miss him. I know I saw him a few hours ago, and currently his very presence is infuriating, but I miss how it was before. His humour, his wit…
His cock.
No. Bad brain. You're still mad at him.
The sight of door makes me groan. My strides lengthen to get there faster, and I slam the door open, only to be greeted by a shirtless Ridoc.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me"
His eyes narrow. "Leave. Y/n's told me to be here."
"She told me the same thing dumbass"
Ridoc closes his eyes, throwing his head back in frustration, "She wants us all to have sex together"
"Not quite," Y/n answers, appearing in the door frame. "I'm tired of playing mediator between you two, so I'm forcing you to solve this yourselves." She tosses a bottle at Ridoc, who barely manages to catch it.
"Lube?"
"Yep. Have fun"
With that, she closes the door, locking us inside.
Silence reigns over us. It's made infinitely more awkward the longer we stare at each other. We're both hard, and extremely horny, and apparently hot judging by the sweat running down Ridoc's bare chest. My eyes can't help but to follow one bead as it trails down his abs. He gulps audibly, watching me watch him. We lock gazes again.
I break it, choosing to look at anything other than him. Doing so allows me to notice the contents of the room, something that was impossible before with Ridoc swallowing up my attention.
A large bed sits in the middle of the wall, facing the door. There's a bedside table on one side with a black box sitting atop it, and on the other is a stool with a plate filled with more of the pastries Y/n had given us before the celebration.
"The pastries," I whisper.
Ridoc frowns. "What about them?"
"It's why we're so hot and bothered! Y/n gave us aphrodisiacs!" Suddenly my straining cock, and undiluted need makes sense.
"Great, what do we do with that information?" he asks, voice dry.
It grates on my nerves. "At least we know," I reply, irritated.
Ridoc rolls his eyes, and I think I might strangle him.
"Knowing doesn't mean much if we can't do anything with that knowledge"
"Right. I forgot you like to live in ignorance. That way you don't have to deal with the consequences"
"Fuck off"
Sarcasm drips from my voice, "Nice come back."
Ridoc ignores me, retiring to the furthest end of the room. It's like we're children in time out. Y/n was right; this is truly ridiculous, and we're definitely better than this. Knowing that doesn't make it easier, though the longer this goes on, the less the conflict seems to matter, especially when Ridoc sheds the rest of his clothes, trying to escape the heat.
The sensation of my leathers being slicked with sweat leads me to do the same. We pointedly don't look at each other, standing in our boxers, just trying to breathe through it. I don't know how long we stay like that, trying to wait out the effects, but it's not enough.
Ridoc groans loudly, shoving the last layer away, "I can't take it anymore." He begins furiously pumping himself. "Fuck, so good"
My vision closes in on the contact, the way precum drips from the tip, and his veins pop with the restraint. My entire being hones in on him, and the way his body moves. It's like I can feel my body actively betraying me, saliva pooling as I stare without shame, wanting desperately to take him in my mouth. But I can't. My stupid pride won't let me.
It is a very nice view though.
Ridoc braces himself with one hand against the wall, breathing heavily as he gets closer.
"Don't." The sound of my own voice shocks me in the relative quiet. I hadn't meant to say anything.
"What?" He's panting. Hand still wrapped around his cock, never slowing.
"Don't cum"
"Oh fuck you!" His hand moves even faster. He's so close. Mere seconds away from blowing if I had to guess.
I run my tongue over my teeth, contemplating for a moment how I wanted to deal with that comment. I decide that today is as good as any to incite violence. I eat up the distance between us before Ridoc can make a move, and rip his hand off is dick, pinning it, and his other hand against the wall. Ridoc let's out a high pitched keening noise at the loss, then proceeds to glare daggers into my soul.
He struggles in my grip. "Get off me!"
"I told you to stop, and you didn't," I say right next to his ear, smiling with a smug satisfaction as goosebumps raise on his skin, and his cock jumps at the rough treatment.
"So? I don't have to listen to anything you say! You fu— oh"
In his effort to be free on my grip, Ridoc accidentally brushes up against my thigh. It seems it felt good enough to abandon his goal entirely, because he starts grinding on my leg, moaning as he did so.
"Gods, you're so desperate"
"You are too!" he argues.
