Hi, could I request a Bodhi fluff prompt number 1? I think it would be something he would say to his partner, since Xaden mentionned that Bodhi was possesive in Iron flame when he saw Violet wearing his flight jacket.
I hope you don't mind that I'm joining your two requests together 💕
Second request: "Hi! Could I request a Bodhi smutt prompt 31? Like maybe he came to visit after graduating Basgiagth? Thanks in advance, there's not enough Bodhi fics :))"
Missed You
Bodhi Durran x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff, breeding kink?
Prompts: Fluff - "You look really good in my clothes”, Smut - "Show me how much you missed me.”
Summary: Bodhi was stationed a post far away from you, and you hadn't expected him back so early. He intends to show you just how much he has missed you.
a/n: i agree, bodhi does not get enough love, i haven’t read fourth wing or iron flame in a while so sorry if things aren’t exactly the same 🫶🏻 as always unedited
I stand in the kitchen, with my hands on my hips, my eyes glaring at the ingredients I have laid out on the counter. Bodhi is coming home tonight after 2 months stationed at some post.
Gods I missed him.
“I could make a cake,” I mumble to myself.
No, I’ve done that too many times.
I continue glaring at the ingredients as if they have some hidden answer in them.
“Fuck it I’m making the cake,”
I had just put the cake in the oven, elbows deep in flour.
The door unlatched but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of the tap running.
“Hi my love,” I hear a deep voice behind me. Gasping, I run to Bodhi, jumping into his arms.
Kissing him hard on the lips, I savoured the taste of him. His strong arms wrapped under my thighs to hold me up. Pulling away, I try to catch my breath from that knee weakening kiss.
If Bodhi hadn’t been holding me, I definitely would’ve fallen.
“Missed you” he mumbles against my lips, I giggle and whisper “I missed you too baby”.
“Oh shit I have flour all over me,” I stammered, “I’m gonna get it all over your clothes”.
“I don’t care,” he retorts pulling me closer “Did you know how beautiful you look?” he gazes deep into my eyes. “Even like this?” I chuckle.
“Especially like this, makes me wanna get you all nice and round with my kids,” he groans out.
“What are we waiting for then Lieutenant, show me how much you missed me,” I commanded.
A cheeky grin crosses his lips, “Gladly”.
Gripping onto his shirt, I yelp as he carries me over his shoulders and runs up the stairs and to our bedroom.
"Bodhi, I swear to fucking god if you drop me, I'll gut you," my head bobbles as his grip on my thighs tightens. I gulp at the feeling, hopefully he doesn't notice.
"Have more faith in me darling," his hand loosens and just as I'm about to start yelling again it comes in contact with my ass, a loud slap echoing.
"Bodhi!" I gasp, about to lecture him again when I realise that I can pinch his butt.
And that's exactly what I do. His reaction is more milder to mine, probably because he isn't being carried over someone's shoulder.
"Didn't know you were an ass kind of lady, sweetheart," he chuckles.
"It's hard not to be when my husband has such fat ass," I grin.
He pushes me against the door and kisses me hard. His lips find mine in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lingering touch conveying the depth of his longing. The intensity of his desire for me is palpable as he holds me tightly, cherishing the moment of reunion after being apart for so long.
I deepen the kiss, my lips hungry and insistent against his. With a firm yet gentle touch, he begins to skillfully remove my clothing, his hands tracing the curves of my body with reverence. Each garment falls away, revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.
As my body is exposed to him, he takes a moment to stare at me. "Bloody hell, you're stunning," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. The way his skin glows under the dim light, the way my curves beckon him closer, it's all too tempting to resist.
I begin to rid him of his own clothing, each piece discarded with urgency. The room fills with the sound of fabric hitting the ground as the anticipation builds between us. I pull away from the kisses, admiring the sight of Bodhi towering over me.
Closing the distance between us, I pull him into another passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together. My hands roam his exposed skin, exploring every inch with a mix of passion and hunger. The heat between us intensifies, and I can feel the electricity building in the air as our desire intertwines.
In this moment, there's nothing else that matters. It's just him and me, consumed by a primal need for each other.
"Please Bodhi I need you" I whimper out.
He pauses for a moment, his intense gaze locked with mine. I can see the raw desire in his eyes, the vulnerability in my plea. A flicker of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans in closer, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.
"You need me that bad love?" he responds, my tone laced with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. "Well, lucky for you, I'm right here."
Without further hesitation, he guides us towards the bed, his touch firm and commanding. Bodhi presses me down onto the mattress, his body hovering above mine. My hands roam his body, igniting every nerve with a teasing touch. I can sense his anticipation, his craving for the connection we share.
Leaning in, I capture your lips once more in a searing kiss, my tongue dancing with his. I can feel the urgency building as our bodies meld together, the heat between us becoming undeniable. With each touch, each caress, he makes it clear that he's here to fulfill my every desire.
"Tell me, love," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll take you to places you've never been before."
"I want you in me, Bodhi" I whine out.
