scorpioriesling

[scorpioriesling]

Hey! I'd like to request a Liam × female reader fic, where the reader is Liam's girlfriend and is jealous of Liam constantly being around Violet (Though reader's in the same squad as them and is friends with Violet!). In the meantime, she gets slighly closer to Ridoc, which makes Liam jealous, and it ends with Liam bitterly confronting her, her blowing up on him, and then them having a heart to heart. And some sweet intimacy to top it off!

I'm so swamped with work right now and feeling really tired, so I would love it if you could write this, but only if you feel up to it. Thanks so much, love your work!

King of My Heart

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Pairing(s): Liam x reader

Warning(s): angst

Summary: Dating Liam came with its challenges; the biggest one was the girl he was appointed to protect, and though you'd consider her a close friend, she wasn't you.

SR’s Note: Ugh this got so emo, damn! Lol I hope you enjoy all the same and it's what you wanted! Also a huge thank you to everyone who has submitted requests -- I try my best to work on them in order, but I am human too and work full time as well as living outside my computer. <3 I'll get to them all, each and everyone, and I appreciate your patience! xoxo

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"Has Liam asked you to the ball yet?"

You sighed as you walked next to Rhiannon, shaking your head slowly.

"No -- he's been so busy lately, so pre-occupied with helping Xaden and..."

"Violet?" She hedged, slowing her pace. You continued on, not looking up from the floor.

"Yeah, I mean that's one of the big reasons, but-"

"No," Rhiannon said, tugging on your arm and pointing ahead. "Violet!"

You looked up, noticing the silver-braided female approaching you. Trying to put on your best smile, you bared your teeth; though your heart broke just a tiny bit that Liam wasn't even with her.

"Hey guys!" She greeted cheerfully, her arms wrapped around a couple of books. "Headed to study hall?"

You stood there quiet as your thoughts took on a form of their own.

"The archives," Rhiannon responded, subtly nudging you. Your eyes met Violet's, and her friendly smile was enough to pull you from your stupor. "We've got research to do."

"I'll join you!" She declared, linking her elbows with yours and Rhi's. Rhiannon only shrugged, and the three of you headed off for the library, your swirling thoughts about your boyfriend subsiding for the time being.

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It was nearly eight o'clock when the three of you left the scribe quadrant. Violet and Rhi chatted over your newfound information; but you, however, couldn't help but think of how you hadn't seen Liam once today.

"Anyways gals," Violet said, as you approached her dorm. "I'll see you tomorrow at lunch?"

You nodded and Rhi saluted her a goodbye, and the two of you continued on down the hallway. When you approached your door, you sighed as you reached for the handle.

"Hey," Rhi paused, her hand resting on your shoulder. "Is everything alright?"

She studied your face, looking for any answers that might be hidden there. The ball of emotion had already begun to clog your throat; and it took everything in you to keep that emotion at bay.

"I'm fine," you promised, leaning against the door and wedging it open. She sighed, dropping her hand as you headed into your room.

"You know I'm always here for you," she said, giving you a caring smile. "I always am, always will be."

Her words are what got you through the night -- at least you had one person you could always count on.

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"Wait -- he really hasn't asked you yet?" Imogen asked, her look incredulous. You nodded, pushing peas and carrots around on your lunch tray. The pink-haired girl looked from you, to Rhiannon, to Violet and Ridoc and Sawyer, not quite believing it.

"That little shit," she breathed, sitting back in her chair. She ran a hand through the strands, letting out a frustrated sigh. "He's only got a week and a half until-"

"Yeah," you barked, your gaze still hanging low. "I know."

The table was quiet for a moment, before Ridoc spoke up.

"Say, Violet you spend a lot of time with the guy -- what's he been up to?"

Violet's eyes widened as everyone turned to look at her.

"I don't know, I swear," she said defensively, putting her hands up before her in surrender. "I only see him when Xaden tells him to hang around me, and I still can't even figure out why."

Imogen completely disreguards anything she says, picking up her fork and nibbling on the end of it.

"You know what you need to do?" She said, her voice lowering conspiratorially. She leans forward, her eyes locking on yours. "You need to make in jealous."

You rolled your eyes, dropping the forkfull of veggies you'd rounded up.

"I'm not doing that."

"Why not?" She pushed. "Maybe then he'd give you more of his attention. Ask you to the mid-year ball even, like I told him he should've done weeks ago."

You glanced down at your plate again, suddenly not hungry at all.

"Whatever this is that he's doing, it's not a level I'm comfortable playing at," you said, pushing back in your chair and rising. "If he wants to spend time with me, he would."

You turned sharply, preparing to make your exit when you smashed right into someone's chest. Your heart fluttered as you realized it was your boyfriend, standing right before you.

"Liam," you breathed, and the table fell silent. He grinned, taking your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You smiled, genuinely happy to see him -- and that's when you registered his backpack strapped to his back.

"What's going on today?" You asked, and he shrugged.

"Xaden asked me to help train this one here today," he said, tapping Violet on the shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled, though she appeared more uncomfortable than anything. Your heart faltered, and a small disapproving huff came out of you.

"Liam... it's Friday night," you whispered, and he stared blankly at you. "I haven't seen you all week? All month, really but..."

"But... Xaden asked me to do this," he said plainly, clearly not understanding what you were getting at. You folded your arms, staring crossly at him.

"Liam, our anniversary is next Tuesday. And the ball is the week after that, and-"

"And we can hang out then, right?" He smiled, reaching to coerse Violet from her chair. She stood, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. Your cross expression turned angry, and he furrowed his brow.

"What's all this about anyway?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused. You huffed a laugh, brushing past him with not another word. He watched you go, confused as he turned to the lunch table for any answers.

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That night you found yourself in the training arena, alone. You'd hoped that there was a sliver of a chance you might catch Liam on his way out -- but no such luck. You were too late.

You felt like you were always too late, recently.

You grunted as you pummeled the bag before you, instead working to drive your anger into punching instead of thinking. Crying out, you halted, falling to your knees and wrapping your fingers around your right knuckle.

"Woah! Woah!" Ridoc explaimed, rushing over to you. He had been so quiet, you hadn't even heard him come in; that or you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice. None the rather, he was here now, stooping to scoop you into his arms.

"What happened?" He asked, his fingers curling around your own. You fought back tears as the pain intensified, and he worked to unravel your clenched fist. In doing so, crimson leaked over your knuckles and down your wrist, the would burning against the open air.

"I... I don't know," you sobbed, the tears finally free-falling. Ridoc sighed, standing and lending you a hand. You took it in your uninjured one, staggering to your feet. His arm slipped beneath your waist, aiding in supporting you though it wasnt needed.

"R-Ridoc it's... it's okay, really," you assured him, though you didn't mind his helpful gesture. He looked sidelong at you, half walking half carrying you out of the gym.

"It's fine; I'm always ready to help a friend in need."

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Ridoc's room was quiet in a way you would not have expected. His dark blue sheets matched his dark gray walls, and it was quite clean for such a rambunctous boy. The two of you sat atop his bed now, stitches intact as he wrapped your hand gently.

You peered up at him, noting the way his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You asked, and he immediately looked up at you.

"Do what?"

"The stitches," you explained. "It's not common for riders to know how to mend like this."

He chuckled, sighing before securing the wrap around your hand.

"Well, my father taught me the importance of landing a sturdy stitch long before I arrived at Basgiath -- he used to help a lot with small needlework projects at home, and I suppose the skill has aided me more than a few times." He paused, a serious look coming over his face. "But, don;t you dare go thinking I enjoy it... I. Hate. Sewing."

You laughed at this, your chest rumbling with the sound. Your cheer brought a smile to Ridoc's face, and he reached up to boop your nose.

"Ahh, there she is!" He beamed, leaning back onto his hands. "I've missed that smile."

Your laughter died out, and you were left feeling dejected once more. He was right; you couldn't recall the last time you'd genuinely laughed, let alone smiled with any of your squadmates.

When you looked up, your eyes met his. Gone was the joy ever present on his face, now replaced with a look of concern.

"So... are you okay? Truly?" He asked, leaning toward you. You bit your lip to keep the tears from coming, but it didn't work.

"I'm... I don't think so," you whispered, a single tear falling from your eye. You sniffled, working up the courage to say what you had held in for so long.

"I just feel like... every day, Liam pulls farther and farther away from me. I understand he's "assigned" to Violet, or whatever -- but the whole thing is positively unfair. He spends nearly every waking moment with her, they share gym time and meals with one another; I'm surprised he'd even be interested in me at all at this point."

Your tone went sour near the end, your speech ending on a bitter note. Ridoc shook his head, taking both of your hands in his.

"No, Y/N, you can't let yourself think that!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "You're a special girl, and a fantastic edition to our squad; you've become a great friend to all of us, and if Liam is too preoccupied to see that, well..." he trailed off. You stared at him, tears silently falling as your heart warmed at his words. He gave you a sad smile, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles as the two of you sat, simply enjoying each other's company amidst the quiet.

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Monday crept up on you, that was for sure. You'd spent practically the entire weekend in your room, not catching a glimpse of your boyfriend all the while nursing your broken knuckles back to health.

What made it worse was when you did finally see him. Battle brief was never fun, but it being the first class in the morning made things even worse.

He strode in, walking alongside Violet (of course) as they decended the stairs, searching for a seat. Rhiannon waved from your right, and VIolet instantly brightened at the sight of the two of you. Her and Liam filed in, taking their spots beside you.

"Hi sweetheart," Liam greeted, leaning behind Violet to give your shoulder a soft touch. You reciprocated with a saccharine smile; a weekend brooding alone in your room would do that to a girl. He slowly drew his hand back, and Violet looked between the two of you.

"Oh my gosh -- I'm so stupid," she said, rising from her seat. "Here, Liam, you sit by your girlfriend -- I'll sit on the end of the row."

"Oh, you don't have to-"

You began to protest, but the switcharoo was already in motion. Liam settled in beside you, his smile falling slightly when you sighed and folded your arms. He leaned in to say something, but stopped when Ridoc approached in the row in front of you.

"Y/N! Hey!" He said, way too cheerfully for a Monday morning. You couldn't help but smile, his giddyness contagious as ever. Liam's face fell even more as he watched Ridoc extend your gym bag to you, and how you responded to the gesture.

"My bag! Oh my Gods... I just have left it in the gym Friday," you realized, and Ridoc simply shrugged.

"Yeah, I figured you might need it back for training this week," he said, his smile softening. You looked to him genuinely.

"Thank you," you said, and Ridoc shook his curls as if it were no big deal.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, motioning to your hand. You glanced at it, and so did Liam, not entirely understanding what was happening.

"Oh! Yes, just fine -- you did a fantastic job," you commented, tossing him a wink. Ridoc nodded in approval at that.

"If you ever need more, you know where to find me!"

He turned his attention to Rhiannon, who was inquiring about Gods know what. Liam however, shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his usual golden retreiver energy shifting into something far less friendly. You glanced sidelong at him, wondering why he was suddenly so tense.

"What?" You asked, eyeing him. His brows narrowed as he kept his gaze straight ahead, not even turning to look at you. You huffed and set your bag at your feet, folding your arms as you mirrored his stance.

"We'll discuss it later."

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Apparently to boys like Liam, "later" meant nearly midnight. You fought sleep trying to stay awake, waiting as each passing minute felt like another hour. Surely, he was finishing up whatever he was doing with Violet, as always. For him, she would always come first.

It was a concept you could not, and would not be able to accept.

When he finally came in, nearly 11:45 at this point, your head snapped in his direction. He was breathing heavy as he entered, striding right for your bed and moving to unlace his boots. You paused him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't," you said, and his face turned toward you. "This won't take long."

He rose slowly, his expression falling as he placed his hands on his hips.

"You're right," he said softly. "It won't."

You squared your shoulders, gazing up at him. Even in his tall, masculine frame, he appeared soft. The way his blonde hair fell loosely over his forehead, his blue eyes rounded -- it was one of the reasons you loved him most.

"First," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Ridoc? Really?"

You frowned, not expecting that to be the topic of conversation.

"What about him?"

"What happened the other night," he said, asking though it came out more as a demand. "What happened that he did a "fantastic job" on, hm? What happened that he had your gym bag, the entire weekend?" He took a single step closer to you. "You know where to find me? What's that supposed to mean?"

You let out a humorless laugh, honestly finding it funny how clueless he was.

"Liam, I went to the gym Friday night hoping I'd find you. But no, you were off somewhere with Violet again-"

"That's literally my job," he interrupted defensively. "It's not her fault I have to be with her every damned day-"

"Oh, so what, we're defending Violet now?" You asked, shaking your head. His gaze narrowed even harder.

"No! I'm just saying you blaming her for any of this is rediculous; meanwhile, you're out and about with Ridoc Gamlyn of all people-"

"Of all people? Really?" You asked, fixing him with an unamused stare.

He huffed, beginning to pace. "Yes, of all people! Are you so blind to tell me that, after all this time, you haven't caught on to how much he likes you?"

Now that was something that made you laugh.

"You're rediculous, Liam Mairi -- Ridoc and I, we, aren't like that," you explained, trying to find the right words. "I hurt myself on the punching bag, and luckily he showed up at the right moment and helped me. It was just a few stitches, it wasn't anything-"

"Wait wait wait. Hold up." Liam raised both hands, looking to the floor before meeting your eye. "You're telling me he stitched you? Why didn't he just bring you to a mender?"

You huffed in exasperation. "I don't know, Liam! He knows how to sew, and was there in that moment to help me, so I let him," you said, your words pointed. "He was there for me, and you weren't; you never are anymore, you're too busy playing not-boyfriend for Violet."

He glared at you, his arms flinging wide.

"For the last damned time, it's my JOB!"

Your eyes widened as you stared at him. His chest heaved, and so did yours; you'd never heard him raise his voice like that before. In that moment, you realized one of two things; that no matter what, Violet and Liam's duty to Xaden would always come before you.

The other? That you were madly in love, and despite the constant heartbreak, you'd never be able to change that.

You glanced at the clock, realizing the time had gone. It read 12:04 am, and all you could do was sigh. Liam looked at you apologetically, his eyes wide as he realized what his actions likely had cost him.

"Happy anniversary," you mumbled venomously, wrapping your arms around yourself and avoiding his gaze.

"Get out."

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The entire rest of the week was Hell. Your friends tried to cheer you up, really they did -- but nothing worked. Not one of Ridoc's jokes landed, going out to town with Rhi failed to lift your spirits, and Violet's absense only solidified what you knew to be true.

He was with her. And you would always come second.

By Saturday, Basgiath had turned into an all-out war-zone; not literally, anyway. Cadets argued over decorations, classes were let out early, and squads worked together to ready the college for the ball happening in one week's time.

You sighed as you approached your squad, deciding not to spend the evening in your room again. Ridoc's eyes lit up as you approached; but Violet was quick to stop you.

"Y/N! Come to help?" He asked, but Violet turned her gaze on you. It was shocking, seeing her without her protector -- his absence actually made you a bit uneasy.

"No, she was just leaving. Going back to her dorm."

Ridoc frowned at Violet's command -- adn honestly, so did you.

"So what, Liam isn't here anymore and you feel all high-and-mighty enough to order me around?" You fired back, folding your arms across your chest. Violet sighed, stepping closer to you and lowering her voice.

"Look, I know the situation isn't ideal-"

"You've practically stolen my boyfriend," you glared. "And now because of that, I don't even know if I can call him that anymore."

"Y/N, please." She held up two hands in surrender. "I talked to Xaden earlier this week. He's loosened the reigns a little, so Liam will have more time to spend with you."

You sighed, looking to the ground as you fought for something to say. Violet laid a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you met her gaze.

"You're my friend, Y/N -- I know it's confusing, as we've been trying to get you out of that room all week. Just..." she trailed off. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, giving her the benefit of the doubt.

"Fine. But whatever you have planned, whatever you guys have there waiting for me -- it better be worth it."

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It felt strange, standing before your own door and fighting the urge to knock. You could simply just go in, it was your dorm -- but you were sure that whatever your friends had planned, was going to be nothing short of a big surprise.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked softly before opening the door. As you cleared the doorway, your breath caught in your throat as a million tiny tealight candles came into view. Your carpet was covered in red -- rose petals, you realized, as you walked in closer. In the middle of the room Liam stood, his back to you as he ran a stressed hand through his hair.

Tears pricked the backs of your eyes at the sight of him, the last words you'd exchanged still replaying in your mind. You cleared your throat to announce your presence; the sound making Liam whip around immediately.

"Hi," you said meekly, trying to keep your voice from wavering. He sighed, relieved before smiling at you, his eyes lined with unshed tears. He crossed the room at once, dropping the bouquet of roses he'd been holding in favor of scooping you up into his arms. You wrapped yours around his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally allowed the tears to fall. Your body shuddered against him, which only made him cling to you tighter, his grip so familiar and firm.

When you finally did pull back to look up at him, he was smiling softly down at you. A tear fell from his eye, and you were quick to brush it away as your own continued to fall.

"Liam... what is all this?" You asked, your voice raw. He tugged you closer, his lips inches from yours.

"It's for you," he admitted, emotion clogging his throat. "I had this planned for Tuesday, but with our fight and the way I fucked up everything-"

"Hey," you cooed, your hand resting lightly against his cheek. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that either. I was in the wrong too."

"No, you weren't," he assured. "I should've realized how asenine Xaden's request had become, how little time I was putting toward you. I love you, Y/N, and I think loosing you even for a few days might be the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

Your bottom lip qiuvered as you listened to his admission.

"I talked to him, Y/N, I really did -- he's agreed to loosen the reigns a little," he nodded, praying to God it would bring some light to your eyes. You nodded, leaning your forehead against his. His fingers slid up, tangling in your hair as the two of you shared breath.

"Liam... I love you too," you responded, which had him huffing a short laugh. His thumbs wiped your tears away, stroking your cheeks as he guided you to your bed. He sat first, leaning up against your headboard and tugging you close. You obliged, crawling up next to him and curling into his side. His arm wrapped around you, stroking the top of your head lightly as your arm draped across his waist.

"Hey," he said, his thumb and pointer finger tilting your chin up to look at him. Your eyes widened in question, waiting to hear what he'd say next.

"I want you to come with me to the ball next week," he said, his cheeks pinkening at the silly question. "Will you please come with me?"

A fresh wave of tears blanketed your stare as you nodded.

"Yes," you said, your voice cracking. "A million times, yes."

He smiled, wiping at his own eyes before pulling you close, and pressing his lips to yours. It was rare, intimate moments like these that grew the love between the two of you -- and this time seemed no different.

"Let's please never fight again," he asked, his fingers brushing your cheek. You laid your head on his chest, sighing as you closed your eyes.

"Never again."

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[scorpioriesling]

Temptation Island - Episode 4

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Ridoc, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick x reader

Warning(s): hinting at smut

Summary: Four couples come to Temptation Island to test the strenght of their relationships -- relationships built on rocky foundations, that is. Will these couples survive? Will these individuals be tempted during their stay on the island, or stay true to their partners? Only readers decide -- find out what happens next in this juicy, dramatic series!

SR’s Note: You guys did Brennan DIRTY ASF lmaoooooo. Have we all forgotten the heart-shaped pineapple?! I'm only kidding, one person had to leave... to make "room". (;

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Episode 3

It had been only a few days since your date with Garrick, and since then he has seemed... distant.

For example; the morning following the dates, Cat and Liam entertained the lot of the guys with their re-telling. It was nice to see Cat laughing, genuinely laughing -- but, it stung a little as you recalled the other night when Liam visited you in your room.

Sloane on the other hand, sat nearly in Bodhi's lap. You were stunned sure, but mostly supportive of her being with any of these males over her shitty current boyfriend. You observed Dain from across the way, noting the daggers he was glaring into the side of Bodhi's head.

Even Violet was sitting next to Xaden, sharing silence as the two of them ate.

You on the other hand... well, you sat alone at the bar that morning. You enjoyed your breakfast in silence, listening to the stories from the others while wondering where Garrick could be.

Was the kiss really that bad? He seemed into it at the time, but maybe it was all for show. You already felt rotten over the whole thing to begin with, as you did cross a boundary that both you and Drake had set; but still, you couldn't get the idea of his mouth out of your mind.

And now, it'd been three days. And you hated the way you still thought so much about it.

"Mind if I join you?"

You turned, sloshing pool water as your gaze focused on Ridoc. He waded through the chest-high water, two margaritas in his hands. He flashed you a warm smile, and well... you couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Absolutely not; I don't own the pool anyway."

He chuckled, wading up alongside you. He set down the drinks, and you watched as his fingers slid from the glass. You hadn't noticed before, but they were really nice. Strong, long digits beautifully tanned from the island sun. You almost wondered how they'd feel-

"Something on your mind?" He asked innocently. You swallowed, picking up the drink and taking a big swig. He raised an eyebrow as he watched, smiling mostly to himself.

When you finally set the glass back down, you looked at him rather sheepishly.

"Is it that obvious?"

He chuckled again, downing half his own drink and moving closer to you. He lowered in water until it was near his chin, which made you smile as he gazed up at you.

"Well, you've barely spoken in three days. We missed you at the glow stick party the other night, and nobody's heard anything since the last date."

Your brows furrowed. You had missed the glow stick party -- that was the one morning Garrick hadn't shown at breakfast, and you turned in early.

"He hasn't said anything?" You asked, hoping to not come off so eager. Ridoc shrugged, rippling the water around him.

"Nah, not to any of the guys anyway." He said, then tilted his head in thought. "Although, I did see him talking with Cat earlier today."

He paused, and you stilled as a million thoughts raced through your head.

"Come to think of it, he was hanging around Violet for most of the night at the glow stick thing."

Your blood boiled. How could you be so stupid not to see this coming? Of course he'd want to talk with the other girls; they were there, and you weren't. It was just one date anyway, it wasn't like the two of you confessed your love for one another or anything.

Still... the idea of him with Cat, or Violet for that matter -- it made your skin crawl.

"You seem tense... uh, here, I have something to help you, if you want it?"

You turned your gaze to Ridoc again as he rose from the water. He extended a hand, and you took it. He pulled you close to his chest, dipping to wrap an arm beneath your knees.

"Woah-!"

"Shhh, don't worry," he promised, gently lowering you into the water. You froze as the cool liquid engulfed you, and curled closer to Ridoc's chest.

He laughed, starting to straighten his arms. "While I love the idea of you laying up on me," he paused, glancing down at you. "This exercise works best if you straighten yourself out."

You slowly moved in the way he instructed, lengthening your spine as his hold on you changed. He now pulled you close, his hands beneath the small of your back as the water did most of the work. You understood now what his goal was, and you squinted as you peered up at him.

"Ahhh... floating," you said, and he grinned.

"I always find it easier to express things when I'm in more of a calm state," he said, showing a wise face. You giggled, disturbing the water around you before straightening again to stay afloat.

"You don't really seem like you have a roblem expressing anything... ever," you said, playfulness in your tone. In an instant your vision was shaded, the blinding sun overhead blocked out as Ridoc's hand cupped the air above you. He towered over you, guiding you slowly through the water as his sun-blocking technique allowed you to look up at him more clearly.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the reflection of the water, but... you hadn't seen this side of him yet. The soft side, perhaps. He was surely the most outgoing of the group, always genine and ready to give a good laugh; but in this moment, he was different.

"So, you wanna tell me about the body painting date?"

You sighed, recalling the date in detail. You explained the different gels and mud masks, how each one represented a different thing. When you got to the end, beneath the waterfall, Ridoc's eyebrows rose.

"Shit... so you really kissed him, then?"

You scoffed, furrowing your eyebrows.

"What, is that so unbelieveable?"

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head slowly.

"Nah, nah... just kinda hoped I'd be the first one to do it."

Your cheeks flushed, and you averted your eyes. Your new focal point was no help, as you turned your gaze to focus on Ridoc's abdomen. His skin looked soft as the water beads clung to it, and warm from the island heat. Even when he wasn't flexing, you could still see every muscle hidden within, which only made you blush more.

He chuckled, which brought your attention back to his face. He had obviously noticed you checking him out, and wasn't embarassed by it. You inhaled quickly, trying to regain your thoughts.

"Why me?"

He paused, the water sloshing as his slow guided movements came to a halt. He got this serious look on his face, and you couldn't say you quite liked it.

"Why not you?" Is all he said, gazing right down into your eyes. In your periphery, you noticed the concrete ledge approaching as he drug you back to your original spot. Your margarita was sweating now, practically begging to be drank.

He stood you up once more, guiding you to your feet. You regained balance, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you did. Once you'd regained your balance though, you found yourself staring up into his eyes again. You mentally kicked yourself for not realizing sooner how beautiful he was.

"Why not," you agreed, wrapping your fingers around your glass once more. "Right?"

You took a very, long, drink.

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Bonfire night had come once again.

You did enjoy the routine you'd begun; just you and the girls, gathering in one room to get ready together as opposed to using your own vanities. It was the kind of thing that warmed your heart, the genuine sense of friendship; and hearing them discuss what we may all see brought you comfort in knowing you were not alone.

What you didn't enjoy as much was the event itself.

"Ladies, welcome again!" Mark greeted, appearing rather excited to see you all again. He'd met with you all the morning after your first date, telling you that you'd all need to agree on one male to send home by the end of the week. With tomorrow being Saturday, you were sure he'd reiterate his point tonight.

"You all look lovely; please, find your seats," he urged, and you all sat in the same spots as last time. He talked with you for a few minutes about your dates, and most of the girls seemed rather satisfied with their one-on-ones... that was, until it became yoru turn.

"Y/N! Tell me, how did the date go with Garrick?"

You straightened, squaring your shoulders as all eyes turned to you.

"It was great," you piped up, filling Mark in on your version of how the date went. He nodded in approval, and all eyebrows rose when you mentioned the kiss.

"You guys kissed?!" Sloane squealed, and Cat side-eyed you with a knowing glance. You felt your cheeks pinken in embarassment, but Mark appeared completely elated.

"That's wonderful! What a great first step in forming new connections," he declared, pointing to the other girls. "Maybe Y/N here will inspire the three of you moving forward?"

Violet shrugged quietly, and Sloane crossed her arms.

"Maybe -- depends on what I see tonight at this bonfire."

Mark shrugged, motioning to the screen below.

"Alright then, Sloane; let's start with Jack."

Everyone watched, eyes growing wide at the sight of Jack's lack of faith to his girlfriend. First, he's seen heatedly making out with Nadine; then, Imogen. Finally, he was seated in a chair, relishing the way Aura? Maybe? grinded atop his lap.

Sloane simply shook her head, disbelief coloring her cheeks.

"Childish." She said, unable to elaborate. "Simply childish."

You were next, forced to watch more of Drake's gross cheating. He was again with the same girl, this time playing songs on his guitar to her and taking her to his room, which was concerning. They made out in his bed a bit, which caused your pulse to skyrocket. How could he do this? Wasn't he aware that he was still in a relationship?

Your anger turned fury as the two walked hand in hand to his bathroom. No video was recorded as there were no cameras in his bathroom... but there was sound recording.

Cat's head whipped to you at the sound of the first moan. Mira cried out, her voice muffled against the sound of the running shower and wet slapping coming from behind the door.

"I've seen enough," you said, glaring at the screen. Sex? Really? Was everything now on the table then?

"I'm... so sorry you had to see that." Mark said apologetically. You shook your head, pursing your lips.

"Can't even say I'm shocked," you muttered, and Sloane reached over to give your shoulder a squeeze. You took the tough comfortingly, but could only shake your head at the footage revealed.

Cat went next, hers the shortest and most boring of anyone. Traeger was like a saint, mostly talking to the other women about Cat herself. She should be quite pleased with her man, then.

But the worst of all, had to be Violet's footage.

First, Halden seemed to go around kissing girls; then footage rolled from his second date with Syrena, where he got a bit handsy. But the kicker? That had to be when he brought both Syrena and Rhiannon into his bathroom, and yet again... the group was graced with wet, slapping sounds.

Violet sat still as a statue, tears welling in her rounded eyes. Cat leaned in to hug her, but the silver-haired woman didn't move.

"Violet... I-"

"I have nothing to say," she said, quietly interrupting Mark. He nodded and granted her some grace, not wanting to push her after what she just saw. The circle went quiet for a few minutes, until Mark cleared his throat once more.

"I hope that, though disturbing, you all gained insight from the footage tonight," Mark said, rising and propting everyone to do the same. "We'll have another meeting later next week; but before then, there will be a few changes to the house, as well as another date with each of you."

You all nodded wordlessly, still too stunned by what you just saw to speak.

"Tomorrow morning I'll be asking you to eliminate one man from the villa -- and you'll be asked on Sunday who you'd choose for your third dates," he explained, clasping his hands before his chest. "I suggest you all get some good rest tonight -- tomorrow will be a long, likely emotional day."

Great. Just what the four of you needed after a night like tonight.

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Apparently, the boys knew exactly what you needed after a night like tonight -- a calm, relaxing, smores-making bonfire.

You had to admit, you were cheered up when you got back to the villa and caught sight of the seven shirtless males outside by the pool, roasting sticks and sweets between their fingers. They all cheered as you filed in, and granted you the prime lounging seats outside.

Opting to sit by Sloane, you were grateful for her talkativity; she was explaining the events of the bonfire to the few guys surrounding her. You nodded along, noting everything she said to be true. But, it wasn't long until she was whisked away in favor of making a smore, and you were once again, alone.

But, not for long.

"How did it go tonight?" Liam asked, his voice soft as he approached from behind you. You sighed, shaking your head as he sat near the end of your seat.

"Honestly, no better than I expected," you said, rubbing a hand over your face. He extended a solo cup to you, and you gave him a small smile as you registered the daquiri inside of it. The two of you were quiet for a moment, and you found yourself drowinging in your thoughts once more. Was Drake really so unconfident in you that he felt the need to bring Mira into his life? Did he even love you anymore?

And more frighteningly, what was he seeing on his end?

In that moment, as you guzzled the rest of your daquiri, you decided you didn't really care what he saw. The kiss with Garrick? You hoped it made him jealous. But again, that was really all you'd done wrong so far; and Drake had done much worse.

"Come here," you urged Liam, and his eyes widened. You moved to make room behind you on the seat, and Liam took the hint. He snuggled in behind you, his strong arms winding around your waist as he held you close to his chest. You sighed, finally feeling at peace with yourself -- at least for that moment.

"You should never let another person, especially someone as thick-headed as Drake take up so much space in this pretty little head," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as his delicate fingers threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling in time with yours as you rest against him. After about a half hour and two drinks more... the alcohol started to get to you.