I tilt my head. "Yes, but I'm not the one humping your leg, now am I"
Ridoc doesn't have a comeback for that, whether it's because he has nothing to say, or because he can't is unknown, but it's certainly entertaining. His cum smears over my skin, and the wet spot in my own underwear grows. As much fun as I'm having, I need to get my hands on him properly, but I can't let go, or he'll just jerk off again. The black box I'd seen before comes to mind.
"Why don't we find out what our girlfriend left for us, hmm?" I drag him by the wrists over to the bed, pushing him face first onto it, and adjust my hold so that his hands are behind him.
I'm able to sit on the edge whilst keeping him in place. Ridoc squirms for a moment before realising he can still get friction and refocuses his attention on that.
I grab the box from the side table, pulling it into my lap, but it brushes against me, and I suddenly understand Ridoc's impulse to hump everything. I release a small involuntary groan, and make a mental note to proceed more carefully, lest I lose control over the situation. Getting it open with one hand proves difficult, but I manage.
The contents are neatly organised, allowing for the most sex toys in one place I've ever seen outside of a sex shop.
'Dear god, how long is Y/n planning on keeping us here?'
Well, at least we'll be entertained.
Everything looks very enticing, but I think I'll start with a classic. I take out a pair of Velcro cuffs out, and straddle him so that he can't escape. They're loose enough that Ridoc can rotate his wrists, but he can't slip out. I bring his hands above his head, and turn him around. His skin is flushed, dick pulsing, and eyes unfocused. He looks absolutely ruined, and we've barely started.
"Sawyer! Don't just stare, touch me!"
I glance down at him, appearing displeased. "Keep talking like that, and see what happens"
Ridoc groans as I walk away from him. He tries to turn back over so that he can continue getting whatever small amount of friction he can from the bed, but one sharp look — surprisingly — keeps him in check. I grab this sleeve-like thing that we've never used before, and upon further inspection, I see that it has ridges inside.
'This is going to be fun'
Holding the sleeve in one hand and lube in the other, I stand in front of where Ridoc lays, his shins hanging off the bed. His cock stands straight up with multiple trails of precum dripping down to his balls. Ridoc tries to control his breathing, likely knowing that the real test of restraint was about to start. I pull him up to sitting by his shoulder, and tilt his head so that we're making eye contact.
My palm caresses his cheek, and he must really be out of it, because his eyes slip close, and he leans into it. When they open again, that brief hatred is gone, replaced with forlorn pleading. My dick chooses this time to reiterate its own pressing need, rendering my previous plan of just teasing Ridoc moot.
"Come on, get on the bed, all fours"
Ridoc complies almost eagerly, albeit clumsily given the added difficulties of having his hands bound. My fingers trail paths over his back, down the spine to his ass, and squeeze. He lets out a small whine, leaning back. The reverence that took hold of me is swiftly squandered by desire.
Bringing my mouth to his ear, I say, "Don't worry. I'm gonna take good care you." It's mocking, nearly cruel. I coat my fingers in lube, and begin running them around his rim over and over, never so much as dipping the tip of my finger inside.
His hips shift. "Sawyer. Sawyer, please"
"In due time"
Ridoc sighs, and starts to lower his torso.
"No, no. You have to stay up for what I have planned"
He huffs in annoyance, although remains so without argument.
"Wow. Did the pastries make you obedient too?"
That, I can tell, gets more than enough of a rise out of him that he finally tries to speak out. It's too bad he can't, not as my index finger pushes inside him, and whatever muffled comeback he would've given surrenders to loud, unashamed moans.
Ridoc fists the sheets like they're a life line keeping him afloat. I grin far wider than I should, but I just love watching all his brattiness melt away as soon as he's got something in his ass.
It's not long before the second finger accompanies the first, but you'd swear by the sounds Ridoc makes that we're trying out a new dildo. He's so loud that I wonder if even the thick Basgiath walls can't smother it. Hopefully Y/n put up a sound ward, just in case. With her knowing us as well as she does, it's highly likely.
"You want more, huh? You want my cock?"
"Yes! YES I want your cock. Need it so bad Sawyer"
"Yeah? You don't want another finger first?" I position my ring finger at his entrance teasingly.
