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Him meeting someone else is NOT an indicator of Star’s worth. It doesn’t mean that other girl is better than her or that something is wrong with her. Just means the pieces weren’t meant to fall in place this time. I know she needs to process the loss, but I’m glad she knows she’ll be okay in the end 🫶

"When the heart shatters"

Standalone

Naolin x Riorson reader but feel free to imagine whoever with yourself, this is a piece to comfort yourself Blurb: Dissapointment about love, regrets and all that broken stuff- go to warnings please wc: 6.9 ☆ No spoilers. Doubts, Insecurities, love, heartbreak, mention of "selfharm"? It's a coping mechanism really, its how you interpet it. Emotional distress, sensitive topics, Mental health problems. Personal story, happened today actually and i just put it in a story because i didn't know what else to do with it. it's still raw honestly. Everything in here actually happened, i just put it in a story in the fourth wing world. Please be respectful i went through all of this in one motheflipping day and all i wanna do is sleep and cry. I hope you are all okay. also i added phones for the sake of the story i didn't want another headache :(

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It had been a long week, everything felt slow, nothing felt right. My heart ached with an overwhelming pain.

It had been days since I last heard from him—four, to be exact. I knew he was busy; he probably had a lot on his mind, understandably so. But still, I felt forgotten, insignificant. Stupid, for getting attached so quickly, especially since I hadn't known him all that long. But then again, I didn't meet people easily. When I did, I tended to attach fast.

Naolin had told me to distract myself—draw, write, work on something else, anything to get my mind off him. To stop waiting for something that was clearly useless.

I walked into the library at Riorson House, determined to find a book—one about true love, where two people were made for each other, destined to be together despite everything that happened in their lives. A fantasy novel with curses and fairy tales, filled with hope and pain, where they would overcome it all together. With a happily ever after. Isn’t that everyone’s dream?

As I reached the romance section, my phone vibrated with a notification. Just like every other notification in the past four days, I almost scrambled to pull it out of my back pocket. I was almost certain it wouldn’t be him. He hadn’t responded in four days—why would he now?

I unlocked my phone, and to my surprise, it was him. I opened the message as quickly as I could.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy all week.” “I’m so sorry.”

My heart hammered in my chest, of course he was busy. I was just glad he was alright.

'Completely fine, i was worried ♡'

I respond quickly in the hopes he would have some time to chat. Like we used to. Until the conversations ran into the night like we used to do.

'I know, i was busy. My mom was sick. I'm so sorry.'

I breathe a sigh of relief, it wasn't me, i wasn't the problem. There was something else, my insecurities that had flared up over the last few days were just that. Insecurities. Invalid and completely unhelpful.

'I met a girl'

My stomach drops, and my heart breaks a little. The insecurities come back harder, slamming into me with a force that cuts deeper. I suck in a deep breath, and I can feel my heart pounding faster. He wasn’t mine—so why does it feel like this? We weren’t anything romantic. That wasn’t the plan. We agreed we’d see where things went, that if we ended up as just friends, that would be fine. If something more developed, even better. I was happy with that plan, happy that he agreed to it.

Still, a part of me hoped for something more.

I feel the tears threatening to spill, the weight of the pain expanding in my chest, my heart aching just a little more. It’s like a small piece of it is breaking off.

Before I let a single tear fall, I rush out of the library, my steps frantic. I pass my dad’s office, grateful no one’s there. I open the door to the family quarters, the quiet relief washing over me. It’s almost noon—everyone else is gone.

I slam the door to my room shut behind me and lean against it, breathless.

And then the dam breaks. Tears flood down my face, and I crumble to the floor, my hand shaking as it grips my phone. I cry for the boy who once said he wanted to impress me, who told me he liked my vibe. Now, it feels like he’s just moved on, like I meant nothing.

Am I really that worthless? Why does no one want me? Why is every other girl better than me?

These thoughts circle through my mind, haunting me, and the tears keep coming, unstoppable. My heart shatters just a little more with each passing second.

I glance at my hand, noticing the red scratches that mark my skin. I trace the lines with my finger, the familiar pain grounding me, offering some distraction from the chaos in my mind. It’s a habit I wish I didn’t have. For a month now, I’ve been doing it, out of stress, out of anxiety. But last night... last night, I did it because of him. Because I missed him.

For the guy who just moved on, like I was nothing. Stupid, stupid me. I had imagined so many things, so many possibilities—things I thought we might do. But clearly, those hopes were one-sided.

"Star?" Naolin’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. Shit, I’d completely forgotten he was here. I can’t look at him—not like this. Not like this broken, foolish thing who thought she could have something as simple and beautiful as love.

He crouches in front of me, his almost black eyes filled with concern. "Hey... talk to me, little star." His voice is gentle, soft, as he cups my face, forcing me to look at him. I sniff, unable to stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks.

"He responded," I murmur, my voice bitter and broken. A small smile pulls at my lips, though it feels empty, as memories of our conversations flood back to me.

“Sleep tight, darling.” God, how I loved it when he called me darling.

Naolin tilts his head, studying me. "You don’t look happy. What happened?" He sits fully down in front of me, his voice full of care, of love, and I’m left wondering what I did to deserve a friend like him.

I swallow hard, fighting the sob that threatens to escape. "He met a girl..." The words cut through me. Just saying them out loud makes the pain so much more real. There’s someone else, someone better than me, someone who could have what I wanted. Someone who always will.

Naolin closes his eyes in frustration, sighing deeply. I can feel his hands tighten around my face, his touch warm but firm, as if trying to ground me. But inside, I feel everything crumbling. My hopes, my heart—they fall apart in the quiet space between us.

It’s been years since I’ve let myself feel anything close to romantic love. I promised myself I wouldn’t anymore. It hurt too much. I convinced myself I’d just wait for the right person, that when they came along, it would be okay. Until then, I’d settle for the men in my books, and part of me was fine with that—at least I wouldn’t have to face the pain of rejection.

Last night was horrible. I couldn’t sleep. My mind raced with thoughts of him. What was he doing? Was he okay? Had I done something wrong? My dad had come into my room, checking on me. I wasn’t reading, as I usually did before bed. No, I was staring at my phone, waiting for a message from him. Hoping he’d check in. Hoping he’d say the words I needed to hear. Sleep tight. Darling. I miss it so much already.

Dad took my phone, gave me a sleeping tonic, and sprayed my room with lavender. He stayed with me until I finally drifted off, but even in my dreams, he was still there. Still on my mind.

Lord, I hate how he occupies every corner of my thoughts, how he still lingers in the spaces I thought I could fill with something else.

"I'm so sorry, little star. I really am." Naolin’s voice is full of compassion as he comforts me. "Listen to me, Star. If he can talk to another girl while he's talking to you, he’s not worth your time, your effort, and definitely not your heart." His words are gentle but firm, his hands tightening around my face, grounding me in the moment.

More tears spill from my eyes as I let everything pour out. I don’t want to keep it inside anymore. I can’t. I’ve never been able to. I’m too sensitive for that. Even when the headache starts to form, pounding relentlessly, even when it’s so intense I can barely think, I can't stop. The pounding inside my head mirrors the rapid beat of my heart, like the two are connected, beating in sync. The harder I cry, the louder the pounding becomes, but I don’t want to stop. I just want it all out. Maybe then, I’ll feel better.

I sniff, trying to pull myself together. Part of me—my brain, at least—knows Naolin is right. But my heart keeps whispering that I’m not good enough. That I’ll never be worthy of the love I long for. It’s never worked out before.

"Star," Naolin says again, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. "He’s not worth your tears. No boy is." He pulls me into his arms, holding me tight, pressing a soft kiss on top of my head. It feels nice. Safe. I wish I could feel this more often—the protection, the warmth, the sense of being cared for.

I tell myself it’s okay. Everything will be okay. I know that, deep down, but for now, I just want to stay in the safety of his embrace. Where I can cry, be myself, and let it all go without fear of being judged.

For the rest of the day, my mood shifts with every passing moment. As long as I’m distracted, I feel fine. I tell myself I’ll get through this. I’ll move on. Eventually. Even when my body continues to tremble and shake for the rest of the day, I know I'll be okay.

But when I’m alone, when the silence surrounds me, I can’t help but think of the "what ifs." What if we had met up earlier, like he wanted? What if I had agreed to all the things I hesitated on? Would he and I have been something more? I don’t even know if they’re together.

I know my heart will heal. I know that one day, someone will earn it and treat it the way it deserves. I just have to believe that.

I know I’ll get my happily ever after, just like in all the romance novels I read.

For now, I’ll let my heart rest, even if I cry about him again. When the time is right, I’ll stitch it back together.

Even broken hearts can find their way back to love. One day, when I’m ready.

♡

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Hi Liz!

It's me (again, yes, I know... )

I have yet another question.

How do you feel about our boys/girls and praise kink?

Who would be the most inclined/responsive towards it?

(You realize that since you said these asks are “appreciated" I don’t think I’m going to stop lol)

Lots of love,

❤️

(you know who I am now)

I honestly want to say all of them — who doesn’t like being told that they’re doing well? but let’s dig in to this a little, and once again, break it into categories. there’s a bit of overlap here but I’m gonna try to explain it the best I can.

category 1: a little shy / insecure and likes the praise as reassurance

Dain and Sawyer give me slightly shy vibes when it comes to rolling in the sheets. they’re maybe a little inexperienced, and feel like they don’t know what they’re doing, but hearing you tell them how good it feels and how well they’re doing really boosts their confidence. they’re also both perhaps secretly a little subby deep down, and they’ll do all the work as long as you’re praising them for it. call that positive reinforcement 😌

category 2: lives to please, and likes it as affirmation that they’re doing well:

Bodhi is the reason I made this category. he just wants to make you feel good, and verbal feedback in the moment is a definite indicator that he’s doing it right. and please, keep praising him even after you’re done, too — let him curl up with you and play with his hair and tell him how much you enjoyed it.

and of course Liam, our sweet puppy boy. he gives me a similar vibe to Bodhi. and both of them are such sweethearts that the first time (or first few times, really) you do anything intimate, they’re asking for consent at every step and are really making sure you’re enjoying it and are comfortable. so the praise is validating in that way, too. I think it would also be super cute to call him pretty and see him blush about it a little. because he’s absolutely gorgeous. we know this.

category 3: is usually the one praising you:

Brennan, Garrick, and Mira are in charge more often than not. they’re the ones who use “good girl” the most, who are a little rough with you but are simultaneously telling you how good you’re being, how pretty you look underneath them or on your knees, etc. and lots of words of affirmation afterward, especially if they were rough or slightly demeaning.

category 4: pretends not to be affected by it, but is secretly living for it because they need validation like they need air:

overlaps with category 3, but I’m specifically calling out Xaden, Aaric, and Imogen here. they’re outwardly super tough and serious, but call them a good boy/girl and they’ll fold immediately. the praise might even make them a little uncomfortable at first, because there’s some deep emotional wounds lurking under that “too cool” persona. give them a safe space to be vulnerable with you, repeatedly, and they’ll slowly melt into a category 2 — they’d do absolutely anything for you, and do it with a look of pure adoration in their eyes.

I’m not sure where to put Ridoc. he gets his own category because I feel like with him, anything goes. you could literally flip a coin to decide who’s in charge each time, and he’d be totally okay with either option.

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Idk why, but the Love one is funny to me. Make Dain work for it, girlfriend

what kinks do the gfs have? all these head canons are so fun 🥰

I love all the questions!! glad y’all like them too.

I mean technically they have whatever you have but we’ve decided that they’re all lowkey their own people so…. this ended up being less about kinks and more about what they like their men to do? idk.

a few that come to mind:

Duchess: I don’t know if it counts as a kink or not, but she and Brennan have “christened” multiple rooms in Riorson house. especially the office that I’ve decided he has. they mess around there more often than in their actual bedroom. lots of potential there — one person kneeling in front of the chair, or him bending her over the desk…

Angel: how can you date Garrick and *not* have a size difference / strength difference kink. he’s a giant. him towering over you, being so broad and strong… that has perks between the sheets. she likes the displays of strength from him — him pinning her down (lovingly), manhandling her a little to change positions, etc. she trusts him 100%, which is what makes it work.

I’m not saying that Love is a pillow princess, but she’s not usually the one doing the work. she doesn’t chase, she attracts, and she knows her worth. 😌 but she is very much still in charge. she wants her boy to beg to touch her. she’ll say yes every time, but he still needs to ask her nicely, and thank her afterward, like a good boy.

Darling is a tough one. we know Bodhi basically wants to worship her every time, because he’s obsessed with her, but I could see it going both ways, too. they’re just so in love, and they want to show it to each other physically with all the kisses and gentle touches and sweet words. but as far as kinks… overstimulation, maybe. and some really drawn-out teasing — until the other person is desperate enough to beg, or to drag them away to deal with it. it’s usually Bo being teased. he gets so cute and pouty when he’s needy.

Spark… idk. she’s a little fragile deep down, despite that tough exterior, so she needs to be held gently. nothing too crazy is happening there. just some gentle loving touches, that she feels like she doesn’t deserve, poor girl. so Liam giving her praise or words of affirmation would be nice. maybe some soft kisses over her scars, too. I know those aren’t really kinks, but it’s what she needs, so…

Peach is a tiny bit devious, as you will see… someday. she’s the one dragging Sawyer away for shenanigans, not the other way around. he’s always down for it, of course. he wants to be wanted, and knowing she’s keyed up is enough to get him going. I could also see her being into the strength difference— Sawyer isn’t the strongest guy in the quadrant, but compared to us regular people, he’s definitely winning the play-fight.

yes, Sweetheart reads, and there’s plenty of things she’d like to try from various books, but she is incredibly shy and likely very inexperienced. she’d never bring it up to Ridoc — he’s gonna have to figure it out himself. but I don’t see her and Rid doing much until Onyx Storm or beyond. apologies to the Ridoc fuckers 😔✊

similarly, I haven’t even begun to write Aaric and Sunny doing anything more than holding hands. they’re gonna be a slow burn for sure. she’d need to really trust someone before doing anything intimate with them, and when that finally does happen, she needs some sense of control so she doesn’t feel like she’s being used. this is hard to explain, but iykyk.

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Daaaaaamn Liz! What an opener to your kinktober work! Idk how you managed it, but this was the perfect balance of sweet and hot!

Also, I know you’ve got a lot going on, but at some point in the future, I’m going to need you to explore this praise kink Bodhi definitely has…

relaxing

Bodhi Durran x reader (darling!) words: 1.9k 🏷: NSFW. my first official kinktober post (better late than never???) Bodhi is a simp, he wants to "help you relax", nothing else..., oral, some mild body worship, soft loving energy, penetrative sex at the end and I cut it off there because I couldn't get the ending to feel right. sorry :((

This is the first moment of true relaxation that you’ve had all week. This month, maybe. It feels too good to be true — almost a little wrong to be laying here, freshly showered, the book you’ve been neglecting open in your lap as you sit up in bed, leaning back against every pillow you own. Bodhi’s room is a serious upgrade from Basgiath, even the third year wingleader rooms. 

The door to the adjoining bathroom opens, and Bodhi steps out, clad in sweatpants, rubbing a towel over his hair. You peek over the edge of your book and take a moment to admire the cut of his torso. His skin is still a little damp, glistening in the low light of the room. 

You’re almost a little disappointed when he tugs a shirt over his head, returning your attention to the book. 

The towel is discarded, draped over the nearby desk chair, before he climbs onto the mattress. He slots himself under your arm, putting his lower body between your legs and resting his head on your shoulder. You fit together nicely, his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled together. 

He skims his nose over the side of your neck, nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder with a soft sigh. “You smell good,” he murmurs. “That the new soap you got?”

You hum in response, bringing an arm down to wrap around his shoulders and squeezing gently. 

He adjusts his position, draping himself over you like a heavy blanket. The warmth and pressure is welcome — melting the lingering stress away. His lips press against your collarbone, trailing little kisses up to your jaw while his hands smooth over your hips.