You stood, telling Liam your wishes to make a smore; and with only a hint of disappointment, he let you go. You stumbled only once on your way toward the fire, blinking as you took in every person standing around it. First was Bodhi, and next to him Xaden; then Brennan, Ridoc, and... Garrick.

It took effort to walk up with as much confidence as you could muster, and when you did, nearly all eyes turned to you.

"Y/N! Hey," Bodhi greeted, tossing a playful arm around you. The weight of it bent your knees a little, and he laughed.

"Feelin' alright?"

You gazed up at him, your vision blurry as you gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster.

"Mhm," you mumbled, painfully aware of Garrick's hard stare. You made a show of draping yourself over Ridoc's shoulder, which drew an excited gasp as he turned the marshmellow over in on his stick.

"Hi again," he greeted, amusement evident in his voice. You grinned, widening your eyes as you looked up at him.

"Hi... can you, make me one?" You asked, pointing haphazardly at his marshmellow. He chuckled, pulling it from the flames and blowing once on it. You grinned as he plucked it from the stick, raising it before your eyes.

"Here, you can have mine -- do you want chocolate on it? Or-"

You surprised him by opening your mouth, your lips closing around the puffy white delicacy. His eyes went wide as a few others gasped around you, watching the way you took his one palm in both of your hands. Holding him still, you slowly sucked the fluff off his fingers, pretending not to notice Garrick's growing irritation.

When you finally let go, the two of you stared at one another. He looked shocked, but you aimed to look nothing short of sultry (not that it worked out too well, you were drunk anyways). Xaden quickly departed from the group, and the semicircle quieted as Cat approached.

She yawned, shretching her arms and gaining the full attention of Bodhi. Ridoc and Garrick however, continued looking right at you.

"Oh, sheesh guys, it's so late... I'll probably turn in soon," she announced, her words slurring only a little. Your world tilted as she spoke, the sound registering though you ocntinued looking at Ridoc. Bodhi said something about walking her to her room, and Brennan agreed with heading to bed.

"I can... help you to your room, if you like?" Ridoc said, breaking from his trance. You shook your head, giggling as you leaned in.

"No, no, I'm okay; but I wanted to thank you for today," you spoke up, annunciating so anyone else standing around could hear. "I've just been feeling so many things, it's nice to have someone who cares so much about me to pay me attention and give me grace."

Ridoc beamed, his hands quickly catching as you stumbled yet again. With his hands on your waist, your bodies so close... it was like no one else in the world existed in that moment.

You leaned in, blinking slowly as his lips drew closer.

"Why not, right?" You whispered, recalling his sentiment from earlier. He smirked, just before closing the gap between the two of you.

"Why not."

✧･ﾟ: *

The sun was far too bright and the morning was far too early, which only made your hangover that much worse.

You sat with the other girls on the bench by the cabana, the boys lined up in front of you just as they had been the very first day. But, today would be much different; Mark said so himself.

"Good morning everyone. Ladies," he gave you all a pointed look. "This morning is the morning you'll have to make a difficult decision. I've asked that you produce one name to eliminate from the island... and that being said, I'll ask for said name now."

Cat turned to look at you, but you could only look at the ground. Sloane yawked, looking anywhere but the guys which left it to Vioelt to speak up.

"We've chosen... Brennan," she said, and all eyes focused on him. She winced, her face apologetic as he took the elimination in stride. "I'm so sorry."

Brennan shook his head, glancing between the lot of you.

"No! No, I get it," he chuckled, holding up his hands in defense. "We're simply here to tempt, and I didn't make a deep enough connection."

Mark sighed, glancing toward the villa.

"Brennan, we'll ask you to gather your things, say your goodbyes, and exit the island."

Brennan nodded, clapping a few of the others on the backs. The sharp sounds only worsened your headache, and you forced a polite wave as he bid you all goodbye. It was sad, seeing him go -- he had given you a heart shaped pineapple slice, after all.

"But... onto better news," Mark regained the attention of the group. "With Brennan's departure, I'd like to treat you ladies before you go on your next dates. I won't require you choose someone new this time, but I would reccommend it."

His gaze shifted behind you, and you fought the urge to turn and look.

"I'll be asking for your new dates tomorrow, which makes tonight so important. But first... allow me introduce you to the newest temptation entering the villa."

The four of you turned simultaneously, and your eyes widened.

Striding down the boardwalk, was quite possibly one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen.

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[scorpioriesling]

Temptation Island - Episode 3

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Ridoc, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: Four couples come to Temptation Island to test the strenght of their relationships -- relationships built on rocky foundations, that is. Will these couples survive? Will these individuals be tempted during their stay on the island, or stay true to their partners? Only readers decide -- find out what happens next in this juicy, dramatic series!

SR’s Note: You all made it VERY CLEAR who should be going on this next date with Y/N... but before we can enjoy that, we must brave the bonfire. (OH no!) Good luck readers -- can't wait to see what you decide next!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @luvly-writer @whyucloudingmymind @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @woollybread786 @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @fiahtheteaaddict @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans @emmiwolfsworld (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Episode 2

You'd only been on the island a few days, but one thing you prided yourself on was your ability to adapt. Sure, living in a villa full of boys was not a simple adjustment -- but, you adapted. Only being able to talk to three other girls during your stay? Adapted. Even going without seeing your boyfriend... well, that one was hard. But still, you adapted.

What you were not ready to adapt to was the bonfire, however.

By eight o'clock, the sun had begun to sink toward the horizon just beyond the ocean tides. You walked along Violet, Cat and Sloane -- the usual chit and chatter lone gone as you took step after step toward impending doom. You were sure the other girls felt it too, jusging by their gazes which were aimed directly at the ground.

Mark however, was not feeling as nervous as the rest of you. He'd already had the bonfire with the guys, so he was stowing away some knowledge you were sure. Nonetheless, he greeted you with nothing but a welcoming smile.

"Ladies!" He said, waving you all over. "Please, find any seat you'd like and make yourselves comfortable."

You all trailed in, one by one and chose a spot on the bamboo benches. Before you sat a roaring fire, its flames licking up at the night sky. Mark sat on the other side, adjusting his position in his own chair so he could see the lot of you. Cat fidgeted with one of her sundress straps, and Sloane nervously toyed with the end of her braid. Violet however, as usual, remained utterly calm.

"Welcome to your first bonfire!" He said excitedly, throwing his arms wide. "Are you nervous?"

You chuckled and Sloane smirked, but surprisingly Cat spoke up.

"To find out what my boyfriend has or hasn't done? Yeah, I'd say I'm nervous -- can't speak for the rest of you," she said looking around. It was quiet for a moment before you were shocked once more by the sound of Violet's voice.

"I just want to know the truth... and know where I stand." She said, keeping her cool. Mark nodded, clearly pleased with that response.

"Very well said, Violet -- so, let's view the footage, shall we? Sloane, we'll start with you tonight; here are the highlights from Jack's first few days on the island."

Sloane's spine straightened as she watched the screen just before the fire come to life, rolling various clips of Jack. The first few were innocent enough; he cheersed with a few women (though, disturbingly, they all wore lingerie), there were shots from their hula dance group date, and then... well, he began toeing the line. Clips played of him with the girl you recognized from the first day, laughing and sitting together during breakfast. He was heard talking with the purple-haired woman about Sloane herself, blatantly bashing her in a way you knew was untrue.

After a few more damning clips, the screen went black. Sloane shook her head slowly, her eyes meeting Mark's.

"I just... I don't even know what to think," she stuttered, bressing her hands to her cheeks. "He has these like, bitch-boy tendencies where he completely disreguards me or my feelings, and here is the proof; not even a week on the island yet and he seems to have forgotten he still has a girlfriend."

Mark sighed as he debated his response.

"It's always a fine line we walk, right, when making new connections but still holding on to old ones?"

Sloane nodded, eating up his every word.

"Sometimes, you have to consider where you fall in all of this; is it worth holding on to, or is it a connection that needs severing?"

The group was quiet as a few girls snuck peeks at Sloane, who still sat in disbelief. When Mark spoke next, it was to announce Cat's turn. She straightened her shoulders when Traeger came into view, but didn't watch for long. He had less than half of the footage Jack did, and as Mark put it, he must be doing something right then, right?

After Cat, it was you. You sucked in a breath as Mark rolled the footage, and soon Drake's face appeared on screen. He was twirling someone around -- a half-naked someone, that is -- before grabbing her and tossing her in the pool. He followed soon after, laughing and swimming up next to the girl. Your heart sank as you recalled her name; Mira. She'd been interested in her since day one, and you knew how he loved getting attention.

More scenes played before you, and you felt your cheeks growing warmer as you watched. Drake and Mira were seen cuddling in a hammock together, sharing a dance on their first group date, and so much more. Your heart began to sink, and you tried to recognize the feeling. Was it sadness? Not exactly.

"How are we feeling after that?"

Your gaze shot up at Mark, registering the question finally. The screen had long gone dark, and you must have zoned out while getting into your own throughts.

"I... I want to say I feel sad?" You hedge, but then furrow your brows. "I feel sad because I'm embarassed by this, but... I almost feel like I expected this."

Mark rose his eyebrows.

"You expected it?"

"Well, I mean, yeah," you chuckled humorlessly. "You put someone who's already dying for attention 24/7 in a house with lingerie-clad women for a few days, surely he's going to act this way."

Mark nodded slowly, trying to decide the best way to answer the thought.

"But... does that make it okay? In your eyes?"

Now you rose your eyebrows.

"Okay? Hell no -- Drake being able to act like this and continually receive forgiveness isn't okay. He gets away with a lot, and clearly he's making new connections, but..." You shrugged. Mark leaned forward in his chair.

"But...? Maybe if he's acting out this way, it brings attention to something he is seeking. Wanting in a partner, that maybe you're not on board to give. And that's okay! This retreat is all about figuring ourselves out right? Combined with making new connections... maybe you'll find the missing piece in him you didn't know you didn't have."

You leaned back, taking in Mark's words. You knew he was right, hard as it was to admit -- but maybe you were supposed to find what you needed here. Maybe someone here had something to provide that you hadn't realized was even lacking.

Violet's video followed, and though it was shocking, she looked unimpressed. Of course, Halden had quite the spread of women fawning over him; and though his actions bordered on cheating, Violet simply shook her head as though it didn't bother her.

Boy did she have a long way to go.

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Mark's words stuck with you as you readied yourself for bed that night, brushing out your freshly-washed locks. You hated that you knew he was right, wishing he wouldn't give you the best advice you'd heard to date; but, that wasn't how it worked. You came here to work on your relationship, your sense of self, and as Mark put it -- find the thing you didn't even realize what was lacking.

Even if it meant finding it in someone else.

The soft knock at your door had you jumping in surprise, the brush stilling as it glided halfway through a strand of hair. You set it on your nightstand, quickly tucking yourself halfway beneath the blankets to conceal your lower half. Whoever it was surely didn't need to know you slept in only undies and an oversized tee.

"Come in!"

As Liam peeked his head in, your shoulders relaxed. He slid himself through the opening, shutting the door softly behind him as you gave him a welcoming smile. He was quick to approach your bedside, and you swallowed thickly as you took in his appearance. His disheveled blonde hair, dampened with the remnants of sea salt and oceanwater. His skin was tanned, as though he'd been out in the sun all day -- tan from his cheekbones, over his muscled shoulders, and down over his exposed abs-

"Can I sit?" He asked politely, gesturing to your bed. You nodded eagerly, and the bed dipped a bit as he sank into it with a sigh. His blue eyes met yours quickly, the gaze both interested and full of something else altogether.

"What's up?" You asked, trying to play it cool. Liam gave you a sad smile, scratching nervously at the back of his neck.

"I just... wanted to check on you," he said softly, looking down at the patterns on your quilt before continuing. "I can imagine that the bonfires can be pretty intense, and I figured this might be a lot for you to shoulder, that's all."

Your heart melted at his words. He came up here, just to check on you? Of all the girls, Liam wanted to make sure you were doing well? You nearly couldn't believe someone you'd known so short of time could care so much.

"Oh! Wow, Liam, that's... that's actually really sweet, thank you." You said with a little grin of your own. He leaned back, balancing himself on an outstretched palm. The lamp light refracted and bounced off his bicep, reflecting on the panes of his face nicely. To say the surge of energy that shot through you was unwelcome would be an understatement -- but a statement nonetheless.

"So, are you?" He asked gently. His eyes met yours again as he leaned closer, and you found your shoulders relaxing little by little. You sighed, debating your answer and how far you wanted to get into this right now.

"I mean, yeah, it was hard seeing my boyfriend do... some of the things he did," you said, treading lightly. "To say I was shocked would be lying to you -- so I won't tell you I was surprised."

Liam shook his head slowly, a sad look overtaking his face.

"So, is he always like this, then?"

You shrugged, finding it harder and harder to play the situation off.

"Drake craves attention. He needs something more I think, and whatever else it is he needs... it's just not me."

Liam narrowed his eyes at that, instantly taking your hands in his as he leaned impossibly close. The cover slipped a little, exposing your bare thighs, but the blonde didn't notice.

"Y/N, you're some man's dream girl, and you just don't know it yet," he said, as though taking an oath. "If Drake is too blind to realize he has the entire package right here in front of him already, then... I'm sorry to say it, but your boyfriend's an idiot."

Emotion clogged your throat at the sweet words. Nothing, in all the years you and Drake had been together, had moved you in such a way as this. Without thinking too hard about it, you leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to the apple of Liam's left cheek. His eyes widened, staring back at you as you pulled away. You blushed, grinning like an idiot as you tried to work up the courage to say how you felt and failing.

"You're... you're something special, Y/N," he whispered, licking his lips as his gaze softened. You realized what was coming; you'd given a mixed signal somehow, maybe he thought you wanted to kiss him? But you did... didn't you?

You cleared your throat, sitting up straight before Liam could get too close.

"Liam, I... I think something could come out of this, of us, maybe... ugh, I don't know," you sighed, looking down at your bare legs again. He immediately pulled back, aware of how uncomfortable you;d gotten so quickly.

"Sorry! Oh gosh, I'm sorry Y/N -- I just want to be here for you, and help you in any way you need-"

"And I appreciate that!" You reassured him, which captured his gaze once more. He looked to you apologetically, and you broke out into a grin. "I just... would prefer if maybe when you help me, I'm not half-naked in my bed."

His eyes widened in horror as he looked down, just then realizing you had no pants on. He chuckled, frightened as he looked to you again. He ran a and through his hair, blowing out a breath as he quickly stood.

"Ohhh my gosh, yeah, haha, uh... I'm actually so sorry, uh, I shouldn't have come in here like that, in your room, uh..."

You stood slowly, making sure the hem of your tee fell to your knees, effectively covering you. In that moment, you stepped into Liam, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. He froze, not quite expecting a hug from you of all things. You sighed, and he finally calmed down enough to wrap his arms around you as well.

"Thank you," you mumbled, your words jumbled as your cheek pressed into his chest. He rest his chin atop your head, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back. "Your words really helped me tonight, Liam."

He laughed, and his chest vibrated with the sound.

"Yeah, I realize now I probably should've changed before I came to talk to you... but hey. With your shirt and my shorts, we almost make one whole outfit, don't we?"

You giggled, resting your tired eyes as Liam's hand continued rubbing your back. You decided this would be a moment you enjoyed, cherished no matter if it went further or ended here. If Drake was embracing this process and making new connections along the way -- maybe it was time you did, too.

"We really do make one full outfit, don't we?"

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Breakfast the next morning was... overwhelming, to say the least. Each girl had at least two pairs of eyes on them during the meal, and each of you were approached by multiple guys. It wasn't until after Dain walked away with his tail between his legs that Sloane said what everyone was thinking.

"Ugh, can they just let us eat in peace? Fuck," she groaned, and Cat choked on her coffee. Violet giggled, and you couldn't help but relate to the sentiment. Though you were flattered, most of the attention this morning was chaotic -- it felt nothing like last night, when Liam was there for you when you really needed someone.

Liam.

Your heart skipped a beat at the very thought of him, how he'd talked you through your feelings the night before adn provided a shoulder when you didn't even realize you could use one. Glancing across the space, you watched as he chatted with Brennan, sipping orange juice from a glass. You smiled then, though your gaze faltered as someone else crossed in front of him.

Your mouth dried at the sight.

"Oh? I think it's obvious who Y/N's choosing for her date today," Cat teased, and you whipped your head back toward the group. Sloane raised her eyebrows.

"Really? Who is it?" Violet asked quietly, her round eyes focused on you. Sloane scoffed, thinking she knew better.

"Isn't it obvious?" She said, setting down her mug. "She straightens her shoulders every time Garrick enters the room."

Your brows furrowed. That's not where you thought this was going.

"Garrick?" You asked incredulously. Sloane studied you with a smirk, and Cat shrugged her shoulders.

"Are we wrong to assume? We saw you two the other night at the bonfire." She said, innocently enough. "He seemed to really enjoy your company -- and you were smiling, like really smiling." You opened your mouth to speak, but Sloane piped up.

"Yeah, he looked like he wanted to enjoy more of you if no one else was around-"

Violet dropped her fork onto her plate, raising her hands as she pinched her eyes closed.

"Eww! Sloane, I'm still trying to eat here," she grumbled, which made you laugh. Cat shrugged the whole thing off, muttering one last thing before draining her apple juice.

"Just saying. It's pretty clear theres more to him than a platonic relationship, as far as you're concerned."

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The day didn't get any easier. In fact, you were faced with the hardest challenge of all just after lunch; choosing someone for your second date.

"Now ladies, I can understand if a few of you would prefer to take the same guy from last time around, however the rules are that for the second date, you must choose someone not chosen before," he explained. You glanced toward the end of the line, catching Xaden's eye. He grinned, tossing you a playful wink and you hated the way it made you instantly blush.

"I can understand that this is a tough choice, but it's one you ladies must make. That being said," he looked to Sloane. "Sloane, why don't you start us off today?"

She grinned, sitting tall before declaring her choice.

"For my date today, I'll choose Bodhi."

Bodhi smiled, his teeth shining against his bronze skin. He gazed at Cat admiringly, who gave him a polite nod.

"Excellent! Sloane and Bodhi, then -- the two of you will be going on a yoga date today," Mark explained. "You'll be joined by another couple, however your dates will be completely separate."

Sloane bounced giddily in her seat. She clearly was on board with... whatever this was.

Next, Mark moved on to Cat.

"Catriona? Who would you prefer to attend your date today?"

She sighed, looking from boy to boy.

"Though I had a lovely time with Brennan," she said apologetically. "I think this go around I'll choose Liam."

Fuck.

Liam smiled pleasantly, but he wasn't looking at Cat. His gaze gazed sidelong at you, and it took everything in you not to object right then and there. Your heart began to race; you choice was now chosen, whatever were you to do?

"Excellent! The two of you will join Sloane and Bodhi for yoga later this afternoon; be sure to wear something you can stretch in."

Cat nodded, and Mark glanced to Violet.

"Violet, you're next; please tell us your choice for your second date."

She hesitated, gnawing on her bottom lip. You could tell this whole thing brought her some anxiety, but you wondered if she could also be at war with herself -- in your opinion, her boyfriend was a cheater and a liar. But, you weren't in her shoes; perhaps she deemed Drake rotten too, and wondered why you hadn't left him just as well.

Swallowing, she gave her answer.

"I think I'll choose Xaden for this date."

Xaden raised his eyebrows in surprise, and you watched as she looked shyly at him. He nodded, still taken aback by her choice but happy noonetheless. She blushed, and Mark chuckled at the interaction.

"Very well, then! The two of you will be heading to a body painting class, and again, you'll be joined with two others though the dates will remain separate."

You heard his words, but your ears rang as you debated over and over what to do. You'd already taken Xaden, so he was off the table -- well, he was off the table anyways, but no matter. Liam, who you thought you'd for sure choose, was also now taken. You couldn't even pick Bodhi at this point -- at least the two of you shared a conversation at the pool party the other night.

The pool party...

Cat's words replayed in your head from earlier this morning as your mind raced. He seemed to really enjoy your company, she'd said. You were smiling, like really smiling.

Lifting your gaze from the sand before you, your eyes met Garrick's instantly. Your cheeks heated as he smiled at you, a faint dimple indenting his right cheek. You kind of wanted to kiss it...

"Garrick," you blurted, and the group fell silent. No more than a moment later, Ridoc busted out laughing, and Sloane was quick to follow. Cat's shoulders shook as she giggled to herself, and before you knew it, the whole group was alight with amusement. Mark chuckled, looking to you unexpectedly.

"Wow! She was so sure of her choice, I didn't even get to address her yet," he said, slowly shaking his head. You chuckled to yourself as you felt your cheeks growing warmer, and you dipped your head in embarassment.

"Nah, she was just sure she wanted to do some body painting with me, that's all," Garrick teased. He earned a few ooohs from the others, and you covered your face with your hand.

"That being said," Mark interjected, finally regaining his composure. "The two of you will join Violet and Xaden for body painting later, so choose a swimsuit you're okay with getting a little dirty."

Garrick winked at you as Mark spoke, and you felt your face grow impossibly hotter. How did one male have such an effect on a person?

"On a serious note, though -- today's dates are rather important. After tonight, we'll have our first house elimination; you girls will come together and choose one of these guys you'd like to send home. So," he clapped once. "Be sure to make a good impression, enjoy your dates, and we'll reconviene tomorrow morning."

The guys began talking immediately as unease washed over the group.

"But, what if we don't want to send anyone home?" Sloane complained. "All these guys are... actually pretty cool."

All? Wasn't Dain getting on her last nerve just a few hours ago?

Mark simply shrugged, looking to her once more before the group disbanded.

"I understand it's a hard choice -- but, you'll need to choose one. It'll allow for more... room." He said, leaving with no other explaination than that.

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The walk to the body painting date was much more enjoyable than you'd expected. Garrick asked lots of quetions, genuinely interested in you as a person and not necessarily what or who brought you here. He didn't mention Drake a single time -- and for that, tonight, you were particularly thankful.

"This looks like where we're supposed to be," Xaden announced, pausing before a large waterfall in the clearing. Just behind it, set up in a little alcove were two stations; both had various pots and bowls filled with miscellaneous mixtures, and an instruction book sat in the middle of each. Violet followed Xaden ahead as they claimed the far station, and closer to the pathway you and Garrick flanked the second one.

As you drew nearer, you realized there was no paint at all. The pots and bowls were filled with moss, seaweed, and some sort of mud.

"Phew," you said, breaking the silence with a dramatic sweep of your hand over your forehead. "I thought we were actually using paint!"

Garrick side-eyed you. "Do you have an allergy?"

You raised your brows. "No! No, haha, I was just making a joke -- I chose my not-so-cutest suit for this, anyway." You explained. He paused, his eyes trailing over your body. You suddenly realized how close the two of you stood, and you took a sidestep away. He chuckled, picking up the instructions.

"I think you look beautiful, reguardless of what you're wearing."

The hairs on your arms rose, goosebumps peppering your skin. What was it about this man that could get to you to react, just with a single sentence?

"Let's get started, shall we?" He said, as though the most romantic compliment hadn't just came out of his mouth moments before. He looked to Xaden and Violet, who were already smearing mud on one another before turning back to you. "Seems like we're already behind."

You shrugged, picking up a small bowl filled with sea moss. "Mark said these dates were separate -- I'm just fine with going at our own pace."

His eyes gazed softly down at you, and he nodded lightly.

"Yeah... I'm happy to go at our own pace, too."

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After a few hours, the sun had began to set which sent beautiful panes of golden and orange refracting through the waterfall's curtain. You'd laughed so hard your cheeks had begun to hurt -- while also being covered in mud.

"And finally, I present: the bowl of trust," Garrick said, a rediculous accent layered throughout his voice. You giggled as he got onto one knee, presenting the bowl to you as though he were a knight and you a royal. You took it, sloshing it side to side as you inspected its contents. He snatched up the instructions again, explaining this layer.

"The bowl of trust is to represent a necessary foundation between two partners; trust," he read aloud. "It's the final layer to the paint we cover the other in, as it is also the final layer that is often forgotten in relationships."

You nodded, glancing down at the odd liquid.

"So... what is it?"

Garrick scoffed. "That's trust in there; I just told you."

You rolled your eyes, swatting him on the muscley arm.

"No, I mean what am I about to be lathered in?" You asked, tentatively dipping your fingers into the liquid and scooping some out. It almost looked like seeds through the clear-purple goo, and you were genuinely curious. Garrick looked at the paper again, before setting it aside. You plopped the substance on his chest, your breath catching as you once again, rubbed it all over him. His abs tightened as you worked your way down, spreading the mixture over his entire body.

Once he was covered, you extended the bowl to him. He took it, smirking as he scooped out the rest and plopped it on your arm.

"Oh... this is fish larvae, by the way."

You screeched, backing as far away as you could from him. You'd effectively knocked the wooden bowl from his grasp in the process, and any remaining larvae was now spilled on the ground. Both Xaden and Violet whipped their heads to look at you, concern filling their stares. You moved so quick you almost fell on your ass, but luckily Garrick was there to keep you on your own two feet.

"Eww! Don't touch me with that," you shrieked, prying his arms off of you. He cackled, holding you tighter as some of the gloppy mess transferred from his chest to your back. You wiggled in his grasp, the multiple layers mixing together between the two of you.

"She's fine!" He called, reassuring the others. "No biggie!"

Violet turned back to Xaden hesitantly, but you caught Xaden's stare out of the corner of your eye. He studied your every movement, his gaze locked onto the place where Garrick was still holding you. It took him a few moments before he could focus on Violet again, still seeming rather perturbed over the whole thing.

"Ugh, Garrick, this is so gross! I don't want larvae on me," you shrieked, writhing in his grasp.

"So, you want to wash off then?"

"Yes! I absolutely want to wash-"

Your shrill squeal interrupted your complaining as Garrick tossed you off the path, straight into the waterfall pool below. Your body cooled as it hit the water, the muffled sound of the waterfall dull under the surface. You kicked and paddled toward the surface, pausing when another mass landed in the water beside you.

As you resurfaced, you gasped for air, breathing deep as you wiped water from your eyes. As you regained your sense of sight, you looked around -- the scene was beautiful. A plethora of flowering plants stretched over the rocky pathside, dipping all the way down to the water itself. Variants of every color greeted you in the form of flora or plant, and the sun cast a warm glow through the space.

Xaden nor Violet so much as peeked over the edge before Garrick resurfaced, much less graceful than you had. He shook out his brown locks like a dog, and you squealed as you shielded your face. He wiped at his face, a smile overtaking his lips as his eyes refocused on you. He chuckled, stepping closer and resting a hand on your waist.

"Here... let me help you rinse off."

Your lungs stopped working as Garrick pulled you close, his hands working and rubbing across your body. He touched you lightly, softly as though he was timid. It didn't seem like him to be like this, though the action was sweet and breathtaking in itself.

Gazing up at him, you admired the way the light hit his face. His strong jawline was highlighted in the afternoon glow, and the water droplets nearly glimmered as they occasionally fell from his hair. He noticed you staring, and laughed nervously.

"What... have I got something on my face?" He said, grinning when you laughed.

"Yeah, larvae -- can you believe that?" You giggled, reaching up to wipe at his cheeks. His hand stilled for a moment, the quickly resumed as though he was entranced by the touch. You paused as you had nearly finished, wiping over the small indent in his cheek.

"Garrick... why would you let me lather fish eggs all over your face?" You asked quietly, trying not to laugh as you were asking a genuine question. He smiled softly, his eyes dancing as he studied your face.

When he replied, his voice was softer than before.

"Honestly, I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me... I trust you." He said, and your cheeks warmed. "Like the paper said, right?"

You nodded meekly, finding yourself staring right up at his mouth. His fingers slid to your lower back, stilling as the two of you weighed the gravity of the situation. He was so close, so gorgeous right now -- but was he worth risking Drake over?

He swallowed thickly, his breaths coming faster. "I really want to kiss you right now," he admitted shyly, his fingers tracing small patterns on your skin. You slid your hands up, lying them flat on his chest as he pulled you even closer.

"I..." you began, as memories of Drake and Mira from the earlier bonfire cycled through your mind. You'd been hurt by it, but the fact that you expected that behavior said a lot too, and a lot about Drake himself. "I trust you, Garrick, I do. And... I think I want that too."

He grinned, leaning in just close enough before touching your lips. Your eyes closed to slits, peering up at him just before he could close the distance.

"You probably shouldn't," he whispered, chest rumbling as he quietly chuckled. "That wasn't actually fish larvae. It was a blackberry moisture mask."

Your eyes widened as you reared your head back, looking up at him in disbelief.

"Garrick!" You scolded. "You're the worst for that -- that was so embarassing! Why in the Hell would you tell me that?"

His smile faded as his hand slid to grasp the back of your neck.

"Because it allowed me to do this."

He pulled you into him, pressing your lips to his in that very moment. Your eyes blinked shut as you tasted him, the feel of another male's mouth on yours was one you'd become to foreign to over the last few years. But Garrick, boy he knew how to kiss -- his lips melted against yours, the plush feel of him fit perfectly against your own.

Sliding your arms around his neck, you parted your lips to deepen the kiss. He gave in, his mouth molding with yours as though it were one as the sun continued to set. It didn't feel like nearly long enough before he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

"Our own pace, right?" He whispered, his hand threading through your hair. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, your heart jumping at his ability to reign in his control. You didn't want to rush anything yet, and he knew that -- he respected and abided by that.

"Our own pace," you agreed, leaning into his chest as he continued running his fingers through your hair.

You allowed your eyes to close, relishing in the sounds, smells, and ambiance around you. Knowing tomorrow would be a hard day, you couldn't find it in yourself to care right now; you just wanted this, a moment shared between the two of you that you never could have anticipated coming.

Tomorrow would be an entirely other story. You had not an idea who you were willing to be sent home yet, or why "room" had to be made in the first place. But, one thing you were certain of was who you would be willing to keep.

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Episode 4

[scorpioriesling]

🤍Please please please can we get an Azriel smut where he’s head over heels for you and you go to a formal event together and he can’t keep his hands off you all night and he pulls you away so he can have his way with you 🤍

Innocent Thoughts

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Pairing(s): Modern!Azriel x reader

Warning(s): smut, 18+, mdni, nsfw

Summary: A fancy business event for your man does not go how you expected, especially when Azriel gets a little handsier than usual.