His voice is high, and whiny, "No, please I— I just need it. Need it now. Don't make me wait, please, please"
I shush him, patronisingly cooing that he'll be okay, and that I'll stick it in him real soon. My dick — unhelpfully — very much encourages me to get a move on with that.
I awkwardly try to use my left hand to open and apply the lube to my own leaking member. I instantly regret this when the cold liquid drips onto it.
"Shit!" My entire body flinches away, and I accidentally rip my fingers out of Ridoc. He cries out in pain.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to do that." I place soft kisses to the base of his spine, and smooth my hands down the sides of his thighs.
Ridoc waves me off. Rather, he turns back and says with the most pathetic begging eyes, "Make it up to me with a proper fucking"
I burst out laughing, but am genuinely glad I didn't hurt him.
"That's the plan"
Now with both hands available, slicking myself up is much easier. Despite this, it's not fast enough for him.
"Sawyeeeeer!"
"I know, I know. Soon"
"Sooner!"
"Watch it," I warn through an amused smile, "or I'll just give you my fingers again"
I concentrate back on the twitching rod of need attached to me. I don't know how much time has passed but it feels like a while, yet the effects haven't dulled one bit. Privately, I wonder if it's the aphrodisiacs, or the combination of going so long without sex, and Ridoc looking like that.
I line myself up, and he sighs in relief, knowing it'll just be a few more seconds till I'm inside. I push in, and he fucking melts, lowering his upper body again. I allow him to enjoy it like that for some time. He's been patient. By Ridoc standards, not by any normal human being measure of the word. In his defence, the drugs play a large part in that.
Before I move, I tap him lightly, reminding Ridoc that he's not supposed to lean down. He hums contentedly once I begin rocking, letting his head fall, but not his body.
"That nice?"
"Mmh"
"You think you can handle more?"
He nods. "Please"
I start pulling out an inch or two when I thrust, it's not nearly as rough a fucking as he asked for, but it's a start, and if he wants more, he'll be thankful for it. Ridoc emits small breaths through his nose, and even closes his eyes, getting used to the new pace in no time. It's like he's about to fall asleep.
'Can't have that'
With no warning, I pull out all the way, only leaving my tip just barely supported on the rim, and slam into him. Ridoc screams. His back arches dramatically, and his grip on the sheets tightens till his knuckles go white.
"Gods, Sawyer! Warn a guy!"
"That takes all the fun out of it"
My thrusting becomes relentless. Ridoc can hardly get a breath in, barely staying conscious with the lack of oxygen. I pause for the briefest second to shuffle closer when something knocks against my leg.
The sleeve. I'd forgotten about that.
"Ridoc, can you handle more?"
"More? More what?"
"It was a yes or no question"
Ridoc falls silent, contemplating whether he wants to risk it on whatever I might have planned.
"Yes"
"Full sentence"
"Yes, Sawyer. I can handle more. I— I want more"
I lean my body weight on top of him so that my hips are flush with his ass, and place a kiss on the back of his neck. Reaching my arms around his body, I lather his dick and slip the sleeve over it.
Ridoc jerks. "HOLY— What is that?"
"A gift. Or a punishment, depending on how you behave"
His head falls between his shoulders, and he lets out a humourless chuckle, "You're always so rigid about this shit. You never let me do anything fun. I always gotta act a certain way."
"A punishment then," and with that, I begin moving the sleeve over his shaft rhythmically.
Ridoc squirms, pushing backwards, but it's no use; my hand follows him, never letting up. He tries to hold back his moans, but they only increase in volume. Best of all, Ridoc stops fighting it, and instead thrusts his hips, chasing his own mounting pleasure. Ridoc continues to loudly spiel unintelligible pleas for more, or maybe less. It's hard to tell.
"Oh, baby, it sounds like you're having some trouble keeping quiet. Do you want help with that?" I ask, already reaching into the box again, fumbling for something I saw earlier.
Ridoc shakes his head, still moaning at the never ending sensations being sent through him. I assume that mumbled nonsense was supposed to be words, but they were too jumbled up to make out. I stop thrusting, and remove the sleeve. He lets out a noise between a whine and a grunt in protest.
"Open"
His brown eyes flick to the gag. His jaw works.