“Bo,” you remind him gently, “I’m reading.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He backs off, returning to his earlier position — scooting down a bit so his head is now resting on your chest. He moves his arms from around your waist, idly kneading at your hips. 

You look down, intent on telling him to quit it, or go find something else to do, but your resolve crumbles when you see the pouty look on his face. You bring a hand down to brush back the curls that are hanging down over his forehead — he could use a haircut soon.  

He kisses your palm, nuzzling his cheek into it cutely. “I know how busy you’ve been with all that wingleader stuff,” he begins, his hands gliding down to massage your thighs. “Can I help you relax?”

He must see the hesitation on your face, because he increases his efforts, pouting up at you. “Please? You can keep reading.”

You consider it for a moment — you really do want to finish this book, but it’s been over a week since you’ve been able to do anything intimate together… and you suppose letting him grope you a bit and call it a massage would count as relaxing. “Alright. Go ahead, baby.”

He presses another soft kiss to your hand. “Thank you. Comfy?”

You hum in affirmation, settling back against the pillows and returning to your book. He takes that as a signal to continue, moving both of his hands to your left thigh. 

You part your legs instinctually, holding the book a little higher to cover your face as you realize, a little embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, rubbing his hands over the soft skin and gently pressing his fingertips into the muscle, moving them in small circles. “You’re so tense. Just relax for me.”

You take a breath, trying to loosen up. Maybe you needed this more than you thought. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, just appreciating the warmth of Bodhi’s hands on your skin and the feeling of his thumbs pressing into the aching muscles, coaxing out all the knots and stiffness.

“Good,” he murmurs, starting to kiss down the side of your neck to your collarbones, his hands moving to your other thigh.

You tilt your head to the side, giving him better access, but he doesn’t continue. It takes an effort not to whine in complaint when you realize he’s stopped. 

“Can I keep going?” he asks softly. 

“Yeah,” you reply, trying to seem unaffected, but you know he sees straight through you — you want this just as badly as he does, but you’re too proud to beg. 

He carefully unbuttons your pajama top, a sly smile crossing his face when he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra underneath. He continues his trail of kisses, starting to squeeze at the soft skin of your breasts and admiring the way they move under his hands. 

He’s always loved your chest; not-so-subtly staring whenever you wear a low-cut or tight-fitting shirt, spending extra time “washing” that area when you shower together, and what he’s doing now — playing with your nipples and feeling them harden under his fingers. His thumbs swipe back and forth in slow strokes, the soft stimulation sending a pleasant buzz through you. 

You sink deeper into the cushions, sighing softly. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just relax for me, cridhe.” He shifts around, getting more comfortable, and starts pressing kisses down your sternum.

Your breath catches as he replaces his fingers with his tongue, lapping gently at your left nipple the way he would do to your clit when he goes down on you. You bring one hand down to stroke his hair, and he hums happily, letting his eyes drift shut as you gently scratch at his scalp.

You know he’ll be content to stay like this for a while, so you return to your book, re-reading the last page — the words aren’t sticking, your mind too occupied with the feeling of Bodhi’s tongue swirling around one nipple and his fingers gently pinching the other, rolling it between his thumb and index. 

If you just close your eyes for a moment, maybe that will help clear your head.

Nope. That only serves to intensify the feelings. You need some kind of attention between your thighs, and you need it now.

Ever-observant, he starts another trail of kisses down your tummy, stopping at your waistband, and tugs at the hem of your pajama shorts, pouting up at you cutely. 

You know what he wants, and you’re not going to deny him — this may have been his idea, but you’re aching for it now after the attention he’s paid you. You wordlessly lift your hips, letting him pull them down your legs along with your underwear, and return to your book.

“Thank you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your hip. 

You hum in response, spreading your legs a bit further and turning the page. 

He starts to knead at your thighs, pressing little kisses over your hip bones and working his way down. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, settling down onto his stomach and laying a soft kiss on your clit before he starts to lick at it, soft little laps of his tongue that drain all the stress away almost instantly.

You set the book aside carelessly, not bothering to get your bookmark — you can find the page again later. Right now, you have better things to do. 

You let your body fall back against the cushions with a soft sigh, just enjoying the moment. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to relax like this, and you don’t want it to end. You’d be content to stay here for days, laid in a bed of soft pillows and blankets, lazy pleasure flowing through you, building up slowly…

Your hand finds his hair again, your fingers running through the soft curls. “Just like that, baby,” you say softly, earning a happy hum from between your legs. “Feels so good…”

It’s clear that he’s in a state of pure bliss right now — having his hair played with while he laps at your pussy like it’s the best-tasting thing in the world, and being praised for how well he’s doing it. 

He continues to knead at your hips, but picks things up a notch, flicking his tongue a little faster and applying more pressure. It’s clear that he’s determined to make you cum, and he’s going to in a minute or so if he keeps doing what he’s doing — it’s been too long since you’ve been able to do anything like this, and you’re a little more sensitive than usual.

The book falls from the mattress, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

“Bo,” you pant, tangling one hand into his hair, and clutching at the bedspread with the other, “Please don’t stop…”

He hums in response, squeezing your hip gently; a signal that he’s not going anywhere, and you’re free to cum whenever you want. 

The pressure between your hips continues to build, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, hitting you like a wave. Bodhi doesn’t stop, even as you squirm in his grip, undecided between chasing the pleasure and running from it. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing him away, and he finally takes the hint, slowing down and giving you a few more soft licks before he pulls back to kiss each of your hips again. 

“Holy shit,” you pant, your grip on the bedspread relaxing as you come back down to reality. “It’s a little unsettling how good you are at that.”

He grins, his lips still slick with your arousal. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“That makes you sound like a slut.”

He gasps, offended. “Hey! You know you’re the only person I’ve ever practiced with.”

“I do know. And I like it, a lot. Take your pants off,” you order, sitting up again and pulling him toward you by the collar of his shirt.

“Yes ma’am,” he breathes, making his way back up to you and tugging down his boxers. “Do you want me to…” his sentence is cut off by a soft gasp as you push him back against the pillows and climb into his lap.

He’s already rock hard, throbbing in your hand as you guide him to where you need him most. You whine softly as you sink down onto him, adjusting to the stretch that always remains no matter how many times he’s been buried inside you. 

“Hey,” he says softly, nudging his nose against your cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You know he’s been aching for it since he got out of the shower, but he’s still taking it slowly, making sure you’re okay. Yet another reason to absolutely adore him. 

“I’m ready,” you promise. 

He presses a kiss to your temple, smoothing a hand over your hip. “Okay. But if it hurts at all--”

“I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too -- oh, fuck…” he breathes, his fingers digging into the softness of your hips as you start to move. 

This may as well be a full workout with how fast your heart is beating. But it feels so good, and he looks so pretty underneath you, his relics on full display across his muscled shoulders, his lips parted in panting breaths, soft praises spilling out… “Gods, you’re so pretty… Feels so fucking good, honey…” 

Every drop of your hips against his nudges the head of his cock against that special little spot, sending a deep, dull pleasure through you. Combined with the love and care you can feel radiating from his touch, from the way he looks at you… It’s melted all the stress from your body, and washed away any thoughts other than Bodhi, and how much you love him, how good this feels…

Maybe this does count as relaxing after all.

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⬆️ lol @az 😉

There’s a reason he’s the most popular bat boy. Man’s got skills. And I love it when his shadows get involved!

Bondage - Azriel

Request/Prompts - "I want to ruin you.” & "A little biting never hurt anybody.” Summary: You need rescuing from someone at Starfall, and Mor sends in the Shadowsinger. Little did they know a certain bond would snap into place as he looks you in the eye. Unable to process his emotions, Azriel winnows you to his room where a night neither of you will forget takes place. Warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+, pet names, oral (f receiving), shadow play, bondage

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As per usual Rhys and Feyre had gone all out for Starfall this year. The House of Wind full decorated for the occasion. Ever since Nyx was born they had always gone all out for any holidays, clearly wanting to give him the best memories. And I wasn’t complaining, I loved the holidays. But especially Starfall.

A soft knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts and I turn to see Mor stepping inside. As per usual, she looks beautiful. The blue dress she’d chosen for the occasion hugged her figure beautifully, and the colour look amazing on her.

She grins widely at me as she approaches, hands already reaching out to touch my dress. Most of the girls opted for lighter colours for Starfall to represent the souls passing on. But this year’s I had opted for something darker. A sheer black dress, lace strategically placed to cover me, and black sequins scattered across the fabric that caught the light perfectly.

“Holy shit, you look gorgeous.” She explains as her fingers run over the fabric. “Trying to catch a certain males attention?”

I roll my eyes at her, turning back to the mirror as fasten my necklace. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look nice, especially when Feyre has gone all out.”

“That wasn’t a no Y/N,” she teases, catching her smile in the mirror as she peers over my shoulder.

“And it wasn’t a yes.” I say sternly as I turn to face her. “If it was going to happen, it would have. So I figure, may as well get out there you know.”

I catch what almost looks like sadness in her eyes, but she’s quick to hide it as she smiles at me and nods.

“Well I can assure you, you’re definitely going to get someone to notice you tonight. If you leave tonight without a date I’ll be surprised.” She reaches out and grabs my hand. “So let’s go get you a drink and out there and mingling.”

And drinking and mingling is what we did. Though once Emerie had arrived Mor had excused her self to go say hello. That was over an hour ago. And now I no longer had her to help me escape conversations that weren’t going well.

The male in front of me currently was bragging about his business and all the money had made. Clearly trying to impress me with it. I do my best to smile and nod, making polite comments where I can, but it was becoming tiresome.

I cast my gaze across the crowd and finally catch the eyes of Mor who was clearly looking over to see how I was going. I do my best to convey I need help with a slight nod towards the male who was too enamoured by his own story to notice. She nods before holding up a finger to signal she needs a minute before she turns and rushes off into the crowd. What the hell could she need a minute for? Usually Mor would just march over and pull me away. What was she up to?

A few seconds later I get my answer. A familiar feeling of a shadow swirling around my arm tingles my skin causing me to shiver slightly. And as the male in front of me turns his head, eyes going wide, I know how Mor as chosen to rescue me.

“Sorry to intrude,” Azriel’s smooth voice announces from next to me as he falls into place next to me. “But I need to borrow Y/N here for some official Night Court business.”

The male nods quickly before scampering off into the crowd, clearly intimidated by Azriel. And I couldn’t blame him. With his height, build and wings, Azriel looked intimidating. And his reputation as the Spy Master didn’t help either.

“You didn’t have to scare him off,” I joke, placing my empty glass down on the bar before turning to Azriel.

As I meet his gaze his shadows rush over my, causing my to tear my eyes from him as I start giggling and watching them. Causing me to miss the way Azriel’s eyes widen.

By the time he’s recalled them his face is withdrawn and reserved, a look I rarely see on him unless he’s working.

“You ok Az?” I ask, stepping forward to place a hand on his arm.

Azriel was usually one to welcome my touch, but he goes rigid as I place my hand on him. I withdraw my hand before looking up at him, noting the wild look in his eyes and the way his nostrils flare.

“Az, what’s wro-“

My words are cut short as Azriel grasps my wrist in his hand, pulling me close before the familiar feeling of winnowing washes over me. I stumble forward in to Azriel, clutching the front of his shirt as his smell engulfs me. Despite being so close to him I know it’s not that. And as I look around I notice we’re in his room. Which I barely have time to register before a yelp escapes my lips as he pins me to the door.

I open my mouth to speak, but a change in smell has me falling silent. It smelt like Azriel, but it was different. His scent far more potent and…. Sweet. Alluring. My eyes going wide at the realisation. I look up and meet his eyes, so blown out I can barely see any hazel in them. As if his shadows have consumed his eyes. There’s a hunger and want in them I’ve never seen when he’s looked at me before. But now it’s as if he’s fighting back the urge to claim me. To make me his. A similar feeling washing over me, that doesn’t feel entirely like my own feelings. A feeling I’ve only had described to me by Feyre and Nesta. As if sensing my realisation, a small tug pulls in my chest. As if connected to someone else who’s pulling on the other end. I imagine tugging back, Azriel’s eyes widening, his shadows going frantic in response as if also affected by the new bond.

Azriel leans down, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead on mine as he breathes deeply. “Sorry for reacting like that, it just took me by surprise.” His voice sounds strained, as if he’s holding himself back.

“It’s ok Az, you don’t need to be sorry.” I say softly as I loosen my grip on his shirt slightly,

He shakes his head slightly. “No, it was inappropriate. Especially in front of all those people. I…. I let my emotions get the better of me.”

I reach up and lay a hand on his cheek, his still blown out eyes looking down at me through his lashes. “Would it be so bad to let those emotions take over?” My voice barely above a whisper.

He exhales heavily, holding in a breath I hadn’t realised he was holding. “Yes Y/N, it would. Because right now every fibre of my being wants to claim you as mine. Claim you as my mate. I want to ruin you.”

His words ignite a fire in me. My body reacting to his words and the new mating bond. I watch as his nostrils flair, noting the change in my scent. The sweetness of my arousal now heavy in the air as it melds with his.

I step forward, closing the small gap between Azriel and I, his hands dropping from where they’re braced on the door either side of my head to rest on my hips. “That doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

The only warning I get is his fingers digging into my hips before his mouth is one mine, my back hitting the door again as he walks us back. I shiver as his shadows weave around us, as if joining us together even more. The kiss is desperate and needy, filled with longing and lust. Both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss. A fight I win as I weave my fingers into his hair, tugging on the soft black locks, causing Azriel to go rigid as he groans deeply. And it’s all I need to take control of the kiss, spinning us so Azriel’s back hits the door. My hands trailing from his hair down to the buttons of his shirt, my fingers fumbling to get the buttons undone.

I gasp as a cold sensation runs down my back, something grabbing the ribbons holding me into the dress and tugging on the ends, loosening the corseted back. Confusion washes over me as I feel Azriel’s hands knead the flesh of my hips. And as I break the kiss and look down, I confirm that his hands are still firmly on my hips. I feel the cold sensation on my shoulder, turning my head slightly I note the shadow caressing over my shoulder. I can’t help giggle as it continues to caress over my shoulder as Azriel nuzzles into my neck, light but desperate kisses trailing down my neck.

The shadows finally loosen the dress, the fabric falling from my body as the ribbon gives way. Instantly Azriel pushes me back slightly to look at me. I go to cover myself, suddenly feeling embarrassed under his intense gaze. His shadows are far faster than me though, wrapping around my wrists and binding my hands behind me. The movement causing my shoulders back, pushing my breasts out towards Azriel as he eyes them hungrily.

He lunges at me, hands grasping the back of my thighs as he picks me up. Thankfully his shadows disappear from my wrists allowing me to grasp onto Azriel as he walks us backwards towards his bed before dropping my down onto the sheets. My arousal peaking as he looks down at my hungrily, his shirt half undone giving me a glimpse at the hardened and toned muscles beneath. As if sensing where my gaze lingers, he quickly loosens the last of the buttons before tossing the shirt to the floor. I go to sit up, hand raised to help him with his pants, but they’re suddenly yanked above my head. His cold shadows wrapping around my wrists again. I turn my head to watching them secure themselves around the posts of the bed, leaving me at the mercy of the Illirian at the end of the bed.

A yelp escapes my lip as teeth lightly nip at my inner thigh, head snapping back to see Azriel eyeing my hungrily from where he now lays between my legs. “You’re ok love, a little bitting never hurt anybody.” His voice barely above a whisper before he nips at my inner thigh again, this time a moan slipping from my lips as my legs go to clamp around his head before his shadows anchor them to the other bed posts.

Now I was definitely fully at the mercy of Azriel and his shadows. I whimper as he kisses all around where I want him, where I need him, shadows caressing my inner thighs. The mix of the two already having my quivering and pulling at the shadows tying me to the bed.