SR’s Note: I'm happy you guys are wanting more acotar content again (; That's what I began this account writing, and though I LOVE the empyrean stories, it's always nice to put acotar out there -- ESPECIALLY when it's Azriel. <3

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You knew something was up during the drive; the way his hand never left your thigh, and how he kept readjusting in his seat. He was nearly fidgety, and you'd been with your man long enough to know this behavior was atypical for him.

What really alerted you was his demeanor, especially as he talked with his superiors.

"So, we were considering the proposal submitted as far as changes coming in the 2026 fiscal year..."

His boss -- and luckily, one of his best friends too -- continued on, explaining a few important aspects of the job and the exciting new changes coming next year. You nodded politely as Azriel kept you tucked protectively into his side, his arm wrapped around the small of your back. His fingers lazily traced up and down the curve of your waist, the sensation through the silk fabric of your evening dress sending goosebumps across your skin. Rhysand didn't seem to notice, and if he did he ignored it -- but you couldn't.

You glanced upward, hoping to find an answer hidden in Azriel's expression. His face gave away nearly nothing, but you did notice the set of his jaw as he half-listened to his friend speak.

"That sounds great," Azriel responded, half-heartedly. Rhysand met your eye, and you simply shrugged. He leaned in, clapping Az on the shoulder before turning to glance at the extragavant dining table across the ballroom.

"I don't know where that head is at tonight," he said, his voice quiet. "And we're not here to talk business, I know -- but consider doing your lovely lady a kindness here. If you don't want to talk to me right now, fine; but please, take her to your seats and enjoy the wine we have tonight."

That must have pulled Azriel from his trance. Rhys clapped his shoulder once before moving to converse with others, and you waited only until he was out of earshot to approach the topic.

"Azriel," you said in a hushed whisper. He glanced down at you, his focus solely on you as you spoke. "What is going on with you tonight?"

He shrugged, shaking his head quickly at your words.

"Nothing, sweetheart -- I'm just fine."

A cocktail waiter passed with champagne glasses, and Azriel was quick to stop him. Taking two off the tray and handing one to you, he downed his entire flute in one go. Your brows narrowed as you studied him.

"You don't seem fine," you prodded, staring as he set the empty glass down on an empty high-top table. He sucked in a breath, his hand finding the small of your back. You shivered, his chilled fingertips brushing against the bare skin exposed there.

"C'mon -- let's sit," he suggested, guiding you toward the dining table and effectively dropping the subject. You sighed, trying to understand what could be bugging him so badly. He pulled out a chair, very gentlemanly as always. You took it, and sat beside him while still racking your brain.

How was he before you left tonight? Fine... handsy, sure. But overall, fine. He did the normal things he'd do, sitting with you while you got ready, kissing up your neck after you applied his favorite perfume...

The thought had you blushing. Maybe, if he'd had his way, the two of you would still be home, his head between your legs...

"Now who's the one acting weird?" Azriel said, his tone low and gravelly. You sucked in a breath, working to regain your composure. You cleared your throat, smiling politely as a waiter filled your wine glasses.

You spoke the minute he walked off. "I'm only acting weird because you're acting weird!" You defended, which only earned you a lopsided grin. Azriel sighed, placing his hand atop your knee.

"You really wanna know why I'm all worked up tonight?" He asked, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You grinned at the featherlight touch, catching a few awwed glances out of the corner of your eye. You nodded, and Azriel placed a tiny kiss against the skin of your neck.

"It's you," he said simply. You reared your head back in confusion, falling silent as the plates of food were set before you. Couples around the table had gone back to their own conversations, eating and talking with one another and in turn ignoring you and Azriel's.

"Me?" You asked, reaching for your fork. "Whatever have I done?"

He chuckled, patting your knee before straightening again in his chair. He picked up his fork and knife as though all was right in the world, hovering then above his uncut chicken breast.

"You keep me falling for you, more and more everyday." He explained, cutting into his meat. You paused, staring sidelong at him as he uttered the sweetest words you'd ever heard. "I'm crazy about you, and I think you know that by now -- some days, I just can't help my mind from wandering, you know?"

He popped a bite of chicken in his mouth, not addressing the newly presented implication. Glancing down, you finally noticed it; he was ignoring the growing need for you, and surely had been all night. Was it the dress? The perfume? What had him so worked up tonight?

"I can see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours -- and I can assure you, it's everything you're thinking and more."

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The lights in the bathroom were dim as you stumbled inside, Azriel hot on your heels. Sweat trailed down your chest and between the valley of your breasts, a product of the vigorous dancing you had done all night. Azriel engaged just as much, swaying and spinning you around to the beat of each and every song. That is, until the two of you reached your breaking point... at the same time.

"Give me that fucking mouth," he growled, his hands finding your hips as he spun you, pushing you against the bathroom door. He devoured you in an instant, his mouth molding so familiarly with yours as he pressed against you. Your hands instantly found his hair and tangled in it, soft moans slipping in the moments the kisses were broken. He groaned as he pressed his cock against you, his erection more than obvious through his well-tailored dress pants.

"Ohhhhh God," you whispered breathily, your fingers tugging softly at his deep brown locks as his lips moved from your mouth to your throat. The heat between your thighs grew more and more as he shifted his hips, rutting his cock in between your thighs. His lips parted, his teeth nipping and sucking at the soft patch of skin near your collarbone.

"Az... Azzie please," you panted, your hands gripping now at the collar of his button-down. His gaze lifted to meet yours, his pupils absolutely lust-blown.

"You've teased me all night, sweetheart," he muttered, his fingers trailing up your thighs and hooking around the lace bands of your underwear. "I'd do whatever you asked, I love you so fuckin' much."

You groaned at his words, your heart swelling and fluttering all at once as he tugged your panties down your legs. Eagerly stepping out of them, he chuckled and kissed your cheek.

"Good girl," he praised, pushing up the fabric of your silky dress to bunch it around your waist. He sucked in a breath at the sight of your bare cunt before him, and was quick to slot his knee between your thighs. You relaxed against the muscle of his leg, unintentionally clenching at the feel of his skin pressed against yours.

"God... Az-" You squeaked, rocking your hips against his muscled thigh. He grunted at the feel of you, his eyes glazing over as he watched you get off on nothing more than his leg. Your hands gripped the tops of his shoulders, clinging to the material of his shirt like a lifeline -- however, Azriel tired of the teasing in only a few minutes time.

"I can't play around anymore," he growled, his hands bracing your hips. He hoisted you up, pinning you against the door as you gasped at the lack of contact. His right hand left your waist, quickly unbuckling and ripping his belt off in the absolute sexiest fashion possible. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you watched him tug his cock free -- and God, the sight of his beautiful, angry red tip had you nearly orgasming right there.

"I need you baby; right here, now," he grunted, aligning his cock with your entrance. His gaze found yours as he pushed his lips against yours again, slowly nudging your opening with his cock. When he pulled back, he only whispered one question; "Please put me out of my misery and take my cock? Can you do that, my love?"

You nodded quickly, eager for him to just fuck you already. He took the hint and entered you slowly, pressing deeper inch by glorious inch. You sighed as he finally sheathed fully inside of you, but your relief was short-lived. In an instant, he pulled out halfway, only to plunge his dick all the way back in.

"Yes! Az," you breathed, your fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as he continued thrusting up into you. He grunted as he worked his cock into you, practically drinking in every little noise you made. His half-lidded gaze and messy hair didn't help as far as prolonging your orgasm, either.

He inhaled sharply, his fingers squeezing at your curves. He slid one hand beneath the curve of your ass, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around his own waist.

"God, baby... feel so fuckin' good," he growled out, ramming his dick in even harder. You squealed over the feeling, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock rubbed against your deepest spot. He leaned in, kissing and biting again at your neck as though you were his last meal.

Your eyes flew open as you felt your orgasm approaching, the usual restraint you reserved for it slipping as the various glasses of champagne finally made their way to your head.

"Az... Azriel you're gonna make me cum," you panted, watching as his tongue slid against the skin of your throat. He groaned then, gazing into your eyes as his thrusts began to slow.

His breaths began coming slower, small groans escaping as he held back his own release. Your jaw fell as you finally tumbled over the edge, crying out as you clung to Azriel. Your arms wound around his neck as you spasmed around his cock, the feeling returned a minute later as his length spasmed inside of you.

"Fuck! Oh fuck," he gasped, shoving his dick all the way in as he painted your walls white. His arms had wound around your waist, holding you close to his chest as he came inside of you. The bathroom fell silent as the two of you panted, sharing breath as you worked to come down from your highs. When you pulled back from him finally, you gazed into his deep brown eyes, your heart soaring as he gazed back at you with pure and undying adoration.

"You're unreal," he breathed, leaning in to kiss you softly. You giggled, sliding your lips against his. He pulled back a moment later, grinning as he swiped at your lower lip.

"I think you're unreal," you admitted, which made his smile grow. A smiling Azriel was a rarity, and one you wouldn't trade for the world's most uncommon gem. The two of you basked in the silence a moment longer, that was until a harsh knock came at the door.

"One second!" You called, covering your mouth to stifle a laugh. Azriel set you on your feet again gently, stooping to pick up your discarded panties as you worked to readjust your dress. Looking in the mirror, you were surprised to find only the flush on your face as a dead giveaway. Azriel bent at the knees, holding the bands of your undies for you to step back into. Grinning, you obliged, delighting in the way his velvety touch felt against your thighs.

When he stood, he sighed once before ruffling his own hair. His eyes found yours in the mirror, widening as yet another knock came from the other side of the door.

You turned, taking his hand in yours again.

"How do you expect me to go out there and pretend that like... I'm totally fine and I didn't just have one of the best sex sessions of my life?" You whisper-yelled. Azriel flashed you a grin, winking as he looked down at you.

"Guess you'll learn to fake those n ot-so-innocent thoughts. Trust me baby, I've been doing it all night."

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[scorpioriesling]

Temptation Island - Episode 2

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Ridoc, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: Four couples come to Temptation Island to test the strenght of their relationships -- relationships built on rocky foundations, that is. Will these couples survive? Will these individuals be tempted during their stay on the island, or stay true to their partners? Only readers decide -- find out what happens next in this juicy, dramatic series!

SR’s Note: That was a close vote! I wanted to get Episode 2 out ASAP to you guys -- I hope you enjoy! Be ready to make your opinion known after this episode; I want to hear from you!

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Episode 1

You woke up the next morning to the sound of island birds chirping outside your window. Grumbling, you tossed back the covers and made to get out of bed; surely, no amount of sunlight or testosterone would reverse the sinking feeling in your chest.

It wasn't until you reached your bathroom that you noticed; looking in the mirror, you were met with a tangled-haired, puffy-eyed mess looking back at you. Letting out another long sigh, you stretched your arms a bit and padded toward the shower. A nice, relaxing way to begin your first official day on the island.

As you turned on the water and stepped in, you allowed your head to tilt back as steam billowed up around you. Your thoughts wandered, of course... how was Drake? Was he already showing interest in someone else? Who would he choose for his first date?

You lathered some soap onto your loofah, the thought stopping you dead in your tracks. Who would you choose for your first date today?

Scrubbing absentmindedly at your skin, your train of thought began to build. You concentrated hard, trying to remember everyone you'd met yesterday; there was Liam the blonde, Ridoc the jokester, and Xaden...

You blushed at the thought, shaking your head to clear your thoughts before they could go any further. You only stayed in the shower for ten minutes before quickly towelling off and choosing an outfit for the first day. Something cute, something that said I'm fun!

You settled for a neon green bikini, mesh coverup, and matching flower claw clip before abandoning your room at once.

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The laughter from the kitchen grew as you stalked closer. A tendril of anxiety crept in as you crossed into the open space, your eyes catching on the spread of food laid out for the early morning meal. Before you could even think, a certain blonde was flanking your side.

"Thank God you're here," Sloane said, grasping your hand and tugging you toward an open couch. "I was starting to get worried."

As she led you toward the seat, you were greeted with various hellos and good mornings, which you were sure to return. As you sat next to Sloane, Violet glanced at you from across the space, giving you a warm smile.

"We were worried you'd overslept," she offerred, and you simply shrugged.

"No, no... just needed to clear my head this morning before joinging you guys." You explained. Sloane nodded sympathetically, and everyone's eyes turned to Cat as she strode over, plate in hand.

"G'morning," she greeted, and you all did the same. Sloane lightly brushed your shoulder, bringing up the subject surely on everyone's minds this morning.

"So... who do you guys think you're gonna pick?" She asked. Cat looked confused as she popped a grape into her mouth, clearly not on the same page as the rest of you.

"Pick for... what?" She asked, clueless.

"The first dates," Violet explained. Cat leaned back, nodding as the realization hit her.

"Oh! Right.... yeah, I have no idea yet, to be honest. Do you guys already know?"

Sloane shrugged, and Violet shook her head slowly.

"I was thinking Dain looked genuine," Sloane offered, looding between you and Violet.

"I thought so too. I don't know... the only guy to give me a bracelet yesterday was Xaden, I think? I can't remember his name. Anyway, the tall one -- tan, massive back tattoo -- yeah, I think he may be a little too much for me to handle," Violet debated. You only shrugged, feeling the pressure as all eyes were turned to you.

"Oh, yeah! I mean, I totally see where you're coming from... I thought he was cute," you said, and Sloane giggled.

"You're funny, Y/N -- I wouldn't think a girl would find a big, strong, intimidating man like that simply cute," she said, and Violet chuckled along with her. They glanced out at the yard, watching as a few of the guys sipped juices and talked. Your gaze jumped from guy to guy -- first was Liam, his blonde hair setting him apart from the others. Then Ridoc, who was once again laughing at something another brunette was saying. Then, surely enough, your eyes landed on the target of the other ladie's gazes.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you barely registered Mark's announcement as he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning ladies! I Hope your first night went well. Let's head down to the beach, we can decide on first dates and talk a little more about the day's plans?"

You nodded, your gaze still fixed on the tall, tan male a few feet away.

In that moment, you knew you'd decided who to ask on a date first.

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"So! As you ladies know, today you'll be choosing and going on your first group date," Mark explained, looking to each and every one of you. "Afterward, you'll have the night off to continue connecting with one another, and in two days we will have our first bonfire!"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling more pressure now that this was all really real. Glancing to your left, you realized you may not be alone. Sloane and Violet appeared nervous as well, however Cat sat completely calm at the end of the row.

"That being said -- would you ladies like to hear where you're going today?" Mark said, raising a tempting eyebrow.

"Yes!" You all cheered in unison. In that moment, the boys approached the beach one by one, filing into a neat line before you as Mark continued on.

"You and the guys will be spending time on our private yacht this afternoon!" He announced, and was met with excited squeals and applause in approval. He nodded in agreement, turning to give the guys a look before making eye contact with Cat again.

"Alright then! Ladies, I'll begin with you as you make your choices; Cat, why don't you start us off?"

Cat nods once, clearing her throat and rolling her shoulders back. She glances around the group, giving most of the guys no more than a fleeting glance.

"I'd like to ask Brennan to join me this afternoon," she said, speaking with the utmost class. The freckled male grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He was cute, that was certain -- its no wonder he was the first chosen.

Mark nods in approval. "Great! So Brennan, you'll be boarding the yacht with Cat today -- who's next? Sloane?"

Sloane nods eagerly, looking to the group with a sweet smile.

"I'll take Dain with me today!" She said happily. Dain smiled wide, tossing her a wink.

"Another great choice! Dain, you'll accompany Sloane on today's yacht date," Mark reiterates, his gaze sliding to Violet next. "Violet? Anyone in mind that you'd like to bring with you today?"

She chews the inside of her cheek nervously, but straightened her shoulders nonetheless at the mention of her name. She looked to Xaden first, an apology already on the tip of her tongue.

"While I appreciate the bracelet yesterday," she said softly. Xaden's eyes flickered, but he nodded encouragingly nonetheless.

"I think on my date today... I'll bring Ridoc."

You jumped as the man let out a loud whoop, catching the entire group off-guard. A couple girls giggled as he punched a fist in the air, clearly feeling victorious over Vioelt's choice.

"YES! You rock Violet -- I'd love to go with you!"

Mark laughed along with the group, finding Ridoc's humor just as contagious as the rest of you did. When everyone called down, the laughter and clapping finally dying out, Mark's eyes found you.

"Alright! And last but certainly never the least; Y/N. We'd love to know the final choice for a group date this morning!"

You swallowed... hard. Glancing around the group, your heart sank little by little as you registered the males remaining; Liam, Bodhi, Garrick, and last but not least, Xaden.

"I, um," you stuttered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "I think for this date today, I'll ask if..."

You bit your bottom lip. Liam was smiling at you so sweetly, and Bodhi was practically eating you with his stare. Garrick, flexing his biceps so subtly...

...but then there was Xaden.

"I'd like to ask Xaden to come on the yacht with me." You said finally, and your heart soared. A slow grin stretched across his lips, and you couldn't help but mirror it with your own.

Mark clapped once, ending the selection. "Sounds great! So, that's settled then -- ladies, I'll excuse you to get ready for the date. Gentlemen, you as well; please dress appropriately. You'll want a bathing suit."

A few of the guys chuckled at this, but for some reason, it didn't make you uncomfortable. You felt safe beneath their smiles, like every one of them was more genuine than you could have ever hoped for.

Could the same be said for Drake? Now that... you weren't sure.

"We'll meet back here in an hour -- see you all then!"

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You inhaled deeply as you flanked the boardwalk, flanked by the three girls quickly becoming your close friends.

"Did you see the way Dain smiled, though? Like he was actually excited to spend some time with me!" Sloane giggled, which made Cat grin and roll her eyes. Violet stayed quiet, per usual -- its as though a thousand thoughts were running through her head at every waking moment. You sighed, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

"Personally, I'm excited to get to talk with Xaden -- reguardless if he seems quiet or not," you said, shrugging. Cat snickered from behind you.

"Yeah, but you know what they say... the quiet ones are often the sexiest."

This got Violet to chuckle, grabbing the whole group's attention.

"Oh! So you do laugh?" Sloane said sarcastically, surpressing a smile herself. The three of you continued on as you approached the end of the boardwalk, but your breath caught as the male forms waiting at the end came into clearer view.

You slowed your pace as your focus on Xaden grew, his grinning face sending your heart fluttering once more. Ridoc waved excitedly as the four of you approached, clearly unwavering from the earlier excitement. Mark stood in front, greeting you all with a welcome smile.

"Hello again, ladies!" He said, gesturing to the yacht stationed just beyond the guys in the water. "We've got our Temptation Island yacht here for you all to enjoy for the next few hours -- on board there are snacks, drinks, and endless ocean views for all of you to enjoy for the next few hours."

You nodded in understanding, and the other girls followed. Mark proceeded to explain the boat rules, swimming rules, and everything that followed... however, you felt more than one pair of eyes studying you, instead.

"...so, have fun, enjoy yourselves, and we'll see you back at the villa tonight!"

With that, the walkway entrance was opened to the yacht and the couples started pairing off. Sloane was more than enthusiastic to walk with Dain near the front, entering the yacht first. Cat and Brennan followed, engaging in polite conversation. You were just about to walk over to Xaden when Violet's silver braid flashed out of the corner of your eye, and you turned to notice her looking rather worried. So, you flanked her side instead.

"Vi? Are you alright?" You asked. She looked up at you as she chewed the inside of her cheek once more.

"I just... I don't know. I feel wrong. Wrong for doing this, and going on a date with someone else when I already have a boyfriend... I just feel wrong," she expressed. You sighed, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"I completely understand how you feel; but, today could turn out to be really fun for you, ya know? And you made a fantastic choice -- it seems Ridoc would be a great friend reguardless, and today is just a group date. No pressure."

She relaxed her shoulders, giving you a small smile.

"Thanks, Y/N -- one day in, and you're already making me feel less anxious than my own partner."

You smiled at that, delighted when Ridoc came over and whisked her toward the yacht with a positive smile and a few more rediculous jokes. The last two people standing on the boardwalk were you and Xaden, and he wasted no time approaching you.

"Are you ready?" He asked, extending a hand to you. You stared at it for a moment, realizing he was inviting you to board the ship with him hand-in-hand. Was this okay? Was this kind of thing allowed when you were in a relationship?

For today, it had to be.

You accepted, and smiled up at him as he led you toward the ship.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

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The ocean breeze was nice as it flowed so easily within the exposed cabin. The ship cut through every wave like butter, and the air smelled of gourmet and sunscreen at every turn.

To say you felt comfortable was true, and almost a little guilty your boyfriend couldn't be here to experience this himself.

"Can I get you anything?" Xaden asked kindly, rising from his seat near the front of the ship. You gazed up at him beneath your sunglasses, watching as the sun glowed around him like a halo. Though tempted to say yes, you decided against it.

"How about I just go with you?" You suggested. He lent you a hand again as he helped you rise from your seat. You blushed in embarassment as you pelled your thighs from the warm leather, and quickly followed your date to the buffet. You inhaled as you approached, which was louder than you intended.

Xaden turned, looking at you over his shoulder. "Smells good, yeah?"

You giggled, scooting close as the line began to grow behind you. Xaden reached for a plate, handing it to you before taking one for himself. It was only then that you realized you were still holding hands; in that moment, you dropped his.

After making it nearly to the end of the spread, the boat seemed to catch on a rather forceful current. The floor lurched beneath you, and when you lost your balance -- you were surprised to find the hands wrapped around your waist were unfamiliar.

"Woah! Careful," Ridoc said, his usually playful demeanor lost as he looked right down into your eyes. You stared up at him, unblinking as you felt your cheeks getting warm. Quickly moving to stand upright again, you tried laughing the whole thing off, opting to take another slice of cheese from the buffet instead.

"Thanks," you said, unable to look at him directly. He smiled, brushing against you as he too reached for something off the line. You hated the way your breath hitched at the contact -- his hands, Gods his hands. They felt differently than Xaden's, they were... softer, though he clung to you with urgency.

You tried to shake the thought. Why were you comparing two near-strangers, anyway? This retreat was about you and your current boyfriend -- and you were supposed to be trying to stay away from temptation, right?

When you looked at Xaden again, you were surprised to find he was already looking at you. A flicker, a tiny flare of something was in his gaze as he waited for you to finish making your plate. When you were done, he made a point to step behind you, his large hand on the small of your back as he lead you back to your seat beside him.

Now that... that sent heat to a place other than your cheeks, unfortunately.

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"So -- tell me something you've never done."

It was nearly two hours into the boat ride, and you and Xaden had sipped more than a few champagne flutes. After the third, he requested for the bottle to be brought over to the two of you, and it now lay between you on the seat.

You sighed at his question, racking your fuzzy brain for a response. He smiled, reaching to brush his thumb over your cheek as you contemplated.

"Is this a hard one?"

You giggled, still unable to come up with anything. "No! No, I just... you get me buzzin' off a few flutes, and ask me something as serious as this, I mean..." You held up your hands in surrender, delighting in the way his throat bobbed as he chuckled. Gods was he attractive.

"C'mon. I'm sure you can think of one thing," he encouraged, leaning closer. You grinned, inhaling his smoky, minty scent. Then you paused, remembering what you were doing and the situation you were in.

Straightening your shoulders, you answered with pristige.

"I haven't... ever gone on a first date on a yacht," you said, and Xaden squinted up at you. The sun reflected off his dark black hair and bounced off the panes of his face so nicely, you had to practically tear your gaze away from him.

"Really? What was your last first date like?"

You sighed, recalling the first date you shared with Drake just over two years ago. Your heart sank as you remembered the details, as they paled in comparison to the day you were having today.

"Well... my first date with Drake was to his favorite steakhouse," you explained. "We'd been dating, well, "talking" I suppose for a little over a month at that point, and he finally decided to properly take me out."

Xaden nodded, listening intently. You continued.

"It was nice; we had nice wine, the table was nice, and we... I guess we had a nice night after. He paid, very gentlemanly of him..."

Xaden furrowed his brow.

"So... what was so bad about it?" He asked. You swayed slightly in your seat as the boat came to a stop -- you must have arrived at the swimming spot.

A sad smile graced your lips as you looked down into your lap.

"I don't eat meat."

In that moment, his brows rose, and he placed a hand on your knee.

"And, he knew this? Drake, I mean?"

You nodded slowly, allowing your eyes to meet his. You wished you hadn't; the minute they met, all you could focus on was the endless pools of ink before you, practically begging you to drown in them.

He shook his head slowly, finding the situation unbelieveable.

"Well, I promise this first date will be much better, and much more exciting than that," he said, offerring you a small smile that instantly lifted your spirits. You lifted your champagne flute, throwing back the rest of it and scowling as you swallowed. He grinned, standing up in that moment and extending you his palm.

You took it willingly, wondering what was next from here.

"So, what now? Something exciting?" You asked. He smirked, and before you knew it his arms had wrapped around your waist and knees as he hauled you off of your feet and into his arms. You squealed as he effortlessly walked forward, dangling you over the edge of the yacht.

"Oh, exciting indeed," he promised, swinging you forward, loosening his grip, and tossing you right off the edge.

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The others were quick to follow once someone had gotten in the water -- that someone being you. Xaden jumped in next, front-flipping off the boat as though he'd done this a hundred times. Sloane was excited to get in the water, which prompted Cat, Ridoc and the others to follow.

When Xaden resurfaced though... oh you were going at him.

"What the Hell!" You squealed, kicking your feet beneath the tide to keep yourself afloat. He only grinned, drawing nearer and nearer as you continued your berating. "What if I couldn't swim, Xaden? Then what?"

Xaden rolled his eyes, ducking under the water and resurfacing a moment later. You frowned, crossing your arms. It didn't work out, as you began to sink -- but, you needn't fear as Xaden had you in an embrace yet again, this time pressed against his chest.

"I knew you could swim," he muttered, his gaze now not solely focused on your face but your skin pressed against his. You took a calming breath, trying not to think too much of the situation.

"How?" You demanded, trying to sound authoratative. Xaden only chuckled, leaning in and pressing a small kiss to your cheek. Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as he pulled back to study you once more.

"Sorry... I needed to do that."

It was the only explaination he gave. You didn't mind -- maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was something else -- but, you found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist after that.

The two of you stayed there, ignoring the banter and conversations of the others. It was just you and Xaden in that moment, wading in the water and looking at eachother as though nothing else existed.

As much as you hated to admit it, the feeling was a foreign one -- certainly one you hadn't yet experienced with Drake.

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By eight o'clock, you'd all retreated back to the villa to dry off and change. Though the effects of the alcohol had worn off, you had a strange feeling that the effects of Xaden hadn't -- the whole thing confused you, and left you craving nothing more than a nap.

But, as Sloane said, "there's no time for a nap now; the pool party is starting!"

She was right.

Everyone had made their way to the first floor of the villa by then. Music blared through the various speakers around the house, drinks were being poured and shared, and the men, well...

They were all shirtless.

"Pool party, let's go!"

You heard the splashing of water, and watched as a few of the buys jumped in. It truly did look like a fun night; one you were glad Sloane encouraged you to attend.

"Y/N! Whatcha drinkin'?"

Recognizing the resident bartender as Brennan, you happily stepped closer to avoid shouting over the bass. He fought to stare only at your face; he clearly had a few himself already, and the top you wore was not exactly modest.

"Rum and pineapple?" You asked sweetly, in which he obliged. His hands worked quick as he prepared your drink, mixing it and pouring it over ice. He even garnished it with a pineapple chunk cut into the shape of a heart, for goodness sakes. You gasped upon receiving it, looking up at him in appreciation.

"Aww, a heart! For me?" You asked enthusiastically. He chuckled, winking at you before putting the bottles back where they belonged. You couldn't help but eye his toned arms as he worked, watching as liquid from the drinks dripped from his hands down his veiny forearms...

You tipped your cup back, taking a longggg drink. No, you told yourself. You already indulged today... we can't keep doing this.

Moving to the pool deck, you hoped to clear your head -- maybe find the other girls, have a minute to breathe. But, you were severely mistaken as you stumbled upon none other than Xaden's look-alike.

Great.

He turned when he saw you, setting down his beer in favor of giving you his full attention. You found yourself at a loss for words, not even really sure what to say other than hello, handsome?

"Y/N -- it's so good to finally talk with you," he said, his voice as smooth as honey. You gulped, plastering on a faux-confident smile.

"Yes! I uh... I was hoping I'd run into you tonight," you said, laughing awkwardly. He fixed you with a knowing look, glancing over the rim of your solo cup.

"Whatcha drinkin'?"

"Rum and pineapple."

He nodded, thinning his lips. "I don't believe I've ever tried that one."

You rose an interested eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's your typical?"

He chuckled, lifting his beer again and shaking it a few times. You stuck out your tongue, and in turn, he chuckled.

"What? Not a beer girl?"

You scrunched your nose. "Absolutely not."

He grinned as he gazed at you, extending his drink out to you.

"Tell you what -- I'll try your fruity little cocktail, if you give my Stella a try," he offered. Now you raised both brows, not entirely ready to turn down the offer.

"Oh yeah? And what if I don't like it?" You asked, pinning him with the question. He grinned, trading beverages with you and bringing the solo cup to his lips.

"Then I'll take you out and you can try another kind sometime."

He swigged from the cup as easily as a frat boy, though you were left blushing before him. Had he seriously just implied that, he wanted to take you, of all people -- out for drinks?

He'd already lowered your cup before you could consider moving, let alone bringing the bottle to your lips and sipping that nasty liquid. He snatched his bottle back, replacing it with your cup. You gazed wide-eyed up at him, and that's when your words caught up to you.

"O-Oh, I uh, didn't even try it yet-"

He shook his head quickly, his deep brown curls ruffling with the movement. He glanced over his shoulder as someone called for him, but he turned to you before moving in the direction of the sound.

"Nah, it's safe to assume you probably wouldn't like it anyway."

And with that, he was gone. Walking toward someone else, leaving you stunned and utterly speechless.

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As the party grew more and more quiet, you found yourself sitting near the campfire with a few of the girls. Cat had left and gone to bed, and Violet was engaged in what looked like a deep conversation with Xaden in the kitchen. You tried not to feel jealous, telling yourself not to be so foolish. It was only one date, and a group one at that -- besides, you still had a boyfriend, anyway.

"Hey, Sloane, could I... steal you for a sec?"

You both paused your conversation to glance up, meeting Dain's eye as he towered over the two of you. She shot you an apologetic look, but happily agreed to go with him nonetheless. You smiled after the two of them, reeling in your thoughts as you were left before the crackling flames... alone.