"I can force you"
He glowers ahead, a low burning fire reflected in his pupils. For a moment, I think he might take me up on that challenge, but begrudgingly, his lips part. I press the gag in quickly before he can change his mind, securing it around his head.
"Good boy"
Ridoc jerks his head away, glaring at me as best he can in spite of the awkward angle. Ignoring the open disdain, I kiss his cheek, and rush back in to torturing him full force before he can get his bearings. His yelp is muffled greatly, but unmistakable.
Ridoc's unravelling under me, and even with the gag, I can tell he's getting close. Just a little more, then I'll rip it all away, and watch him writhe.
A few seconds after, I stop giving him the friction he wants, moving with him instead. Ridoc does everything he can to gain back what he'd lost, bucking wildly.
"Aww, you're so needy," I coo, leaning into the condescending lilt.
He slows, taking a breather while his arms tremble. Again, he looks back at me, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Begging. Screaming for release.
"What's wrong? Did you wanna cum?"
He nods at me pitifully. Ridoc clenches down as much as he can, trying to persuade me to keep going, to get him to that edge, and finally allow him to fall off.
I tsk, "That's too bad"
I know when the desperation dissipates from Ridoc's eyes, and instead narrow with seething irritation, that I've made a mistake. Ridoc pushes back, knocking me off balance. He uses that moment to gain the upper hand, roughly shoving the strap of the gag over his head. From his knees, he twists his torso around almost a full 180, reaching for my far shoulder to pull me in front of him. My body bounces a bit from the force, but Ridoc's on me in a flash, bound hands pinning my midsection, legs straddling mine.
He glares with vengeance. "Don't even think about moving from this spot," he spits.
I am so fucked now.
Ridoc's Pov
Sawyer looks up at me, dumbstruck. My dick is fucking throbbing right now because of this asshole, and here he is acting bewildered that I'd retaliate. I am so tired of him calling the shots all the time. He's gonna regret edging me so much.
I slide down his body, keeping my burning glare fixed on his face, daring him to disobey me. He gulps at the friction between my chest and his cock, an unwilling grunt slipping through.
"Oh, are you sensitive there? Does it feel good when I touch it?"
Sawyer stubbornly remains quiet, refusing to make anymore sounds whilst I lightly trail my nose over his shaft. I blow a gentle stream of air onto his balls, and watch as his eyes flutter shut.
"Yeah, I think it's sensitive there. Do you want me to touch it nicely? Hmm? Want me to play with you?"
Sawyer ignores my taunts, annoyingly deciding to rise above it. No matter. I will break him.
"Are you feeling shy? That's okay, you're gonna become real chatty soon enough"
My tongue pokes out, tasting the thin stream of precum that's been steadily leaking from his tip. Sawyer sighs. It's shaky, full of restraint fuelled by stubbornness. I become more attentive, more worshipful, treating his shaft to little kitten licks, and sucking on his tip whilst expertly swirling my tongue around it.
Sawyer's body twitches sporadically despite his efforts to stay still, and not show how I was affecting him. Adorable. He lies there, squirming minutely. Eventually his hands move from white knuckling the sheets to the curls of my hair. As soon as he makes contact, I pull off. Apparently having given up on resistance, he tightens his grip on the strands, and attempts to drag me back.
"Uh uh, you don't control this"
I jerk back so he's forced to let go, and gaze at him as he pants with his eyes screwed shut.
"Hands above your head," I order.
Sawyer looks up at me as if to say, 'Really?' but my only answer is to stare back at him, one brow raised. He concedes when it's clear that I won't budge. Shakily, he raises his arms above his head to rest on the plush pillow. I smile as he settles into the new position, waiting for me to do something.
Sawyer's legs wrap loosely around my torso when I start again, not pulling me in, but just resting there as he struggles to control himself. His back bows off the coverlets in desperation, so close to finishing. Just like he'd done, I stop.
"Ridoc," he complains through gritted teeth.
"Yes?"
"Please. I wanna cum"
"So?" I scoff. "This is a dose of your own medicine. What's wrong? You don't like the taste?"
Sawyer closes his eyes in defeat, knowing that he won't convince me to end this anytime soon.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll help you."