”P-please Az.” My voice breathy as I plead to him.

”Please what love?” He coos back as his lips ghost over me.

”I need you s-so badly. P-please.” I plead again, my voice full of lust and need.

He looks up at me, smirking in a way that tells me I’m in for a long night. “Where do you need me love? What do you need?”

I almost growl in frustration at him as I pull at the shadows. Bastard. “I need you to touch me, need you inside me. I need you.”

”Of course my love.”

His words the only warning I get before his mouth is on me, his tongue diving between my legs as he kisses me. A moan instantly leaving my lips as he goes down on me. Lips sucking at my clit, tongue lapping over the bundle of nerves, his shadows caressing over my body. I was already a mess, and he’d barely started. Back arching off the bed as much as it could due to his shadows still tying me up, my fingers grasping at what I can of his sheets as I try to anchor myself while Azriel eats me out liked a starved man.

I cry out as his fingers are added to the mix. Azriel who was usually shy about his hands was the complete opposite now as he used them skilfully to bring me closer to my climax. The scars he usually hid bringing an extra element to the mix. And as he curls his fingers inside, I thrash against the restraints, my body desperate to tip over the edge, to grasp onto something to anchor myself as I come undone on Azriel’s mouth.

My attempts to do so had not gone unnoticed by him, his chuckle vibrating through me. “Look at you, so desperate to tip over the edge, so desperate to touch me. Do you want to touch me love?”

”Yes!” I cry out. “Gods yes Azriel.”

”Then be a good girl and cum for me love, and then you can have what you want.”

And as he sucks on my clit, adding another finger that he curls inside, I tumble over the edge. My climax coming and going in waves, a wave that is Azriel. All I can sense is him. His touch as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my stomach, his scent thick in the air with his own arousal, and his feelings pouring into me from the mating bond. My moans echoing around the room as I ride out the wave.

As I come down from my climax, his shadows release my wrists and ankles, my body relaxing into the soft bed as I catch my breath. But a clink of a belt has me rising up on my elbows. At the end of the bed Azriel drops his belt to the floor with a loud thud before unclasping his pants, letting them drop to the floor as he exposes himself to me. My bottom lip dragging through my bottom teeth as I take in the sight before me as he kneels on the bed, hand lazily stroking up and down his length as his shadows billow around him.

”Are you going to touch me love? Or am I going to take care of this myself?”

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😳😳😳 well that’s one way to get what you want 🥵🥵

Forgive Me - Brennan Sorrengail

Request: "Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” (enemies to lovers vibe)

Summary: In a matter of moments, the man you thought you knew becomes someone you barely know. Desperate to get your attention again, he corners you to find out why.

Warnings: 18+, smut, NSFW, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight praise, angst.

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I avert my gaze as his eyes meet mine across the throne room. All week he’s tried to catch my eye, try talk to me, do whatever he can to get my attention. But having the identity of someone I thought I knew completely flipped definitely had me questioning a lot.

I always knew he kept things from me, unable to tell me everything that was going on with the rebellion. But somehow this hurt more. I remember the way my heart dropped as Mira reacted to seeing him. The recognition in her eyes before anger took over and punched him. And that’s when it clicked. I’d barely seen him around Violet when we’d brought her here. And when I did, I had clearly missed their reunion. But seeing all three of them together had made the pieces all click into place.

I remember the panic in his eyes as he’d looked over and seen me, seen my reaction to what I had figured out. I’d quickly turned and run off, not wanting to talk to him incase I said something I would come to regret later. That was over a week ago.

”We’ll need a volunteer to leave right after this meeting and scout out these locations.” His voice breaking me out of my thoughts.

Garrick goes to raise his hand to volunteer like he always does. “I’ll go,” I call out as I push off the wall, drawing the attention to me.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to go out on patrol when I was here, but I never volunteered first. Usually waiting to see if they needed extra riders.

Brennan goes to object but Xaden cuts him off as he pushes past him to hand me a scroll. “All the locations are listed in there, as well as what we want to confirm. I’d recommend memorising it and disposing of it before you go.”

I don’t meet Brennan’s eye as I take the scroll from Xaden and return to my position on the wall next to Bodhi and Garrick. I feel them eyeing me, clearly noting something was up. But they know better than to question me, knowing it was better to leave me be till I talked to them. Which wasn’t happening any time soon. Not till I was back at least.

As soon as we are dismissed I bolt out the door to go grab my pack from my room. Luckily it was already packed and ready to go, deciding it was better to have it ready in case I needed to leave at a moments notice. And right now I was very much thanking past me for that decision.

My door bangs closed behind me as I kneel on the floor, reaching under my bed for my pack, fingers curling around the leather strap as I pull it from under the bed. I quickly unlatch the top, making sure everything is still there. Satisfied I have everything I need I fasten it closed before grabbing the flight jacket I’d left on my bed this morning.

With both items secured in my hands, I turn to leave the room to make one last pit stop at the kitchens to grab some food and water to tide me over for a day or two. But as I open the door and step into the hallway I collide with something very solid, strong hands grasping my arms to stop me from falling over.

The familiar smell of parchment, mint and a smell I’ve now associated with trees meets my nose. I don’t even have to look up to know who stands in my way, who is holding my arms so tightly it hurts a little.

”You’re not going anywhere till we talk,” he says softly, as if scared I’ll run away. Impossible seeing as he’s blocking the entire doorway, no way for my to sneak past him.

I should have known he would follow me, or at least come here to find me. I should have forgotten my pack and headed straight to the kitchen and my dragon. But I’d come here, just like he knew I would.

He pushes on my arms, guiding us back into my room as he kicks the door closed behind him. I swear I hear it lock into place as I turn and sit on the edge of my bed.

”There’s nothing to talk about.” I mutter, casting my eyes downwards to the floor as I drop my pack next top me with a loud thud.

I hear him exhale loudly, almost like he’s laughing. “I beg to differ love. You’ve been ignoring me all week. You’ll barely look me in the eye.” I feel the bed sink slightly as he sits next to me. “So we need to talk. Please.”

I don’t know why but my anger flairs, more than it has all week. “You want to talk?” I snap back as I stand, turning to look down and meet his eyes for the first time all week. “Fine, lets talk about how I had to find out you aren’t who I thought you were and if it wasn’t for seeing how Mira reacted to you I would have no idea. To me you would still be Brennan Aisereigh, the Lieutenant Colonel I’d started stupidly falling for. But no, you’re the long lost, thought to be dead son of General Lilith Sorrengail, who also happens to be one of the reasons my parents are dead!”

The silence is deafening as we stare at each other, my chest rising and falling heavily as a tear rolls down my cheek. His amber eyes following it as it trails down my cheek before dropping to the floor. I see the sadness and guilt in his amber eyes as they look back up at mine. It makes me want to run into his arms, go back to normal or as close as we can, go back to whatever it was we were doing. But my brain screams at me not to. Feeling betrayed at what I’d learnt.

”I wanted to tell you, trust me I did.” His voice wavering slightly as I scoff at his words, shaking my head in disbelief as I turn away. “But I couldn’t risk it getting out who I really was. Especially if someone got captured.”

I know he’s right. With signets like Dain’s out there, it wasn’t safe to know that kind of information. You could withstand all the torture in the world, and they’d still find out. All that training we get put through would have been for nothing. But it still hurts so much.

I startle as he lays a hand on my shoulder. I go to step away but his hand tightens as he turns me around to face him. Being this close to him makes my heart scream to forgive him, to pull him into an embrace, to take him to my bed and to forgive it all.

”Can you forgive me? I can’t lose you.” He pleads, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

I clamp my eyes shut, releasing a shaky breath as I prepare myself for the words about to leave my mouth. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t.” His hands twitching slightly. No, they’re shaking. And he’s trying to stop it.

He leans his forehead against mine, his head shaking slightly. “Open your eyes.” A slight shake in his voice. “Just look at me.”

I slowly open my eyes, a tear escaping as I look up at him. He must see something in them, the corners of his mouthing curling upwards ever so slightly. A slight spark of hope visible in his amber eyes.

“You can. I can see it. Your eyes are already saying yes.” His thumbs caressing my cheeks. “Now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

I open my mouth to object, to tell him no. But my words get lost as he brings his lips to mine. At first the kiss is slow, cautious, as if testing out who I’ll react. If I’ll push him away. Or if I’ll pull him in. I feel his body relax, as if sighing with relief when my lips move against his, my hands grabbing onto him. My brain screams at me to stop, but I was gone the second his lips touched mine. The kiss quickly becomes heated, his hands sliding from my face as he starts pulling at my flight leathers, loosening them with ease. I quickly become putty in his hands as his lips leave mine, kissing down my neck so delicately it has me shivering with each kiss.

I go to start removing his clothes, but Brennan’s strong hands grasp mine tightly, halting my movements as he looks down at me, shaking his head slightly. “Not tonight love, this is all about you ok?” All I can manage is a nod, my words lost. “Now take off your clothes.”

Despite halting my attempts to remove his clothes, he removes a few layers before walking backwards, laying down in my bed as his amber eyes wander over me. I do as he says, shrugging out of the leathers he had started to undo, before kicking off my boots to remove my pants, leaving me in just my underwear. I go to remove it, but he shakes his head, motioning with a hand to walk over to the bed.

I walk over to the bed, stopping at the edge as I wait for Brennan to tell me what he wants. He reaches out and takes my hand in his as he pulls me onto the bed, his other hand guiding my leg so I straddle him over his chest. I look down at him confused, unsure why he’s positioned me so high up. My confusion doesn’t last long, Brennan shuffling down on the bed so he rests right between my legs. I go to protest, but my words die on my tongue as he rips my underwear, tossing them aside before he dives between my legs.

”Oh fuck.” I exclaim loudly, a hand fisting in Brennan’s curls as his tongue delves between my folds.

He lets out a deep groan as my fingers tighten in his hair, the vibrations sending shivers through my body, amplifying the feeling of his tongue between my legs. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me further onto this mouth, giving him better access.

It’s not long before I succumb to the pleasure, my hips grinding down on his face earning another deep groan from Brennan as his fingers dig more into the flesh of my hips as he feasts on me like a starved man. His tongue swirling and flicking over my sensitive spots in the best way, obscene sounds filling the room.

”You taste so good my love.” He mumbles against me as he pulls back slightly, placing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I feel him chuckle as my hips seek out his mouth again, wanting to feel him between my legs again. This time his mouth seeks out my clit, his tongue flicking across the sensitive nub causing a shiver which nearly as me clamping my thighs around his head.

”Oh gods, yes!” I cry out as his fingers join the mix, pumping in and out of me.

I feel the it building inside of me, the coil building up tightly, ready to uncoil at any moment. My walls clamping down around his fingers as he curls them in just the right way to have me gasping and moaning. I whimper as Brennan removes his fingers from inside me, slowly circling around my entrance as he teases me, denying me of the climax I now desperately want as I try to sink back down on his fingers.

”P-please Bren.” I plead as he moves his fingers away again as I try seek them out.

”Only if you forgive me.” He teases, turning his head to nip softly at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I nod feverishly down at him, desperate to finish. Desperate to feel his fingers inside me. “Yes. I forgive you.”

”That's my girl.”

I gasp loudly as his fingers push back inside me, pumping in and out faster than before, his lips latching around my clit as his tongue resumes the familiar rhythm I’ve grown to love. My body is quick to respond, the coil tightening in me again, my hips grinding back and forth to chase more. And as he curls his fingers inside me, the coil unravels. Clamping down around his fingers as my orgasm rips through me. His name falling from lips as I fall apart above him. His tongue and fingers not letting up as they milk my orgasm from me. Slowly my orgasm subsides, Brennan sliding back up the bed as he pulls me against him, cradling me against his chest as his hands rub up and down my back.

”Told you I’d get your mouth to forgive me.”

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Ohhhh my God!! This came out soooo good! You seriously killed it!

The set up/backstory was perfect for this prompt! And you clearly put a lot of effort into encompassing Kai’s flirty, sexy charm. The pet names and way he spoke to her were perfect for him!

And this had the most delicious mix of angst, tension, sweetness, and hot hot hotness! Like holy chemistry! The eye contact 🥵 the physical tension when he was touching her 🥵 the outright smut 🥵 Good grief you nailed it

Also, major props to whoever sent you this prompt because it was not only genius, but it was also perfect for Kai!

Mirror Sex - Kai Azer

Kai Azer x Reader Summary: On the most important night of her fathers career, reader feels extremely insecure in how they look thanks to Blair. Kai notices it immediately, vowing to make her feel as beautiful as she is in his eyes. warnings: nsfw 18+, mirror sex, chair sex, p in v, pet names, slightly dom Kai, dirty talk, fingering. Slight spoilers for character traits/details in books.

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I couldn’t help but fidget with the dress as I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was absolutely gorgeous. One of the most beautiful I had ever seen. The dark blue material complimenting my hair and skin colour. Yet I felt so insecure as I looked at myself in the mirror. I’d honestly felt like that the last few days. Blair making comments about how I looked any chance she got. Clearly trying to get in my head. Which she had. I silently cursed myself for letting her get to me.

“Stop fidgeting, you look great.” Lilliana says to me as she places some more pins in my hair, securing the messy bun she’d styled my hair into.

”I don’t feel it.” I say back glumly as I smooth out the material.

“She got in your head didn’t she?” She asks as she tightens the dress a little.

I sigh and nod. I’d told Lilliana about the comments Blair had been making about me. She’d told me to tell Kai or Kitt, knowing they wouldn’t stand for it. But I told her it was nothing. I didn’t need to worry the prince’s with more of Blair’s petty comments.

”I wish she hadn’t. All I want to do is sit in here and read, rather than face a ballroom full of people looking at me.” I admit as I meet her eyes in the mirror.

”You will do no such thing. You look stunning. And you know how much tonight means to your father. And I’m sure Kai will love how you look.”

Tonight was a big night for my father. He was getting promoted within the King’s court, hence the ball tonight. I couldn’t skip out on it. And Kai…. I cursed myself for telling Lilliana my feelings about the future Enforcer. We’d grown up together. Done everything together. He was my best friend. Until my feelings changed a few months ago. I’d started to see him in a different light. It didn’t help the way he talked to me. He had such a way with words that had me in a puddle every time he spoke. Which is probably what infuriated Blair. Encouraged her to be the way she was. We’d all grown up together. But once we got into our teenage years, she’d turned on me. Our friendship now long forgotten.

“We shall see.” I say with a sad smile as a knock sounds at my door.

Lilliana turns to open it, despite us both knowing who awaits on the other side. She opens the door to reveal my father, decked out in his most formal attire. His medals on full display. He very much looks the part of someone about to take one of the most senior positions in the King’s court.

”Well don’t you look beautiful.” He gushes as a grin adorns his lips.

”You have Lilliana to thank for that.” I say as I gesture to her, which doesn’t seem to please either of them as they share a look.

”Nonsense. I just amplified what was already there.” Her tone hinting this was not up for discussion, and I didn’t want to start an argument in front of my father. Especially not tonight.

“Exactly. Now we should get going. Can’t leave the King waiting too long on us.” He says proudly as he holds his arm out for me to take.

In normal circumstances his wife would be who he escorted in tonight. But as she’d died a few years back, I was to accompany my father into the ball tonight. A ball all for him and his promotion. Hence why my dress was blue tonight instead of the usual green required for these balls. This night was about my father. About our family. And our family colour was blue.

I reach out and lay my hand on his arm as he leads us out the door. As was pass into the hallway, a figure stops to let us pass. I know who it is before I look at him fully. I know that black hair anywhere. Kai. He bows at my father and I as we pass, my father returning the gesture with a bow of his head.

As I meet his grey eyes, he smirks at me. It’s like he knows how much I love that damn smirk of his. But for the first time in a long time, I don’t return it. My lips barely lifting at the corners as I attempt to smile at him before my father and I walk past him.