It wasn't long before someone took notice, and realized that this was their chance to talk with you. That someone of course, was likely your second or third choice for your date today, which in turn made everything so much better. (sarcasm).

"This seat taken?"

You turned sharply at the deep voice, your eyes catching on Garrick's hulking frame. He wasn't as tall as Xaden, no -- but his arms. Jesus Christ.

"N-no, it's just me." You said, shrugging. He smiled softly, sitting on the cushion just beside you. He sighed as he sat, readjusting the pillows to fit more comfortably around the two of you.

"Well, personally I'm glad to be sitting here with "just you"; I was sad I didn't get more time with you today."

Your eyes widened as they met his, and you observed the reflection of the flame flickering in them.

"Oh, my God I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I-"

He reached out, laying a gentle hand atop yours. Your breath caught at the small touch, and you found yourself glancing down at the place the two of you connected.

"No, no babe don't apologize -- I'm just happy I can sit here with you now," he said, his warm tone reassuring. You sighed in relief, your eyes meeting his again.

"Besides, I like my women a little hard-to-get, making me work for it."

You gasped, reaching up and punching his arm. He laughed aloud at that, moving his hand in favor of stretching his arm behind you on the sofa. Your heart fluttered at the action, and you found yourselves seated closer together than you'd realized.

"So... tell me about you. I want to know all there is to know about Y/N; what impresses her, what she dislikes in a relationship, give me all of it. I want to know," he said, eager yet genuine. You felt a small voice in the back of your head, reminding you that Drake did still in fact exist and was still in fact your boyfriend -- but, being honest and making connections is what this whole thing was about, right?

So you told him just that. Everything came out, like word vomit; things Drake had done that upset you, tiny moments (like this morning) in your life that gave you hope for romantic relationships, every time you felt the highest high or lowest low with your boyfriend. You'd obviously left out that Drake was responsible for most of this, but Garrick was proving his intelligence as he quickly caught on.

"Let me get this straight, then -- you have a boyfriend, who doesn't seem like a good listener, provider, partner, or anything else -- and he's put this idea in your head that you need to be tested on this island to prove your affection towards him, when he's the one who cheated on you?"

You sighed, nodding before draining the last remnants of your cup.

"Sounds about right."

Garrick scoffed, leaning in as though speaking conspiratorially.

"Listen, babe, if it were up to me, I'd have already wined and dined the fuck out of you, and done whatever you asked of me," he said, his voice low. You clocked how close his face was to yours, and though you didn't particularly mind the proximity... those pink, plump lips were close enough to touch.

You gulped, gazing straight into his eyes. "You really think so?"

He nodded, his gaze travelling toward your mouth before he looked into your eyes once more. You grinned, your line of sight following suit.

"And, what if you found out I wasn't all you thought I was?"

He scoffed. "I've been Team Y/N since my plane landed on this island, and seeing you in person made it all the more clear," he whispered. He took your free hand in his, bringing the back of your palm to his lips.

"Anyone who makes you feel any less, should be none of your concern."

Later that night, as you lie awake in bed, his words replayed over and over in your brain. Anyone who makes you feel any less, should be none of your concern. But, isn't that how Drake made you feel? Less? Not all the time, no -- but in the times he cheated, or ignored you, or chose to divert his attention elsewhere?

You rubbed at your eyes, finally deciding you needed sleep. In two short days, you'd have the bonfire, where all would be revealed in reguards to the boys and their actions. The gravity of that was far too heavy to consider in this moment -- so instead, you thought of the seven familiar faces that had started occupying more and more space in your brain.

Xaden. Bodhi. Garrick. Dain. Liam. Brennan. Ridoc.

What a beautiful little carousel you'd created; one you were happy to fall asleep to, it turned out.

✧･ﾟ: *

Episode 3

[scorpioriesling]

Temptation Island - Episode 1

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Ridoc, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick x reader

Warning(s): ...none. Yet.

Summary: Four couples come to Temptation Island to test the strenght of their relationships -- relationships built on rocky foundations, that is. Will these couples survive? Will these individuals be tempted during their stay on the island, or stay true to their partners? Only readers decide -- find out what happens next in this juicy, dramatic new series!

SR’s Note: I know some of you have been WAITING for this one! I'm finally just now getting around to it, and I hope it was worth the wait. With the success the Too Hot to Handle series brought, I hope this one will be a hit too! Also, you've spoken in reguard to the series following this... I saw the polls... get ready for The Selection next (this time, featuring ACOTAR and Quicksilver too!)

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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You'd stepped off the plane hours ago, but were just finally making your way to the villa. You could see it in the distance, the way it sat so pristine atop the rolling green hills of the isle.

This is stupid, and we shouldn't be here.

The recurring thought flashed in your mind once more. Were you really going to do this? Risk your relationship over a house full of boys? Not to mention, your boyfriend would be in a house full of girls...

This is stupid. We should not. Be. Here.

"Welcome everyone! So great to finally meet you all!" A cheery man said as you approached. Other couples had already taken their seats in their respective cabanas, and you glanced at the empty one.

Guess we're really doing this.

"Nice to meet you!" Your boyfriend, ever the charmer, answered. The man, surely the host, motioned toward the empty cabana seat and then looked back to the two of you.

"It looks like you guys may be last to arrive -- please, follow me and join the others," he said, stepping onto the perfectly manicured lawn as he walked over to the group. You took a deep breath, nerves starting to get the better of you. Your boyfriend noticed this, taking your hand in his as he began walking.

"It'll be fine," he said, glancing at you and winking. "We'll get through this."

Yeah, you scoffed in your head. Like we get through everything else.

He sat first, sprawling out on the beach bedside as you smoothed your skirt underneath your legs. You could feel the eyes of the other ladies on you, and looking to your right, you realized the girl sitting there was actually smiling at you. Without thinking, you smiled back, the small gesture bringing you more comfort than you'd felt all day.

"Alright folks, lets start off with some quick introductions," the host said, clapping his hands together. "My name is Mark, and I'll be hosting you during your time on Temptation Island. I've been doing this for a few years now, and not to brag, but I have a phenominal success rate." He said, earning a few chuckles. He looked to the cabana all the way to your left, eyeing the couple sitting there.

"How about we start off with you two -- tell us your names, how long you've been together, and why you've decided to give Temptation Island a try, shall we?" He smiled warmly. "The floor is yours."

The girl on the end sat up straighter, but her boyfriend just slouched against the pillows.

"Hi everyone -- my name is Sloane," she announced, tossing her blonde braid over her shoulder. "This is my boyfriend Jack. We've been together for just over a year."

Mark nods encouragingly. "Fantastic! So tell us, why did you want to try out Temptation Island?"

Sloane raises an eyebrow, pursing her lips.

"Well, for starters, our issues run very deep in this relationship," she explains. "Jack here has anger issues, and that being paired with being unemployed-"

"Hey!" He shot up defensively. You couldn't help but flinch. "I did hold down a job for a while; a good one, too," he noted. Sloane only huffed, speaking again.

"Right... and in conjunction with all that, we got together right after he got divorced, and the issues just go on and on from there."

Jack huffed, leaning back against the pillows again. Mark nodded slowly, his eyes wide.

"Okay then... my last question to you is I guess, where do you draw the line? At what point here do you feel as though a line had been crossed, as far as getting to know the tempters and temptresses?"

Jack sat up again for this one.

"No physical shit," he said firmly. "No touching, kissing, any of that stuff."

Mark nodded in understanding.

"And, for you, Sloane? Where is your line in the sand?"

She raised an eyebrow with a small smirk.

"The same goes. The minute the physical stuff begins, I'm out."

Mark talks with them for only a minute more, and you can't help but look sidelong at Drake. He's shaking his head slowly as he gazes out at the ocean, turning to meet your eye when he realizes you've been staring at him.

They seem like they have a real solid foundation, he mouths. You chuckle, returning your attention to Mark as he moves to the second cabana.

"Alright! And, who do we have here?" He asks warmly. The couple on your left both greet him with warm smiles, holding hands as they speak.

"My name is Catriona -- Cat, for short," she explains.

"And, I'm Traeger," the male beside her introduces. His hand that's wrapped protectively around her shoulder doesn't budge, which warms your heart a little. Maybe there is still some hope out there for the world.

"Welcome to Temptation Island, you two! How long you been together?"

The guy goes quiet, but Cat speaks up.

"Three years," she answers with a smile. Mark gives them an astonished look.

"Three years! Wow," he muses, setting his hands on his hips. "So what in all these three years has brought you to Temptation Island?"

Now, it's Cat's turn to sigh. Traeger sits taller, his expression grim.

"Well Mark, at the beginning of our relationship, Cat was having a hard time settling on just one person," he explains. Cat shares in shame at Mark as Traeger continues. "She was dating a few people for a while, and now that we've established ourselves, we want to make sure we're absolutely certain of one another before tying the knot."

Mark gasps. "Marriage talk already? I like it! It shows how deeply you care for one another."

Cat smiles at that, her pearly whites shining.

"So, my last question for the two of you -- where do your limits lie?"

The two of them share a look, before Cat speaks again.

"We aren't setting any. We want this experience to be organic, and real -- we want to get all we can from it."

Mark nods excitedly.

"That sounds like a fantastic plan, and I hope the two of you get exactly what you came here looking for."

You gulp as he moves to you next, greeting you and Drake in turn.

"Hello, everybody; I'm Y/N, and this is my boyfriend of two years, Drake," you say, waving to the others. You get a few waves back, mostly from the girls. Drake nods curtly, mainly focusing on Mark.

"Nice to meet you both! So tell me -- why Temptation Island?"

Drake shrugs, not exactly offerring any words of encouragement. You sigh, straightening your spine as you prepare a response.

"Well, my main issue is that at the beginning of our relationship, Drake cheated on me." You explain. Mark nods in understanding, which is when Drake decides to speak.

"Yeah... it was not a good time for us, and it's something she's really held onto. We wanted to come here and test ourselves so hopefully we can clear the air."

Mark seems to accept that answer, as he moves on to his final question.

"That sounds like a valid reason to me -- so, limit? Do we have any?"

You prepare to speak, but Drake beats you to it.

"Absolutely no kissing. That's off the table for me," he insists. You shrug, agreeing with him.

"Same. Physical stuff would be where I draw the line."

Mark takes your words into consideration. "I think that's a very wise choice for the both of you."

He greets the last couple -- the one you were most interested in -- to your right last, and you learn their names are Violet and Halden. Violet has an unusually striking hair color, and you can see why the two may be attracted to one another. What you didn't see coming was their relationship issue.

"He's a good boyfriend, he just... he can't stay comitted. He's addicted to having threesomes," she explained, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw hit the floor, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted Sloane covering her mouth with her hand. Your host took it all in stride though, talking them through their physical limits.

"I want her to do what feels right," Halden said. "If that means finding connections with other people here, then that's what it is."

Violet looked down, a little sad he'd even suggest such a thing.

"I guess... I don't have any limits either. Besides, maybe, threesomes. None of that," she said, smiling softly. Cat chuckled from the cabana beside you, and you watched Drake as he rolled his eyes.

"Well!" Mark announced happily, addressing the group as a whole. "You all know you'll be living in separate villas with seven people of the opposite sex for two months. Every week, we'll have a bonfire to discuss the week's events and you'll get to see sneak peeks into what your partner has been doing during that time. We'll talk through what we have to, and you'll get insight on what's to come." He explained. "Also, you'll be joining others on dates, engaging in exercises, and unfortunately sending people home along the way... with a few surprises along the way, of course."

The group shared a few worries murmurs, and Drake draped an arm around you. You leaned into him, embracing his warmth for what would likely be the last time for a few weeks.

"So," he announced conspiratorially. "Are we ready to meet your temptations?"

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Hell. This was Hell, and you were sitting in it.

You didn't know why you felt so surprised; of course the girls here were beautiful. All seven of them, walking out in a single file line, the tiniest of bikinis adorned on each of them. The most surprising of all were the cords they carried; small, black and woven in their hands.

"Gentlemen, we'll start with you; each individual will introduce herself to the group, and put a single bracelet on the male she finds most attractive. Now, this is not indication of anything other than instant attraction; we're all about changing minds here on the island, but this just gives you something to work with when choosing someone for your first date tomorrow."

First date? Already?

"Let's get started, then!" Mark announced, stepping back and motioning to the first girl. She was pretty of course; but what stood out most was her purple hair. The color looked good on her, unfortunately.

"Hi guys, I'm Nadine," she said sweetly. She waved at Halden briefly, but surprisingly stepped toward Jack with an outstretched band.

"I wanted to give you this... and so much more," she said, winking at him. Jack chuckled, sitting up straighter, but you were focused on Sloane. She was staring daggers into Nadine, daring her to say more. Reguardless, the purple-headed female stepped back in line, and it repulsed you the way Jack's eyes watched her from behind.

You snuck a glance at Drake, worried already. Sure, your turn would come soon enough -- but would he actually enjoy this?

The way his eyes lit up as the next female stepped forward gave you a pretty good idea.

"Hello everyone -- I'm Mira," she said, scanning the cabanas. Her eyes landed on Drake of course, and as she came closer, your heart rate picked up. "You're cute; this is for you."

"Thanks!" Drake said, almost a little too enthusiastically. You glared at the side of his head, watching as he too gazed upon Mira's backside as she retreated.

All men are dogs, you supposed.

The next three girls were nice, and introduced themselves as Aura, Syrena, and Rhiannon. They each handed a bracelet to Halden, who had now accumulated three. He seemed particularly thrilled at the options, and excited about Aura's comment about being a former cheerleader. If you recalled, you thought she said she "wouldn't mind being tossed around". Yuck.

After them was Jesinia, who offerred a bracelet to Traeger. He accepted it, seemed unaffected by Jesinia's appearance but appreciative of her kind aura.

Last was Imogen. Oh Imogen -- she'd stand out. Her half-shaved, pink-dyed hair only did wonders for her bone structure. She strutted her perky little butt up to Drake, Bending at the waist to put on his bracelet.

"Your girlfriend is pretty," she said, smirking at you. Gracing her with a big smile, you smirked right back.

"Hmm, yeah. That's really fake."

She rolled her eyes, blowing Drake a kiss before returning to the line. Your throat felt dry, itchy even at all this -- how were you supposed to test your relationship with these eye-candies, so to speak, dangling before your boyfriend?

Mark's words were lost on you as you drowned in thought, zoning out. It was only when the ladies walked away that Drake leaned back, arms behind his head as he sighed.

"Great," he griped. "Now my favorite part."

See, this is where you came back to reality -- in front of you, seven of the sexiest, most confident men strode up in one, long, line.

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Mark gave the speech again, as though you hadn't heard it the first time. All you could focus on were the males before you; your gaze jumped from washboard ab to washboard ab as you sized them all up. To your left, you noticed Sloane sit up straighter too -- was she feeling these things, too? Feeling almost guilty, looking at these men this way?

"All right gentlemen; let's get started."

The first to step forward was a blonde male, who happened to be very cute with the brightest blue eyes.

"Hello ladies -- my name is Liam, and I'll be so happy to get to know you all." He smiled, and you couldn't help but grin back. Especially as he stepped toward you, extending a hand. You took it without thinking and shook it, which made him laugh.

"It's nice to meet you too...?"

"Y/N," you finished. He chuckled, looping the bracelet around your wrist.

"Well, Y/N -- I look forward to hanging out with you more."

You blushed as he walked back to the line, instantly feeling bad as Drake groaned and huffed beside you. He was still your boyfriend after all -- hadn't you come here to mend things with him?

Next up was this guy named Brennan. He was cute, his reddish-brown hair and freckled nose. However, you could tell he was most interested Cat; the guy practically levitated toward her to give her his bracelet. She accepted kindly, and like her counterpart, was not too swayed by his appearance.

Following him was Bodhi... and boy were you hopeful.

"My name is Bodhi, and I like to surf," he introduced. Your heart lept as he moved toward you, taking your hand in his. Those deep brown eyes were like a portal to another world -- one you could get lost in.

"Which means I have skills... in more than just one area." He said quietly, winking at you. Drake scoffed, folding his arms over his chest in frustration. Nonetheless, you smiled as Bodhi returned to the line.

"My name is Dain, and I'm very into blondes," he said, earning a chuckle from the group. "But, I'm willing to step outside my comfort zone... as long as you ladies are."

He approached Sloane quickly, and her eyebrows raised at the welcome suitor. He grinned as he fastened her bracelet, seeming to pay no mind to her fuming boyfriend beside her. As if he hadn't also recieved cords of his own?

After Dain was a tall, muscular brunette -- one of course, that was very easy on the eyes.

"Garrick," he said as way of introduction. He raised his eyebrows as he approached you, and you mockingly fanned yourself.

"Wow, another for me? Are you sure?" You asked. Garrick laughed, bending to one knee to fasten your bracelet. When he walked off, you found yourself staring after him, too.

"I'm not surprised," Drake griped. "Of course they'd all want you."

You opened your mouth to comfort him, but the tallest, most gorgeous male yet stepped forward. He grinned slyly, his dark eyes raking over the group.

"My name's Xaden," he said, his tone even. His gaze stopped on Violet and he paused, his lips parted as if to say more. He took a few timid steps toward her, a genuine smile curving his lips as he approached. Halden glared at him, clearly happy his girlfriend hadn't gotten a bracelet yet -- but Violet's face visibly lit up as he kneeled before her.

"I think I already know who I want," he said quietly. Sloane and Cat awwwed at the cuteness, especially as Violet's cheeks pinkened. Xaden stood soon after, walking back to the line where you got a glimpse of his massive back tattoo. He was attractive, that was for sure.

The last male to step forward was interesting; his dark hair hung near the base of his neck, and his muscles bouldered beneath his tanned skin. He was exceptionally cute, lopsided grin and all.

"Hi! My name is Ridoc," he beamed cheerfully. He held out the cord before him, looking to each girl in turn.

"Now, you're all gorgeous, and I wish I could give each of you a bracelet, BUT," he paused, racing toward you. He kneeled and presented the cord to you on two hands, head bowed as though he were a knight to your princess. You laughed, accepting the bangle from him.

"Why thank you, Ridoc," you gushed, and he grinned up at you. He gave your knee a small pat before jogging back to the line, standing giddily next to the others once more.

"Alright then! That concludes our introductions; gentlemen, make way to the lady's villa please, and allow our couples to say their goodbyes."

You stood quickly, looking down at Drake as he sat. His arms were still folded, brooding per usual -- but you sighed and offered him a hand.

"C'mon, you won't see me for two months; can we at least share a proper hug?"

He stood at that, releasing a breath he'd been holding. Emotion was clear behind his eyes, a million unsaid things trapped in his throat. Your eyes shone too as you realized how very real this all was -- two months, no Drake. Seven males, alone in a house.

And four of them already seemed interested in you.

"Just think about me, okay?" Drake said, pulling you in for a hug. You sighed against his chest, tears threatening your waterline. Was this all worth it? Would you actually get any clarity from this?

You pulled back, looking up at Drake and watching as a single tear fell from his left eye. You sniffled, working to keep the emotion at bay as you leaned in to kiss him one last time.

"Of course I'll think of you Drake," you promised, lacing your fingers in his. "I love you, okay?"

He sniffed, nodding as he kissed the top of your forehead.

"I love you too."

It was the last words you heard before you were pulled away, escorted to your new residence. The other girls seemed emotional too; Cat was teary eyed, Sloane was full-on sobbing... however, Violet seemed rather calm during this transition.

You looked down, your eyes catching on the mass of bracelets on your wrist. It was only day one, and you'd managed to attract four boys just today. You couldn't help but wonder, as you took step after step closer to the pristine villa atop the hill...

How many more would you connect with by the end of this whole thing? And even worse...

How were you going to choose only one for your first date tomorrow?

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Episode 2

[scorpioriesling]

Hate Loving you

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Pairing(s): Xaden x reader

Warning(s): smut, mdni, 18+, nsfw, light angst, fluff

Summary: Your usual routine with your sworn enemy becomes a little more complicated as time passes... especially when an arranged marriage is on the table.

SR’s Note: Um... enemies to lovers? We love it? @sheblogs had a great idea for a part 2 to this story, so here it is! I'd reccomend reading part 1 first, so you're all caught up. Hugs and kisses! xo

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Love Hating You

Basgiath was colder than you'd imagined; so cold infact, your warm breaths could be seen before you, small wisps of steam against the bitter winter air.

You followed closely behind the king, taking two steps to keep up with his one. The group was silent, walking in uniform formation -- so silent that you were sure the others would hear the racing of your heart, if you were not careful.

"Halt!" King Tecarus raised a hand. Everyone immediately stopped, waiting for the next direction. The King turned, signaling for the few soldiers to enter first.

"I want the trained to enter with me," he announced, then motioned to the other half of the group. "The rest of my counsel will meet with the principal, as well as a few trusted advisors to discuss our trade agreement."

Everyone nods and begins on their way. You look to the King, quickly approaching him before he can turn to walk away.

"And for me, Sir?" You asked. He turned sharply, his familiar frown greeting you in answer.

"You're headed down to the artillery room," he says matter-of-factly. "Isn't that why you demanded to come?"

You nodded, trying your best to convince him and yourself of your role here.

"Absolutely sir," you said, nodding in salute. He relaxed a little, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

"There's a reason I allowed you to come, and not Catriona." He said softly. Your throat bobbed, registering the implication. You'll get the job done, he seemed to say. My neice wouldn't.

With that, you assured him you'd see to it that all of the weapons were delivered, and went on your way.

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The artillery room was packed when you got there. Men scrambled from box to box, unloading empty wooden crates and piling machienery onto the backs of Cordyn's armored trucks. You looked from box to box, ensuring all weapons were delivered in full. Once verified, the trucks departed, making their way back to Krovla.

Your brow furrowed as you approached the last truck. You seached the boxes, realizing a few weapons were missing. Groaning, you turned to the attendant nearest you -- a dark haired male with tanned skin. You nearly did a double-take; the striking resemblance between him and Xaden was...

"Hey!" You called, approaching him quickly. He turned to look up at you, pausing his current unboxing task and placing his hands on his hips. His cheeks were flushed red, likely from the bitter cold. He sniffled before answering you.

"Can I help you?" He said. You gestured to the last remaining truck, brows raising in question.

"Uh, yeah," you said matter-of-factly. "The last truck. We're supposed to have three boxes of long blades -- there's only one in there."

He looked plainly at you, his eyes cataloging every one of your features. Your brows narrowed, and you opened your mouth to demand an explaination but he beat you to it.

"I was told that truck was to recieve only one box," he explained calmly. You laughed humorlessly, folding your arms across your chest.

"Yeah, that makes sense -- we can supply an entire army with just one box," you said. The male shrugged, shaking his head.

"I just do what I'm told."

"Yeah?" You asked, steppikng closer. "And, who exactly is telling you, huh? Becaused my orders come directly from the King, and he specifically said-"

"Y/N," he said, his eyes widening. "You're Y/N... aren't you."

You paused your rampage, your brows knitting.

"Yeah, and?"

The male laughed, dropping his head as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. When he looked up at you again, there was pure delight in his eyes.

"I've been told a whole lot about you," he said slowly, grinning like a child on Christmas. "You're the girl he's so crazy about." You started to get angry, wondering who the Hell was walking around this place talking about you of all people.

"Oh really? And, may I ask what exactly you've heard?"

He shrugged. "Good and bad. Mostly good, I guess, though my cousin's judgement is sometimes questionable-"

In that moment you lunged for him, grabbing him by the shirt collar and bringing his face inches before yours. His eyes flew wide in surprise.

"Ow! Hey-"

"Who. Is. This, Cousin?" You asked lowly. The brunette simply gulped, and you fisted his shirt tighter. "WHO?"

"Okay! Okay," he relented, holding his hands up in surrender. "His name is Xaden -- you know him? Xaden Riorson?"

Your blood ran cold, and in that instant you dropped the kid. No wonder they looked so much alike -- they were related.

You should've known. Should've known you'd run into something like this.

Behind you, the truck's engine revved, preparing for departure. Surely, the King would reem you for not getting all the supplies negotiated for -- but now, you knew who was responsible for it.

You stormed out of the area, pushing past anyone who got in your way. Most of the males in the room gave you odd looks as you thundered past -- you didn't care. There was only one objective, one male on your mind.

And Gods help him if he didn't know you had arrived. Soon, youd ensure he would.

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You'd stormed through the doors of the main building, ignoring the students walking from one class to the next. If Xaden was here, you'd be sure to find him -- it was only a matter of time.

Walking the halls, you passed door after door, inspecting the nameplates as you went; Duvera, Kaori, Emmetario. Scoffing, you continued on, as surely he wouldn't be in a professor's office as a student himself.

It took damn near a half an hour until the halls had cleared, and the silence stretched. You were grateful for it, as you could make out which rooms were in use and which ones weren't. It was warmer inside the building, that you were also grateful for -- that was, until you approached an unmarked door. The voices inside talked in heated discussion, and you slowed your steps.

Approaching slowly, you inched toward the cracked open doorway, recognizing a few of the voices inside.

"This would be a fruitful allegiance, both for Cordyn and Navarre." That one was definately King Tecarus'.

"Fruitful, yes -- but would it even make sense?" This one, you'd also heard before. It sounded an awful lot like one of the Tyrrish court members that visited alongside Xaden when he came to Cordyn.

You leaned in, straining your hearing as the argument ensued.

"Who cares about sense," a woman's voice sounded. "Think of what's best for the school!"

"I'm not being married off despite my own wishes for a damn school, General."

That one, was unmistakenly Xaden's. Your brows narrowed as you took in what he was saying, realizing your artillery dispute may have to wait.

"But just think of the opportunity it'd bring you -- it'd bring to Tyrrendor too!" The King exclaimed. A few others commented as well, their reactions all mixed.

"You should be grateful the King is willing to strike an alliance with you," the General chastized. "You were born a rebel, after all. This at least would do youe father some justice."

There was a scuffle, and you jumped as Xaden's shouting echoed through the hallway.

"DON'T YOU SAY A WORD ABOUT MY FATHER!" He exclaimed. You cupped a hand over your mouth, realizing the general he was speaking to was in fact General Sorrengail. If you were remembering the words in your history book correctly -- she didn't take kindly to members of the rebellion.

"Xaden! Please!" Another male pleaded. "Let's keep this civil."

You heard his sigh, and dared to peek around the corner. You couldn't see much through the small crack, but you did see movement in the room.

"The best way of doing that is marrying my niece," King Tecarus interjected. "She's a wonderful girl, really. She'll make a great ruler. All you'd have to do is-"

"I'm not doing that," Xaden replied, his tone lethal. "I won't be marrying anyone, unless it's for the sake of love."

Your blood ran cold. Marriage? To Catriona?

All the thoughts inside your head began to swim. Was the King serious? They weren't even dating -- sure, your friend had hinted at her interest in the Tyrrish male, but they didn't even know one another! How did the King expect marriage from him? And for what, the sake of uniting the two provinces?

You realized you were breathing harder, heavier. This couldn't be happening. Xaden could not be engaged to Cat. After all that had happened between the two of you...

The door flew open in an instant, and you jumped back so fast you stumbled and fell on your ass. Lo and behold, Xaden burst through the door, shadows leaping and dancing as he strode out. He noticed you instantly, watching as he scrambled to your feet. The rage in his eyes flared as he registered your face, instantly gripping your arm and yanking you to your feet.

"What. The fuck. Are you doing here." He said, more as a demand than a question. You glared at him, attempting and failing to wrench your arm free.

"Actually, I came here to berate you for giving your cousin such a rediculous order reguarding our weapons supply -- but now, I suppose I'm here to merely congradulate you." Your tone was icy, amused even -- but Xaden bought none of it.

The golden flecks in those eyes intensified as he stared down at you, both confused and still angry.

"What the Hell are you talking about?"

Behind him, an unknown male peeked through the doorway, cupping his hands around his mouth as he called out.

"Xaden, please come back. We have more to discuss!"

Xaden didn't even glance at him as he gripped your arm tighter, tugging you along with him as he strode down the hallway and opened the doors to the rear stairwell.

"Bad idea coming here," he growled, yanking you along with him as he took two steps at a time. You tripped, working to keep up but also trying to deny everything you'd just heard.

"Really, bad, fucking, idea."

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"Tell me again why the fuck you're here," Xaden demanded, pushing you through the doorway and slamming it behind him.

You scoffed. "What, is it so hard for you to believe the King brought me to ensure weapons delivery?" Xaden loosed a harsh breath through his nose, striding across the room in the direction of his desk. "You think that, what, because I'm a girl, I can't handle it?"

Xaden barked out a laugh, pressing his palms into the wooden top of his workspace.

"I don't doubt it for a minute, actually -- you're really good at arguing," he said, though it came off more as a backhanded compliment.

"So why only give us one box of-"

"That's not why you're really here," he insisted, cutting you off as he stood straight again. "You came here for something else, and I want to know what it is."

You huffed, looking anywhere but him. FInally able to take in your surroundings, you realized you were in a dorm room. His, for that matter. The black silken sheet bed, the reports in a neat pile on his bedside table... this was surely his room.

Turning to him again, you were forced to consider what you'd known all along. You couldn't believe how easy it was for him to figure out, how he could see right through you -- but with him, it seemed he would be able to read you like a book on any given day.

"I ... I'm not sure what I thought would happen. Me coming here, I mean." You admitted quietly. He took a step toward you, his dark presence intimidating had you not known him so well. You stared up at him for a moment, before facing the sad truth that was now becoming your reality.

"It doesn't really matter though why I came -- it's clear that in nine months, you'll be married. To my best friend."

The silence that followed was capapble of swallowing you whole. Xaden didn't move, he just stood there, brooding as you stared at the floor. Neither of you knew what to say, how to put the words you wanted into sentences to be said out loud.

He broke it finally, his voice quiet when he spoke.

"I'm not marrying Catriona." He said. You hated the way the tears came, so fast and threatening you started blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. Your breath caught in your throat when your hand was taken in his, your gaze following as he lifted it and placed it on his chest. Beneath your fingertips, you felt his heart, beating so fast it would win a race had it been in one.

"It sounds like the most logical option to me," you countered, still trying to make sense of it yourself. "She's in line for the throne, Xaden. She's royal by blood and-"

"And I said. I'm not. Marrying. Her." He said, voice clipped. You stared up into his eyes, trying to read the answers hidden in them.

"But why?" You whispered, your voice breaking. He tilted his chin down then, inching his face toward yours. You swallowed hard, trying to save yourself from the impending heartbreak you were sure was to come.