He opens one eye to look at me suspiciously, and appears uncomforted by my mischievous expression. I can't imagine why.
"Stay." I shuffle off the bed while using my teeth to undo the Velcro strap on the cuffs. Rummaging through the sex wonder box, I find exactly what I'd hoped I would. 'Thank you, Y/n'
I turn, brandishing the cock ring.
He glances at it, then back to my face. "You know those things don't stop a person from cumming, right?"
"Sawyer, you'd never even heard of a cock ring before we became friends, don't try to 'sex ed' me right now," I say.
"I don't know what your sex ed class was like, but I can tell you that they generally don't go over that," he answers, looking pointedly at the box, and then the ring.
"Whatever." He lets me put the ring on without any fuss, but he does moan once it's in place.
"Admittedly, you are right. It won't stop you from cumming, but it'll make you last longer, meaning I get to play a little more before stopping again"
I hear a tiny noise of protest from the back of his throat. "Ridoc… please. I'm sorry."
"Not good enough."
At least ten minutes of this goes by. Me working him up, again and again, and just as I'd promised he would be, Sawyer's extremely chatty.
"I'm— I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I called you desperate, I'm sorry I edged you so much, I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder, I'm sorry for all of it. Ridoc, baby please. Please"
I gently trail my fingers over his inner thighs as I contemplate whether or not to accept his apologies. Sawyer looks… broken. His face is red, so much so that his freckles are barely visible. His eyes are shining with the threat of more tears; the ones on his cheeks still drying. He hasn't moved his wrists from above his head; an impressive feat I never would've managed, and a very appreciated one at that.
It all paints a picture that has only one interpretation.
"Shhh, it's okay. You're right, you deserve to cum now"
Relief floods him. His whole body goes lax as I press kisses up his body. I hover mine as close to Sawyer's as I can, leaving just enough space to reach down, and stroke him.
I rest our foreheads against each other, and begin moving my hand.
"Can— can I touch you?"
"You may."
He threads one hand through my hair, whilst the other wraps around to the base of my neck, pulling me closer. Sawyer lightly connects our lips, and while I had every intention of letting him take the lead, instead, he invites me in, encouraging me to control the kiss.
He groans into it, tightening his grip on my hair. I keep my pace steady until he asks me to go faster. In no time, he's close, and I swear he stops breathing, like he's expecting me to stop again.
"It's alright, Sawyer. I'm gonna make you cum."
Sawyer eventually looses the ability to kiss back, so I start sucking light hickies onto his neck. When he finally cums, his back arches high and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. Cum shoots out of his dick, hitting my abs. It drips onto him as he recovers from the orgasm with gasping breaths and a sheen of sweat.
"Fuck, Ridoc. Thank you, thank you"
"You are very welcome"
He lets out a weak chuckle at my response. Sawyer takes a few more moments to come down after such an intense orgasm, but once he does, his attention turns to me. "How would you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Come on, it's your turn. You've had to wait way too long already. How do you want me to make you cum?"
"Don't worry about it, that looked like a lot. Rest, I'll sort myself—"
Sawyer looks downright disgusted. "Absolutely not! You tell me what you want, or I pick"
I chew my bottom lip, wondering whether I should insist, or indulge. The choice is difficult until I see the determination in Sawyer's expression, and I remember that I'm weak for this man. "…I really want you to ride me"
He leans up, kisses the corner of my mouth, then says, "We should switch positions then," and instead of letting me get off, he pulls me flush against him, and rolls us over.
"Much better"
Now that Sawyer's on top of me like this, the lust that I was able to hold back for his benefit comes crashing into me again.
"Please hurry"
He smiles. 'Gods that smile.'
"Yes, Sir."
I moan, and thrust my hips up. For once, he doesn't comment or chastise me in any way. I allow my head to fall back, and just listen as Sawyer hastily preps himself. He barely touches my cock, and it almost feels like enough to blow. He's positioning me, but before I feel his warm walls, I feel him slide something snug on first. I glance down and see the fucking cock ring.
"You asshole," I laugh.
"I have to be a little mean"
I roll my eyes, and then they roll back when he sinks down. Sawyer's instantly in motion, fucking himself on my cock.
"Shit, Sawyer! Just like that!"