Kai

I nod and smile at the servants as they rush around to get last minute things sorted for the ball that was about to start. A ball I was very eager to attend. All afternoon I’d had to listen to Kitt’s teasing about her. I often hated how easily he my true feelings. How well he could read me. But I was glad he kept the teasing minimal when others were around.

In my nervousness and rush to leave, I’d forgotten my cufflinks for my suit jacket. And I know I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I wasn’t dressed appropriately. As I approach the hallway that leads to my room I can’t help but smile at the thought I might see her. And as if fate we’re reading my thoughts her father steps out of her room with her on his arm. I’m glad they don’t see me at first, because I’m pretty sure my mouth hits the floor with how quickly it drops open at the sight of her.

The girls always wear green to the balls held here. It’s not an official rule, but its a heavily weighted unspoken one that no one has dared to break in many years. And as much as I loved seeing her in green, I definitely preferred seeing her in blue. Blue which was now my favourite colour due to how good it looked on her.

I bow as they approach me, which her father returns with a nod of his head. I shift my attention to her, using that smirk I know she loves even though she will never admit it. But instead of an eyeroll or the reciprocated smirk she would normally give me, she barely smiles. A sadness reflected in her eyes, that should not be there tonight. All week she’s been so excited for tonight. For her fathers promotion. But right now she looks anything but excited. As they pass me, movement from her door catches my eye as her maid Lilliana pokes her head out into the hallway. She’ll know what’s going on with her. She tells Lilliana everything.

”What happened?” I demand a little too aggressively as I approach Lilliana.

She sighs and motions for me to follow her into the room before quickly closing the door behind us. “It’s Blair. She’s been saying some quite nasty things about Miss Y/N.”

Anger immediately flairs within me, and I know if Kitt was close enough I would have conjured flames in my now clenched fists.

”What did she say to her?” I ask, emphasising each word.

”I don’t know the exact things. She was quite vague on them, probably scared I’d come tell you or Kitt. But I know they were to do with how she looks. Things about her weight, and how people were only being polite if they complimented her. And I think it finally got to her after dealing with it multiple times a day.”

I squeeze my eyes shut in an effort to calm myself down. But it was hard. I had approached Blair multiple times about how she treated Y/N. But each time I did it seemed to make it worse and worse. As if me defending her only poked the fire that was Blair.

I storm out of the room, quickly heading to my own to get the cufflinks I was originally heading down here to get. But now I had a different task. Tonight I would make sure Y/N felt as beautiful as I saw her. And I would do whatever it took.

Reader

I grasp onto my fathers arm tightly as we stand in front of the closed doors the lead into the ballroom. Behind it hundreds of people were waiting for us to enter. Normally that wouldn’t phase me, as I had done it a few times before when I’d been escorted by Kitt or Kai. But thanks to Blair and her comments about me the past two weeks, all my confidence was gone. I knew her words would play on my mind as we entered that room, with everyone starting at me.

”You ok sweetheart? You seem nervous.” My father asks, dragging me from my thoughts.

I look up at him and smile. “Yeah, just lost in thought. I’m good.”

He doesn’t seem convinced by my words, but he smiles down at me and nods. He knows me well enough there’s no point in pushing the subject. If I wanted to I would tell him. And I didn’t need to bother him with some silly Blair drama right before we walked into a ballroom full of people all here for him.

The doors to the ballroom are pulled open, and I can see everyone turn to watch us enter. My heart rate picking up in response. I silently cursed Blair for making me feel this way as we made our way into the ballroom. Applause fills the air as we walk down the stairs. Everyone smiling and watching us. I sweep my gaze across the crowd, smiling at everyone around us. But as my gaze sweeps near the alter at the top of the room, I see Blair standing near it in front of Kai and Kitt. Her lips pulled into a smug smile as if she knows the affect she’s had on me. She cocks an eyebrow at me before miming throwing up in response to me. I turn my gaze downwards, a slight panic setting in as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

Everyone returns to their normal conversation as our entrance is complete, a few people rushing forward to greet and congratulate my father on his promotion. I remove myself from his arm, desperate to find a corner to hide in away from prying eyes. I spot a table hidden away in a corner that no one has occupied. Perfect.

I go to make my way over to it before a strong had lightly grasps my arm, spinning me around to them. I raise my gaze to see Kai smiling down at me . His black hair falling in its usually messy waves, and his stormy grey eyes piercing into mine.

”Where are you rushing off to so quickly?” He muses as his gaze trails over me.

I resist the urge to recoil at his gaze, Blairs words from yesterday echoing in my ears. “The princes will never want you. You’re not good enough for them. They’re only nice to you because of your father.”

“Just find spot to sit down.” I tell him, which earns him a frown.

”You know you have a spot at our usual table right?” Cocking an eyebrow at my odd behaviour.

I know I did. But as I glance over at the table I would normally sit at, I spy Blair sitting there with Kitt smirking at me. She knows she’s won. She knows she’s gotten into my head.

“I know. I just wanted a quieter spot to sit in.” I insist as I go to walk away.

Before I can get far Kai grips my hand tightly in his, pulling me towards the dancefloor in the middle of the room. It’s early in the evening so only a few couples are dancing on it, but that doesn’t seem to deter Kai who would normally wait till it was more occupied. He quickly pulls us into a dance, gliding easily across the floor as if second nature. Which it was. These dances were drilled into us from a young age. I could probably do most of these in my sleep.

“So do you want to tell me whats going on?” He asks as he spins me around.

”It’s nothing.” I tell him sternly.

I feel his grip on my hand and waist tighten before he pulls me closer, our bodies far closer than necessary for this dance.

”Oh it isn’t nothing Darling.” He growls next to my ear, my heels giving me the height to allow him to do so. “You have once chance to tell me before I reveal what I already know.”

My head snaps to him, our eyes locking with each other. He know. The cocky bastard knew somehow. And I knew exactly how. Lilliana. He must have gone to her after seeing me in the hallway earlier.

”It’s nothing. Just Blair being Blair and trying to get into my head.” I admit as I tear my gaze from his.

”It’s not nothing. She succeeded and it’s making you act weird. What did she say?”

As he asks the question we rotate on the floor, putting Blair firmly in my gaze. Her eyes already locked onto Kai and I.

”That I’m not as pretty as everyone says. Everyone just says it because of who my father is. And…”

”And what darling?” He asks as his grip tightens on me again.

”That I’m not good enough for you or Kitt. That you’re only my friend because of my father as well.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth Kai turns and pulls me off the dancefloor with him. Pulling me through the crowd in a way only the future Enforcer could. No one bats an eye at us, completely oblivious to who pushes past them. He leads us through a side door we’ve used countless times before to escape various balls. But this time we are leaving far earlier than normal.

”Kai we’re going to get in trouble. The ball has barely started.” I tell him sternly as he pulls me down a hall, leading us back to our rooms.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll have you back before anything important happens.” He tells me as he leans around the corner to check the coast is clear before leading us down another hallway.

He pulls me down the last hallway, past my room and around a corner that I know leads to his room. A door I’ve knocked on many times. A door I’ve walked through many times but this time it feels very different as he pulls me through the doorway before closing it behind us. He leads me to the centre on the room in front of his bed, turning me to face the large mirror.

”Look at you Y/N. How could anyone think you are anything but beautiful?” He tells me, his voice barely above a whisper as he stands behind me.

I shake my head and laugh, dropping my gaze to my hands where my fingers fidget nervously. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

Kai growls from behind me as he steps forward, his chest flush to my back as his fingers grasp my chin, tilting my head up to look at my self in the mirror. “Trust me darling, I am not saying anything to make you feel better. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

My heart beats loudly in my chest at the close proximity to Kai and the way he holds me. His other hand trailing down my side before gripping tightly onto my waist. As he pulls me flush against him, there’s no denying the truth behind his words. I can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, as well as his arousal pushing into my lower back.

His fingers release my chin, tracing lightly down my neck, over my collarbones before skimming over the fabric of my dress that separates my breasts from his fingers. Instinctively I arch into his touch, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as I do so.

His other hand moves from my waist, moving lower and lower, down towards the slit in my dress. His fingers find the slit with ease, slipping between the folds of the fabric to trace along the sensitive skin of my thigh. I clamp my thighs together, hoping to hide the evidence of my arousal. But I knew it was futile. He knew what he was doing. He knew how my body reacted even though we’d never been in this situation before. Kai Azer knew me better than myself. And he knew exactly what he was doing to me right now. And I had to admit, watching him trail his hands all over me in the mirror had definitely awoken something inside me.

His fingers trace where my thighs are squeezed together before trailing upwards, lightly tracing over the black underwear I’d chosen to wear for tonight. My body shivering as his touch, leaning back into him as a sigh escapes my lips.

”K-kai.” I practically moan out in the most sinful way.

”Yes darling?” His breath tickling my ear before moving hips lips to kiss down my neck.

”You don’t have t-to d-do this to m-make me feel b-better.” I stutter out as his fingers apply more pressure as they trace over the black fabric separating his fingers from where I want them most.

A low growl rumbles though his chest at my words, the hand tracing over the bodice of my dress moving towards the ties on the back. “Darling, I have been wanting this for far too long. Been longing for the day you would let me touch you like this. Making you realise how beautiful and wanted you are is just the cherry on top.”

His fingers pull on the ties with ease, the corseted back coming apart with ease and skill. Kai removes his hand from beneath the dress, causing me to whimper at the loss of the touch I was craving so much. His hands push open the corseted back before guiding it down my body. Leaving me in my black underwear and heels. I go to reach up and cover my now exposed breasts, but Kai reaches out and grasps my wrists in his hands.

”Don’t cover yourself up. You’re beautiful.” He whispers against my neck, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror.

I lose myself in those grey eyes, so fixated on them as he guides me to step out of the dress. Watching as he kneels behind me, his hands helping me step out of the heels I’d chosen for the night. As he stands up to his full height, he now towers over me. His chin resting atop my head with ease.

His fingers go back to tracing lightly over my body. But unlike before there is an urgency to them. With the dress now gone and exposing everything to Kai, I can see the control Kai is wielding over himself. I can see the fight in those stormy grey eyes as his fingers skim the bottom of my breast.

”Keep your eyes on yourself Darling. I want you to see how pretty you are while I fuck you.” He whispers in my ear.

I turn my head to look at him in shock, giving him the lul in my defence to push his other hand beneath the black underwear I still wore. His fingers sliding between my folds with ease do to how aroused I’d gotten from him barely touching me. His fingers sliding up and down before circling over the bundle of nerves that has my hips bucking into his hand earning me a chuckle.

I look back in the mirror to see Kai trail his fingers up my breast to caress the now peaked nipple. Goosebumps forming on my arm at the sensation. My body shaking as he holds me against him. And I was suddenly very glad he’d helped me remove my shoes before he started this.

As my eyes meet his, a devilish smirk forms on his face, seconds later his fingers leave the bundle of nerves he’d been toying with causing me to whimper, but it’s long forgotten and he inserts two of his fingers into me. My hands fly out, one grasping tightly onto his arm connected to the fingers he pumps slowly in and out of me. The other flying up to tangle my fingers in his curly black hair, tugging on them as my body shakes against his, earning a groan of pleasure.

Still keeping his fingers inside me and adding a third to the mix, Kai removes his other hand from me. I don’t know how he does it but he makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, the tie quickly discarded to the floor before he shoves half his jacket and shirt off. With equal precision and ease, his free hand caresses along the back of my thigh before joining his other hand, swiftly swapping them over before shrugging off the other half of his jacket and shirt.

He kicks his shoes off with ease, his free hand making quick work of his belt and pants which swiftly make a pile at his feet before he steps out of them and kicks them away. Due to his position behind me I don’t realise he’s stripped himself off all his clothing till arousal meets my back as his grips my hips and pulls me flush against him.

”I will make you see what I see when I look at you. Make you feel what I feel when I look at you.” He whisper against my neck as he kisses down it. His eyes flicker up and meet mine in the mirror. “And once all that is done sweetheart, I will worship you like the queen you are and have you scream my name.”

I don’t have time to respond to his words, Kai lowering us into a chair I had no idea was near us. His free hand reaching between us to grasp his thick member I barely see before he removes his fingers from me and lowers me slowly on his cock. My hands fly out, grasping on to his thighs as he slowly lowers me down. It feels like I’m being torn apart, but in the most divine way. My body shifting to accommodate Kai and his size as my head rolls back to rest on his shoulder.

Kai’s hands roam over my body, kneeding and groping whatever they can. One of his hands trailing up my side before squeezing my breast, rolling the perked nipple between his fingers as I gasp and arch my back. My eyes fly open as I lift my head from his shoulders as his other hand reaches down and plays with the bundle of nerves at my centre. In the mirror my eyes meet Kai’s as he continues to play with my most sensitive parts as I adjust to his size.

Soon I’m wriggling in his lap, my hips rocking back and forth as I seek the pleasure my body now craves from Kai and the cock he’s impaled me on. I watch as Kai smirks at me in the mirror over my shoulder. His grey eyes clouding over with a look I’d only ever seen when he shifted into his Enforcer persona. Which normally would terrify me. But as his hand guides my legs to sit either side of his before slowing sliding up between my breast and grasping me lightly around my neck, I can’t help the way I clamp around him, my body wanting to experience this new side of Kai and I.

His hips thrust up into me hard, a moan ripping from my throat as I clamp around him again, earning a guttural growl from him that vibrates through me. “See what you do to me darling. See how feral you make me.”

I do my best to nod in response, but his grip on my neck tightens.

”Words sweetheart. Use them.” He growls against my neck before bitting me lightly.

”Y-yes. I see it.” I gasp out as his fingers apply more pressure on my clit, making me shudder against him.

”Good. Because this is how I feel whenever I’m around you. Caging a beast inside me that wants to ruin you in everyway possible. To make you mine.”

I grasp onto the arms that cage me against him, holding my prisoner as I come undone against him. Becoming a mumbling and moaning mess as he continues to thrust up into me again and again. His pace never faltering, if anything increasing as the seconds tick by. Within minutes I’m nearly screaming his name. Sensing I’m close to finishing, he holds me close to him as he stands, kicking the chair away before kneeling on the ground, placing me on my hands and knees in front of him.

The new position feeling so heavenly I can’t help but lean back into him, rocking back and forth to chase the final bits of pleasure I need from him to reach my climax. I raise my head, looking up at Kai in the mirror as his hand weaves its way into my hair, using it as a way to anchor him self before slamming his hips into me as I cry out in pleasure.

”Look at yourself while I finish you. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come undone. And know that Blair’s words are nothing but lies. Can you do that sweetheart?” He growls out, fingers tightening in my hair.

I go to nod, but I know Kai wants to hear my words. Hear me acknowledge that everything Blair said about me wasn’t true. Just a way to get at me and get in my head. Because now, kneeling on the floor in front of Kai as he fucked me into oblivion, I knew all her words were lies.

”Yes Enforcer.” I moan out.

Something in Kai’s grey eyes shifts as I use the title he will one day bear. A title that will bring fear to all those he is set loose on. But not me. I cry out again as he starts slamming into me, the tip of his cock hitting the perfect spot every time.

”Come with me sweetheart.” He almost pleas as his movements become erratic, each thrust bringing us both closer to our climax.

I look him dead in the eye as I manage to push myself up, bringing my back flush with his chest. His hands instantly caging me against him.

”Yes Enforcer.” I moan out as I place a chaste kiss to his jaw.

Kai growl echoes around the room as he grips me tightly before slamming into me one more time, both our cries echoing off the room as we tip over the edge. Both of us tumbling towards the floor before Kai cushions our fall with the air magic he borrows from me as he cradles me in his arms as we ride out our high. Both of us trying to catch our breath as we lie in peaceful bliss on his bedroom floor. Blair’s words now long forgotten as I lie in the safety of Kai’s arms.