"I'm not in love with her," he whispered, his lips a featherlight touch against yours. Your skin ignited in every place the two of you touched, set ablaze by the flame burning between the two of you. Every night you'd gone to bed in denial, every heartache you swore wasn't tied to his absence... you couldn't deny it any longer. For every insult, every eye-roll, every harsh word you threw at him -- you wanted him. Needed his presence, craved his attention. And for all that mattered, you knew a marriage between him and your best friend would absolutely shatter you.

You leaned in right then, pressing your lips to his. The touch was light and warm -- not as desperate and hungry as the last time. Reguardless, this was only the second time you'd kissed; and you'd be damned not to make it last.

Parting your lips, you silently asked for more -- more of him, more of this. These were the moments you could never rid yourself of, the moments you hated to love sharing with him. He obliged, his lips parting as he kissed you back. His hands found your waist, sliding around your hips and settling on your lower back. You reached both hands up, tangling your fingers in the onyx strands near the base of his neck as you lost yourself in him. In his touch, in his taste, his smoke and shadow scent -- you craved it all.

"This, is a, bad idea" you said between kisses. He tugged you closer in response, clutching you to him as though he'd crumble without you. He breathed deeply before answering, only pulling back an inch before kissing you again.

"You're full of bad ideas," he whispered, and you genuinely smiled. Your heart leaped as he cupped both hands under your ass, lifing you with ease. You giggled, for once not scolding yourself for the sound, and sighed as he laid you gently on his bed. You stared up at him, his eyes round with emotion.

"I don't think I've ever appreciated how beautiful you are," he said softly. The tears that had sat on your waterline threatened to spill over, ecpecially as he continued to admire you from above. "You're the most exquisite thing I think I've ever seen."

A single tear slipped free, and he was quick to catch it. You sniffled as you looked up at him, a small, sad smile on his face.

"Xaden Riorson... don't tell me you're going soft now," you teased, though emotion coated every word you spoke. A small smile tilted his lips as his fingers worked, undoing your pants and tugging them down. He unlaced your boots, then pulled off your socks... underwear next. You helped by removing your sweater and bra, and when he was finally undressed before you -- you realized you'd never felt so bare in front of him.

His gaze roamed over your body as he stood between your knees, his eyes softer than you'd ever seen. As he leaned in, a single kiss was placed to your lips -- one that lingered, one given as a reminder.

You tensed as he positioned himself at your entrance, not engaging in any wild foreplay or torture as the two of you usually did. This time, his actions were slow, meaningful.

"I'd only ever be soft towards you," he promised, sliding his cock inside of you. You gasped, the awaited feeling bringing you instant pleasure after being denied it for so long. "Though, you get me pretty damn hard, I'll tell you that."

You lauguhed, loud and bellious as he smiled down at you, joining in on your chuckling. It warmed your heart to see him smile, really smile like this -- even if it was while being buried inside of you.

He breathed slow as he thrust in and out of you, his pace more restrained than you'd ever experienced. His eyes never left yours, watching and studying your face as though this was the last time he'd see it. Your hands gripped his shoulders, holding on for support as his braced your hip and tangled in your hair.

"I... I love you," he said quietly. Your cheeks flushed, not quite believing what you just heard. His gaze turned worried when you said nothing, and though he brought you immense pleasure, you eventually found your words.

"I love you, Xaden Riorson," you whispered, leaning up to engage him in a passionate kiss. You pulled back, still leaning up to speak directly against his lips.

"I think I've always loved you. I don't know," your breath caught as the tears came again. "I don't know how I'd ever be able to stop."

He sighed as his forehead pressed against yours, drawing in every soft moan you let out as he continued making love to you. It wasn't until you opened your eyes again that you noticed the wetness on his lower lashes, too. You reached up a shaking hand, placing it on his cheek as you wiped away at his sorrow.

He opened his eyes, looking at you once more.

"I still have to convince myself you're real," he said, the hand he had tangled in your hair moving to touch your cheek as well. "You're probably the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I was too stupid to do anything about it."

You gasped as he rubbed against your sweet spot, one he's known and got used to over the last few years. You smiled softly, placing both hands on his shoulders once more.

"You are stupid," you joked, giggling at the way he frowned at you. You leaned in again, softly kissing at his jaw. "But you're mine."

He grunted, his grip on your waist tightening. He thrusted harder into you, drawing out your pleasure until the last possible second before sending you tumbling over the edge. He followed right behind you, gasping as he released himself within you. The two of you stayed there, one on top of the other for a while, just looking into the other's eyes. It wasn't for a while until he pulled himself out of you, opting to lay beside you and tuck you into his chest instead. You had nearly drifted off, his warmth wrapped around you reminding you how tired you'd grown afte the day's events. He kissed your forehead, over and over as the two of you fell asleep there, a quiet comfort amidst your world's constant chaos.

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[scorpioriesling]

Love Me Anyway

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Pairing(s): Garrick x reader

Warning(s): fluff, smut, 18+, mdni, nsfw

Summary: Your boyfriend is easily jealous, especially when threatened by a fellow rider. Matters are only made worse when those threats come when he's not always around; and, you're wearing next to nothing.

SR’s Note: This was a request from @bookofriverr, and I hope I've done it well for you! I incorporated fluff and smut, trying to encompass all parts of the ask. This was the original request: "Can you do one where Garrick and reader are together and he gets jealous about a friend and he does something about it and however else you want to go about it? It can be smut or fluffy." Enjoy!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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The sun was warm and high in the sky, the sounds of your friends laughter bringing a smile to your face. You'd smiled many times during this trip, and hearing that wonderful, joyous sound brought a grin to your lips each time.

You'd taken the lounger near the entrance to the pool, shaded by Hedotis' vibrant green palms. A wide-brim sunhat flops lazily across your forehead, sheilding you from the island's scorching sun.

"Y/L/N!"

You heard the familiar voice, tilting your sunglasses down in favor of looking to the male more closely. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut as he approached, shaking his black hair out like a dog.

"Ridoc! Seriously?" You complained, dropping your book to the opposite side of your lounger in hopes it wouldn't get wet. Your lifelong friend chuckled, his teeth gleaming white against his sun-tanned skin.

"Yes, seriously -- it's been two hours. You told me to remind you, remember?" He said, raising an eyebrow. You looked up at him, confused before the realization dawned on you.

"Oh! Right," you exclaimed. Novel abandoned in the sand, you reached for your beach bag. Rhiannon, Sawyer, and Imogen continued their playful pool banter as you dug through the burlap sack, relieved when your fingers finally closed around the aluminum can.

You stood, holding up the sunscreen as though it were a trophy.

"Ta-da!" You exclaimed. Ridoc laughed, snatching the bottle from you and circling his index finger.

"Turn -- let me get your back."

You obliged, turning to face the palace as you swooped your hair over a shoulder. Barely noticing the cream being hastily rubbed in, you gazed at the glassy panes of the isle epicenter, a million thoughts racing through your mind. Was Garrick still in there, speaking with the group leaders and the Hedotis royals? Were they agreeing to the trade proposals?

Was he safe?

Two other familiar voices caught you off guard as they entered the pool area, and you turned sharply to spot Violet and Xaden strolling in, hand-in-hand. You waved a hand, the gesture reciprocated by the female.

"Violet! Hey!" You called in greeting. Ridoc grumbled behind you, muttering something about your movements and 'missing a spot'. You weren't bothered -- instead, you continued looking around for your boyfriend.

Finding no sign of him, you sighed, your shoulders drooping. Ridoc moved to stand before you again, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Ya want me to do the front, too?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You scoffed, hitting him in the shoulder as his playful laughter continued. When he stood to his full height again though, his face fell as he gazed just beyond your shoulder.

"There's no need for that, Gamlyn. Thanks."

A shiver ran down your spine at the authoritative tone, one you'd only ever heard him use in training or battle. Ridoc simply nodded, scurrying off toward the pool once more. You turned then, your breath catching in your throat at the male standing behind you.

No matter how many years had passed, and how long you'd been officially dating -- the sight of a hot and bothered, shirtless, Garrick, would always send you into orbit. You jaw hung open, and your insides flipped when he stepped closer. Bridging the gap between the two of you, he placed a quick kiss to your lips.

"Sorry it took so long," he muttered as he pulled away. You stared up into his warm brown eyes, wondering how you ever denied this man.

"I-It's okay," you stuttered, your cheeks pinkening. "I mean, I've just been sittin' around. Reading," you explained. He sat in the lounger beside you, and you quickly kneeled to reclaim your position on yours. His gaze found the discarded paperback, and he quickly scooped it up. As he did, a photo fell from the pages -- one you'd been using as a bookmark.

"Dark Lover, J.R. Ward," he mused, reading the front cover. His eyebrow raised as he looked at you again, watching as you shook the sandy photo. "What's this one about?"

You grumbled, dusting off the picture and snatching the tome from him.

"Nothing you'd like, I can promise you that." You snipped. His gaze refocused on the picture between your fingers, a small smile coming to his face at the sight of it.

"Is that... did I take that?" He asked. You couldn't help the smile threatening your lips, stretching to a near full-on grin as you turned it over to him to look at.

"It is," you confirmed, your heart warming at the memory. "It was the night on the flight field, when I-"

"...finally said yes to being my girlfriend," Garrick finished, mirroring your blush. He looked to you again, grinning as he handed back the picture.

"I'm surprised you kept it," he admitted, tilting his head in thought. "That must have been... two? Three years-?"

"Three," you confirmed, stuffing both the book and photo / bookmark back into your bag. Garrick nodded, recalling every attempt he'd made prior to that night, only to be turned down time and time again. You half-listened, getting distracted by your friends playing chicken in the pool. Ridoc bellowed as he was shoved from Sawyer's shoulders, landing in the water with a cartoonish splash. You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand -- the small action made Garrick go rigid.

"Gar, maybe we should go join," you suggested, standing and rounding your beach chair. "It looks like Violet and Xaden are up next-"

You squealed in surprise as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you onto his lap. You tumbled backward, landing atop his thighs -- and giggled again when he peppered the side of your neck with kiss after kiss.

"Stay here," he pleaded, his fingertips pressing against your skin. You laughed, leaning back against his muscled chest. He eventually got his fill of neck pecks, settling you comfortably between his thighs instead. You shook your head, turning to look sidelong at him.

"You're insufferable, Garrick Tavis," you chastized. He winked at you, his hand moving to tilt your chin up so he could kiss your lips. You sighed into him again, asking yourself once more why you ever denied this man.

"But, you still love me anyway."

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After the sun had finally set, and everyone had departed from the royal feast offered for dinner, it seemed the squad had come to the same conclusion; bonfire.

You sat before it now, a small circle of chattering friends just beyond the pool's edge. The embers cracked and fizzled before you, sending plumes of light into the otherwise dark night sky. You were tucked comfortably into Garrick's side, warmth encompassing you through the thick material of his flight jacket.

"Alright alright alright," Sawyer announced, standing and getting the group's attention. "Truth or dare."

The group shared a mix of delighted sounds a few groans -- Garrick being one of the groaners. Violet looked to you as she tipped up a fizzy drink, a look of knowing in her eyes. Surely, Xaden wasn't a huge fan of the party game either.

"Who wants to go first?" Sawyer asked. Rhiannon sipped from her mixed drink before raising a confident hand.

"I'll go," she offered, burping as she set down her cup. A few squadmates chuckled as Sawyer rubbed his chin in faux-contemplation.

"All right, Rhi; truth? Or dare?"

And that was how the night began, friends daring and asking the craziest of things while gulping Hedotis alcohol. The palace staff had come to replenish the group's beverages more than once, and by nearly ten o'clock, there were more than a few woozy guests. Even Garrick had loosened up a bit, which made you less anxious.

"Okay -- Ridoc, truth or dare?" Violet slurred. Ridoc chuckled, rubbing his hands together before the fire.

"C'mon, you know me -- dare."

Violet raised a cocky eyebrow, the words on the tip of her tongue.

"I dare you to kiss someone in the group," she spoke, hiccuping as a laugh bubbled in her throat. "Anyone."

You felt Garrick tense beside you, and you placed a reassuring hand on his knee. In that moment, Ridoc's eyes were on you, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"I can't," he said, his eyes flickering back to Violet. "Her boyfriend would murder me."

Garrick's fingers curled, his bicep wrapped around you flexing. You sat stick-straight, not daring to move an inch. Ridoc looked to you again, tossing you a wink. Suddenly, your boyfriend's breath was hot on your ear.

"He's right -- I will kill him," Garrick threatened, and you turned to try and catch his eye.

"Shh, hey, it's okay; you don't have to-"

"Ughhhh, fine," Violet groaned. Rhiannon chuckled, finding this situation full of humor. What she didn't realize was how unhinged your boyfriend was about to get.

"Ridoc, you go then."

He shrugged. "Fine by me. Y/N, you've barely been picked on tonight; truth or dare?"

Garrick loosed a harsh breath through his nose, his anger palpable. However, you tired of his temper, the rage he felt when your friends so much as looked at you -- that would all come to an end tonight.

"Dare," you said defiantly. A few group members gasped, and Ridoc broke out into a sly grin.

"Okay, dare it is," he began, standing. "I dare you to come jump in the pool with me. Right now."

Your eyes widened. The pool area was pitch black, save for a few lights along the stone path. He couldn't be serious.

"Seriously?" You asked, but the way he was stripping down to his trunks once more was all the confirmation you needed.

"Seriously." He assured, crossing the circle to offer you a hand. Garrick drew in concentrated breath after breath beside you, working to reign in his anger. You stood nonetheless, tugging his jacket from your shoulders. A chill ran through you, the bare-skin feeling exposed to the chilly night air. In that moment, you regretted the lack of padding in your swimsuit -- especially when you clocked Ridoc's stare.

Garrick was going to lose his shit.

"Let's go then," you challenged, tossing your shorts in the sand. Ridoc shrugged, offering you a hand as the two of you waded through the sand toward the pool once more. It was dark, and chilly, and the rustling in the nearby bushes had you leaning into Ridoc's side. His abdomen flexed as he chuckled, wrapping a comforting arm around you.

"I think I figured out why your boyfriend hates me so much," he said, his words sounding more slurred than they had at the bonfire. The two of you reached the edge of the pool, and you stared down into the blackness of the deepest part of it.

"Why's that?" You asked. A few of your friends faces came into view, coming to watch as the two of you took the cold plunge. Without another word, Ridoc grasped your hand in his, and jumped in.

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"Gar, I just think you're being a little rediculous."

"Rediculous?" Garrick whirled on you incredulously, his eyes wild. "You really think another man taking my girlfriend for a late-night dip in the pool is acceptable?" He griped, and you frowned at him.

"Garrick, it was a dare." You reminded him. Your head swam, especially after being carried up all those stairs. And with the amount you'd drank...

"Yeah," he said lowly, rounding the bed and ripping off his shirt. "A targeted one."

You blew out a breath, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress. You stared across it at him, watching as he angrily undressed himself.

"Garrick, Ridoc is my friend. I know you don't like it, but it's something you just need to accept," you reasoned. The cool temperature of the interior guest room had your nipples hardening beneath your soaked bikini top -- that, or it was the intense stare your boyfriend fixed you with.

"I think sometimes he needs reminding that you're just a friend," he griped, climbing atop the mattress. His fingers dug into your waist as he pulled you on top of him, a wave of heat coursing through you at the action. You paused as he situated you atop his lap, gazing down at the hot and bothered male.

"Baby," you said softly, bending at the waist as your lips inched closer to his. "Whether he's my friend, or nothing to me at all -- you're the most important to me. I love you."

He sighed and shook his head, his hands working behind your back to undo the thin tie of your bikini. You sucked in a breath when he tore it off of you, untying your bottoms next.

"We'll give him a reminder anyway."

You winced as he entered you, a swift motion as he helped you sit up straight. You jaw fell as he thrust lightly, his cock twitching within your walls.

"Oh Gods... Garrick-"

You squeaked as his hand reached up, pawing at one of your breasts. His fingers toyed with your hardened peak, tugging and playing as you whimpered atop him.

"You're so... perfect, baby," he grunted, increasing the speed of his thrusts. "Looked so good all day -- and now, you're mine all night."

Your eyes rolled back as he planted his feet flat on the floor, the leverage allowing him to ram his cock up into you. You gasped meweling over the way he fucked you. Usually, he was slower, gentler with you as though he thought you'd break; tonight, you were his to take.

Leaning forward, you braced your hands on his chest, allowing him to thrust at a new angle. It was so deep you couldn't help but cry out, immediately silencing yourself after. Garrick's wild eyes met yours, his lips parting as he spoke.

"Go on, scream for me baby -- want everyone in this Gods damned palace to know you're mine."

You moaned, loud and repeated as his hands found your waist again. Not only was he driving himself deep into you, but now he was rocking your hips up and down, meeting his thrusts halfway.

"G-Garrick," you cried, the sensation feeling too much. He panted as he fucked you, his cock lurching as he began to slow. Your head swam; the alcohol, the sensations, the cold plunge that did nothing for your headspace.

"Garrick, please... oh fuck, Garrick-"

You came hard, crying out as you gripped his length. He groaned, pushing you flush against his hips as he came as well, his cum pooling warm and low inside of you. You panted, both of you suddenly exhausted and excited just the same. He gently rolled you off of him, laying you delicately beside him as his arm reached to lay beneath your head. The two of you were quiet for a while, so long that you had been sure he'd fallen asleep; but then, he spoke.

"I want everyone to be clear that you're mine; you're my girlfriend."

You turned, meeting his eye in the dim palace light. He held you with a sincere stare, one that squeezed your heart and warmed your insides all the same.

"Garrick, I love you -- I think everyone knows it," you assured, reaching to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. His palm rested against your cheek, his thumb stroking over the apple of it. He sighed, looking away before lazily meeting your eye once more.

"And I love you; I just can't stand the thought of loosing you, Y/N. You're everything to me."

Your heart swelled as he hugged you close to his chest, all the emotion in there seeming to rise to the surface. You nuzzled in, allowing his hand to stroke through your hair.

"And you're everything to me, Gar. That'll never change."

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[scorpioriesling]

but what about a poly smut/ angst fic with violet and xaden with female reader ? would love it

Blinding Love

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Pairing(s): Xaden x Violet x reader

Warning(s): smut, mdni, 18+, angst, arguing, light injury

Summary: After a knock-down, drag-out fight with the two people you love most, the three of you are able to come to a mutual understanding. Not only with eachother, but also with yourself -- at the end of the day, it's your blinding love for one another that will prevail.

SR’s Note: Only thing I have to say is... happy pride month, everyone! Much love to all, and thank you once again for your patience as I work through all of my requests and WIPs. xoxo

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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You paced nervously, your pointer finger and thumb pinching your chin. What could be taking them so long? They'd left nearly two hours ago -- surely, Panchek didn't have that much to say.

Sighing, you sat on the corner of your bed, deciding to redirect your worry toward something else. You reached beneath the covers, your fingers searching for the familiar hoop -- if you couldn't see them right now, you might as well work on your sewing and at least do something productive.

You'd barely run the needle and thread through the fabric before your two favorite people burst through the doors. Your eyes lit up, excitement welling as you caught sight of them. The excitement was short-lived, however; the two were in a shouting match as they thundered into the room.

"YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO BRING IT UP, VI," Xaden roared. Violet scoffed, charging through the doorway after him.

"What in Dunne's name did you expect? For me to just let the Colonel speak for us? Are you really, of all people, okay with something like that?"

Your eyes widened as you stared between them, watching Xaden's cheeks redden and the vein in Violet's forehead pulse.

"Oh don't act like that's what I'm saying; it's not, and you know that," he griped, dropping the bag he carried from his back to the floor. It landed louder than you'd expected, and you jumped at the sound. Violet payed no mind as the threw her hands in the air.

"I never know exactly what you're saying, Xaden! I can't always tell what you mean or what you're thinking -- you forget, not everyone can read minds like you," she spat. Xaden's eyes widened as she crossed her arms gruffly, and at that you stood from the bed.

"Violet! Why would you say such a thing so... loud?" You glanced at the still-open doorway, thanking all the Gods that no one was passing by. "You know such a thing could get him killed-"

"Yeah? And what happens if he gets you killed?" She sneered. "Did you consider that, maybe, I'm fighting for you right now?"

Your head reared back as though she'd just slapped you.

"W-what?" You asked quietly, turning to look at Xaden. His gaze was downcast, and damn near shameful. Violet laughed humorlessly.

"Yeah! Go ahead, ask him -- ask him why, of all the meetings we've had with leadership, this one was so damn hard for him to defend you at." She glared at the male. "Go on; ask."

Your eyes roved over the male's face, contorted with discomfort. He looked angry with his furrowed brow -- but beneath that hard exterior, you could sense something wasn't sitting right with him.

"Xaden?"

He glanced up at your whisper of his name, his eyes watery. You'd never seen your boyfriend cry, and you hadn't suspected today would be the first. That look, that one look though -- it had your heart aching for him.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, every word measured and calculated.

"Panchek called the meeting with leadership to discuss this week's assignments," he began quietly. Violet stood firm, her arms still crossed as she studied him. "They wanted to go over rotations, and... who would be leaving the vale for the outer posts."

He paused, and Violet shrugged.

"Yep. Go on," she urged. He glared as her, continuing his explaination.

"Panchek's idea was to send a few of the third years out to Hedotis. He wanted riders with more experience to go, thinking they'd be able to better withstand the flight." He continued. Violet shook her head slowly.

"Yeah, which makes the most sense," she interrupted. You looked to her again, meeting her pleading stare. "We should send the most experienced riders. Especially ones without ties to that region-"

"Anyway," Xaden took control of the conversation again. "When he considered sending Dain, Bodhi, and Imogen, I knew that was going to be a disaster. So, I forged an idea I thought would be best."

Violet's hands balled into fists. "A stupid idea! Xaden, your mother is not exactly at the top of any of our lists right now-"

"Which you so kindly reminded Colonel Aetos of -- thanks again for that," he bellowed. "That's why the prick was so quick to agree with me, all because you couldn't keep your mouth shut-"

"I was trying to change their minds!" She shreiked. Your eyes began to well with tears, watching them fight like this. However, you stood frozen as they continued settling the score before you, nothing but a small whimper coming from you.

"Guys, please that's enough-"

Violet continued. "You can't tell me for one second you truly believe that the three of us should go instead-"

"I think we're more than prepared to go!" Xaden's voice rose in octave. "Y/N's been honing her signet, you're one of the strongest women in the wing, and you've got me-"

"Oh yeah, right," Violet griped, matching his pitch. "We have you, so we'll be fine. Sure! Again, I bring up the fact that Y/N's never actually fought yet-"

"I said ENOUGH!"

Both parties gasped and covered their heads as wind blew forcefully through the window panes, shattering the glass and scattering it across the floor. You remained still, knowing this would happen; and you'd been in a relationship with the other two that you'd figured they'd know it, too.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked to neither of them in particular, breathing heavily as tears began to run down your cheeks. Both of them turned to look up at you, and in that instant you registered the small cuts the glass had left on the both of them.

"You both are always making decisions for me, deciding what I am and are not capable of, and speaking for me in that sense too." You said defiantly. Violet's lips parted, and Xaden only gazed up at you shamefully. They both remained quiet as the wind ripped through the room, sending your embroidery to the floor as well as the various papers strewn about.

Sniffling, you quickly reached to wipe your tears, not feeling guilty for the hurt on both of their faces.

"You need to understand I am a person too -- just because I can't weild lightning," you looked to Violet. "And I'm not the Duke of Tyrrendor," you looked to Xaden again, who dropped his head. "It doesn't mean my words are any less; not in life-threatening discussions, or any discussions for that matter."

You turned, a fresh wave of emotion coursing through you. Behind you, the sound of Violet moving to stand was heard, her boots crunching on the shattered glass as she chased after you.

The bathroom door was tossed open in an instant, and you stepped inside. Her hand braced the wood before you could shove it closed, and you met her worried gaze as she stared at you.

"Please Y/N, we just want you safe-"

"I need to shower."

It was all the explaination you offered, your tone clipped, as you shut the door behind you.

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The water had been running for fifteen minutes before the door opened again. The bliss you'd allowed yourself to enjoy was halted, a cool breeze brushing past the doorway and beyond the curtain of warmth you'd been enjoying.

"Ugh - go away," you grumbled, letting the stream of wet run over your face. Your tears had been since washed away, your mind beginning to clear a little. But, instead of leaving, the curtain was drawn back, the familiar greenish gray eyes gazing to you once more. You rolled your own, turning your back to the curtain.

"I don't want to talk right now."

Violet didn't seem to care as she stepped onto the tiled floor behind you. The curtain rod squeaked as she tugged the fabric back into place, and in a moment you felt her ragged, uneven breaths hitting the back of your neck.

"Fine. Let's not talk."

You loosed a sigh as her fingers brushed your skin, cold to the touch at the tips. She must not have weilded today as your usual concern for her singed digits wasn't present this time. Her touch began at your waist, her fingers brushing over the dampened skin; that was, before her hands travelled around your front, stroking up and down your abdomen.

Though you still had so many words, so much to say not only to your girlfriend but to Xaden too -- this was what you needed. This was your temporary fix.

Your lips parted as her palms rested beneath your breasts, the cool touch causing your nipples to harden. Her lips came next, gently kissing the side of your neck as her hands travelled further north, cupping and kneading you as you leant into her.

Water fell around the two of you like a curtain, trailing over your collarbone and running down the valley of your breasts as her hair was drenched in turn. Her kisses became harder, needier -- and when you turned to face her suddenly, looking right into her eyes, you could see it. She needed this too.

Feeling more confident, she pressed you against the shower wall, her thigh slotting between your parted knees. The silky smoothness of her skin elicited fire as it pressed just right against your core, and she smiled softly as a breathy moan escaped your lips. Her hands left your upper body in favor of sliding slowly to your ass, cupping a cheek in either hand. Her fingers guided you, pressing your hips forward and back as you began moving them in time with her.

Your eyes fell shut as you continued rocking your hips against her leg, and she chuckled softly at the way your jaw hung open. She leaned in, her lips to your neck once more as one hand reached to pinch and roll over your nipple. You gasped sharply as the pending sensation within you threatened release, especially with the added friction of her fingertips against your chest.

"Vi..." you breathed, your hands reaching to brace her shoulders. Her teeth came fast and sharp, biting lightly near the column of your throat. You squeaked at the delightful sting, your release coiling near the base of your spine.

"Let go for me," she whispered, her suggestion sending you over the edge. Your eyes widened as you released upon her thigh, your lower half shaking as the sensation coursed through you. You clutched her shoulders, gasping as you rode out your high -- but, even then she didn't stop.

"I want you in our bed," she panted, leaning down to take your other nipple in her mouth. You moaned, loud this time, and shook harder as her palm cupped your leaking cunt. "Now. Please," she added, her pleading eyes looking to you once again. You nodded, reaching behind you to shut the water off. In seconds, the two of you had toweled off, stepping out one after another and making for the doorway.

The sight before you had you halting in your tracks, emotion swelling in you once more. The glass that had scattered around the room had been completely picked up, a small pile of it lay atop your shared vanity. Next to it, a fresh bouquet of lilies sat in a vase -- your favorite. Yoru gaze settled on your bed though, where Xaden lay, securing the starch-white gauzy wrap around his palm. He was shirtless, clad in only sweatpants as he sat on the edge of the mattress, his long legs hanging off of it.

"I figured it's the least you deserved, after all we said and did," he said softly. You glanced sidelong at Violet, who met you with a knowing nod. Your eyes followed her naked form as she strode for the male, her knee bending as she braced the mattress beside him. His fingers immediately found her waist, tugging her up next to him. She straddled him, glancing over her shoulder at you in an effort to entice you.

It worked.

"Come here, baby." Xaden suggested lowly, reaching to brush Violet's dampened strands over her shoulder. You prowled closer, watching as she moved from his lap in favor it sitting next to him. His hands lightly took yours, pulling you close until you stood between his parted knees.

A single tear slipped as your fingers brushed the gauze covering his palms, surely cut from picking up the glass you'd shattered with your wind-weilding outburst earlier. His brown eyes gazed up at you lovingly, as his thumb reached to brush the fallen tear away.

"Hey, hey," he cooed, lifting you to sit on his lap. You obliged, sniffling as he gently cupped your jaw. "It's the least I could do. We can both be better towards you, and today was a prime example of just that."

You nodded slowly, taking in his words. Violet moved to her knees beside you, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Xaden's fingers inched you closer, until finally your lips were on his. You sighed, the feeling of his mouth pressed to yours once more so refreshing.

Unable to ignore the elephant in the room, you instinctively began swaying your hips once more, excited again by the feel of his hardening cock beneath you. He groaned, kissing you harder, sweeping his tongue past the seam of your lips in an effort to explore deeper. You let him, nearly so caught up in the moment that you didn't register Violet running her fingers lightly through your hair. Xaden's hands found your hips, settling there as he relished in the way your hips rocked atop his lap.

"We'd do anything for you," Violet whispered. "Anything you'd ever ask."

Tears stung the back of your eyes as Xaden broke the kiss, breathless.

"We love you, Y/N," he said, his voice raw. "More than anything."

You had to fight to keep the tears at bay, working to express the emotion beyond the lump in your throat.

"I... love you guys too," you choked out, your heart warming at their soft smiles. Xaden's hands gently repositioned you once more, setting you on all fours near the edge of the mattress. Violet quickly shimmied beneath you, her eyes gazing up at you prettily as your hands braced either side of her head. Xaden palmed your ass from behind, moving to stand at the edge of the mattress.

"I would warm you up but... it seems we have Vi to thank for that," Xaden chuckled. You giggled at the humor, watching Violet wink up at you from below. Biting your lip, you braced for the stretch -- but the feeling was far more pleasureable that you'd remembered.

Xaden entered you slowly, his cock sliding inch by inch along your gummy walls. Violet reached a hand down, her middle and ring finger connecting with your clit. She rubbed slow, tantalizing circles there as Xaden continued pressing into you, all the way until his hips became flush with your ass.

You breathed out slowly, your bottom lip releasing from it's hold as you spoke.

"More... please, more."

Xaden was quick to draw back and re-enter, grunting as you clenched your pussy around him. Violet sighed as she rubbed her fingers faster, her wide-eyed stare adding to the increasing slick as she gazed up at you. You moaned as you leaned low to kiss her, Xaden's thrusts becoming more and more frequent. You stayed there, your chest pressed against hers as she pleasured herself with her free hand, the hand once pressed against you now moving to circle your waist. Your breasts bounced as Xaden fucked you, the movement small as your nipples pushed against Violet's.