I buck up wildly, unable to control myself. Within seconds, I find release, and holy fucking shit. My entire body convulses, and my vision leaves the room. I blindly grab at his chest, trying to find his shoulders to tug him down. We have a long, sloppy make out session before finally untangling ourselves from one another, and stare at the ceiling in companionable silence for a while.
"So… that happened"
"Yep," Sawyer replies, popping the 'p'.
"Completely hypothetical question, do you think if we ate more of those pastries we'd be able to go another round or two?"
Sawyer takes a moment, his gaze directed at them sitting innocently on the bedside table. "I think it's worth finding out"
Long story short, my hypothesis was confirmed. It helped us have a second round, and a third… and a fourth.
3rd Person Pov
-The Next Morning-
Sawyer, and Ridoc wake up groaning in pain.
"Owww! My everything hurts," Ridoc complains.
"Same. We really should've stopped after round three."
"Definitely... It was a lot of fun though."
"So much fun," Sawyer agrees, laughing, and then wincing at the pain it causes.
Despite the aches, Ridoc shuffles closer to Sawyer, tucking himself into the other man's side. "Do we have to get up?"
He hums. "We do if we want breakfast. Plus, Y/n will be wanting to know that her little scheme worked, but we don't have to get up right this second"
The comment about Y/n's scheme reminds Ridoc why they were in this predicament in the first place. He'd completely forgotten with everything that'd been going on last night. The argument seemed so silly now. They had definitely blown it out of proportions.
"What's wrong?"
Ridoc jumps when he hears the question. His face had not gotten permission from his brain to make any expressions that would betray his thoughts.
"And don't say nothing."
Ridoc's mouth snaps shut. That was exactly what he was going to say. He sighs, working out the phrasing in his head.
"I'm sorry. I know I can be reckless, but I promise I take our safety seriously. Especially Y/n's"
Sawyer's expression softens. "I know you do. Truthfully, I think I was projecting. My first year, I didn't take anything as seriously as I should have, and I paid the price. In here, I'm lucky that price was only repeating the year, and not death"
"I hate that you had to go through that, but selfishly, I'm glad you did"
"Me too"
They lounge in the room for as long as the Basgiath meal schedule allows. With only twenty minutes left of breakfast, they finally schlep their way to the table, joining their friends. Y/n's the first to spot them, lighting up at their approach.
"You made it!" she exclaims. "I thought I'd have to go find you guys."
"No need, we have arrived," Ridoc says with entirely too much energy that he most certainly doesn't have.
Imogen eyes them disdainfully. "You two could at least try to be less conspicuous"
"What do you mean?" Sawyer asks, genuinely confused.
"Oh, you mean other than the heavy limp?"
Sawyer blushes furiously, and tries to sink into himself.
"Jealous much?" Ridoc counters.
Before Imogen can respond, Y/n interjects. "I take it you've made up?"
Sawyer kisses her cheek, before softly saying, "Yes, we did. Thank you, Angel"
Of course, Ridoc has to add his two cents, "Yes, many, many times."
The comment is naturally met with a chorus of eye rolls, groans, and the occasional dramatic gag.
Ignoring this, Sawyer and Ridoc press themselves against Y/n as much as what's comfortable, and eat what they can of their breakfast in peace. No tense silence, or veiled insults to be found. Just as it should be.
A/n: This isn't relative to the story so feel no obligation to read this.
When I wrote the azris x reader story, I spent at least twenty minutes trying to think what Sawyer and Ridoc's argument could be about. I didn't want to make it something stupid, or nonsensical, and I really struggled to find something that I thought they'd actually argue about.
Then I realised that I didn't have to mention what the argument was about at all, and just that they had one. Immediately all my problems were solved.
And then I received this ask.
That being said, thank you so much to the anon who requested it, I hope you enjoyed and Happy Pride Month everybody!
So, I'm writing part 4 of Ridoc x Reader x Sawyer, and there's a scene with a gag. I really like the part of the character putting it on, but I also love incorporating dialogue, so shortly after it's put on, it's taken off, so it feels a bit pointless.
Question, when it comes to long fics, do you prefer reader, or oc?