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Ohhhhh girl! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

I’ve been waiting months for this one, and, boy, you didn’t hold back! The competitiveness, the teasing, the fucking dirty talk 🫠🫠 you even hit us with another “good girl”! And don’t think I missed the parallels to the scene I’m pretty sure you used for inspo 🐺 I see you! Ronan would be proud.

I loved the possessive arguing. Loved the smut. Loved it all!!

Threesome - Garrick Tavis x Reader x Brennan Sorrengail

Summary: One of your boys turns up on a night that isn't there's, leading to an idea and opportunity you can't help but propose.

warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected p in v, pet names, praise, fingering, threesome, blow job, double penetration.... A/N: Unsure how I feel about this one and feel like it could be better. Might revisit this one in the future.

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A soft knock on my door lets me know he’s here, and I can’t help but smile as I bound over to the door and open it to reveal Brennan leaning against to doorway running his thumb across his chin. A tell tale sign he was nervous or overworked. As soon as his eyes meet mine, I see him visibly relax. The weight of everything going on being lifted from his shoulders.

I reach out and grab his hand, dragging him into my room. He swiftly kicks it closed behind him before quickly pulling me into a hug, resting his head in the crook of my neck. It had been a tough few days with most of the riders from Basgiath now here in Aretia. And due to it we hadn’t been able to do our usual meet ups.

”I’m sorry.” He mumbles into my shoulder as he tightens his grip on me a little.

”Don’t be. It’s been an intense week for you.” I reassure him as I wrap my arms around him.

”I know, but I could have really used our time together.” He says in a defeated tone before stepping back and looking at me. “I’ve snapped at way too many people this week.”

”Well lets make the most of tonight then,” I whisper slyly, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him backwards towards my bed in the centre of the room. Brennan who usually takes his time is quick to step forward, hands grasping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head before pulling at the ties on my flight pants. I barely step out of them before his lips are on mine, devouring mine in a passionate kiss. It’s as if he’s pouring all the pent up emotions from the last week into the kiss. It was a stark contrast to how gentle and slow he usually was, but I wasn’t complaining. It had been a while since I’d had some rougher intimacy. The last time being a few months ago in Samara before I was attacked. Though I had been with that rider recently, but it had been oddly different to our previous times. Brennan pulls me from my thoughts as his hands grasp my thighs, picking me up before turning and placing me on my desk as I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer. He grumbles as I break this kiss to pull his shirt over his head.

”Someone’s impatient tonight.” I tease as I throw his shirt to the floor.

”I haven’t had you in a week. Forgive me if I’m a little needy love.” He almost growls back, my eyes widening at the tone in his voice.

I reach up to pull his lips down to mine, but the door banging open has us breaking apart as both our heads whip towards the person in the door way. For a moment we all stare at each other in shock. The two boys staring at each other, realising who the other guy I had mentioned now was. Then me, staring at the new addition in shock as tonight was not a night I would see him.

”Him?” Garrick finally asks, raising an eyebrow as he waves a hand towards Brennan.

”Tonight isn’t one of your nights.” I say bluntly causing a scowl to form on Garrick’s face.

I lightly push on Brennan to step back, but he barely budges. Holding his ground as if claiming his territory. And as I look up at his face I can see he’s angry. His jaw ticking as he continues to stare at Garrick. My attempt at pushing Brennan back brings Garrick’s attention to the rest of me, his scowl depending as his eyes trail over me, taking in the red lacey underwear I had chosen today just for Brennan. A set Garrick also very much enjoyed seeing on me.

Garrick kicks the door closed behind him before starting to walk over to me. Brennan is quick to react and steps into his path, and I swear I hear Garrick growl at Brennan. As tense as the room was right now, I couldn’t help but be slightly turned on at the two men squaring off in regards to me.

”It’s not your night Tavis.” Brennan snaps at him. “Leave.”

Garrick just chuckles at Brennan as he looks down at him. “True, but she was mine first. You’re just here to fill a void while she wasn’t with me. And now I’m back. So why don’t you run back to your little throne room.”

I watch as Brennan’s hand tightens into a fist, practically feeling the anger roll off him as he does his best to keep his temper at bay. I’d never seen him like this. I’d never seen Garrick like this with Brennan, the two usually getting along. But something about me had riled these two up. I push myself off the desk, rushing between the two to try and calm them down. But as I step between them they barely notice me, still completely focused on each other.

”Stop it, both of you.” I snap at them, despite the fact I was slightly turned on by them fighting over me. “Garrick, you can come back tomorrow.”

He scoffs at me, “I’m not being his sloppy seconds.”

”Trust me, you wont be after I’m done with her.” Brennan replies smugly.

Garrick reacts immediately, trying to push past me to get at him, but comes up short when I flick my hand and conjure a force field with my signet. As he bounces back Brennan chuckles behind me clearly amused at what I’ve done, but also thinking he’s won as he places a hand on my arm which I shrug off.

”As hot as it is to have you two fight over me, you two need to grow up.” I look between the both of them. Brennan who looks disheartened, and Garrick who has a damn smirk on his face.

”Seems you find it really hot.” Garrick muses as his eyes flicker down to my underwear.

I glance down and see a notable wet patch on them. Clearly I was more aroused by these two than I thought. And now Garrick had noticed, and drawn attention to it. Brennan leaning around to see what he’s looking at. I go to place my hands over it to try and hide it, but Garrick is quick to step forward and grasp my wrists in his larger hands.

”Don’t hide it sweetheart.” The way Garrick smiles down at me, looks at me with lust filled eyes has my heart rate pick up in anticipation, cheeks heating with slight embarrassment.

”Get your hands off her Tavis. She’s mine for the night.” Brennan demands, stepping forward and placing his hands on my shoulders as he stands behind me.

I turn, putting them on either side of me as I look between them. “What if there was another option?” My voice shaking slightly as I lay out another option that has worked its way into my mind.

”What do you mean another option?” Brennan asks, brow furrowing as he looks down at me in confusion.

I reach out, laying a hand in the middle of both their chests, both them looking down as I trail them slowly down till my fingers hook into the waistband of their pants. I feel both of them tense and suck in a sharp breath as they realise what the other option was.

Brennan is quick to shake his head, clearly unsure of the option now laid out for him. “I am not sharing with him.”

Garrick chuckles at him as he steps closer to me, his hand trailing up and down my back slightly making me shiver. “Scared I’ll show you up Sorrengail?”

Garrick’s words must awaken something in Brennan who seems to change his mind in an instant as he also steps forward now, his hand mimicking Garrick’s movements on the other side. Brennan trails his hand up to my shoulder, grasping it before turning me to face him, pushing me backwards till my back meets Garrick’s chest. I try to look him in the eye but Brennan grasps my face in his hands, his lips quickly meeting mine in a passionate kiss. I hadn’t expected him to go ahead with his, but there was something behind this kiss, with how fiercely he was kissing me that suggested there was some want behind this.

As I wrap my arms around Brennan’s neck to deepen the kiss, I feel Garrick’s hands skim over my back before quickly unhooking my bra. I was glad I had chosen one with removeable straps, not needing to remove my arms from around Brennan’s neck before Garrick unhooks the straps, causing the material to fall to the floor before I quickly kick it away. Brennan groans as my now naked breasts push up against his bare chest as I pull him closer.

Clearly not wanting to be left out, Garrick’s hands reach beneath my legs, his large fingers rubbing lightly over my underwear, causing me to moan into the kiss with Brennan. My legs shaking with anticipation as Garrick applies more pressure to my clit, rubbing small circles over the bundle of nerves. I silently curse how well Garrick knows my body. At how he knows exactly what to do to get me spiralling closer to my climax. Within seconds I tear my mouth from Brennan’s as my body starts quivering, my mouth open in a silent moan as Garrick applies more pressure.

Garrick reaches over me, shoving Brennan’s shoulder causing him to stumble back into the desk, bracing his hands on the edge of the desk. I start to fall forward as my arms fall from Brennan’s neck, but Garrick wraps his free arm around my hips, causing me to bend at the hips, my hands bracing on Brennan’s hips, pinning him in place.

”Now why don’t you be a good girl and take the Lieutenant Colonel in your mouth darling?�� Garrick whispers in my ear before placing light kisses down my neck, his fingers now moving from my clit to tease my entrance.

I look up at Brennan who smiles lazily at me before nodding at me and leaning back fully on the desk, his lust filled eyes watching me intently as I start undoing the ties of his pants. A shudder runs through his body as my fingers skim across his lower abdomen. He raises his hips as I attempt to tug them down, but due to how Garrick is holding me I don’t get very far. He chuckles lightly at my attempts before grasping the material in his hands and pulling them from his legs.

He barely steps out of them before I lean in, placing soft kisses along the length. “Bloody hell.” He gasps out, his hand grasping the back of my head tightly as I take him fully in my mouth, closing my lips around his length. Slowly I work up and down his length, moaning slightly as his hand tightens in my hair.

My yelp is muffled by Brennan’s cock in my mouth as Garrick finally inserts his fingers inside me, stretching me wide as he works them in and out. The motion causing me to rock back and forth on Brennan’s cock, taking him further than I intend as he hits the back of my throat.

”That’s it, just like that darling. Taking him so well.” Garrick purrs from behind me as he adds another finger to the mix, causing me to moan loudly around Brennan’s cock, the vibrations causing Brennan to gasp loudly.

”Shit,” Brennan curses. “Keep that up Tavis.”

Garrick picks up the pace in response to his words to the point I can barely focus on Brennan, but he’s quick to pick up on this, rocking his hips back and forth as I moan around his cock as my body starts quivering.

My walls flutter around Garrick’s fingers. “You’re so close darling, can feel it. You going to come around my fingers? Come undone as you moan around his cock?”

My reply is muffled by Brennan’s cock, but Garrick must take my muffled response as a yes. His fingers curling to hit the perfect spot, while his other hand reaches down and rubs lazy circles on my clit which has me coming undone immediately. My legs shaking as succumb to my pleasure, my moans causing Brennan to meet his end as well as he holds me flush against him.

I gasp for air as Brennan steps back, before a whimper escapes my lips as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, causing Garrick’s fingers to leave me.

”It’s ok sweetheart, were not done with you yet.” He reassures me as his hands trace along the back of my thighs before picking me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he leads me over to the bed, straddling him as he lays down beneath me. Despite just finishing himself, I can feel Brennan is already ready to go, his cock twitching beneath me as I lazily grind back and forth. Behind me I can hear the familiar sounds of flight gear hitting the floor with a soft thud. I turn to head to look at him but Brennan is quick to grasp my head, turning my gaze back to him as he rolls his hips into mine, his tip pushing inside of me. My eyes flutter close at the feeling of him pushing slowly inside of me, a soft moan escaping my lips as I brace my hands on his chest as he slowly thrusts in and out. My walls fluttering around his cock at the slow movement.

A rough hand grazes up and down my back before I feel Garrick’s chest brush against my back as he stands behind me between Brennan’s legs. I gasp as his lips place gentle kisses along my shoulder as his hands massage my hips, while Brennan’s hands and reach up and massage my breasts. Gods did this feel amazing. No part of me was left untouched as the two men fought for my attention.

Garrick’s hands trail up my back before softly pushing on my shoulder, pushing me down to lie on Brennan’s chest which he welcomes eagerly. Brennan’s lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss which I quickly let him control as I let myself be at the mercy of the men I’m between.

”Such a beautiful ass,” Garrick growls as his hands knead and squeeze the flesh before landing a firm smack causing me to moan into the kiss.

Moments later another smack echoes around the room causing me to jolt forward against Brennan, his cock hitting deep inside as with both moan heavily into the kiss as Garrick goes back to kneading my ass. As if the two men are in sync, they match their movements perfectly. Garrick gripping onto my hips and pulling me down onto Brennan as he thrust up into me. Each thrust hitting deep inside as I moan and quiver against Brennan.

I barely notice Garrick’s hand moving before a his fingers are circling gently around my tight hole as if testing a boundary. A boundary we’ve never needed to cross or explore. And one I honestly never thought I would. But as his fingers keep testing the boundary, I can’t help but moan and try to push my hips back against his fingers while Brennan continues to thrust up into me.

”You up for a challenge darling?” He purrs into my neck before kissing down my neck.

I turn my head to look into Garrick’s blown out hazel eyes. I know if I say no he won’t push me further, but I can see just like myself he wants to try this. That we both just want to loose ourselves in the moment of this once in a life time moment. Because this would not be happening again.

Seeing the want in my eyes he pushes a finger in. “Oh, fuck. Y-yes.” I gasp out, earning a chuckle from Garrick who kisses down my back before standing up again as I grasp onto Brennan like he’s my anchor.

Brennan reaches up, his fingers caressing along my jaw as he focuses my attention on him, clearly clued in on what Garrick is about to do. What we’re all about to do. “Just focus on me sweetheart.”

Too scared to talk all I can do is nod at Brennan as I lean into his touch and place a kiss to his palm before he pulls me back into a kiss, one much softer and gentler than the previous ones. But its enough to keep my focus as I feel Garrick move behind me. I can’t help but tense as I feel him move his fingers before positioning himself.

”You’re such a good girl,” He praises from behind me as he caresses my lower back to get me to relax.

As soon as my body relaxes Garrick rolls his hips against me, pushing into the tight hole. I pull back from Brennan’s kiss as I suck in a sharp breath at the unnatural feeling.

”You’re doing so good sweetheart.” Brennan murmurs into my neck as I bury my head into his.

This was a feeling like no other. Being stretched open my the two of them. An odd sense of pain and pleasure. But as each second goes by, the pleasure slowly but surely takes over the pain. By the time Garrick is fully inside I’m quivering and moaning between them. Not trusting my words I angle my head to look up at the two men either side of me, giving them the nod they need to know I’m ok.

A whimper escapes my lips as they start to thrust in an out. At first its awkward, neither of them matching their thrusts. But after a few awkward attempts they manage to sync up and gods did it feel amazing. Soon I’m a panting mess between them. Their hands roaming, grasping anywhere they can in an effort to claim me.

”Fuck, so tight darling.” Garrick slurs from behind me, a telltale sign of his he was getting close as he grips me hips tighter in an effort to anchor himself. “So proud of you darling, taking us so well.”

”Please…” I pant out, barely managing to form words as I feel the familar coil building inside me as I start to quiver between the two men.

As Brennan looks into my eyes, he must see what I want, see how close I am as he picks up his pace, hips slamming into mine causing me to rock back harder onto Garrick who in turn grips my hips so tightly I’m sure they’re going to bruise.

Strangled noises escape my lips as both men thrust deep inside of me before I shatter between them. Both men quickly follow behind me as their hips stutter, loud groans echoing around the room as they meet their end. Garrick is the first to move, rolling to the side as he removes himself from me, hips grip on my hips causing Brennan and I to roll onto our sides. Both men drapping their arms lazily over me as we all take a moment to catch our breaths.

”Well that was…” Garrick starts before losing his train of thought.

”Amazing.” I pant out.

”And never happening again,” Brennan adds, his body tensing at his words.

I can practically feel Garrick roll his eyes from behind me, “Way to ruin a good thing Sorrengail.”

The two men quickly fall into a round of bickering as I roll my eyes at them before blocking them out as I relax into their embrace, enjoying the last moments of being in the arms of both of them.

@violent-little-thing @softodettes @marrianena @idkimjusthere100 @strangeeaglepost @puttyly @kyl13sm1l3y @wildflowermooon @oliviajm21 @honethatty12 @lesehexe @tincanhat

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I really hope Becky doesn’t just gloss over what happened to Sawyer, but at the same time, I know it’s going to hurt if she actually explores it.