"Oh Gods Y/N... you're fucking perfect," Xaden breathed, his grip on your ass firm as he pounded into you. You squealed in delight as his hips snapped against your butt, the light feeling of his balls spanking against your clit driving you wild.

Your attention was turned back to Violet as she gasped, the fingers she'd been working against herself finally bringing her to the brink of release.

"Oh Y/N..." she moaned prettily. "So pretty, baby -- you're gonna make me cum."

You grinned slyly at that, your teeth catching her bottom lip and nipping at it. She cried out, announcing her impending release.

Xaden groaned behind you as he pressed forward, ramming into you at a new, deeper angle. You cried out, the sensation bringing you closer and closer to the brink.

"Xaden... oh Gods, Xaden-"

"Cum for me baby," he insisted, his voice thick. "Cum all over me, please Y/N -- let me paint your walls white."

At that, you released, screaming as the built up tension finally clawed its way through. Violet panted heavily below you, her fingers running up and down your spine. Xaden followed soon after, calling your name as he came. The instant warmth filled you as he spurted cum deep within your pussy, gasping as he spilled every last drop.

Once he was sure he'd released everything, he collapsed on the bed beside you. Violet wiggled to lay on your other side, and you fell forward, lying comfortably on your stomach. You found Xaden's warm gaze first, his fucked-out expression gazing sidelong at you as though it held a million unsaid words.

You swallowed, preparing for the conversation you'd dreaded having. "I wanted to... apologize. I was way out of line-"

"You need to apologize for nothing," Xaden assured, reaching to brush your cheekbone with his fingertips. "We -- I -- was in the wrong today for speaking on your behalf without talking to you first. I shouldn't have done that." He said honestly. Violet piped up from your opposite side, and you turned to glance at her.

"No no no -- I should've thought before speaking. I was only thinking for myself, and truly just wanted your safety is all. I hadn't considered your opinion, or that it may be different, because I didn't ask you first." She admitted, ashamedly. You leaned in, kissing her cheek as you gave her an assuring look.

"I appreciate your concern for my safety -- you're always looking out for me, it's one of the things I love most about you."

Her cheeks pinkened before you turned, finding Xaden's eyes again.

"And, you always think so highly of me, and value my strengths as though they're your own -- that is one of the things I love most about you."

You leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned to catch your lips instead. You melted into him as his abs flexed beneath the weight of your ribs, and before you could think more of it you pulled yourself away slowly, smiling at the slow grin spreading across his face.

"We have a lot to discuss, that's for sure -- starting with what you want," he said softly. His mouth widened as he yawned, his arm stretching all the way until his hand slid beneath Violet's head. You took the memo and slotted yourself between the two of them, lying on your back as they both turned inward to cuddle you.

"Tomorrow, please -- for now, let's sleep," Violet said dreamily. You let out a soft yawn, following Xaden as you closed your eyes, nestled between both of their bodies.

"Sleep," you agreed groggily, beginning to drift off. "For now, lets just sleep."

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[scorpioriesling]

hi i’m ovulating and feral and in desperate need of filthy liam mairi smut like i neeeed him to spit in my mouth and pull on my hair PLEASE ANY SCRAPS YOU CAN SPARE please your writing is so incredible and delicious

Positions & Power

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Pairing(s): Knight!Liam x Duchess!reader

Warning(s): smut, 18+, mdni, nsfw

Summary: You weren't one to break the rules; especially ones that your father before you had expected you to follow. However, you never expected to feel so much for someone who'd convince you to re-write them.

SR’s Note: Say it with me now: Liam never died in battle. At least, that's what I'm still telling myself, anyway (haha). Anyways, this story takes place after Xaden becomes duke of Tyrrendor, and naturally, Liam is still alive for this. You may have to use your imagination a little for this one -- but I enjoy the turnout all the same, and I hope you all do too!

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You sighed as yet another male in a suit approached you. It'd been a long night already, and on top of that, you weren't able to spend time with who you actually wanted to.

"Good evening, Duchess," the male said in warm greeting. You could feel your brother tensing beside you, so you plastered on your fakest smile yet to appease him.

"Good evening," you began. "Pleasure to meet you."

The male was younger than the others, closer to you in age -- it was... refreshing.

He smiled, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Please -- the pleasure is all mine," he said, his voice dropping an octave. You raised an eyebrow in intrigue, especially as Xaden cleared his throat to your right.

"Halden." He said in cold greeting. The rather handsome male straightened, sizing up your brother.

"Xaden." He nodded curtly, and you immediately knew you'd need to ask about this thing-or-another later. But, for now, you respectfully turned your attention to the male before you, who was looking up at you again.

"So, Y/N, is it?" He asked, and you huffed a laugh.

"You know it." He grinned, appreciating the mischevious lilt in your voice. He glanced behind him quickly before turning back to you.

"Well, I hear you're looking to wed," he asked, and your pulse immediately spiked. "I happen to be looking for a wife myself."

Your eyes rounded, so taken aback by his bold proposition. Sure, the evening was dedicaed to this particular subject; but, none of the single males had been quite so suitable yet.

He grinned, extending a hand to you. "Join me for a dance?"

You looked to your brother, who would not meet your eye. He stared forward, stone-faced as he pretended to ignore the prince's advances. Giving up, you turned to Halden once more.

"Why not?"

He took your hand in his as you rose from the throne, assisting you in walking down the steps of the dais. You didn't look back at your brother this time -- he seemed unconcerned anyway. The two of you bobed and wove through the crowd on the dance floor, and as if on cue, the magelights dimmed around you. The room was filled with the sounds of woeful instruments, a classical instrumental tune playing throughout. Halden didn't let go of your hand as he found a spot near the middle, and pulled you in close.

"Is this alright?" He asked politely, though his opposing hand was already sliding to the small of your back. You sucked in a breath as your gaze flicked up to meet his.

"Yes," you breathed. He nodded once, beginning the slow parade of the classic waltz between the two of you. You'd thank your lucky stars every event that you were made to dance with another -- for all the hours your father had spent with you as a child, preparing you for such things.

Emotion clogged your throat as you thought of him, and you quickly surpressed the memories.

"So, as I had said earlier -- you're looking to wed?" Halden asked, opening the floor for conversation. You nodded, though your answer already tasted sour in your mouth.

"Yes; I've just turned twenty-one, and according to Tyrrendor customs, I-"

"Must wed by the end of the year... I'm aware," he said, coming off slightly arrogant. "I am made to study the laws and history of smaller provinces too, besides Navarre's history as a whole."

You nodded in understanding, though you didn't appreciate the know-it-all tone he presented. Sighing, you tried to keep up the conversation.

"So, you must be in your early twenties as well then?" You asked. The prince chuckled, his grip on your waist tightening.

"Twenty four, precisely." He winked. You could practically feel the bile rising in the back of your throat -- this was all wrong. The dancing, the talk of marriage, all of it. You and your brother had gotten into endless argumnents over the matter, but at the end of the day, you hated to admit he was right. It would never matter what you wanted, who you wanted -- only that you follow protocal. As sad as it made you, in your heart you knew your father would have wanted this too.

You swallowed, opening your mouth to speak again.

"So, what is it with me that you find yourself so interested in?" You asked. "We've only just met, and there's nothing about me in your history books to indicate you'd know me at all -- why so eager to ask for my hand in marriage?"

Halden raised an eyebrow, shaking his head slowly at you.

"Never in my life have I met a girl with so much to say," he said. Your brow furrowed, but he continued talking anyway. "I think an alliance with Tyrrendor is exactly what Navarre needs right now. The improvement in trade, and the deals that could be closed would be-"

"Wait. So you see me merely as a bargaining chip, then?" You asked, your voice clipped. The prince slowed his pace, his own eyes narrowing.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call you that. But, either way -- you'd be a nice bargaining chip to look at," he said, shrugging. You scoffed as you drew your hand from his.

"Gee, thanks," you spat. "I for sure want a husband who thinks I'll be of good use for trading."

He sneered down at you, his hold on your waist loosening. "You need me, anyway. Think of your province, your brother, your people -- here, you're nothing. With me, you'd be a princess."

You placed both hands on his chest, shoving hard. His eyes widened as he stumbled back, and a collection of gasps sounded around you. Your cheeks burned in embarassment, but you didn't care.

"I'll have you know my father built Tyrrendor from the ground up, and-"

Your shouting was cut off by a pair of large hands on your biceps. You turned, looking up into your brother's eyes. His expression was disbelief, anger, and disappointment all at once. Your words sat on the tip of your tongue, but in that moment, that one look reminded you who and where you were.

Xaden glared as his attention refocused on the lousy male before you.

"Please excuse my sister, Prince," he said, his tone cool. "She just needs a few moments alone to collect her thoughts. Right, sis?"

The last word was pointed, but the incinuation made your blood boil all the same. Your face scrunched as your hands balled into fists at your sides. Reguardless, you refused to loose it here, in front of all these people -- in front of this phony, for Malek's sake.

Huffing, you wrenched your arm free of Xaden's grasp. You turned on your heel, hellbent on your war path through the crowd. Onlookers parted like the red sea as you marched forward, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. Vision blurred, you could barely focus on the guards faces as you passed the perimeter of the room, the one you'd hoped you'd find this evening nowhere in sight.

As you threw open the ballroom doors, you heard your brother mutter one last thing to the prince before all Hell broke loose.

"I don't appreciate the way you have treated the duchess of Tyrrendor this evening -- so I'll kindly ask you, Prince, to get the fuck out."

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You growled in frustration as you rounded the corner, stampeding toward your room. It was a private suite at the end of the hallway on the third floor, the same as it'd always been since you were a little girl. Rage flared within you, thinking about the pompous ass who didn't deserve a single second of your time. Who did he think he was, pretending as though you did not have a title and crown yourself, dammit?

Fully aware that you were throwing a tantrum in the middle of the darkened hallway, you'd blocked everything else out. You hadn't passed anyone on your way, most people and workers were in the grand ballroom at this point. The moon streamed in from outside, barely illuminating the hallway and making it hard to see -- so hard that, in a moment of unawareness, your one foot caught on the other and you tripped. Gasping, you braced for impact; but, it never came.

Instead, two firm, familiar arms wrapped around your waist, halting your fall. All the oxygen in your lungs left you as you peered upward, taking in those familiar baby blues. He grinned lightly as he gazed down at you, neither of you concerned with the way your crown had fallen and was rolling across the marble floor.

"Watch your step, duchess," he drawled. You huffed, grasping his shoulders as you made to stand. He helped you up, assuring you were stable on your own two feet again before bending to pick up your forgotten hardware.

"I'll be just fine, thank you," you said defiantly. Liam chuckled as he stood once more, his gaze finding yours.

"That was quite a commotion you caused in there," he suggested, and you crossed both arms over your chest.

"Are you kidding? You should have heard what that prick was saying to me," you defended, but the blonde only chuckled. His uniform stretched as he stepped forward, extending the crown still clutched in his hand above your head. He set it gently there, his fingers stalling before slowly twirling a strand of hair around his index finger.

You hated the way your breath hitched, just as it had every other time he'd touched you before. He looked into your eyes again, his expression more serious this time.

"He doesn't deserve you, Y/N," he said softly. “He doesn’t deserve your time, he doesn’t deserve to talk to you, or dance with you — he especially doesn’t deserve to touch you.”

Your heart squeezed with emotion, all of the unsaid words you wished would come out tangled in a jumble in your throat. You swallowed, watching as his eyes tracked the movement of your throat.

"I don't want him," you said simply, your voice seeming to echo in the otherwise silent hallway. His eyes searched yours in question as you absentmindedly reached up to place a hand on his wrist. The finger twirling your hair stilled at the touch.

"What do you want, then?"

The question hung in the air, silence stretching between the two of you. As you looked up at Liam, memories of your shared childhood ran through your mind; how you'd always demand to play swords with him and Xaden, how you'd always insist the tall blonde should push you on the swingset, and how your father had been more than happy to let his son's best friend join for family dinners.

His gaze flickered to your lips, and you wondered if he was sharing the same thoughts. He'd kissed you just after you'd turned sixteen, on your balcony that night when you had left your own party early. He had been there for you two years later when your father passed, and every day since he'd be sure to check in on you at least once. To say he was Xaden's best friend was one thing, and to say he was a member of Tyrrendor's Royal Guard was another -- but to say he was yours, was final.

His breaths came quicker as you leaned in, the urge to kiss him completely overwhelming. Your lips barely brushed his before sounds were heard behind you, guests quietly conversing as they strolled past. The two of you shared a single look, and before the two of you could be seen, Liam had pushed you into your room and shut the door.

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It was dark in your lavish quarters, save for the small amount of moonlight streaming in past your curtains. The space wasn't foreign to Liam, as he'd secretly visited your bedroom many times -- though, your brother nor the kingdom needed to know of that.

"Liam-" You said breathily, your chest rising and falling as he pushed you against your closed door. His body pressed against you as he leaned in, your mouths connecting yet again at once. He let out a soft groan as he kissed you, both of his strong hands snaking behind your back as you arched into him. Being much taller than you, his torso pressed against your ribs as his lips slid against yours, so familiar but still so exciting.

You wound your arms around his neck, pressing up on your tiptoes as you pulled him closer. His fingers dug into the silken fabric of your short dress as he tasted and explored you, pulling you flush against him. Suddenly, his palms were sliding beneath your butt, cupping the flesh there and squeezing. You let out a soft squeak before he lifted you, pressing your back to the door as his mouth continued to devour yours. Your knees bent as you wrapped them around his waist, and you let out a soft moan of your own when you felt it.

"L-Liam," you gasped, breaking the kiss. He continued kissing along your jaw, his lips trailing down your neck before nipping at a particularly soft spot near the base of your next. You whimpered as he continued, knowing the sensation drove you crazy.

"Liam... Liam please," you begged softly. His eyes opened, looking up at you and your swollen lips. His gaze had darkened as he studied you, weighing the situation at hand.

"Y/N... you know I'm risking a lot being in here right now," he reasoned, and you sighed in frustration. "With everyone downstairs right now, and if your brother found me, he'd-"

"I don't care about Xaden right now," you whined, rocking your hips against the bulge in his trousers. "You asked me what I wanted, and it's just this -- it's you."

His gaze softened at that, watching the way your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. You rocked your hips forward again, using your hands on his muscled shoulders for balance and eventually, he caved.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he mumbled, leaning in to kiss you again. This time it was hungrier, more desperate. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, asking for access which you were happy to grant. He dove in, playing with your tongue and exploring every last inch of your mouth. You hadn't even realized he'd left the door and begun carrying you until your back hit the silky sheets of your bed.

He didn't break the kiss as he hovered over you, now pinning you beneath him. When he did, he pulled away breathless.

"I never got to give you your birthday present, you know."

You looked up at him in confusion, recalling your latest celebration only a few weeks ago. He didn't elaborate as he climbed off of you, trailing kissed down your throat and across your chest before slotting himself between your knees. Your core throbbed at the new position, waiting for some kind of relief you knew he could provide.

"Liam, I... you don't have to give me anything."

He chuckled, delicately lifting the edge of your dress from your thighs and pushing it up around your waist. Cool night air had your core clenching when it hit it, as Liam tugged aside the pair of lace panties you donned. You pushed up onto your elbows to see as he kneeled before you, his breath warm on your sensitive skin.

"I can't give you a kingdom, or a title," he mumbled, admiring your soaked heat before his lips. He looked up to you only once more. "But, I can at least give you this."

You gasped as his mouth pressed againt you, every nerve ending set ablaze at the contact. It'd been a while since the two of you were intimate, mostly due to duchess duties and scarce privacy for your trysts. But now, in this moment, you realized how worth it the wait was.

Your fingers tangled in his short blonde locks as he slowly worked his mouth against you, his tongue licking between your folds and creating the most lewd of noises. Your back arched off of the mattress as his lips found your clit, wrapping around the sweling bud and sucking harshly.

A sharp cry sounded when he pushed two fingers inside of you, delighting in the way you sounded for him. His tongue favored swirling against your vibrating bud, the whole scene before him causing his length to harden uncomfortably beneath his trousers.

"Liam... oh Gods, Liam," you chanted, the tightness in your lower belly increasing with every thrust of his fingers. He chuckled lowly, only pulling back from your heat momentarily.

"What's that, duchess? Use your words -- tell me what you want," he taunted. You groaned in frustration, giving his hair a sharp tug.

"Oooh, feisty, are we?" He joked, his fingers retracting once more. You huffed at the loss of contact, but suddenly gasping when his hand came down straight on your clit. The sound of the sharp slap rang out through the room, and set your core ablaze.

Your eyes widened as he spanked your clit again, squirming beneath him as the sensation became too much. You gasped, core clenching as he spoke again.

"My little brat needs to be a better listener," he said darkly, rising to stand between your legs once more. He began shrugging off his uniformed jacket, tossing it aside. His boots were next to be kicked off, discarded as well.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll make it so."

Your eyes rounded as you bit your lip again, looking up at him with as much innocence as you could muster.

"P-please, Liam, I need you... I want you inside me, fucking me, please," you whined. The male yanked his shirt over his head, discarding it before unbuckling his belt. That he set on the bed beside you, before ditching his pants and undergarments.

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hands cupping your jaw as his thumb brushed over the fat of your bottom lip. He smirked, shaking his head.

"Is that really what you want?" He asked. You nodded, looking right up at him.

"I want you to make me feel good, Liam -- just the way I like it," you pleaded, not giving a damn how pathetic you sounded. "Only you know just what I want. What I need."

He loosed his restraint at that, nudging your knees further apart and aligning himself with your entrance. In one smooth motion, he was entering you, pressing himself in inch by inch.

You let out a shaky breath, gazing down at the place your bodies met. His eyes were focused on your face, the pleasure written across it sending him into overdrive. He pulled from you, pressing back in moments later as he gazed down at you.

"Like that?" He said, slowly increasing the speed of his drives. You nodded, gaze finding his again.

"Exactly like that, Liam -- yes," you breathed. You meweled as he stretched you out, every bump and ridge and vein sliding against your velvety walls. You moaned as he went faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he continued to drive into you.

"Feel so good," he uttered, standing up to his full height. His hands hooked beneath your knees, pressing them slowly toward your chest. The new angle had you writing beneath him, the head of his cock bumping against your sensitive spot.

"Yes, Liam, yes please..." you babbled incoherently. Your eyes glossed over as the tightness in your tummy reached its breaking point, threatening release at any moment. Liam felt it too, panting as he continued working into you. In an instant he stopped, yanking his lengthy cock from you and eyeing you as you protested.

"Please don't stop-"

"Flip over."

You raised an eyebrow, but the blonde didn't hesitate. He gripped your legs, flipping you to rest on your stomach instead of your back. You hit the silky sheets with a small huff, stretching your arms before you and raising onto your elbows slowly.

"You could always just ask nicely-"

You squeaked as his palms found your waist, hoisting you onto your knees in an instant. His left hand pressed against your upper back ad his right held your hips firmly in place, creating a generous slope right before his eyes. You turned to glare back at him, a protest ready to go but then...

"FUCK!"

He entered you fast and hard, the pace brutal as he fucked himself into your wet cunt. His palm came down seconds later and connected with your buttcheek, causing you to yelp.

"I don't do nice, duchess -- you should know that by now."

Small uh uh uhs came from your parted lips as he drove himself home, the slapping of skin on skin so loud it filled every corner of the room. He panted, gasping at the way you instantly tightened around him with every thrust.

"Fuck -- this cunt is mine, you hear me?" He demanded. Incoherent words tumbled from you, barely heard as your face was being pressed into the mattress. You shrieked as your hair was yanked, drawing your face up from the sheets.

"SAY it."

"Yes!" You cried, your voice strained. "All yours Liam -- my pussy is all yours."

He growled in satisfaction, pausing as he pressed all the way into you. His hand left your hair in favor of wrapping around your throat, pulling your back to his chest in a new change of angle. His cock buried deep into you, and you let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction.

"You like that? Huh?" He said, though you could hear his restraint slipping. You didn't turn to look as you stared up into his face, only hearing the clinking metal and rustle beside you. Then, his hand was leaving your throat only to be replaced by his leather belt he'd shed earlier. His hands worked to loop it around you, tightening it against your skin.

You let out a long moan, the pressure around your throat and deep within you both delicious and fulfilling. Liam tugged on the end of the belt, craning your neck to look right up at him.

"Open that sinful mouth," he insisted. You did as you were told, opening wide and laying your tongue out flat. He spit directly onto your tongue, his eyes flaring at it welling atop the muscle.

"Good girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier. "Now swallow it."

You did so, swallowing and wincing as the pressure inside became unbearable. He studied your face, registering your incoming release, and leaned in to whisper right beside your ear.

"Come for me, darling," he said quietly. You huffed a sigh at his words. "Come apart on my cock, let me watch you fall apart for me."

That did it -- you came with a cry, calling his name as your walls seized around him. He groaned, driving in a few more times before stilling inside of you. His cum shot up into you in ropes, coating your walls with the sticky substance. His free hand gripped at your chest, his fingers pinching your nipple beneath your dress as he came down from his high, still panting.

Eventually, the belt around your neck loosened, and he slid it from you with delicate fingers. You were turned and laid down flat on your back once more, made to stare up at the love of your life yet again. Every muscle in his abdomen tightened and relaxed as he breathed, his eyes scanning the room. He only left for a second, returning soon with your nightgown clutched in his hands. You wordlessly sat up, allowing him to peel your evening dress over your head and replace it with the silken fabric. You instantly felt better, more comfortable -- even more so when the male laid down beside you.

"Are you really going to marry by the end of the year?" Liam asked softly. Ache spread in your heart once more at the reminder, one that told you this thing the two of you were doing couldn't last forever. You sighed, reaching to touch the skin of his cheek with your fingertips.

"I must. Tyrrendor law says I must." You said sadly. Liam bit the inside of his cheek, considering.

"Well, your brother is the duke now, and you're the duchess," he countered. "Couldn't you just... I don't know, change it?"

You chuckled at this, but Liam covered your hand still tracing his cheekbone with his own. He looked to you seriously.

"I'm serious, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes.

"I can't just.. change the law," you retorted. He looked at you earnestly.

"And why not?"

You considered it. Why not? It's not like you'd tried before, honestly you hadn't even thought about it like that. But, with your title and position of power, maybe...

"It'd take a long time," you warned, your eyes searching his in the dim light. "I'd have to go through all the checks and balances, not to mention Xaden and rewriting Tyrrendor proclaimation-"

He grinned lightly, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"Well, it sounds like you're going to be very busy, then."

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[scorpioriesling]

Could you do a Ridoc smut where you’re dragons are bonded and to tease him you show him memories from the night before during lunch with everyone and he drags somewhere is super dominant and says something along the lines of “don’t swallow” “show me” (love ur writing btw💕)

Then Why's It Feel So Good?

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): smut, mdni, 18+, male dom

Summary: They say you always get what you deserved, and after messing with your boyfriend's head one day during lunch... well, you got exactly that.

SR’s Note: For my Swiftie friends, celebrating miss thang for getting her masters back (';

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"And then, he launched himself at my, totally grabbing my bum leg..."

Your eyes glazed over as Sawyer kept speaking. You sat across the table from him, and could make out his mouth moving, though the words were simply background noise. Your mind was elsewhere this morning -- a place it shouldn't be.

Your boyfriend didn't help your cause, either.

Jumping when he leaned in, his breath ticked your ear as he spoke.

"Everything alright?"

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. You nodded quickly, but he only sighed at the lack of response. His hand moved to rest atop your bare thigh, and the small touch had your mind wandering further into the gutter. Just the night before, his hands had been on your thighs -- however, they were squeezing, bruising as you bounced atop his lap.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory.

Rhiannon shot you a concerned look from beside Sawyer, which you quickly waved a hand at. I'm fine, you conveyed, and she simply shrugged before turning her attention back to the freckled male.

You couldn't though -- Ridoc's fingers had begun to trace small patterns on your skin.

When you'd first found out your dragons were mated, things didn't go so smoothly. The two of you fought, always competitive with one another-- that was, until he finally kissed you that day on the training mat. Then, the rest was history.

And your relationship progressed quickly, too.

Your mind wandered, remembering the first month you'd been officially together. There was no denying the attraction between the two of you -- both personality-wise and physically. It felt so taboo at the time, wanting to fuck like bunnies after a few weeks of dating. Now, it was to be expected.

Let's just say you both have a high libido.

And... so do your dragons.

You damn near closed your eyes as you reflected on the memory. The first night Aotrom and Nimeah went at it, you found Ridoc outside yoru door in minutes. No words were said as you threw open the barrier, staring at one another as the ache intensified. Soon after, you were gripping him by the shirt collar and tugging him into your personal chambers.

He never seemed to mind, though. After that first time, after the first satiated ache -- it just seemed to keep coming. He was sweaty after sparring? You'd be railed in the showers post-workout. You just got back from class? He'd be bending you over his nightstand, spanking your ass for every minute the two of you werent together. Not to mention going on missions together... it truly didn't get better than screaming his name against the sand of a foreign beach.

You came to as his fingers squeezed your knee softly, and you'd blinked your eyes open. He gave you a sidelong look, clearly concerned for your wellbeing. You nudged him softly, staring down at your plate once more. Sawyer's voice mixed with the background noise in the lunchroom, and though you didn't want to dismiss your friend, you couldn't help it.

The growing heat between your legs intensified as you recalled last night's events. Glancing at Ridoc, a small smirk came to your face -- he'd likely left his mental shields down again, and you'd only told him a million times to keep them up. So really, this would be his fault.

You reimagined last night -- the moon was high, and the hour was late. You squealed as Ridoc's palm lay atop your ass, squeezing the right cheek. His cock drove in and out of you rapidly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls around you.

"Ridoc," you'd panted, clenching around him as his palm lifted and then harshly reconnected with your skin. He breathed heavily behind you, his own low groans driving you insane.

"So fucking good baby," he mumbled, the head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm approaching. Both hands gripped your cheeks, pulling you against his pelvis over and over as his breaths quickened.

"You gonna cum baby? Yeah?" He teased. You squeaked as the coil tightened, threatening to burst. When it finally did, your walls seized, gripping Ridoc's cock so tightly that-

"We'll catch up with you guys later." Ridoc immediantely annouced, standing hastily. You looked up at him, surprised by the quick action.

"Is therything okay?" Rhiannon asked, concerned. "Y/N, you look-"

"She's fine." His tone was rougher than you'd ever heard it. You inhaled sharply as he took your hand in his, jerking you to rise from the table as well. You gave everyone an apologetic look, though it didn't last long seeing as Ridoc was dragging you from the room.

"Ridoc... Ridoc, hey! Slow down!" You panted, trying to keep up. Your boots caught on one another as he all but pulled you down the hallway, clearly in a rush. You opened your mouth to say more, but halted as he stopped before a random door. He shoved it open, leaning his shoulder into it to push inside. You were confused as he pulled you in behind him, flicking on a dim light that barely illuminated the tiny closet space. You scoffed as you took in the random cleaning supplies and housekeeping essentials around you, scowling at the pinesol smell in the air.

"Ridoc, what are you-"

His hands gripped at your shoulders, shoving you toward the ground. You gasped as you were forced onto your knees, staring up at him angrily as they hit the cement floor below you.

"You think that's funny?" He asked, his tone rough as his hands found the ties of his leathers. He began unlacing them, his strong fingers working quickly as he pulled apart the knots. "You think sending me those images, at lunch, is a joke?"

You raised an eyebrow, finally getting it now. You chuckled darkly, staring up at him with a sly smile.

"What, you didn't like them?" You asked. He huffed, undoing the last lace and shoving his pants down. They reached only his knees before he was yanking his length free from his boxers, gripping and tugging on the hardening rod.

He laughed lowly, his free hand reaching for you again.

"You know I liked them. That's the point." He growled, his palm quickly fisting your hair. You squeaked as he jerked your head back, forcing you to look up at him and the single, yellowing lightbulb dangling above his head.

"You did something bad, Y/N. Very bad," he warned. You rounded your eyes, looking up at him with feigned innocence.

"Then... why does this feel so good?"

He lost it at that, rolling his eyes and huffing. Instantly, your head was jerked toward his cock, and you instinctively stuck out your tongue. He rubbed the tip against it, and your tastebuds welcomed his familiar pre-cum. He shook his head slowly, inching his cock toward your lips.

"Open wide and take me then. I want you to show me, if it really feels so good. "

You did as you were told. Parting your lips, you braced for impact. Your eyes never left his as he slipped his cock past the entrance, slowly adjusting to the way your mouth felt around him. You swirled your tongue around him, delighting in his usual taste and feel -- honestly, the entire situation made your panties even wetter.

Especially when he pulled his hips back, before slamming them against your mouth again.

You gagged as his cock was forcefully rammed down your throat. Not that you were unused to his size, but it had just finally recovered from last time. He groaned at the feeling, quickly snapping his hips against your face as you continued to take his entire dick down your throat. Tears sprung to your eyes, the feeling of him fucking your mouth so intense that black spots clouded your vision.

"Such a smart fuckin' mouth," he griped, the hold on your hair growing tighter. "Gotta shut you up sometimes."

Your eyes rolled back as he continued fucking your face. You considered reaching a hand down to play with yourself, grant yourself some release while you provided him his. But, you knew he'd punish you for that too -- and maybe, you wanted him to.

"Yeah? Am I stretching out that pretty throat? Huh?" He taunted. His free hand came to cup your chin, gripping tight as he somehow shoved in further.

"You should think about this next time you screw with me in front of all our friends," he threatened, his words muffled. "Consider your punishment before you act."

You could only gag and gurgle in response, absentmindedly reaching up to play with his balls. You'd halted them slapping against your chin, instead favoring to pleasure him further. The action had him gasping, his cock twitching inside your mouth. He stood again, both hands now tangling in your long locks.

He tossed his head back, his release nearing. He gasped and groaned, the small sounds sending your vagina into overdrive. You felt damn near a bitch in heat, with no way of release. The way his smooth skin felt between your lips, the way your nose pressed again and again against the soft stubble of his pelvis-

"FUCK," he shouted, his hands holding your head still. You gazed up at him, eyes teary and makeup smudged as he emptied himself inside of you. Warm, salted liquid shot against the back of your throat as he half-thrust inside of you, gasping as he released. Your throat restricted as you prepared to swallow, but paused as his gaze hardened.