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hears my plea. The sound of my need ignites a primal hunger within him, pushing him further into his dominant nature. Bodhi positions himself between my legs, my gaze locked with his as he slowly enters me, inch by inch.
"You want me in you, love?" he growls, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're going to get exactly what you need."
With each thrust, our connection deepens, savoring the way his cock hits that spot in me. My moans and whimpers echo in the room, fueling his desire to give me pleasure beyond measure. He sets a rhythm, his movements steady and powerful, ensuring that every stroke hits the right spot.
As he watches I surrender to the pleasure, he praises me in his rough, sex-laced voice. "That's it, love. Take me. Take all of me," he encourages me, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and adoration. "You feel fucking amazing. So tight and wet for me."
He continues to move within me, my hands scratching into your back, pulling him impossibly close to me. I revel in the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.
"You were made for this, love," Bodhi whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Made to take my cock. To be fucked by me. You're doing such a good job."
I lose myself in the moment, completely consumed by the passion between us, as we both chase the peak of pleasure, the world around us fading into oblivion.
"Fuck, I'm so close, Bodhi," I moan out.
I can feel the build-up of pleasure coursing through our bodies, the tension reaching its peak. His grip on my hips tightens as he quickens the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, fueled by my desperate moans and pleas for release.
"Give in, love," he growls, his voice filled with a mix of need and dominance. "Let go for me. Come undone."
He continues to drive into me, his movements becoming more relentless, chasing both our climaxes. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh agains flesh, the intoxicating symphony of pleasure.
As I feel the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can no longer hold back. I let go, my release washing over me in a powerful surge. "Fuck, Bodhi," I moan, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Shit".
I watch as his body tenses, his groans growing louder as Bodhi reaches his own climax.
"You're beautiful when you come," he whispers in my ear, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."
We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath of our passionate union. The room is filled with heavy breaths and the lingering scent of our desire, a testament to the intensity of our connection.
As we come down from our high, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close. "You were made for this, love," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're mine, now and always."
Bodhi got up to clean us off, he comes back with a t shirt of his own and put it over me. "You look really good in my clothes," he grins.
Hey everyone, this is Chapter 3 of The Letter, you can find chapters 1 and 2 here.
Warnings under the cut
Quick warning for this chapter, there are mature themes, (Yes I'm well aware that this is Fourth Wing of all things-), that may be triggering to some.
TW: Suicidal Ideation, Grieving
I don't sleep that night. I don't attend my classes, nor do I attend dinner. Hell, I wouldn't eat if it wasn't for Emek or Helena, or any of my foster siblings. Even though I did eat, I ate small, only a few bites until Emek was content that I'd eaten enough.
Lady Burnam doesn't check in, but I'm sure she knows, because I have yet to be reprimanded for skipping my studies.
All that goes through my head is Liam. I've read through my letter book six times in the last hour, skimming through the letters I've received from Liam years ago- some of the last times I had ever spoken to my brother.
Emek has been telling me what to expect- its all mainly information of what he's gotten from Xaden and Garrick- or some other rider. I'm slumped over my letter book, my hand tracing the frailed edges of the paper.
-so Xaden hit his head on the tree in the courtyard, he's okay, but Garrick and I won't stop making fun of him.
Duke Lindell is making us all go to the Reunification Festival. We have to put on these stuffy shirts, like the ones Mom used to put us in when we'd go to dinner, do you remember those? Yeah, they're a lot like those.
I wish you could come to this one, but I don't think Lady Burnam would be willing to send us all together again. I miss you, and I'll try to ask Duke Lindell if I can get a wagon to go and see you by your birthday, gods, fifteen already, you've grown up.
Did you finally cut your hair? I know Eya was pestering you about it- you know you don't have to, I know how much you love your long hair.
I don't have much more of a letter to write, but I'll expect one back soon Sloane, I love you.
-Liam
My heart drops as it reaches the end, like it's done with every letter, like it's the last time he said goodbye. But I didn't get that. I wont ever get that.
I flip several pages and find another letter, it's from Liam. I don't know when my mind decided that it would be much more useful to pocket where my brothers letters were in the book, but it did, and I couldn't be happier.
Dear Sloane,
How are you holding up? Are you still having the nightmares you had in the cart? If you are, Garrick said Eya (I'm pretty sure that's the oldest with you, right?) Anyways, he said she knew a thing or two about getting rest, what remedies to take and whatnot.
Is your town celebrating that Navarre won the war too? There's fireworks every night here in Trivainne, and though Xaden won't admit it, I know he's not sleeping well.
Just remember that you are strong, and you're gonna be okay. I promise. I'm still here, even if Mom and Dad aren't, I'm still your big brother, and you can always talk to me.
I love you so much, Sloane. Please don't forget that and do something stupid. I love you.
-Liam
'-dont forget that and do something stupid.' I scoff. Garrick and Imogen had told me the exact same thing. I want to do the stupidest thing. I want to see Liam again.
My heart pains again, and I close the book and curl up on my side, pulling the blanket over my shoulder. It all hurts. Everything. I don't think I'll ever not hurt. To think that the aches of losing Mom and Dad just started to go away.