This was so fucking well done. It’s so difficult to imagine the complex emotions that would come with a life altering change like that. And the way you even delved into the pain killers, the way it brought up his insecurities from his first year, and the mental toll/guilt it brought on for his friends was beautiful. It’s no surprise, but you truly went above and beyond with this one.

lean on me

Sawyer Henrick + Ridoc Gamlyn Sawyer runs out of painkiller and drags himself, fully clothed, into an ice-cold shower in an attempt to take the edge off. It works, but once he sits down on the tile floor, he can’t get back up to turn the water off. Feeling that his rider is trapped there, freezing cold and dissociating, Sliseag reaches out to Aotrom, who sends Ridoc to the rescue. words: 3.2k 🏷️: trying something new, so be gentle with me pls, written before the release of Onyx Storm, set 2-ish weeks after the end of Iron Flame. nonsexual nudity, brief description of Sawyer’s injury site (Rid changing his bandages) but no blood or anything, mentions of nausea and skipping meals, the word puke is used exactly once, painkiller reliance, negative self-talk — Sawyer’s self esteem issues re: the injury and not bonding in his first year make an appearance, as well as Ridoc's guilt for letting things get this bad. this could be read either as platonic or as a ship fic, if you want. there’s mutual I love you’s in there, but nothing too romantical — and if you aren’t cuddling with your homies on the regular, wyd?

“Sliseag’s boy needs you.”

Ridoc is out his door and down the stairs in seconds, headed to the first-floor room they’d moved Sawyer into after he’d been discharged from the infirmary. The door is unlocked, the room empty, but he can hear water running in the bathroom right across the hall.

“Sawyer?”

No response. 

Then he sees a person sat against the wall under the spray of one of the faucets — unmistakably Sawyer, from their red-brown hair and pale skin. He’s still dressed. He hadn’t drawn the curtain, seemingly just turned the water on and sat down under it.

“Sy?” Ridoc tries again quietly, not wanting to startle him — nothing. He reaches up to turn the water off, and only then does Sawyer seem to notice his presence, looking up from his blank stare at the opposite wall.

His cheeks are wet, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes red and swollen from crying. His entire body is trembling — from pain or from the cold, Ridoc can’t tell. How long has he been sitting here?

Ridoc steps into the shower and kneels beside him. Water instantly soaks into the knees of his pants, but he’s used to the cold, being an ice wielder. Regardless, he isn’t focused on that right now, just on making sure Sawyer is okay.

Maybe okay isn’t the right word. There’s clearly something wrong if he’s in the shower fully clothed, and okay might be too lofty a goal for him these days after losing more than half a leg. 

Sawyer blinks a few times, coming back to reality and seeing the soft expression on Ridoc’s face — not pity, but genuine concern and love.

Sawyer had pushed him away for two weeks, pushed everyone away and insisted he’d be fine on his own, but Ridoc is here with him now. He was willing to climb in with him, to sit across from him in the cold water and guide him back into reality. He knew something was wrong, despite Sawyer’s reassurances that he was fine, and he sought him out in hopes of fixing it. 

“Hey,” Ridoc coaxes softly. “Talk to me.”

Sawyer can’t form words. Tears start to slip down his freckled cheeks, mixing with the cold shower water that’s still dripping from every inch of him. 

Ridoc moves closer, until he’s just inches away — hesitant, not wanting to cause him further pain. 

Sawyer closes the gap for him, letting his head drop against Ridoc’s shoulder as he continues to cry, quiet little sniffles that break Ridoc’s heart right in half.

“I know it hurts, Sy. I’m so sorry.”

He wraps the older boy in a hug, not minding the cold water that soaks from Sawyer’s clothes into his. His heart clenches as he realizes how thin Sawyer has gotten without the daily exercise, and without as much food — the healers had said something about the pain tonic reducing appetite and causing nausea, but the squad had been too relieved that he was still alive to properly focus on the instructions they’d been given. 

Ridoc can’t help but berate himself for letting it get this bad. He should have been more careful. He should have checked in on Sawyer more often, ignored the boy’s insistence that he’d be fine in his own room at Basgiath, and that the rest of the squad shouldn’t let him keep them grounded. 

Second squad had agreed without too much protest, knowing that the fight was far from over, and they needed as many trained riders as they could get.

Still, it shouldn’t have come to this. 

“I’m so sorry,” he repeats, bringing a hand up to smooth down his wet curls. “We should have been there for you earlier.”

Sawyer doesn’t respond, but his breathing has steadied, the sniffling quieted. He’s still shivering, leaning into Ridoc for warmth — he must have been sitting here for some time if he’s this cold. 

“Let’s get you dried off,” Ridoc coaxes. 

Sawyer nods against his shoulder, taking a breath to brace himself for the discomfort of standing again. 

Ridoc rises to his knees, then his feet, hooking his arms under Sawyer’s to help him up. Sawyer pushes up off the floor, a soft cry parting his lips as the movement sends a needle of pain up his spine.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Ridoc soothes, the only thing he can think to say at the moment. “Hold on to me, it’ll take the pressure off.”

Sawyer shifts his weight, making the five steps to the small bench more bearable. 

Ridoc finds a clean-enough towel on the counter, extending it to Sawyer. “Dry your hair if you can. I’m gonna find you some clean clothes, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Sawyer makes the slightest nod of understanding, back to his slow-blinking silence. 

Time has been reduced to the slow drip of water down his face. He doesn’t know how late it is, or how long he had sat in the shower. It’s dark out, but it’s January — it gets dark after four. 

Ridoc is back quickly. Sawyer still hasn’t dried his hair, so he takes the towel back from him, working it through the wet red curls gently. His hair has gotten long enough to cover the tops of his ears. Ridoc would offer to do something about it later, but he’s not sure Sawyer would trust him with the task. Rhi, maybe. 

“Arms up,” Ridoc coaxes.

Sawyer complies, allowing Ridoc to peel the soaked tunic off. It’s unceremoniously dropped to the floor with a quiet splat, replaced with a soft towel that Ridoc wraps around his shoulders.

“Alright. How do you want to do the pants?” Ridoc asks gently. “We’ve seen each other naked before, so I don’t care either way, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable — and I don’t want this to hurt.”

“It’s going to hurt no matter what,” Sawyer says distantly, the first words he’s spoken since Ridoc found him. His voice is a raw whisper, hoarse from disuse. “I can take them off myself if I have something to lean on. Putting new ones on is always harder.”

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready,” Ridoc offers quietly, holding out two hands. 

Sawyer wavers a bit as he stands, holding onto Ridoc’s right forearm with one hand as he finds his balance, then slowly starts pulling down one side of the waistband, then the other, until they drop to the floor, a wet heap of fabric around his remaining foot. 

Ridoc doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to that sight, if it’ll ever stop feeling like a punch to the gut.

It’s not about you, he reminds himself. However uncomfortable and upset you are about this, Sawyer is probably ten times as much — it’s his body, his life that’s changed forever. 

Ridoc guides him back down onto the bench, kicking the soaked shorts aside, next to the shirt, and looks at Sawyer, trying to read the expression on his face. 

“Do you want a break, or…”

He shakes his head. “Pass me the shirt?”

Ridoc hands him the dry t-shirt he’d found in Sawyer’s room, one of the few clean garments he had left. He doesn’t ask if Sawyer wants help with this part — he gets the feeling that this is probably deeply embarrassing for him, and that he wants to do as much as he can on his own.

Sawyer tugs it over his head, easily putting his arms through the sleeves, and stepping through one leg of the boxers, pulling them up to his knee.

Ridoc extends an arm again, a silent indicator that he’s ready when Sawyer is. 

Sawyer takes another breath, gritting his teeth as he stands, but he seems more steady this time — putting more of his weight on Ridoc, trusting the other boy to hold him up as he dresses himself. 

Back down again. Sawyer takes a second to catch his breath, willing himself not to cry again.

“Shorts too, or…”

Sawyer shakes his head no. He doesn’t want to go through the up-and-down again, and he just wants to sleep. That’s all he’s really done this week, because sleep is the only place he’s comfortable — if you don’t count the nightmares, that is. 

“Okay. Can I look at the bandage?”

Sawyer nods, exhausted but knowing that the wrapping needs to be replaced; it’s soaked, the cotton gauze swollen with water. He definitely wasn’t supposed to bathe with it on, but he wasn’t really in his right mind when he’d dragged himself into the shower, just desperate for any sort of relief from the bone-deep ache and the shooting pains that keep coming whenever he moves.

Ridoc unwraps the dressing gently, keeping one hand on Sawyer’s other leg in an attempt at comfort, and bracing himself for the worst, but trying to maintain a neutral expression on his face. 

It’s not as bad as he’d thought. It doesn’t look infected, and the stitches are still holding the skin together in two intersecting, slightly-wavy lines. They’re probably ready to be removed — he’ll ask about that tomorrow morning, when he takes Sawyer to see the healers.

Ridoc tosses the wet bandages into the trash, reaching under the sink for the basic first aid kit that’s kept in every bathroom in the dorms. There’s enough gauze in there to make a passable re-creation of the neat dressing that had been on it before. It’ll only have to last the night, anyway; the healers will put on a new one in the morning. 

“Is that too tight?” Ridoc asks, looking up at him.

Sawyer shakes his head no, eyes still closed. He’s so tired, even after a day of doing hardly anything.

Ridoc stands, gathering the wet clothes and wringing them out over the sink. He’ll wash them tomorrow — Sawyer is running out of clean clothes, having been pretty much bedbound for the last two and a half weeks and unable to do his own laundry.

“You ready to get back in bed?” — A nod. — “Do you want your crutches, or do you want to lean on me?”

“You,” Sawyer says softly, blinking up at Ridoc. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

Ridoc pushes down the little swell of pride at Sawyer’s choice, draping the boy’s arm across his shoulders and hooking an arm around his waist to hoist him up. He lets Sawyer set the pace for the twenty-foot walk back to his new room, making sure that he’s well-supported. 

Thankfully, Sawyer had never warded his new room, so the door swings open easily, and Ridoc carefully deposits him on the edge of his bed, tossing the still-damp clothes in his laundry basket. 

Looking at the clock on his desk through bleary eyes, Sawyer can see that it’s sometime between ten and eleven. Ten thirty, maybe. A reasonable enough hour to go to sleep.

Ridoc should be going to bed soon, if he wants to get a decent amount of sleep before the standard six a.m. wakeup required of the cadets that hadn’t been permanently injured in the battle — everyone but Sawyer. 

He’s tired of being the exception. He should be out there training with them, not spending his days sleeping in an uncomfortable first-year bed.

Being back on the first floor for the third year in a row has broken him. 

Being in this room all day reminds him of his first first year, when he was one of the only cadets who hadn’t been chosen at Threshing, and thus couldn’t attend most of the classes that everyone else did — leaving him to spend the bigger half of six months entirely alone.

Every hour within these walls is another reminder of his failure. Death by a thousand cuts, or whatever they say. 

“Talk to me,” Ridoc says softly. “Tell me what I can do to help you.”

“I don’t know,” he whispers, his voice cracking. If Ridoc doesn’t leave soon, if he doesn’t stop looking at him like that, all soft and concerned, Sawyer is going to cry again. The first time was humiliating enough.

Ridoc keeps pushing, deciding yes-or-no questions might be less overwhelming. “Do you want to eat something?”

Sawyer shakes his head no quickly — he definitely doesn’t want food. Even the idea of eating is enough to turn his stomach. At least Ridoc hadn’t seen him puke. 

“Okay. You should probably get some sleep, then.”

Sleep is good. Sleep will numb the pain for a while, and he’s so tired… probably because he’s hardly eaten since he moved out of the infirmary and the healers stopped forcing him to choke down three meals a day. 

That had been torture. 

Sawyer nods, starting to shuffle back from his seat on the edge of the bed. The bed is unmade, as it has been for the last week and a half, so he’s able to scoot under the duvet easily, pulling it up over himself with minimal discomfort.

Ridoc helps him get settled, draping him with an extra blanket, because Sawyer’s skin is still cold to the touch. He quickly pulls his eyes away from the space where Sawyer’s other leg should be, that’s now just flat, only blankets laid over the mattress.

“If there’s anything you need, anything at all, have Sli tell Aotrom, okay?”

Sawyer nods again, the soft cotton of his pillowcase making a whispering sound under his cheek.

Ridoc straightens the books on Sawyer's desk, picking up a few dirty clothing items that Sawyer had dropped — damn tremors caused by that extra-strength pain tonic that he’d been using around the clock — and hadn’t been able to bend down to reach, or even to kick toward the laundry basket. So on the floor they’ve remained, all week — until now.

Sawyer feels a spike of cold move through his chest, his pulse jumping at the thought of Ridoc leaving, telling him goodnight and disappearing for another two weeks.

“Rid?” he asks in a small voice.

The other boy perks up at the sound of his friend speaking. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to sleep over?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment before Sawyer starts to take it back. “Obviously you don’t have to. I just thought it would be nice. The way it used to be, in Aretia.”

If Ridoc catches the panic in Sawyer’s voice, he doesn’t bring it up. “I thought you’d never admit it,” he says with a slow smile that Sawyer can hear, even with his eyes closed. “You miss me.”

It’s unclear if Sawyer can hear the thick guilt covered by Ridoc’s teasing. 

Of course he misses you, Ridoc thinks. You haven’t spoken to him in a week. He needed you, but he didn’t ask for help because he didn’t think you’d care. 

You’re a shitty friend.

“Should I steal some of Imogen’s black nail polish, or do you want to make popcorn and talk about cute boys?”

“Get the fuck out,” Sawyer snorts, and then regrets it immediately — What if Ridoc can’t tell that he’s joking? 

“Alright. GTFO-ing.”

Ridoc closes the door behind him quietly.

Sawyer squeezes his eyes shut, because he knows that if he opens them, the walls will start to press in on him. This room is the same size as the one he’d had in his parents’ home in Luceras, if not bigger, but after spending two weeks in it pretty much non-stop, it feels like a birdcage or a fish tank that he’d been shoved into.

That’s why he’d never warded the door. He already feels trapped here. If he becomes too weak to channel, he’d be trapped for real.

He hasn’t tried to use his signet, or any of the basic magic, since the battle. It’s unclear if he can, but Sli comes and goes in his mind, and that little red string had remained tied to his rib all through the surgery and his delirium afterward, never once fading or faltering, so he should still have access to it, but he might be too weak to do anything significant with it.

When he gets some of his energy back, he’ll try again. Maybe he can do something useful with it. They can park him in a chair and have him make weapons, more of the runed daggers. That way he’d be helping, instead of dragging everyone down. 

That’s exactly what he’d tried not to do, and look where it had landed him. 

Ridoc opens the door again after what’s probably fifteen minutes. He’s pajama-clad, his hair damp from the shower, with a pillow tucked under one arm and his duvet knotted around his shoulders like a cape.

“You came back,” Sawyer murmurs. He’s already half-asleep, his eyes closed and cheek smushed into his pillow. 

“Of course I did. It’s not every day that your adult male best friend asks you for a sleepover.”

Ridoc scoots the desk chair aside, making space for himself to lay down on the small rug there, untying the duvet-cape. 

Sawyer scoots himself over toward the other side of the bed, gritting his teeth. “The floor will fuck up your back. Get up here.”

“If you insist,” Ridoc replies with a grin. 

Sawyer would roll his eyes if it wasn’t such an effort to keep them open, about to jokingly retract his offer — only to wince at the feeling of the mattress shifting underneath him. 

Ridoc apologizes his way under the covers, trying not to jostle him too much. “I’d offer to rock-paper-scissors over who gets to be the little spoon, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

That gets a lazy laugh out of him, finally. 

Ridoc doesn’t think he’s seen Sawyer smile or laugh since before they left Aretia. They’d been in Battle Brief, and Ridoc had made a gods-awful pun around one of Brennan’s serious statements. It had nearly gotten the both of them kicked out of the auditorium from how hard they’d been laughing.

“Thank you for finding me,” Sawyer murmurs. “Probably would have died of hypothermia or something if you hadn’t.”

His hair is nearly dry now, the almost-ginger strands curling up in odd places. Ridoc reaches over to smooth a few of them down, but they spring back up after a few seconds. He keeps doing it anyway. 