"Do not fucking swallow," he growled, glaring down at you. Your brows knit in confusion, only more confused when he slowly pulled his cock from you. His seed dripped slowly from the corners of your lips, and he only shook his head.

"I think you enjoy me punishing you, you wicked little thing," he teased. He kneeled before you, his face nearing yours. His thumb rest against the fat of your bottom lip as he pried your lips apart, peering at the remaining semen pooling beyond them. He chuckled again, reveling in the way your cheeks blushed.

"Only good girls get to swallow," he said quietly. Your eyes widened as he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching yours. "Are you gonna be a good girl from now on?"

You simply nodded at his hushed words, and his eyes followed the movement. He smiled with satisfaction, pushing your jaw up and closing your mouth once more. He leaned in all the way, quickly kissing your lips before he spoke again.

"Very good, then. Swallow. All of it."

Once again, you did as you were told.

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[scorpioriesling]

Hey girlie, I love that so many of your fics have song references! (I love me some Taylor yay)

That got me thinking, and my favorite character from fourth wing is Garrick (he deserves way more love and attention) and I was wondering if you could do a story based on tates miss possessive where he and reader are in a relationship but (ass we all knoe and I love her) Imogen has a thing for him and reader doesn't like it?

Thank you <3

Miss Possessive

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Pairing(s): Garrick x reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff at end, jealousy, injury

Summary: You don't take well to other women going after things that are yours -- especially not sassy, pink-haired, third years.

SR’s Note: Yessss my favorite thing about Tumblr is actually making friends on here, and connecting with readers and writers alike! Whether it be music, books, fandoms and more -- I love meeting new people and seeing the common interests we have! I tried to deliver as best I could, and I hope you like this!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Your fork speared another green bean, your eyes never glancing down at the plate. The metal scratched against the porcelain of the dish, and Violet looked sidelong at you. It didn't take long for your closest friend to realize what had enraptured your attention -- your eyes had given it away. You stared straight ahead, directly across the mess hall to the table along the back wall.

"Oh Gods not this again," she uttered softly. You swallowed, spearing a carrot this time. Garrick sat with the other third-years, laughing and cutting up over something so hilarious. Your gaze turned scowl, especially when Imogen's hand brushed his arm. She needed to get her hands, off, your man.

This time, your fork scraped across your plate.

"Jesus, Christ!" Ridoc groaned, staring at you. "Why torture all of us with that horrible sound?"

Violet smirked, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder. You were growing increasingly irritated as Imogen laughed at something Garrick said -- over-animatedly, if it were up to you. You knew Garrick was funny, sure; but that girl was always doing the most when it came to him. Little did she know, he was yours.

"Hey, stare a little harder why don't you -- maybe you'll burn a hole through her skull." Violet teased. Your stare faltered at this, looking to your friend as she looked to you expectantly. "You can't be mad at her for sitting with her friends, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes, huffing.

"Yeah, but I can be mad at her for trying to steal my man."

"Oh, so you finally asked him out then?" Ridoc piped up. You growled, crossing your arms.

Violet only sighed. "No," she said, answering for you. "No, she hasn't yet."

Ridoc chuckled. "So, you're pissed at Imogen, because she's flirting with your boyfriend who's not your boyfriend?"

You banged a fist on the table, the silverware atop it clamoring. The entire table looked at you as you stood instantly, anger flaring inside.

"I'm going to the gym."

It was all you said before tossing your leftovers, and heading for the double doored exit. You passed Garrick's table, but he was too busy nudging Bodhi in the side to register you passing by.

But, out of the corner of your eye, you realized the pink haired female did.

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The sun was setting low on the horizon, the gym still empty. You huffed and panted as you swung your fists against the punching bag, the pain in your knuckles barely registering after going at it for so long. Music blared in your headphones, the angry lyrics prompting you further. You hadn't heard nor noticed the gym door opening, not until a soft touch to your shoulder had you whirling.

"Woah! Woah!" The voice sounded as though it was underwater, and you instantly lowered your fist and yanked out your earbuds. Before you stood none other than Garrick, hands raised in surrender.

"Oh gosh," you wheezed, arms on your hips as you worked to calm your racing heart. "You really gave me a scare!"

Garrick laughed sheepishly, his beautiful straight teeth shining through. Your heart, already skipping at the sight of him before you, lurched at the sight. Gods, he really was the most handsome man you'd ever seen.

"Sorry -- I just came by to get a few reps in myself, and I noticed... your form," he winced. You squared your shoulders, raising an eyebrow.

"My, what?"

He grinned, a simple in his left cheek popping out.

"Your form," he explained, dropping his gym bag to the ground. He squared off before the bag, bringing his raised fists into a fighting stance. "You tend to hit like this," he demonstrated, punching forward slowly. "But, that'll do you some damage after time. To preserve your knuckles, you need to hit like this," he extended his arm again, demonstrating the wrist rotation you'd been lacking. You nodded in understanding.

"I see."

"Here," he stepped aside, allowing you to stand before the bag once more. "Give it a go."

You sighed softly, spreading your feet to square off before the mat once more. You raised your fists, readying to throw a punch -- but, your breath caught in your throat as Garrick's hands braced your hips.

"Oh, and you'll want to angle yourself this way too," he said softly. His breath graced your neck, and you could've melted beneath his touch. Only when he released you did you breathe again, trying to regain focus on the task at hand. You threw a few punches, trying to imitate what Garrick had showed you -- but you weren't quite doing them just right.

Garrick frowned, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I'm not sure, Y/N -- something still looks off." His brows furrowed in concentration. That's when a lightbulb went off in your head.

"You're right, I don't think I'm quite getting it," you said innocently. You stepped forward, arms crossing beneath your breasts. "Maybe I need a tutor, or a trainer, I guess."

Garrick nodded in agreement.

"That might actually help a lot," he said, and your cheeks heated beneath the weight of his gaze. You sighed, shrugging your shoulders.

"I mean, I'm sure anyone else could help me but... you always spar so well, I think it'd be best if you trained me," you said sweetly. His brows shot up at this, clearly thinking over the idea.

"Me? Oh, I mean... yeah, that's an idea," he said, mulling it over. You swallowed, taking another step toward him.

"What about right now?" You asked. He chuckled nervously, a hand reaching to scratch the back of his head.

"Oh! I don't think I'll be able to tonight, unfortunately," he said apologetically. You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip. "I already told Imogen I'd spar with her-"

"Wait. What?" You couldn't help but interrupt. He only shrugged.

"Yeah, I mean with challenges at the end of next week, she asked me to work with her tonight, and I said sure. She's a really good friend, Y/N, I couldn't just cancel on her."

You huffed, rolling your eyes. Your attention was stolen as the gym doors opened again -- this time, the bane of your existance walking through them with her bright pink hair.

Garrick turned back to you, placing a promising hand on your shoulder.

"What are you up to tomorrow?" He asked, his eyes locked onto yours. You stared up at him, though the pink streak in your field of vision was drawing closer and closer.

"Nothing -- absolutely nothing," you said. A lie, sure -- you had promised Violet you'd study with her. But, she'd understand, especially if it meant you'd get some one-on-one time with Garrick.

He nodded. "Perfect -- I'll meet you here at seven?"

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"Sounds like it'll work for me."

Garrick's hand dropped as Imogen stalked closer, tossing her duffel loudly onto the floor. She sighed as she stretched, arching her back and crossing her arms side to side. You'd had just about enough of that, and on that note, bid your crush goodbye.

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"Seriously? We made these plans days ago."

So, Violet wasn't as chill about cancelling study plans afterall. She frowned at you from her bed, watching as you secured your hair in a ponytail across the room.

"I'm sorry Vi -- I just had something come up. An important something, might I add," you added with a hint of intrigue. Violet only sighed.

"We take the test Monday," she griped, shaking her head. "I do get that it's a Friday night, but what could have possibly come up that is more important than passing it?"

You secured the ponytail around your thick strands. "Trust me, Vi -- it's not something I can just reschedule."

She shrugged, hopping off her bed.

"Well, then I wish you the best of luck on Monday."

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You checked the time again. 6:45. You were early. Unsurprising, as you'd been pacing your room for hours, waiting for seven to come -- but, now that you were here at the gym, the nerves began to creep in. Adrenaline flowed through you as you paced before the gym doors, not wanting to go in too early.

There wasn't much time left, you supposed. You pushed through the entry, taking stock of the empty gym -- well, almost empty. To the left, near the weight racks, Garrick grunted, his muscles flexed and bare chest sweaty.

The sight nearly took your breath away.

He grunted again as he lifted the weights, his muscles straining and veins more visible as you approached. His biceps bulged as he lifted the bar up again, this time dropping it onto the rack with a satisfied huff. He sat up, panting, though his eyes caught on you.

"Hey," he said breathlessly, making to stand. You set down your things, undoing and resecuring the wraps around your knuckles anxiously.

"H-Hi," you mumbled, straining to keep your gaze away from his bare, toned chest. He approached you, running his fingers through his hair as he took in heavy breaths.

"You ready to get started?" He asked, and you nodded. "Did you stretch?"

You bit the inside of your cheek at this.

"No," you admitted. He shook his head as a small grin tilted the corners of his lips.

"You want to stretch before working out -- every time," he insisted. You dropped to your knees, sitting back as you straightened your legs before you. He joined you on the floor, watching as you slowly prepared your body for the exercises.

"Not stretching will only ever result in injury."

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When Monday morning came, you found it hard to sit still in Duvera's class. The test lay before you, the one you neglected to study for -- and Violet sat to your left, side-eyeing you. She'd picked up on something, watching you practically skip down the halls all weekend with glee. What she didn't know was that your cancelled plans Friday night were the reason why.

Your eyes glazed over as you read the question again, one of the last ones on the exam. What year was Basgiath War College founded? Shit, you didn't know the answer. Only a small seed of regret bloomed in your chest as you considered it -- maybe taking a little time to study would've been helpful. But, that would have meant less time with Garrick-

"Five minutes, cadets!"

Duvera's warning caused you to panic. You frantically filled out the rest of your paper, scrambling to bring it to her desk as the bell rang. Violet followed you out, flanking your side when you made it to the main hallway.

"How do you think you did?"

You shrugged, unable to look at her. "Not as well as I could've, if I would've studied."

She chuckled, nudging your side.

"Well, I think I did pretty good -- no good worrying over it now though." She said. As the two of you rounded the corner, your heart stopped beating in your chest. Just down the hall, Garrick held open the doors to the sparring ring, allowing Imogen to walk through. Her grateful expression only kindled the hate flames inside of you -- his smirk set them ablaze.

"What's gotten into you?" Violet asks, following as you walked quicker toward the sparring ring. You peeked inside, noticing quite a few other third years inside. Graciously, Imogen wasn't talking to Garrick this time -- she was in deep conversation with Quinn and a few others. Garrick's back was to the door, but you knew without a doubt it was him.

"Nothing, nothing," you responded absentmindedly. Violet huffed, looking around as the hall began to clear.

"It doesn't seem like nothing -- c'mon, we're gonna be late for land nav," she pleaded. You tore your eyes from the peephole, following as Violet took off for your second lecture of the day.

Fucking Imogen.

The bane of your existence, Imogen.

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You tried not to think about the poor grade you recieved on your exam as your fist connected with the bag once more. Garrick stood to your right, coaching your every move.

"Good, now go faster -- yes!" He praised as your knuckles hit the targeted area. You paused, breathing heavy as you turned to face him. His expression was full of delight, his smile full of teeth as he looked at you.

"You've gotten a lot better at this, Y/N," he complimented, reaching to grab your waterbottle from behind him. He handed it to you and your fingers brushed his as you took it -- your beart skipping a beat.

"Do you think you're ready for mat training?"

You nearly choked on your water, the suggestion surprising.

"M-mat? Training?"

He chuckled, taking the bottle from you and setting it near the punching bag.

"Yes -- I think it could really help you, especially with challenges coming this weekend," he explained. Your heart sank as you registered his words -- sure, you could hold your own on the mat. But with challenges only continuing to get harder and harder, you could actually benefit from a few pointers.

"Yeah, actually that sounds great... should we start tonight?"

"It'll have to wait until tomorrow -- I'm using this area for the rest of the night."

Your blood ran cold as you turned, coming face-to-face with Imogen. Her words were spoken firmly, as though she had no doubt whatever she said would go. Garrick chuckled, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"Gen, what are you even talking about. We can't share?"

She scoffed, her gaze narrowing in on you. "No, we can't. And you only reserved the gym for training until nine -- I have it until closing time later."

You glared at her, but she only chuckled. Garrick tilted his head, curious and oblivious to the silent war waging between the two of you.

"Why do you need the whole gym to yourself?" He asked. Her feline grin turned feral in response.

"It's not just for me -- I've taken on a little second year in need of some training, myself," she quipped. You folded your arms.

"Who?" You demanded. She smirked, and your eyes widened as a familiar, silvery braid approached behind her.

You stared, shocked and horrified as Violet walked up to you, a sheepish smile on her face. "Hey, Y/N."

Your brows narrowed, your blood boiling. "Violet -- what are you doing here?"

"She needed my help," Imogen snapped. Violet stared quietly at you, watching as you shook your head slowly. "Her best friend started taking private lessons, anyway -- why shouldn't she?"

You growled. "It's not the private lessons that are the problem," you said lowly. Imogen raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Then what is?"

You glared at her, your face flushing in embarassment. Violet shot you an apologetic look, but you ignored it. Instead, you yanked your bag up off the floor, huffing and striding for the exit.

"Great work tonight!" Garrick called. You didn't turn to face him, his voice fading as you shoved through the exit doors. "We'll practice more tomorrow!"

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You'd trained with Garrick so many times now, you realized you felt the most comfortable being around him. He always kept things so professional with you though, and you wished he'd break free of that facade and act instead.

Thank again, he'd only ever been cordial with you. But tonight -- oh, tonight, you knew you could break him.

Strutting into the gym, you tilted your chin high. The last few riders exited as you strode in, eyeing you and flat out gawking as you passed them by. You didn't mind, that was the point, anyway -- now you could only hope Garrick would take the bait.

"Hi Garrick," you said smoothly, your hips swaying as you sauntered up to him. Bodhi and Dain paused mid conversation, the officer's eyes unabashedly roving over your form. Your Wingleader was more subtle about it though, covering up his interest with a strained cough.

"Oh! Shit, sorry, I didn't realize it was so late," Dain said, purposefully averting his eyes. Garrick turned, his eyes landing right where you wanted them too as he took you in.

"No worries, I'm a few minutes early anyways," you said, smiling sweetly. Dain moved to leave the room, yet Bodhi still stared, enraptured.

"Y'know... if Garrick is ever busy, I'm more than happy to-"

The back of Garrick's hand met his friend's chest, halting his sentence.

"No need, Bodhi -- Y/N knows I always have time for her, don't you Y/N?"

You peered up at him innocently, and Bodhi shook his curls softly.

"Right... well... I'll leave you two to it, I guess." He walked off defeatedly, and you cocked an eyebrow at your trainer.

"So, mat training tonight?" You questioned. Garrick swallowed thickly, nodding in response.

"Yep. I suppose so."

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You grew increasingly frustrated as Garrick forced you to repeat the same move again -- and again, you did it wrong. This time, you weren't even trying to mess up, but you just couldn't quite seem to figure it out anyway. All night, you'd been teasing the male without so much as a flinch from him -- the excessive stretching, the skimpy garments, and bedroom eyes -- nothing worked, and it was pissing you off.

You groaned in frustration, moving to reset your position once again.

"Garrick, I don't even understand why you're making me do this," you griped, bending your knees and taking a fighting atance again. "You said tonight we'd do mat training -- what does any of this have to do with-"

The wind was knocked from your lungs as the male lunged at you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You shouted as you were flung backward, landing straight on your ass. You gasped for air, vision blurring as Garrick released you at once.

"Because," he said, his tone curt. "Someone will take advantage of your ill-preparation, and knock you on your ass as I've just done."

You frowned, but he kept talking.

"Sparring begins with a good stance -- now, get back up, let's try again."

You huffed, accepting his outstretched palm as he tugged you back onto your feet. About 15 attempts later, he finally dealt you some praise.

"Very good! Now -- for hand-to-hand. Show me what you've got."

You stared blankly at him.

"You mean... fight you?"

He chuckled, readying himself before you. "Sure! Let's see what you've got, then I'll know where to start with you."

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You couldn't exactly be angry over how many times Garrick had you pinned to the mat -- he was a third-year, however, and you weren't complaining about him landing on top of you.

It was another hour before you began to push back, dealing him new blows and dodging the way he'd instructed you.

"Well done, Y/N!" He congradulated. It was short-lived, as the next round, you were on your ass again. This time, your back laid flat on the ground, and Garrick's nose hovered a few inches above yours.

"You've got fire," he said gently, his eyes searching yours. "But, I think I've figrued out what fuels you."

He had not the slightest idea.

"Back up -- this time, try and fight me with a little bit of that attitude from earlier."

You gasped, your hands curling into fists.

"Excuse me?"

He shrugged. "You heard me -- where'd that bratty sense of entitlement go, hm? Was it the first time I put you on your back, or the fifteenth-"

You lunged for him, growling as you took one of his legs out from beneath him. He gasped as he fell back, not expecting the move. You pinned him to the mat with your hips, your hands dodging his as he went to grab you. Once you had his pinned above his head, you finally found the courage to smirk down at him.

"This attitude, you mean?" You chuckled. His arms slid from your grip, grabbing at your exposed waist and flipping you over. Now, his hips pinned you -- his lips so close to yours, they could touch.

He smiled, soft as he looked down into your eyes.

"Exacly, that attitude."

This was the moment -- it had to be. Heat flared between your thighs as his hips pressed firmly against you, his bulge twitching and hardening beneath his sweats. Your spandex shorts did nothing to restrict the feeling, and a small wave of victory crossed your mind. You'd got him.

Slowly, you craned your neck, lifting your head from the mat as your mouth moved closer to his. His eyes fell closed, and you tilted your chin, almost there, almost-

"Am I interrupting something?"

Garrick's eyes flew open, his head turning toward the entry doors. You looked too, though you already knew who that annoying voice belonged to.

Imogen.

"N-no," Garrick stuttered, immediately releasing you and scrambling to his feet. He dusted himself off, not offerring you a hand this time. You stood reluctantly, watching as Imogen infultrated the room, dropping her bag without a care in the world.

"It was nothing, Gen. We were just training," he assured her. Her eyes dragged up and down your body, assessing, judging. You wrapped your arms around your bare torso, suddenly feeling exposed. The cropped tank and spandex shorts were meant to lure in Garrick -- not be used against you, making you feel so small.

"Right," she said, disbelievingly. She shrugged, working to wrap her knuckles with tape. "Well, Violet will be here any minute, so."

Garrick nodded, giving you a small glance before gathering his things. You sighed, reaching for your bag as well.

"I'll... see you tomorrow, Y/N. Be ready for the challenges."

It was all he said before racing through the doors, faster than a bat straight out of Hell. You frowned, standing from the floor and preparing to follow him out. That was, until Imogen's taped hand caught your shoulder to stop you.

"What?" You hissed, narrowing your eyes. She leveled you with an accusatory stare.

"I know what you're doing, second-year; and it's not gonna work."

You laughed humorlessly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you stated, trying to wrench your shoulder free of her grasp. She held tight, leaning in to speak lowly to you.

"You don't think it's obvious? The stares, the lessons, the... whatever the Hell it is you're wearing," she said wit disgust. Your cheeks reddened, but she kept talking. "I've been friends with Garrick for a very long time -- whatever you're doing is not gonna work."

You shook your head slowly, swallowing.

"Right. And I'm sure whatever you're doing, is?" You bit back. She dropped her hand, glowering at you. "Or, maybe not -- last I checked, he's not your boyfriend either."

She stared silently at you, her anger visible on her face. You shrugged, shifting your bag higher onto your shoulder. The door opened and Violet walked in, and you took that as your cue to leave.

"Good luck tomorrow, by the way," Imogen grit out. "I heard the challenges this week were going to be much harder than before."

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You were all but stewing as you watched the match happening before you. A girl from first wing was paired with another female from yours - Rhiannon, you think. She was doing your wing justice, absolutely handing the ither girl's ass to her. Violet flanked your side, not talking much as she watched beside you.

"You can't give me the silent treatment forever," she said, and you cuold practically feel her stare at the side of your head. Sure, the past week had not been fun -- you'd barely uttered two word to your roomate since finding out her new training arrangements. Thus, you figured she'd suffered enough -- and so had you.

"I just don't see why you'd go to Imogen for training," you answered, a long sigh escaping as you spoke. Violet turned fully to you.

"I didn't -- she offered to train me. She said she knew about the challenges this week, and who I'd be fighting, and said I could probably use a few pointers so I wouldn't end up on my ass again," she explained. Your brows narrowed as you registered what she said.

"Wait -- you're telling me Imogen knows who's paired up today?"

Violet nodded solemnly.

"Yeah. She said a bunch of the second years would be matched with thirds this week."

That. Fucking. Bitch.

You turned slowly, your eyes narrowing.

"And, you didn't think to tell me this?"

Violet shrugged.

"Figured Garrick would, honestly. Imogen said he probably did tell you."

Your blood simmered beneath your skin. That ignorant, pink-haired, selfish-

"Next on the mat! Y/N Y/L/N, and Imogen Cardulo."

Emmetario's voice was white noise as all color leached from your face. Was he serious? If you were paired with Imogen, and she'd known all week...

You turned, searching for Garrick in the crowd. Your gaze found his, the top of his head visible over the heads of the other cadets. His brows furrowed in concern as he stared back at you, his line of sight faltering as a certain third year stepped onto the mat.

You glared as you stomped onto the mat as well, walking straight up to her.

"You knew all week?" You growled, and Imogen only answered you with a look of amusement. "You knew. You knew all fucking week we'd be challenging one another, and you told my best friend, but not me?"

She huffed a laugh.

"Please -- I only found out this morning we were paired up. But yeah, I knew I'd be challenging a second year no doubt." She would the tape tighter around her knuckles. Looking down, you realized you weren't wearing any. Imogen laughed cruelly, not even looking at you as she spoke.

"What, did your new boyfriend not bring you to the ring well-prepared?" Your gaze hardened, especially as she glanced up at you. "Oh wait -- he isn't, your boyfriend."

You took a deep breath, the rush of air doing nothing to cool your temper. You heard your name from behind you, and you turned just in time to see Garrick approaching the edge of the mat. He held out wrapping tape, and you eagerly made your way toward him.

He said nothing as he made quick work of the material, winding it tight around your palms.

"Remember what I taught you," he said softly. "I believe in you, Y/N. I trust that you'll apply your training here, today."

You waited as he finished securing the tape around your second hand, then you glanced up at him angrily.

"Yeah, like how I should've trusted that you'd tell me I'd be fighting Imogen today?" Your gut twisted, the words you'd accepted as truth spilling out. "No wonder you didn't, honestly; I already know you have a thing for her."

Garrick's eyes widened, and he gripped both of your shoulders as he looked into your eyes.

"No, Y/N you don't understand-"

"BEGIN!"

You yanked free of Garrick's grasp, leveling him with a glare before turning to face Imogen again. She inspected her nails as you strode toward her, not even taking a fighting stance as you drew closer.

Silly girl, you thought. The first punch you threw hit her in the gut, and she reared back a step before aligning her defenses. She coughed as she took her fighting pose, fists raised and eyes narrowed.

The next hit wasn't so lucky -- you threw a punchand missed, which gave the third year the opportunity to knee you in the ribs. You staggered froward, working to regain your balance as you wheezed, turning to face her ignorant, smiling face.

"You got one good hit on me, I'll give you that." She lunged, both arms wrapping your waist and sending you careening to the floor. The wind rushed from your lungs as she pinned you, her sneer mere inches from your face.

"You forget, second year, he trained me too."

This had you seeing red.

You jerked your hips, tossing her off of you as you went completely feral. Every move, every thrown punch, every swing -- it was all Garrick. She dodged a few of them, of course; but by the fourth or fifth attempt, your knuckles were connecting with her jaw and your foot was shoving against the backs of her knees. You'd wrestled her to the floor, yanking her hands behind her back. You bared your teeth as you tried twisting them, but the callous female only laughed.

"You really think this is going to make him want you?" She taunted, blood dripping from the inside of her mouth. "You really think he'll be impressed? I can assure you he'll never-"

You huffed a growl, driving your elbow between her shoulderblades. She cried out in pain, her words completely cut off.

"He's mine," you growled into her ear. "Haven't you gotten that by now?"

Imogen grunted, thrusting you off of her back and sending you to the floor. You scrambled, trying to regain your footing -- failing, as her boot connected with your ribs.

"Miss possessive -- I'm sure he'll love that," she sneered. Her foot kicked you again, and again, and soon enough she was atop you. Her fists flew at you, every breath escaping as you panted and gasped for air. Shouts sounded from behind you, and in the moment you did the only thing you could think of. Reaching up, you clasped both hands around her neck, squeezing hard. Her eyes widened as her face grew redder, her air supply cut off. Black spots clouded your vision as she continued her assault -- the last image you saw was your tatered, bloody bandages before your vision winked out.

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When you woke up, night had fallen. The first thing you saw was the crackling hearth across the room, moonlight streaming in from the window above. You swallowed, your throat so dry it fels as thouh it had been coated in a layer of sand -- and that's when you began to realize where you were.

Your hands lie atop black, cotton sheets -- the room was cold, save for the burning fire beyond. Shivering, you drew the blankets from you; on top, you wore a large shirt you'd never seen before, and on bottom... well...

Instantly your eyes widened. The single bed, the upscale dorm, the shirt -- you weren't in your dorm. You weren't even in your own clothes, for that matter. Glancing down at your hands, you spotted fresh bandage wraps; gone was the blood and gore from earlier. You glanced around frantically, pausing as the adjacent bathroom door opened.

"I changed the bandages while you were out," Garrick said, crossing through the doorway. The stream of light followed him out as he crossed the room, nearing your bedside. "How are you-"

Your clenched fist drew out from under the blankets, aiming right for his nose. He caught it in an open hand, his grip reawakening the pain in your knuckles. His brow furrowed as he tsked at you.

"Ah ah ah -- you don't want to do that," he reasoned, gently placing your hand atop the covers once more. You narrowed your eyes at him, but he only met you with a grin. "Besides, your hands are just beginning to heal."

"I don't want to be here right now." You said suddenly. Garrick sighed, running a hand through his hair. You hated the way your eyes followed the movement of his long digits.

"Y/N please, just let me explain-"

"Explain what?!" You said incredulously. "Explain how you knew I'd be fighting Imogen today? Explain how, you kept it from me because you have some sort of, I don't know... thing with her?"

Garrick chuckled shaking his head.

"That's not it at all, Y/N. I didn't know the two of you would be paired up, for starters. Even if I did, I would have kept it to myself to keep the fight fair," he reasoned. You scowled.

"No, you would've kept it to yourself so she'd have the upper hand." Rolling your eyes, you continued on. "Because you're in love with her or something-"

It all happened so fast, his hand gripping your throat, your head swilveling to face him. His lips crashed onto yours, demanding and punishing in the most delicious of ways. Your eyes widened as his mouth moved against yours, not quite believing what happened. A soft groan escaped as his fingers squeezed lightly around your throat, and at that he pulled back slowly. His eyes opened slowly, focusing on your face.

"I don't," he assured, his quiet voice loud in the otherwise silent room. "I don't love Imogen -- not like that."

You stared at him in shock, all 1000 emotions warring with one another inside of you. He gazed back, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

"I do however, have a thing, for you."

Your face flushed at his words as your breath abandoned you. He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you again. You melted into him this time, listening as he mumbled softly against your mouth.

"Sorry -- this felt like the only thing I could do to get you to shut up for one second so I could explain myself." You giggled at that, arching your aching back as his hands slid around your waist and hugged you closer to him. You stayed silent as your head rested against his chest, his body repositioned to lay half on the bed with you. He sighed, his other hand stroking through your hair.

"How long have you known?" You asked. He knew what you meant, his chest rumbling as he laughed.

"Hmm.. maybe, a year ago?" You could hear the smirk in his tone. "You made it pretty obvious, Y/N."

You drew your head back, looking up at him in disbelief.

"You knew all this time that I liked you? And didn't do a damned thing about it?"

He shushed you, his fingers guiding your head to rest against his chest once again.

"Shhh, shh -- I'm doing something now, aren't I?"

You rolled your eyes, snuggling deeper into his chest. "Guess so."

After a few long minutes of silence, he spoke again.

"If we're going to make this work -- you're going to have to get over Imogen," he reasoned. "She's been my friend for a very long time, there's no getting rid of her." You huffed, closing your eyes.

"She likes you, Garrick." You complained, and he tilted your chin to look up at him again.

"And I, like you," he stated plainly. His lips kissed yours softly as he laid you back down.

You grumbled. "Just don't let your friend beat the shit out of me again."

He cackled at this.

"From what I hear, you did a number on her too."

Your focus faded in and out, sleep soon consuming you as the night stretched on. Garrick could have all the friends he wanted, you supposed -- as long as they kept their hands, off your man.

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Can you do one with Bodhi when he is our trainer and he went a little too rough on us that day maybe.?☺️☺️🙏🏼🙏🏼

Never Meant To Hurt

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Pairing(s): Bodhi x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: After a day of going too hard in the gym, you're shocked with surprising yet not unpleasant news when you come to.

SR’s Note: Eeeee this one is short, but sweet. I hope you enjoy, I appreciate your patience as I work to get to all of your requests!

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"Come on Y/N -- faster!"

You huffed out a breath, sweat slicking the back of your neck as you rolled your head. The tension knots forming between your shoulderblades only added to your exhaustion -- reguardless, you rolled your shoulders and raised your fists once more.

"Try again; just how I showed you."

You lunged, aiming for Bodhi's torso. Once again, you were too slow. He could see your move coming the instant you stepped forward, and again his arms caught you at the waist. You yelped as he flipped you onto your back, landing you straight onto the mat. The wind rushed out of you, a massive weight pinning you to the mat as you coughed and gasped for air.

"Alright! She's tapped out," Garrick called. Most of the marked ones had hung around the training center after hours, sparring with one another before challenges began tomorrow. Bodhi loomed over you now, his eyes narrowing with concern as the corners of your vision darkened.

"Something's wrong... somethings wrong!"

His frantic shouts were the last thing you heard before the blackness consumed you whole.