To clarify, my version of 'reader' is just an oc without a name (Uses Y/n L/n) I don't do the whole e/c, h/c, h/l stuff. NO JUDGEMENT IF YOU DO. It's just not my style.
I currently have two requests for Nyx, one which I have planned out, and one that I haven't. I would love to write them but I have exams currently, so apologies, but it will be a while before I can write any.
there will always be a part of me that wonders what Lilith and Mira would have done if Violet had died at the start of Fourth Wing.
i know for a fact it would have hurt Lilith, and it would have hurt her a lot. but i want to know what she would do. what she would feel. how she would act after finding out.
She lost all three of her children, because there's no way in hell Mira would have ANYTHING to do with her mother after that. I can even see her changing her last name. I can imagine a line like 'There's no one alive left in this family worth loving"
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
A short drabble featuring Ridoc's never-ending battle with his arch nemesis; a needle and thread.
Dividers by: @empyreanevents
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 0.6k
Ridoc stares at the offending items, eyes narrowed threateningly, his entire body drawn tight as a bowstring. The rider's flight jacket lays there, strewn carelessly over the side of the bed, at risk of falling off. A new patch, the Iron Squad patch, still in it's plastic wrap sat on his desk next to rider-grade thread, and a needle. Unassuming to anyone else, but he knew the truth. How it was maliciously staring back at him, daring him to try, and waiting to laugh as he did.
"Sewing," he said to the empty room.
"My worst enemy"
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The squad stands in the flight field next to their respective dragons, each of them have their new patch sewn proudly onto their flight jackets. Violet walks on last, looking upset, so naturally, Ridoc goes to cheer her up.
He slings an arm around her shoulders, "Iron squad, all together! You guys we're unstoppable!" Ridoc gasps loudly as an idea pops into his head. Unable to keep the inside thoughts inside, he says it immediately, "We should make a theme song!"
Professor Kaori jumps in before any of the others can, "Unfortunately Cadet Gamlyn, you'll all have to do that on your own time."
He uses that as a Segway to start the lesson, explaining the maneuver they'd be learning today. After the brief explanation, everyone mounts their dragons.
'We're gonna ace this'
'If you can hold on that is,' Aotrom counters teasingly.
'Is that a challenge?'
'More a requirement for you to stay alive'
'It's a challenge'
Aotrom lifts off with one great wing beat. Ridoc feels the air rush around him, how the force pushes him down into the scales. It's great feeling. He loves flying, loves being a rider, and most importantly, he loves his squad — the iron squad.
Ridoc glances down at his jacket to where the patch is. Pride fills him when he looks at it.
'Unstoppable'
The dragons all dip and dive in near perfect formation following Smachd's lead. It's been good so far, Tairn has gotten used to not leading, and ever since Riorson got that saddle for Violet, she hasn't fallen off once.
'Alright, we can do this'
Ridoc presses his body against Aotrom's neck, squeezing his thighs together as his dragon climbs higher preparing to be upside down.
Aotrom arcs his body, and Ridoc becomes weightless for a split-second. For that moment, he feels the most free he ever has before, then they complete the loop, executing it perfectly.
"Fuck yeah!" Ridoc turns to see if the others were okay, but is distracted when something flaps about in front of him. He quickly realises that the thing is his Iron Squad patch holding on by a single thread. It comes loose before he can grab it.
"My patch!" He doesn't think, thrusting his arm forward, but he's too late. Unfortunately, it throws off his balance completely, and he loses his seat, plummeting to the ground below.
Aotrom, ever faithful, nose-dives after his rider. Ridoc's training kicks in like second-nature, spreading his body out to increase surface area, slowing his descent. The brown swordtail swoops under his rider, and brings them back into formation safely.
The lesson ends without further incident, but his friends check on him nevertheless.
Sawyer reaches him first, "Hey, are you alright?"
"Yeah, what happened up there? You did the maneuver fine and then just… fell off. Did you not sleep enough?" Rhiannon adds.
"I'm fine. Wait, no I'm not; I lost my fucking patch!"
"Really?" she says unimpressed, "You risked your life over the stupid patch?"
Ridoc's about to retort, but Violet speaks up, "You can get another one from Professor Devera if you want. They always make spares"
"Thanks, Vi"
He stomps away, muttering to himself about having to sew again.