“You can thank Sli for that, really. He told Aotrom to tell me that you needed help. He loves you, y’know. And he knows that none of this was your fault.” 

There’s a soft pause. “We all know that you’d be out there with us if you could. It isn’t the same without you, but until you’re healed and you can make yourself a super badass custom prosthetic and fly with us again, we’ll look out for each other. And I’ll help you with whatever you need — I’m really sorry for dropping the ball on that. I was a shitty friend, and there’s no excuse for it, really, but I’ll try my best to make it up to you.”

It’s a lot to process, and Sawyer is too tired to respond to all of it, but he’s able to sum it up in two mumbled words. “Love you.”

Ridoc smiles, moving his hand away from Sawyer’s hair. “I love you too, dude. Get some sleep.”

Later that night, when Sawyer rolls over and tucks himself into Ridoc’s arms, he doesn’t feel cold anymore, and the pain has dulled.

He decides that he wants pancakes for breakfast.

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Oh, poor, poor Spark!

Tuil is such a raging bitch! Kaori’s reaction says it all. So does Spark not letting Angel heal her. I just want to give the poor girl a hug!

the beginning of the end

Liam Mairi x reader (Spark!!)

words: 1.0k

🏷️: happy threshing everybody! I realized that it was today and decided to post this scene that I’ve been struggling to find a place for. the title kinda sets the tone for this one and is a major hint… this is not going to be fun for anyone involved. no book spoilers (pre-fourth wing). murder, blood, one mention of puke but it doesn’t actually happen, typical threshing activities, some girlfriends make an appearance, and so does bestie Bodhi, Garrick and his wisecracking, Liam smells like sawdust, Spark needs a hug. crappy formatting because I’m posting from my phone. will fix later xoxo

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

You freeze, your eyes settling on the dark blue mass reflected in the boy’s sword. He looks shocked even in death, and you realize that he’d likely been distracted by the sight of the dragon behind you while you delivered the killing blow. The bastard deserved it, anyway.

But what do you do now? You wrack your brain for any sort of advice from Kaori’s class, but it all blurs together. Don’t show fear, you can’t show blues fear— or was that greens? No, don’t look reds in the eye… fuck. You’re not supposed to even breathe in a blue’s direction.

But if it’s talking to you, that must be a good sign.

Why it chose you remains unclear.

“You have anger in your blood, girl. I like that.”

What. The. Fuck.

You sheath your sword, slowly turning to face her and immediately regretting it. She’s as terrifying as Sgaeyl, but she’s so much closer to you than you’ve ever been to her or any other dragon, either.

“Hold still.”

You don’t have time to respond, your jaw dropping in a scream as she brings a leg up, slashing at your chest. Your entire body seems to burn, skin set ablaze with pain, and you sink to your knees, gasping for breath. Warm, sticky blood pours down the front of your shirt, the metallic smell overwhelming your senses. 

You’d probably throw up if you had eaten anything in the last twelve hours.

“Get up,” she orders. “Don’t make me regret this decision.”

You gasp and choke as you rise onto one foot, then the other, keeping your fists clenched at your sides — if you touch your neck, or seem affected by it at all, she’ll probably think you’re weak.

She sticks her leg out — the same one that has your blood still dripping from its claws — silently ordering you to mount. You try to keep your weight off of your right arm, but it’s impossible — it requires all of your limbs at work to climb up.

Thankfully she doesn’t try too many twist and turns as she gets you back to the flight field. It’s already hard enough to stay seated with your vision blurring at the edges and your heartbeat feeling too shallow, too uneven. The cold air pushing against the wound is agony, your shredded flight jacket doing hardly anything to cover it.

You slide down less than gracefully, focusing on not vomiting into the gravel of the flight field.

None of the professors comment on the blood soaking your shirt and crusting over your skin as you approach the dais, looking entirely unfazed.

“Tuilfeargach,” you state to the scribe, gritting your teeth, and Kaori’s eyes widen. “Is something the matter, Professor?” You ask with a calmness that makes his skin crawl.

“No. Not at all,” he rasps, clearing his throat.

Bodhi’s jaw drops as he sees you. “Holy shit,” he breathes, “are you-“

“Just a scratch,” you say firmly enough for him to drop it — something in your eyes tells him that it isn’t up for debate.

Dinner that night is remarkably tense. All of your friends have been chosen, and made it out of the forest alive, but nobody seems too happy about it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to mend it?” your friend asks softly. She’s been eyeing the bloodied bandage all evening, hardly touching her food.

If she did mend it away, you’d probably just earn yourself a set of new, deeper cuts tomorrow. And you’d rather not spend any more time at the healers. They’d sewed it up, but before that they had to spend a good fifteen minutes tweezing out the tiny pieces of cotton from your shirt that had become embedded in the three long wounds. That was worse than the stitches.

“Smart girl,” she appraises, and you flinch at the voice speaking directly into your mind. You still aren’t used to it. You don’t think you’ll ever be.

“Sgaeyl marked him, too,” you deflect, nodding toward the cut bisecting Xaden’s eyebrow. 

“Yeah, but she didn’t maul him,” Garrick argues. “You look like you were attacked by a bear.”

“I find that comparison insulting.”

“Well, it looks badass, at least,” Bodhi offers with a sympathetic smile, changing the subject. “What do you guys think your signet is gonna be?”

Thankfully someone else answers, and the conversation lightens — one of your friends wants to be an ice wielder, another a magnetist, which leads to a debate about whether or not that‘s a thing.

If anybody notices you rise from the table with your half-eaten plate and disappear, they’re smart enough not to say anything.

You drag yourself through the shower and then to your new room, which is a considerable upgrade from the endless row of bunk beds that you’d been in prior. Your reward for surviving and bonding a dragon, you suppose. You’d rather be there than here, if it meant you wouldn’t be in so much pain, and stuck with such a bitch of a dragon. But to do it all over again, like the few cadets who weren’t chosen will have to… you don’t know what’s worse. At least you’re still alive. That’s more than you can say for the boy you’d crossed paths with. Have they found his body yet?

You kneel down, dumping everything out of your bag to find what lies at the bottom. You’re flooded with relief that the soft cream-colored sweater is still there, undamaged. You pull it over your head, biting your lip to hold back a sob as you put your arms through, stretching your stitches.

The sleeves are too long, the cuffs extending past your fingertips. You lift one up to your face, taking a few shaking sniffs. It’s faint, but it’s still there: sawdust.

That’s the last straw — you curl up in the corner of your new, larger bed, and cry for the first time in three months; raw, body-shaking sobs that send waves of pain through your chest.

When you’ve run out of tears, you work your way under the covers, pulling your knees up toward your chest and drifting into a warm, black sleep.

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We all know a James 🙄🙄

I love that she and Sliseag are becoming buddies! And Sawyer’s surprise that Sliseag let her talk to him made it that much better!

These two oblivious kids are precious! 🥹🥹

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Sawyer Henrick x reader part three of Sawyer and Peach’s story words: 2.5k 🏷️: no book spoilers. more mentions of James being a mysoginist creep but it’s not actually shown (yet), these two are still in denial, and they will be for quite a while. hey, that rhymed. anyway here is your crumb of gf content for the week! sweetheart or love next, probably.

“And here I thought all Lucerans knowing each other was a stereotype,” Rhiannon muses over her drink.

“Oh, it’s not that we all know each other,” you say with a grin, “it’s that we can always find each other in a crowd.“

“And you always get along like wildfire?” Ridoc asks. 

You blink for a moment, silent, but Sawyer answers for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing gently. “That might just be a ‘her thing’. She’s never met a human, or a horse, that she couldn’t befriend.”

“Infantry not included,” you snort, recovering from your momentary blip.

“Okay, I have to know — why’d you turn him down the first time?” Rhiannon asks. “Like, before he started being a creep, I mean. I’m with you 100%, whatever it is, I’m just curious.”

“He’s rude to everyone but me, even his friends. They only hang out with him because he's the top dog over there, even though it’s clear his daddy bought him his leadership position — his boots are too clean.”

She tilts her head to the side, not quite following. Ridoc pulls his leg up, inspecting his left shoe.

“It’s a figure of speech,” you laugh, waving a hand at him. “Means he’s not a worker. He’s one of those rich-boy types, always prattling on about honor, and serving his country, following in daddy’s footsteps, which he’s decided includes making me his sweet little housewife who will follow all his orders and produce him a litter of sons that will all grow up to look and act exactly like him.”

Everyone’s jaws drop.

“He said that to you?”

“Not those words exactly, but yes. He thinks all Luceran women are sweet and submissive and only ever aspire to be mothers and housewives. As if I’m not here to study for a career that’s going to keep me on the front for the next ten years. I’ve told him that, but he seems to think that I’m playing hard to get or something, and I’ll change my mind if he keeps asking.”

Sawyer’s fork bends in his grip, but he quickly rights it again before anyone other than Violet can notice. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I know the value of housework and homesteading. I’ve helped my mother do those things for years. It’s hard work, and it’s important. And I do want a few children eventually, but not half a dozen, and certainly not with him — with someone that respects me, and who will raise them with me as a partner.”

“I’m glad you know what you want,” Rhiannon says, looking directly at Sawyer.

“At least I won’t have to see him this week. It’s my turn for the foraging assignment, so I’ll be spending my workday in the woods.”

“Doing what, exactly?” Sawyer asks.

“Collecting ten kinds of herbs that have medicinal properties, and preparing them into various salves and things for one third of my final grade.”

“Fun,” Ridoc says dryly.

You shrug. “I don’t mind it. Being out there reminds me of home. And it’s nice to not be cooped up in the infirmary all the time.”

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You nearly trip over your own feet as you see the giant red mass in front of you. You’ve seen hundreds of dragons flying overhead or across the bridge in the rider’s quadrant, but you’ve never been this close to one before — not a friendly one, at least.

You back up two steps, giving it more space, and it follows you, stepping forward. Every expletive you know flows through your mind in a continuous stream. 

How Sawyer befriended one of these things is beyond you. At least you won’t have to worry about failing this assignment if it roasts you alive.

Just don’t look it in the eye, don’t talk to it…

Your back collides with something solid — a tree trunk. You’re cornered. All you can do is shut your eyes as tightly as possible and make one last prayer to Amari, hoping you’ve done enough good deeds in your twenty-three years to have earned a decent afterlife.

Ten seconds tick by, but nothing happens. 

You crack an eye to see its head directly in front of you. It’s just… sniffing you? You must pass inspection, because it takes a step back, not making any move to harm you. 

You force yourself to relax, deepening your breaths and waiting for it to go away, but it stays in place, still examining you. You suppose you’ll have to be the one to leave — you’re probably in its territory. You take a step to your left, touching your hand to the tree trunk to make sure you’ve cleared it before you start to walk backward.

It chuffs like an irritated horse, stepping closer again — clearly not done with you.

Oh, come on.

You can’t help it. “I know I’m not supposed to talk to you, and I know you can’t talk to me, but I don’t understand what you want,” you blurt. 

It cocks its head at you, and you know you’re doomed. These things can probably smell fear, and you’re absolutely terrified.

Shit, shit, shit.

You backpedal quickly, making an attempt to smooth things over. “Okay, I think we got off to a bad start here. I’m sorry for trespassing. I won’t do it again. It would be really great if we could just…”

You fall silent, hearing a group of people headed toward you, their voices carrying through the trees easily. One of them has a fresh wave of nausea and anxiety flowing through you — James.

Forget the fire-breathing beast standing in front of you; the three human men approaching are infinitely more terrifying, capable of much more intricate and abject cruelty than any being on this planet.

You slip your hand into the pocket of your jacket, feeling for the handle of the knife Sawyer had given you and settling your fingers into the grooves. It’s been a comfort to you thus far, but you’ve never had to use it before. And what good will it be against three fully armed infantry, when you’re alone in the middle of the forest?

But you aren’t completely alone. 

The dragon has turned its head toward the voice, hackles raised; clearly agitated. Maybe you’ll have time to run if they distract it — but you couldn’t bring yourself to abandon the boys to die, even if they’ve been bothering you for nearly two months now.

It unfurls a massive wing, placing it in front of you, and bares its teeth in a snarl. You can't see the looks on their faces, but you can hear them shriek like little children, bolting in the opposite direction.

You hold your breath until you can no longer hear them running. “Thank you,” you whisper, even though the boys are far gone by now.

It… nods? 

You take a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing as you process the events of the last five minutes. A red dragon showing up at the exact right time to protect you from James, taking its time sniffing you and letting you be this close, letting you talk to it… This cannot be a coincidence. No way.

“Sawyer sent you, didn’t he?” 

Another nod.

You sigh in a mix of relief and exasperation. “I love that boy dearly, but he just does not think things through sometimes. I was fully convinced that you were going to kill me. You’re terrifying — no offense. Or maybe that’s a compliment to you guys. I don’t know.”

A chuff that almost sounds like a laugh. 

“Either way, thank you again for scaring that guy off. I can’t stand him, or his friends. They give me the creeps. The idea of being out here alone with them…” you shudder just thinking about it, but shake it off quickly, managing a smile.

You slip Sawyer’s knife back into your pocket, digging out your crumpled list of herbs to find. “I don’t think they’ll be headed this way for the rest of the afternoon,” you say, too polite to tell him he can leave. He makes no move to, anyway.

Alright, then. You wouldn’t mind having him watch over you while you finish up, just for peace of mind. And he probably knows the area better than you do, having lived here for years. You honestly aren’t sure how to get back to the school from here. You can see the bell tower, but it’s distant enough to make you nervous.

He stays a few giant steps behind you as you work, keeping an eye on you when you go somewhere he’s too big to follow. 

Chamomile, echinacea, calendula, feverfew, valerian, mint, lemon balm, sage, thistle, centella…

“That’s everything,” you sigh in relief, wiping your hands on the soft cloth you’d taken out with you. The school looks considerably closer now, the path you’d started off on back under your feet. “Thank you again. I felt a lot safer with you around. After I realized you weren’t going to torch me, that is.”

He puffs out another almost-laugh. 

You’re quiet for a moment. “You chose well. Sawyer’s a great guy. I’m proud to call him a friend, and I’m glad he has someone like you by his side. Take care of him for me, please?”

He closes his eyes, giving you a slow, almost solemn nod before he takes a few steps away and launches himself into the air, ruffling your hair and robes with the gust of wind it produces. 

You can hear the bells chime — ten. You’d spent nearly an hour with him, and another before that on your own, getting yourself lost. You have plenty of time to work before you need to get to your evening class, and Sawyer should have a break in an hour or so. Maybe he’ll come see you, and you can lovingly tell him off for having his dragon scare the pants off of you, and then thank him for it. 

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There’s a soft knock on the doorframe. You can’t stop the smile from crossing your face as you look up to see Sawyer, still in his usual all black. 

“How did it go?”

“Just fine,” you answer. “I got everything I needed. And I met a friend of yours.”

“Oh?” he asks, wondering who it could be; you’ve already met his squadmates, and he doesn’t really count anyone else as a friend besides them. And aren’t you supposed to keep your patients’ names secret?

You hum in reply, still plucking the leaves from the stems. “Big tall guy, red skin, lots of teeth…”

His eyes widen as he realizes that Sliseag hadn’t stayed as far away from you as he’d instructed. 

“You told me to protect her, not to watch idle.”

Sawyer ignores him. “I’m so sorry, Peach, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay. He ended up scaring off James and his twin idiots, and we had a lovely, if rather one-sided conversation.”

His heart might give out. “You talked to him? He let you?”

“The first time was an accident!” you defend. “He cornered me, and wouldn’t let me leave, and I couldn’t figure out what he wanted, so I asked. And then I realized he was yours, and we chatted while I picked all of this. Yes or no questions only, of course, since he couldn’t respond to me with words.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’ve always been good with animals,” he concedes. “I guess that includes dragons, too.”

“I’m offended to be put in that category.”