My eyes feel heavy, and even though I know I'll only have a nightmare, at least it's bound to be about Liam. Gods, Liam. He won't be there when I cross the Parapet. He won't be there to cheer me on as I land in the flight field at Threshing.
Fuck it. I swing my legs out to the side of the bed and shove my feet into my slippers. I make the thirty feet to the door feel like it's a hundred. I push, and it gives way.
Drinn sits in the hallway, and his eyes meet mine, "Hey Sloane, are you alright?" I nod. He doesn't push, and he brings his knees to his chest as I walk past.
I make my way down the steps and across the giant commons room, and to the glass door that leads outside. The courtyard isn't nearly as large as Aretia's was, but Trinitham House has the same structure as Riorson House. East Elsum was much more different from Tyrrendor, a whole new terrain.
Walking a ways down the road, I sit down on the swing Eya and Emek set up 3 years ago for Bryn and Kahla.
We used to have a swing like this, my dad would sit me on his knee and read me a book while my mom and Liam would grab apples from the tree to use for target practice.
I stand and look at the rope that hangs from the tree that we used to dive into the pond, we just replaced it last year, it's sturdy.
I twirl the rope in my fingers while I think.
This is the only way I can see any of them again.
Mom, Dad, Liam, Fen Riorson, Mrs. Cardulo, any of them, I will give anything to see them again.
I twirl the rope once, and make a simple but sturdy slip knot. Mom taught me how to stitch, that's one thing I'll thank her for when I see her.
I step back, and breathe. My hands are shaking heavily, but I don't care, I need to see them again. My family.
Please, Malek, take me, take me like you took them.
How did this even happen? He was so fucking strong. Xaden said Deigh was strong. How does Liam Jamison Mairi die, and his dragon, a fucking dragon, die?
More importantly, how does breakable, tiny, daughter-of-a-murderous-psychopath Sorrengail, live? Or live so she could see my brother die, then get conveniently stabbed.
Fuck I swear if she lives and I see her I'll fucking stab her right then and there, no question no contest. My brother did not die for her sorry ass.
I drop the rope, and I wipe the tears that have been streaming down my face.
I will not see Liam again, until I see the face of the reason he died. If she lives. If she doesn't, well, running at first formation is always a second option.
Violet tries, and fails, to ignore the knocking on the door to her room.
No, not her room - it’s simply the room she’s staying in, because she’s so far from anywhere she would call home. Her brother is on the other side of that door, she’s certain of it. She’s learned to tell his knocks from Xaden’s, not that it matters. She won’t open the door for either of them, she hasn’t for days.
She can’t face them, or anyone else right now. Every time she thinks she’s regained control of her thoughts and emotions they begin to spiral again until she’s barely able to breathe, her vision dimming around the edges.
How could she be so foolish?
She’s a Sorrengail. This entire year she’s been so hellbent on living up to her mother and siblings’ names, of the Sorrengail name, that she forgot there was another Sorrengail with a legacy to uphold.
Worse than anything else that’s befallen her these past few days, is the realization that she let her father’s memory down. He raised her to value knowledge, to utilize the power of words and stories. She knows how important they are because he told her, ingraining it into every facet of her life and studies. If she only followed her gut instinct to bring the book of fables… if only she kept her head and her wits about her amongst all the physical conditioning and… and…
Violet doesn’t realize she’s crying again until the tears are soaking through her shirt, pressing it cold and damp against her chest.
She had everything she needed to figure this out weeks ago. Months ago. The incidents that never made it to their classroom reports - the scroll she accidentally read, and the attacks her sister was involved in - all the information was there. All the signs were there, right in front of her face, but she was too focused on her own goddamn drama to piece it all together.
She should’ve known, should’ve realized sooner.
She could’ve figured out the truth behind the Wyverns and Venin.
She could’ve saved so many lives.
She could’ve saved Liam.
Instead, she spent her time training to fight, or worrying about her friendship with Dain, or fixating over her stupid crush on Xaden. Nothing mattered except fitting in. Nothing mattered except surviving, getting stronger, and proving herself physically. She let everything else fall to the wayside, including everything that made her her. She lost herself a little bit more every day she spent as a Rider.
And because of that, she lost so much more.
On some deeper level Violet knows that this isn’t her fault. She knows that there are people much higher up than she is to blame for the lack of information and transparency. She wonders how many more secrets her mother kept that harmed so many more than they helped. Is that the legacy she’s so keen to uphold? One rooted in selfishness and the sacrifice of others to serve her own best interests?
Violet tells herself that she’s nothing like her mother, that she actually saved a lot of lives by figuring it out in the end… but it isn’t enough.
She isn’t enough, not split in two the way she is.
The heart of a rider and the brain of a scribe, constantly at war.
A Sorrengail, through and through.
It’s time she starts acting like one - all of it, everything that comes with her lineage, not just whatever bits and pieces she feels like handpicking for any given moment.
Violet wipes at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt in careful dabs, not wanting to add to the redness she’s certain is already exhibited there, before standing up and making her way to the door.