Sawyer ignores him again. “Wait, why were dumb, dumber, and dumbest there?”

You can’t help but laugh at the nicknames he’s assigned them, even if they’re a little mean. “Infantry are always in the woods playing soldier. That’s all they ever do. Nolon warned us about it earlier in the year.”

“Do you have to go back out there again?”

“Only if I fail this assignment,” you say quietly, looking down at everything you’ve gathered.

“I’m sure you’re going to do great. I’m absolutely positive. When will you know?”

“Tomorrow morning I’ll see if I get a passing score. Some of the preparations have to sit overnight, or dry out for a few days, so the rest of the points will be calculated then.”

He can tell you’re anxious about this, from the way your voice has quieted. “Hey. You’re going to do amazing, because you are amazing,” he says, giving you a gentle squeeze. 

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He’s glad that you can’t see how red his cheeks are in this position. “Alright. I shouldn’t keep you from your work, future Head Healer. The world hangs in the balance here.”

You laugh. “When did you decide that I’m going to be a Head Healer?”

“Just now. I can’t think of anyone better for the job, when the time comes.”

“You don’t know any other healers.”

“I know Sarah,” he defends. “And she’s still threatening me every time I come in. I don’t think her bedside manner is the best.”

“You say that like you’re scared of her, mister dragon rider.”

“She can be quite descriptive with her threats.”

You sigh softly, still leaning into him. “I missed you, you know.”

“You saw me yesterday.”

You elbow him gently, knowing he’s purposely acting obtuse. “I meant before that. Before our paths crossed again. I really missed spending time with you like this. I hope we can keep in touch next year.”

He rests his chin on top of your head, squeezing you gently. “I hope so too. Who knows, maybe we’ll even be stationed together.”

“Maybe. I hear wingleaders and their executive officers get to choose.” It’s your turn to warm with embarrassment at the implication — that he would choose whatever base you’re at, just because you’re there.

“They do. Rhi is definitely going to be the wingleader next year. Maybe I’ll still be her XO. But even if I’m not, I’d do whatever I could to stay with all of you.”

Your heart sinks a bit at the last few words. All of you. You like his squadmates, and they’ve always been kind to you. You’re glad they have his back in the air. You aren’t a jealous person, either. So why does it sting that he holds you equal with the rest of his friends?

“You alright?” He asks softly.

You hum. “Yeah. Just tired. After I finish this, I have a two hour class, and then I’m going straight to bed.”

“You should eat first.”

“I should do a lot of things,” you sigh.

He pulls back to look at you. “I mean it, P. You, of all people, should know how important nutrition is.”

You crack a smile. “I do know. I just like seeing you get worked up about it. It’s cute.”

He sighs. “What am I going to do with you?”

What indeed, you think. What do you want him to do? Better not go down that path.

“Alright. Finish up and get some rest. And food.”

“And food,” you agree. “Promise.”

“Good girl. See you tomorrow?”

You just nod, unable to form a coherent response — and muffle a tiny scream into your hand as soon as he’s out of sight. What the hell just happened?

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Love every single one of these bullet points!

The runs his mouth even in his sleep bit has me giggling 🤭

And that last bullet 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

Another Sleepy Tyrrish Men Headcanon

I should be sleeping but instead here’s Garrick

How does he sleep? It’s the letter X, yall. He’s sprawled out taking all the space. At Basgiath he was crammed in small beds that didn’t fit his frame so if he’s back in Aretia, he’s got his body taking up all the bed space.

Any pillows? One. A single pillow is all he needs. When you stay over and ask for a pillow he’s going to be cheeky and say “I’ll be your pillow.” But he’s also serious, he only has one pillow…

But he’s Garrick and always has a plan to take care of everyone so once he finds out how awkward it was to have you over with no spare pillow he secures one for you

How many blankets? Just one. A semi thick blanket. But bonus points is that it’s big. The Tavis family were all tall so his family blanket in his room is so big you both can easily share without fighting for warmth.

Does he snore? Oh yeah. Lumberjack Garrick is sawing logs over there. Xaden makes mention that Garrick runs his mouth even in his sleep. Yes, It’s loud but it’s like, cute lolol. If you give him a little nudge to roll over on his stomach he’ll stop.

He makes you a pair of earrings that have noise canceling runes on them, because he’s Garrick

Nightmares? Yes. More on that below

Cuddler? He’s grabbing you up and tossing you on the bed and grabbing you again once he gets under the covers. He loves to fall asleep with you held close, preferably with your face against his chest. Though, after he’s asleep he rolls off if you and sprawls out on the bed.

Goodnight kiss? Yes.long, slow, intimate as hell and you two usually find yourselves….a bit more active before sleeping due to that level of loving

Is he waking up for late night smoochies? Yes sir. Though I’d like to imagine the nightmares wake him up and he’s so scared and startled he can’t go back to sleep right away. But, he sees you next to him and starts cuddling you again, kissing your shoulders, back, neck, face, wherever.

Is he a shameless flirt who wants to love on you every moment of the day? Yes. Is he also a man with trauma that wants to be comforted but is too prideful to ask for help so he just wants your touch to ground him and intimacy is the only way he thinks he can do that? Also, yes.

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Oh God, the Brennan and Garrick ones 😳😳🥵

in appreciation of kinktober, which of the fw men do you think would be into spanking? i’m thinking dain for sure

love this ask. (if y’all have any more questions like this, drop them by! it actually really helps with my writing.) here’s an essay:

Dain gives me the vibe that he feels the need to be in control / dominant, because he doesn’t quite have control over his wing like he wants to, and because he’s maybe a little bit insecure (both in general, and then about his masculinity / manliness).

as for how that extends into sex… I think he’d start out super vanilla, but if you guys are in an established relationship, he’d slowly bolden. so if you’re a brat to him all day, teasing him and making it clear that you want something, he’s going to snap eventually, and get a little rougher when he does have the chance to fuck you. I do think that he would need some coaxing to actually hit you though. he feels very traditional values, be the man and protect the woman, yadda yadda, to me. so he’s probably not going to do that unless you ask.

BUT once it happens, and he realizes you’re enjoying this… and he’s also enjoying this… you’re not going to be able to sit comfortably for a few days. he feels super guilty about it afterward, so you’re gonna have to convince him that you enjoyed it and let him pamper you for the rest of the week to make up for it, even though it was 100% consensual and your idea.

however, comma. we still have an entire roster of men to think about here.

Brennan gives me brat tamer vibes 100%. he’s the one bringing it up. you tease him too much or don’t take care of yourself or whatever it is (Bren gives me casual dominance vibes too, like Dain. it extends past the bedroom. you’re gonna drink your water and eat well and take care of yourself, or else.) and he’s pulling you aside and telling you to quit it, or else he’s gonna bruise that pretty ass of yours as soon as you get home. but that’s not truly a punishment for you, is it? at least he’ll be able to mend it all away after. and like Dain, he’d feel guilty and take the best care of you for days afterward.

Garrick is a maybe to me. he seems less inhibited than the others with these things. so he wouldn’t hesitate to do it if you asked. but I don’t know if he’d be the one to bring it up first. maybe as a joke — I could see him making an offhand comment like “do I need to spank you?” or something if you were being particularly unruly, and then you lock eyes and he sees that little glimmer of mischief there, and he’s throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to his room. he’d probably enjoy it in a teasing sense. it’s hard to explain, but he finds amusement in seeing you bent over his lap, squirming in his grip, the pathetic little whimpers that leave your lips every time his hand comes down against your ass… and he’d tease you about how much you enjoy it, too. “you really got this wet just from being spanked? you like it when it hurts, don’t you? I should be rough with you more often.”

as for the others… Liam and Sawyer are just too sweet to hurt you, and I don’t see Ridoc as being super dominant. and I’m still figuring out Aaric, but I wouldn’t rule him out just yet.

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Elizabeth! I know I’m late to the party, but you cannot be planting more exhibitionism thoughts in my already corrupt brain about my main man! It’s dangerous!

Not stopping if someone walks in? That’s him 💯💯💯

*almost brought this up during the spaghetti sesh with the Sawyer comment (you know the one…), but I can’t be making everything about Garrick no matter how badly I want to.

Hi Liz! I hope you are doing better! it's me again! I have a question for you: which of the FW boys/girls would be the most (or not at all) into exhibitionism?

❤️ -Have you figured out who I am yet?

I have indeed figured out who this is….. 💖

we all know Xaden is on that list. the shower activities at Samara, and then in the assembly room…

gonna do a process of elimination here… Liam and Sawyer are too shy / respectful to potentially expose their partner like that. Imogen just doesn’t give me that vibe. once she has her person, they’re hers, period the end. Dain and Aaric have reputations to maintain and are rule followers, so not them either.

I’m tempted to toss Brennan in with them too. at Basgiath he’d absolutely be a rule follower since mom is basically the principal lmao but once he’s in Aretia… 👀 we all know how much I love the idea of him messing around with someone in the office that he totally has somewhere in Riorson House (which will be coming soon!!) however, I think he’d definitely put up a sound shield and lock the door, so there’s lower odds of getting caught. but he’d still bring it up in the moment, teasing you about any passerby being able to hear you, or someone coming in for revolution business and seeing you like this…

leaving us Garrick, Bodhi, Mira, and Ridoc.

Mira — see above note about Brennan at Basgiath. but once she’s graduated… isn’t it stated somewhere that she gets around a little bit? despite all her groaning about X/V’s pda, she’d probably be just as bad, if not worse. she doesn’t give a fuck who sees you with her. and she gives me very possessive vibes too…

Bodhi… he’s the true 50/50 here. you’re probably wondering why I didn’t include him with Liam and Sawyer about being too respectful. one reason. I headcanon him as being absolutely glued to his partner, like Xaden is with Vi. he’s absolutely whipped, and sometimes he gets so needy for you that he doesn’t think about who could see him backing you up against a wall in the middle of the hallway to make out. but I don’t think he’s getting off on the fact that people could see you.

now Garrick… Garrick is. not with Angel, of course. but otherwise, he doesn’t care who sees. he’d be the one to keep going if Xaden or someone walked in on you, and not make any effort to cover himself up. I could also see him messing around with you in the showers… picking you up and holding you against the wall, covering your mouth if someone walks in to cover up your little whimpers while he keeps fucking you like nothing’s happening.

Ridoc feels similar to Bodhi in that just-can’t-keep-his-hands-off-you way, and that clouds his judgement sometimes. but he gives me the vibe that he’s a little bit of a freak. see “hey roomie” for a full scene of this — but he also doesn’t care if you get walked in on by a friend. and if you were comfortable with it, said friend might be invited to watch or even to participate…

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🥹🥹🥹

This is too perfect! Every one of these is so accurate!

what would these boys be like as dads? who’s strict? who’s easygoing? who’s a spanking parent? who’s overprotective? so curious

I love this. they’d all be great dads and total dilfs

strict:

Dain. he considers himself easygoing compared to his father, but he’s still just a teeny bit uptight. so he’s staying in the strict category until we get more character development out of him. but he’s much kinder to his kids than his father was to him (I know we don’t know much about their relationship but I headcanon Aetos Sr. being a total wad, personally.)

Aaric seems to hold himself to a higher standard than the rest of his family (see his “tour of the kingdom” comment) and he’s iron squad’s new golden boy. he seems very disciplined to me. I can see that turning into him having high standards for his kids. especially if (when) he ends up ruling Navarre and they’re to be his successors. he’s a loving father, but he’s not raising spoiled brats.

easygoing:

Garrick seems very much the fantasy equivalent of “come home when the street lights come on” once the kids are older. lets them start training with swords once they’re ten or so. his kids can handle themselves, because he’s taught them to. he will still throw hands with anyone who harms them though. all of the boys would.

Ridoc owns this category. you know the meme of Chris Hemsworth holding his kid upside down by the ankle? that’s Ridoc. he always makes time to play with them when they’re little, because he’s a very fun-loving guy. they don’t have any problems opening up to him in their teens, because they know he’s going to be chill about whatever issues they have, and help them get through it one way or another.

I thought for a while about where to put Sawyer. but if we use my farm boy Sy headcanon, then he’d be pretty easygoing. country kids get up to all kinds of crazy stuff and they turn out fine — he did. I also see him having kids later in life than some of the others — he’d be more relaxed by then. especially since the continent is back at peace. (insert Anakin and Padmé meme here… the continent is at peace, right?)

overprotective:

Brennan. he’s got that parentified-eldest-daughter complex, and grew up taking care of Violet. so he’s definitely one to err on the side of caution. and he’s mending every single cut and scrape and skinned knee. you don’t need any bandaids in the house with him around.

I wanted to put Xaden in the easygoing category because he’s absolutely spoiling his kids, but we’ve all seen him with Violet — him with a kid that’s half her would be even worse, lmao. if he’s not watching them, then one of the family dragons is. he’s not afraid to square up on a kid either. not that his kids would ever be bullied — he’s taught them how to stand up for themselves. they’re little badasses.

Liam. I was torn between putting him in the easygoing category or here, because he’s a very positive, chill guy. but he’s half golden retriever, half guard dog. and there’s nothing more precious to guard than his family.

Bodhi is just such a sweetheart and is so genuinely worried about them at all times. especially when they’re tiny babies. he’d be scared to hold them at first, because what if he does it wrong… when they’re teens, they roll their eyes at his questions (who they’re gonna be with if they’re heading out, etc etc) but they know it’s because he cares — and if shit hits the fan, he’s gonna be their first phone call (metaphorically.)

none of these boys are raising hands to their kids. I won’t even consider it.

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Umm, exactly. 🥵

Hey! Love love love your stuff! Which of the guys if any would you think have a breeding kink 🤭?

ooh I love this one. like most kinks, there's a spectrum. in this case, assuming they're in an established relationship...

the whole fantasy birth control thing is super unclear to me so let's just assume they have the methods and materials that we do.

uninterested

Aaric... I'm still figuring him out, but based on one (1) comment he made in iron flame, I'm thinking... ace and/or demi Aaric? 👀 but I also think he's too practical and his head's on too straight to risk it. and there's probably mixed feelings in there about having kids.

Sawyer is another that's too practical. he gives me a slightly-paranoid vibe. even if you're using protection regularly, he's breathing a sigh of relief every time you tell him your cycle is here. (and then he's taking the best care of you of course).

I just don't get that vibe from Liam or Ridoc. Liam is practical but also really sweet and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable at all ever, so he's probably pulling out every time (and then cleaning it up himself.) Ridoc is probably less conscious about it, but I don't see him caring too much about where he finishes.

"just really likes to cum inside you"

you're asking, Liz, how did Dain not make the "head's on too straight" category? listen. this boy is so easily corruptible. he lives on the slippery slope, and once he gets a taste of what's outside the box he's put himself in, it's all over. it just feels so much better with nothing in the way, and you're taking the fertility suppressant, anyway. (how's that gonna work out for him... iykyk)

maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I'm putting Garrick here. it feels nice for both of you, no awkward timing issues, easy enough clean up. he'll never admit that he just really likes it for what it is. he's not sure why, either. maybe it's his possessiveness, wanting to stake his claim to you, or some male ego thing. there's no deeper meaning to it all, no... (and I totally don't have something like this drafted for him...)

"please let me father your children"

Bodhi. he's obsessed with you, and a sweet little baby that's half him and half you would be so cute... but you have to be strong and tell him not now, because you have a revolution to attend to, and also there's a gang of undead dark wizards on the loose. but someday.

Brennan. he's absolutely shameless about it. he's getting to a certain age, and with the ten (?) year age gap between him and Violet, he knows how to take care of a baby. and you'd look so pretty pregnant, and you'd be such a good mother... (I also totally don't have a scene like this written out for him and Duchess... hehe)

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Outsmarting him every time 😏

Violet: truth or dare Xaden: truth Violet: how many hours have you slept this week? Xaden: dare Violet: go to bed Xaden: i don't like this game