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When you woke, you met a pair of familiar brown eyes. They stared down at you, hard and assessing, full of concern. However, they didn't belong to the male you'd hoped for.

"Oh good! You're awake," Garrick said, his eyes softening a bit. You moved to sit up straight, wincing as pain bloomed in your lower back. A small ow escaped, and Garrick immediately reached for you.

"Woah! Take it easy," he soothed, helping you to sit comfortably upon your pillows. You sank back against their plush, relaxing once again as you looked sidelong at him.

"What.. happened?"

Garrick sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh.

"Well, one minute you were training with Bodhi, and the next..."

Your cheeks reddened, embarassment flaring within as you were reminded of earlier's events.

"Anddd he put me on my ass," you finished for him. He grinned sheepishly, shrugging as though he didn't know what to say. You shook your head, working to rid of the memory but it didn't work.

A thought occurred to you, and you halted your stewing.

"Where is Bodhi, anyway?"

As if on cue, a soft knock sounded at your dorm room door. A moment later, Bodhi appeared from behind it, his features dark with regret.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I-"

He halted upon seeing Garrick, his words cutting off as he paused in step. Garrick met his eyes with a grim look, rubbing his hands together uncomfortably.

"Am I... interrupting?"

Garrick's eyebrows shot up, and your eyes widened.

"No! No, nothing-"

"Absolutely not, man. She's all yours."

You both responded at once, and Garrick only dained you with so much as a farewell glance before quickly exiting your room. Bodhi still stood in place, watching the door shut behind his friend. You cleared your throat, redirecting his attention to you again. A long beat of silence stretched between the two of you as he studied you from afar. You decided to be the first one to break it.

"So... did you come in here just to stare at me? Or,"

The corners of his mouth tilted upward, a small smile stretching his lips. You raised a curious brow, and he finally took a few steps toward you. He approached your bedside, kneeling beside you to look straight into your eyes. The incessant butterfly fluttered its wings within your ribs, and you did all you could to continue its suppression.

"I came to check on you," he said softly, his rounded, kind eyes peering into your soul. You nodded wordlessly, encouraging him to continue on.

"I feel really bad about earlier, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want to do-"

You reached out a hand, placing it lightly on Bodhi's shoulder. The small touch halted his rambling, and his gaze jumped to where your skin connected with his.

"I know Bodhi, you'd never do something like that on purpose. You're my trainer, I trust you, truly." His eyes found yours again. There was something there, some emotion swirling in them you'd rarely seen before. When he spoke again, his voice was deeper, quieter.

"I shouldn't have gone so hard on you today," he mumbled, looking down at your bedsheets. "I just... sometimes, I think you're stronger than you think you are. I just want you to always be prepared, you know?" When he looked up at you again, his voice was raw with emotion. "Someone may really try and hurt you one day, and I won't be there to protect you-"

"Bodhi, hey, Bodhi," you said comfortingly, both arms wrapping around his neck. He raised up slightly, his hands bracing against your biceps as you clung to him. "Bodhi, it's not your job to protect me, you know? You've been a fantastic trainer, and I feel so comfortable with you, I mean, I really care about you," the words spilled out. The soft brown curls near the nape of his neck tickled as you buried your nose in them, hugging him tighter. You stopped rambling when he leaned away from you, looking up into your eyes again.

"What if I... want it to be my job?" He whispered. Your body stilled as you stared at him. Heat rose to his cheeks as he gazed at you, his eyes searching yours for answers he was desperate for. You blinked, once, twice, before answering.

"W-what... what do you mean?"

His eyes closed to slits as he leaned in, his nose nearly brushing yours. Your heartbeat fluttered frantically, the butterfly inside threatening to break free. His clean scent of pine and soap flooded your senses, especially with him so close.

"I'm ... in love with you, Y/N," he said softly. "Not just as your friend, or trainer, or anything else. I love you. And I-" You cut him off, pulling his lips to yours in an instant. Your heart exploded when his lips finally touched yours, the yearning for this moment finally finished as you'd done what you waited so long to do. Bodhi, the true love of your life, was here, kneeling before you, his lips pressed to yours.

His hands moved slowly as one cupped your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as his lips slid across yours. The other softly traced over the skin of your arm, over your shoulder, and down to your waist where it settled. He groaned softly as your lips parted, granting himj further access to explore you -- which he gladly took.

When he did pull back, he was breathless, panting through a megawatt smile as he gazed at you. You giggled, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest and the way his eyes studied you, taking you in as though committing you to memory.

"Garrick said I'll likely heal just fine," you said. His smile faltered at the mention of the other male's name, but you leaned in to press a quick, reassuring peck to his lips.

"But, I might feel better if you stayed here with me?"

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[scorpioriesling]

Boy, It’s Not That Complicated

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Pairing(s): Bodyguard!Dain x Singer!reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw, sexual content

Summary: You’d known there was more of a connection with your bodyguard than met the eye, not realizing how deep the feelings ran. If only it weren’t so complicated between the two of you.

SR’s Note: I apologize whoever sent in this ask; for the life of me, Tumblr for some reason will NOT let me answer / respond to it, and it was submitted anonymously. So, if your ask went something a little like this, I hope you see this, and I hope you like it!; "Hey. I've been so obssessed with your writing. Thank you for the good work that you do! It's my first time sending an ask so I hope I'm doing it right. If not, feel free to ignore me. I just wanted to request something Liam or Dain or Ridoc with a smutty jealousy trope. Like the men or any one of them are jealous and reader is oblivious at first before she realizes. And maybe it is modern AU? Thank you so much. You are awesome!"

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Your cheeks had began to hurt, the amount of smiling straining the perky muscles. You'd been smiling for hours, not letting the pain show for even a second; you wouldn't want anyone, especially not a fan paying to spend time with you, think they were unworthy or deserved any less from you.

"Hi Y/N!" Another young girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen, approached the spot where you stood. You gave her a wide grin, the pain becoming sheer background noise as she strode up to you, her own smile stretching her lips wide. You waved her over, opening your arms wide for an embrace.

"Hello there! What's your name?" You asked kindly. Her cheeks flushed red as she released her hold on you, a shyness you could understand and weren't a stranger to.

"Charlotte," she said softly, one of her hands reaching up to push her sandy brown hair behind her ear. Her eyes were shining behind the rims of her glasses, and you trained your gaze on the shirt she wore.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Charlotte!" You said, gesturing to her tee. "Sick shirt -- I like it!"

She giggled, unzipping her jacket wider to show you.

"Thanks! My mom actually just bought it for me," she explained, and you chuckled. You'd seen it a million times, from the first draft to where it now sold in the merch stands, but you were grateful nonetheless. Charlotte's eyes wandered over to her mother, beaming from a few feet away with her phone in her hand.

You followed her line of sight, peering over the woman's shoulder. That's when you caught sight of him. Of course he was back from his break already. It'd only been, what, ten minutes? Did the man ever relax?

"Hey, Charlotte -- could you ask your mom to take our picture?" You asked sweetly, redirecting your attention back to the teen. It was a tactic you'd learned, perfected, and used frequently, especially with fans who were more on the shy side. Charlotte's eyes went wide as saucers as she stepped closer, motioning for her mom to take your photo. And sure, her mom probably had a hundred by now, but you figured later, she may want one where you're both looking at the camera and smiling.

Charlotte's mother thanked you, and you turned your attention to the young fan once more.

"So, are you ready for the show tonight?"

Her mouth dropped, a small laugh tumbling out.

"Oh yeah! I'm ready -- the real question is, are you ready?"

You beamed, nodding enthusiastically.

"You know it! Been waiting for this one all week," you said, nodding in finality. The girl grinned, her focus straying as he inched closer. When you met his eyes, you knew what was coming. Next in line.

"Well Charlotte, it's been so nice meeting you, and I can't wait for you to see the show tonight!" You said, straightening once more. The girl wrapped her arms around you one last time, bidding you goodbye as she followed her mother out of the room. In an instant it seemed, your bodyguard had returned to your side, speaking lowly near your ear.

"Only two more in line -- it's almost four."

You sighed, nodding in understanding.

"I just... I feel so bad, like I don't have enough time for each and every one of them." You said, your gaze dropping. You looked back up as Dain laughed, his shoulders rising and falling quietly.

"Trust me, Y/N -- every minute spent with you would feel like a dream," he said. Your brows rose as you gazed at him, and when he met your eyes he cleared his throat.

"From a fan perspective, I mean." He quickly recovered, but a teasing grin was already forming on your lips, and a retort in your mind.

"Ohhh yes, I'm sure that's all you meant, Mr. Aetos."

He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, not appreciating the nickname. When Dain was brought onto the team a few years ago, that was his professional title in your eyes; Mr. Aetos. He always corrected you, without fail, and though you'd gotten rather close with the male over time -- well, let's just say you'd never pass up a chance to rile up a friend. Images replayed through your mind from your show a few weeks prior, or the afterparty anyway. The two of you had been dancing around one another all night, and by midnight, you'd both taken a private car back to the hotel.

You giggled, slurring your words as you attempted to speak.

"Did you see the position I did tonight?" You asked, giggling again. Dain rolled his beautiful brown eyes, his large hand scrubbing at his jaw.

"Yes, I did," he responded, looking sidelong at you. You leaned forward, poking softly at his cheek. Your heart warmed at the smile he gave you from it.

"Did ya like it?"

He laughed nervously, shaking his head from side to side in disbelief. You rolled your eyes and huffed dramatically, your gaze falling on the privacy window button in front of you. Leaning forward you pressed it on instinct, and the gap between the two of you and the driver began disappearing. When it was finally closed, you turned to Dain once more.

"Will you tell me now? He can’t hear us," you said, though it was obvious.

He shook his head again, this time his eyes didn't leave yours.

"Y/N-"

"I know ya did," you said, your words forming in your mind and tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I saw you. Watching me."

You'd leaned in, your face mere inches from his. His breaths were deeper now, his eyes fixed on your face as you continued inching toward him.

"Bet ya never thought of me in that position before, have you?"

This is what got him. He cleared his throat, his hands bracing your exposed shoulders. His throat worked as he swallowed, hard.

"Y/N, we can't do this-"

"Why not?" You asked, pouting. He sighed, his gaze only drifting to the tops of your cleavage for a second before returning to your face.

"Because... I'm... supposed to protect you, ya know. I’m your employee.”

You giggled again at this, pushing against his hands and practically moving into his lap. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes looking to you in warning.

"You can protect me all you want," you slurred. "I'm sure you've used protection before."

His cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink, and your eyes widened in admiration. Reaching up, you trailed a featherlight touch over his blush, and for a moment it felt almost like he was pulling you in.

"Y/N... I..."

"What if I told you I've thought of you before, hm?" You asked, fully straddling his lap. Your minidress had bunched around your thighs, and you moved steadily back and forth on his lap. Your arousal was evident, that was for sure -- especially with the delicious feel of your panty-clad pussy rubbing against his hardening cock.

"C'mon Dain," you whispered, your lips a fraction of an inch from his. "Or do you prefer I call you, Mr. Aetos?"

Dain's voice brought you back to the present, mthe memory fading almost as quickly as it came.

"Enough playing around, Y/N; the last two guests are approaching."

You huffed, the air exhaling from your lips breezing past a stray lock of hair in its wake and brushing it away from your face. Halting your eye roll, you plastered on a wide grin, just one more time as you turned to face the last couple of fans.

And holy shit -- good thing you did.

"Hi, guys!" You chirped sweetly, glancing between the two men. They looked to be around your age, albeit taller than you. The one on the left spoke first, his straight teeth gleaming beyond his full lips.

"Oh my gosh, wow -- there's no way you're real right now," he said, his words fumbling and tumbling out. You raised an eyebrow, allowing him to finish. "You're even prettier in person, and we're such big fans, and-"

"What my friend here means to say," his male counterpart interrupts. "Is that we're happy to finally meet you."

You grinned, the smile plastered to your face not feeling so fake anymore. You took in the blonde haired guy on the right, the light dancing in his baby blue eyes. He smiled kindly, his jawline so pronounced-

"I'm, so happy to meet you too!" You said, a bit concerned with how easily you were allowing yourself to get caught up in your thoughts. The brunette laughed, inching closer to you as he spoke again.

"We got the best seats -- front row!"

You let out a small laugh. "Well, you'll have a fantastic view, then." Lie. You remembered the time Dain told you the best seats in the house were nearly halfway up the stadium rows, as you were close enough to see and still able to see over heads. "Are you excited for-"

"Oh, very excited!" They responded at once, and the three of you shared a chuckle. The blonde ran a hand through his hair, and you tried to focus on the friend to avoid oogling. However, that didn't happen, because it turns out the brunette is just as handsome.

"Well, I'll surely look for you from the stage," you winked. What the Hell? What was wrong with you? These were your fans -- and besides, you'd only just met them. The brunette's eyes widened, and the blonde stepped closer.

"You wouldn't have to look if we just... met you after the show?" He suggested. Heat rose to your cheeks in that instant, realizing the implication swirling in those piercing blues. You laughed nervously, not entirely sure what you were getting yourself into.

"Oh! Uhm... yeah, I suppose that is an idea," you treaded lightly. The brunette fished his phone from his pocket, tapping on the screen.

"We'd love to! I mean, if you want to," he said sheepishly. He thrust his phone out to you, a "new contact" page opened on the screen.

"You could put your number in here, and we could always-"

He began speaking, but you were already shaking your head. Your loose curls bounced around your face, and both boys went silent before you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can't give out my number... uhmmm-" You looked around, searching for Dain. He stood near the entrance, his gaze locked on you. You could tell, though he wore black aviators. You waved your hand exitedly, beckoning him over. He strode to you quickly, his posture unmatched.

"How can I assist?" The low timber of his voice sent a thrill down your spine -- per usual.

"Oh, well my friends here," you begin, gesturing to the two giddy males before you. "Asked about meeting up after the show tonight. I was just going to ask for my phone so I..."

You trailed off as a callous, cruel smirk played on Dain's lips. His eyes were unseen beneath his glasses, however you could feel them on you.

"Not a chance," he uttered, the laughter dying out. "You won't need their info because you will not be going out after the show tonight."

You frowned. "Says who?"

Dain arched a brow, remaining silent. You huffed, stepping closer.

"My phone. Now. Please."

He continued standing perfectly straight, his hands clasped in front of him. You sent an apologetic glance to the two fans as they watched the interaction between the two of you. Stepping before Dain, you turned your back to the guys, though you didn't do much to block his taller frame from their view.

"Dain -- seriously, this isn't funny-"

"I'm not laughing."

You blew out a frustrated breath.

"Dain, seriously, give me my phone-"

"Didn't you hear me the first time? You're. Not. Going."

Your brows narrowed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You're not in charge of me, Aetos."

He chuckled.

"I, precisely, am, actually." He said calmly. "In fact, that's exactly what I was hired to do. Keep you safe, and protect you at all costs. So, yes, Y/N, it would seem that preventing you from going out with those two," he nodded pointedly toward the guys. "Would be in both our best interests in the end anyway."

You growled at him, and he extended an arm to peer at his watch. Shrugging softly, he returned his hands to their clasped position.

"And would you look at that -- four o'clock. On the dot. You know what that means."

You turned around in frustration, quickly masking your perterbed nature with another infamous cheery grin.

"Well! It seems our time here has come to an end," you announced, and both the males shoulders sagged a bit. You made sure to anunciate, for the sole purpose of Dain hearing your words.

"It seems I'm unable to take down your information, so I guess I'll just have to find you after the show," you suggest, and the brunette sighs.

"How will you find us, though?" He asks, and the blonde one simply shrugs.

"Just know that we're in the pit, I guess. Near the front." He sighed. You grinned, a malicious idea forming inside your brain.

"Oh, I'll remember you," you said. "Especially if you give me something to remember you by."

Both of their brows rose at this.

"Y-You mean, like our names?" The blonde asked, and you stepped forward. Your nose was mere inches from the brunette, and you grinned. Turning to look over your shoulder, you spotted Dain in conversation with your manager, not paying a lick of attention to you -- perfect.

"Your name, and maybe..." you trailed off. The brunette's eyes dropped straight down, soaking in your cleavage nearly touching his chest. "...a kiss, too?"

His cheeks reddened, his eyes widening. You smiled seductively, your hand coming to lightly touch his face. In an instant, his hands were on your waist, tugging you into him as his lips smashed onto yours. Aggressive, you liked it.

"Ridoc," he said, pulling away breathlessly. "M-my name is Ridoc."

You scrunched your nose, grinning like a sly cat.

"Ridoc -- perfect. And..." you sidestepped, stopping right before the blonde. He chuckled, his hands resting on your waist for only a moment before he shamelessly dove right in. His lips smushed yours, his kiss lingering even after pulling away.

"Liam."

You opened your mouth to respond, but a startled cry tore from your throat as you were suddenly lifted off your own two feet. Suspended in the air, your mind whirled as you were scooped up, tossed around, and pressed against hard muscle. Looking down, you realized you were feeling Dain's usual bodyguard attire; the sleek jacket, tight enough to conceal but hint at his muscle underneath it. You groaned loudly, working to regain focus.

"I'll find you later!" You shout-promised, waving excitedly toward the males as Dain escorted you quickly toward the exit. Both men nodded wordlessly, surely still reeling over their kisses with the Y/N Y/L/N.

You'd find them, you were sure of it. They did say they'd be in the front, anyway.

That is, if Dain didn't find you first.

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"What the Hell were you thinking?"

Dain had marched you straight to your dressing room, tossing you uncerimoniously onto the plush sofa in the middle of the room. The lights were bright, causing your head to swim more than it had been from being picked up, tossed around, and carried right back to your quarters.

You only groaned in response, rubbing at your eyes as you worked to regain focus.

"I never understand you, Y/N. All these rash decisions, you always seem to act on impulse," Dain continued on, now pacing back and forth before you. When you could finally see straight, his words became more clear too.

"...I just don't see why you would think doing these things with a common fan would be okay."

You barked out a laugh, leaning back against the sofa cushions and folding your arms once more.

"Ha! Dain Aetos, in all the years you've been my bodyguard, you still haven't seemed to grasp that I am independent, and I can make my own choices. Simple as that."

His jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth.

"Please enlighten me, then, on why engaging in such acts with a fan would be-"

You cut him off with a huff, standing and stalking over to your makeup mirror. You gazed at his reflection in the glass, growing smaller and smaller with every step you took.

"Oh please, Dain," you wove a hand in the air. "You always go for the dramatics. And besides -- there's no contract stating I can't simply kiss a fan of mine. I mean, seriously, you're all whiny and bitchy acting like I was having sex with-"

He was behind you in an instant, his body pressed firmly against yours. His hand had wrapped around your throat as your jaw hung open in surprise, the other hand pressing your abdomen into his torso. His eyes were darker in the mirror as he stared at you through it, and his breath grazed your ear as he spoke roughtly into it.

"Be careful what you say now, Y/L/N," he growled. "There are a lot of things your contract doesn't mention; it still doesn't mean you should do them."

Again with that thrill snaking down your spine. You tried surpressing it, but with the way your ass had been pushed back against his pelvis-

Stop. Thinking. About. That.

Your brows furrowed as you studied him. His breaths were calm, his shoulders rising and falling gently behind you. You, however, felt like your heart would nearly beat out of your chest.

When you spoke again, your voice was strained.

"Like... what, Mr. Aetos?"

He glowered at you, his fingers flexing around the column of your throat. Where your butt pressed against him felt electric, the column of his dick hardening simply beneath your touch. You weren't going to deny it, you absolutely found Dain attractive; and it seemed, he did too.

Or, maybe he didn't.

He released you instantaneously, as though he had just realized the way he'd been touching you. He took a few steps back, his gaze burning into yours through the reflection in the mirror. You frowned, turning to look at him straight on.

"Dain, please, I-"

"You need to get dressed," he said breathlessly. You sighed, running a hand through your hair as your gaze strayed from him. He strode for the door, clearing his throat and straightening his jacket before turning the knob -- and walking out.

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Your palms were sticky that day as you gripped the microphone, beats of sweat collating at your hairline. The dancers twirled and twisted around you, and you continued to sing, though out of breath.

Your manager had applauded you post-rehearsal, commenting on your effort and all that. You had barely heard him -- your gaze was locked on the beautiful man crossing the empty concert space, bags in hand.

"You didn't," you called out, heart pounding as Dain's smile grew. He was off today, privy to your rehearsal days before the tour began -- yet he still showed up, two white paper bags in hand. You crossed the room in seconds, a rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you made your way to him. Sweat ran down your back and forehead, but you didn't care -- there was food to be had.

"I did!" He said, baring those gorgeous pearly whites to you. When you got to him, you jumped into his arms, hugging him tighter than you ever had before. His forearms held you against him, his grip iron-clad to ensure you wouldn't fall.

"Dain Aetos, you're the best bodyguard ever!" You bellowed, as he set you down gently. He chuckled, handing one bag to you.

"Four strips, fries, and a small chocolate ice cream," he recited, and your cheeks warmed.

"My favorite," you said quietly. "You remembered."

He chuckled, blush fanning his cheeks as you peered into the bag. Looking to him again, your expression was full-on glee.

"With ranch? God, Mr. Aetos, I swear I could kiss you for this-"

He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"You don't have to do that; just figured you deserved something sweet," he explained. You leaned up onto your tip toes, pulling him down to your level by the collar of his shirt. Nonetheless, you pressed a soft kiss to the apple of his cheek anyway.

"And please, I think we're much past you calling me Mr. Aetos. Dain is just fine."

You reflected once again on your past memories with Dain as the pretty blonde tended to your hair. It was nearly showtime, and the stylist was fussing over the last few curls before you took the stage.

Sometimes, your bodyguard would join you in the dressing room, chatting with you and keeping you company as you were beautified. Today, however, it wasn't so cut and dry -- things with Dain were complicated. They always were, sure, but today was, well. Different.

"Just a few more, sweet pea," the stylist assured. Behind you, the backstage was a flurry of activity; dancers readying and stretching for their performance, men in black STAFF shirts adjusting and gearing up different microphones, all amid the hustle and bustle of stage crew ensuring every prop and instrument was in place.

But, in that crowd -- there was no Dain.

"What bodysuit you wearin' tonight?" The stylist asked. Her southern accent was thick, only pausing as she listened through her earpiece. "Y'manager tells me tonight you didn't have a special one picked out quite yet."

You sighed, pondering which one to choose. You'd worn the yellow a plethora of times, as well as the baby blue. Perhaps, pink? You weren't ready to debut the red yet, and-

"She'll be wearing this one."

You flinched at the sound of Dain's voice, so close to fast. He held a garment bag in his hands, a small smile on his lips. Your eyes lit up as he strode closer, ignoring the fussing of the stylist behind you.

"Dain..." you trailed off, not entirely sure what to say.

"All done!" The southern woman announced, switching off the hot iron and stepping from behind you. Rising at once, you turned to face your friend, eyeing the bag in hand.

"Which one is it?" You asked, and his smile turned devilish.

"Trust me -- you'll like this one."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Why, because you chose it?"

He huffed a small laugh, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you toward your dressing room to change.

"Exactly because I chose it. And, besides -- it's new."

Your eyes widened as he opened the door for you, ushering you inside. Thrusting the bag into your hands, his gaze met yours.

"Hurry up -- 30 minutes until showtime."

Your mouth opened, preparing to answer, but the male simply closed the door, granting you the privacy. Sighing, you draped the bag over the edge of the sofa, pulling at the gold zipper to unveil the costume within.

And when you saw it... God did it take your breath away.

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"I just don't think people are loving the green, y'know?" You asked, munching on the bite of burger you just took. Dain shrugged, as though he was listening but not quite agreeing.

"I think the green looks... fine."

You scoffed, swallowing the bite.

"Fine? Dain. I can't just be fine," you grumbled, and he popped a french fry into his mouth. He leaned back against the plush couch, his head resting against the metal wall of your travel bus.

"To be completely honest with you," he said swallowing. "I think everything you wear looks great."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, but people want more than just great." You sighed. Dain paused, his drink halfway to his mouth when he responded.

"Y/N, you look beautiful in everything you put on. You look beautiful even with nothing special on -- no makeup? Gorgeous. Hair in a ponytail? My favorite," he rattled on, pausing to sip his drink. All thoughts of your shared lunch had paused as you stared at the male sitting across from you, listening to his kind words.

"I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," he finished, taking another swig. Your face felt immeasurably hot, and suddenly the walls of your tour bus were far too close together. The room was small, your focus only on the man across the table from you. He stopped when he noticed you staring, shrugging as though he hadn't melted every one of your insecurities with his kind words.

"What? Is something wrong?" He asked innocently. All you could do was shake your head slowly, the realization dawning on you.

"No, nothing." You assured. It was a lie, something was very, very wrong -- and your bodyguard would never hear of it.

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The show was over and done in two hours -- standard, but nonetheless tiring. You exited the stage in your final outfit, itching to peel off the sequinef fabric and change into your loungewear. You met with the team for closing thoughts, only half listening as your focus was more on getting back to your dressing room and changing.

Your heart was heavy as you slumped back to your quarters. You weren't able to find the two cute guys in the crowd, and despite it being a Saturday night, you would not be going out. Not with the guys, not with friends, not alone -- Dain made that very clear earlier.

Sighing, you pushed open the star-adorned door to the changing room. The lights around your makeup mirror were dimmer, their glow casting the room in a soft bronze glow. You'd immediately stalked over to the desk, plopping down in the chair and letting out a huff of frustration.

A soft knock came at the door, and before thinking about it, you said the first thing to come to mind.

"Go away," you grumbled. "Unless you're a cute blonde or brunette fan of mine, I don't wanna see you."

The door pushed open anyway, and despite your doubt it was either of the men from earlier, you perked up with curiosity. You whirled in your seat gazing at the opening only to find Dain there, letting himself in.

You huffed and turned back around. "Dain, I said go away."

He leaned against the door silently, his form shadowed in the dim light.

"No," he said lowly. "You said go away unless you're brunette, and a fan of yours -- in which case, I am both."

You huffed a sarcastic laugh, the frustration of the day finally weighing on you. Standing, you nearly knocked the chair over as you turned to face him.

"Right! The only "fan" I'll be seeing tonight -- thanks again for that," the last word came as more of a bite, your tone full of animocity. He sighed, shaking his head at you.

"Oh, cut the crap, Y/N," he chastized, pushing off the door and striding toward you. "There's nothing those guys had that you'd want anyway."

A sardonic laugh bubbled out of your throat as you watched him approach.

"Oh yeah? And you know this, how? Because... you're my boyfriend, right?" You gasped in fake shock. "Oh no! That's right -- you aren't, my boyfriend, actually."

With every step toward you he took, you took one back. he'd come so close that the backs of your thighs braced your makeup counter, and you ran out of steps. He however, continued to prowl closer.

"No, no. You're right, I'm not," he said, his voice thick. He'd shed his jacket, now clad in a simple black tee and jeans to match. The scent of neroli and rainwater radiated off of him, only increasing as he placed a hand on either side you against the desk. His face was so close, his eyes so trusting as he gazed at you -- you could sense the longing in them. Or perhaps it was you, longing for him right back.

"But I should be." He said softly, inching forward toward your mouth. The touch was featherlight as he kissed your lips softly, though a rush of electricity bolted through you at the action. Long forgotten were the handsome males from earlier, your senses only clinging to Dain. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours as though they held every answer he needed.

You shook your head softly, brows furrowing.

"Dain... you said we can't..."

"I know what I said before." He interjected, leaning forward to kiss you again. Your heart began to race, hands growing clammy. He pulled back, speaking again.

"I really dont give a damn anymore, Y/N."

You swallowed hard, your face shifting from confusion to concern.

"Dain, I don't want you to get in trouble-"

"You are trouble," he said, the corners of his mouth tilting. "But, you're the kind of trouble I like. I have liked, actually, for a long time."

Your cheeks flushed at this. You tried hard to forget about the day you realized you were in love with your bodyguard, you really did -- but now, the chances of actually seeing that through seemed more like a possibility than ever.

This time you leaned forward, your lips pressing against his more urgently. His lips moved against yours, his hands pushing away from the desk in favor of resting on your hips. He became hungrier as he kissed you, his mouth tasting and licking up every last drop of you -- until you placed both hands atop his chest and broke the kiss.

"Dain... stop. What's gotten into you?" You asked softly. He sighed, his palms sliding to cup your ass. He hoisted you up, drawing you to him and allowing you to wrap both legs around his waist. The butterflies in your stomach had taken flight, and only when he laid you down on the plush cushion of your sofa could you think straight again.

"I think that today, when I saw how easy it would be to lose you to someone else," he murmured, kissing you again gently. "I knew I had to do it. Say "fuck it" and be honest, Y/N. I've been in love with you for so long and..." he trailed off, a small smile tugging at his lips. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, reaching to pull his mouth onto yours again.

"Dain, I-" you said between kisses. "I... I love you, oh God Dain," you panted breathlessly. He hovered over you, his hands wandering your body as he kissed you harder. You meweled and moaned at his touch, running your own fingers through his thick, dark locks. He growled under your touch, and you could feel his length hardening as he pressed between your thighs.

His hands flurried across your body, though his touch didn’t quite satisfy you as it didn’t reach your skin.

“Dain,” you panted, gripping at the collar of his shirt. “Please Dain, I-“

You didn’t even need to finish the sentence before his fingers were sliding beneath your back, tugging on your bodysuit zipper. Your heart raced in anticipation, pulse spiking as he continued kissing softly at your neck in the process.

“You think,” he replied lowly, his words muffled against your skin. “I don’t know you well enough by now? Hm?” He placed another particularly heavy kiss to your collarbone. “You think I can’t tell exactly what you want? What you need?”

You moaned at the feeling of his mouth, barely registering the looseness in your clothing. His fingers moved to pull it off you, his eyes widening as inch after inch of skin was revealed.

He let out a long breath as he tugged the garment down your legs, working to remove your shoes soon after. The tights were next — “It’s not that complicated” was chosen this evening — and soon, you lie bare beneath him.

“God, Y/N,” he groaned, fingers cupping the swell of your breast. His thumb rolled over your peaked nipple, drawing a whine from you.

“Dain, I need you-“

“As much as I want you to finish that sentence,” he says, leaning into you again. His lips barely brush yours, and you can see every hue within his deep brown eyes. “I already know what you need — and truthfully, I need you too, baby.”

Your breath hitches as his middle and ring fingers trail slowly down the front of your body, his eyes tracking the movement. A soft purr escapes you as he reaches your core, throbbing with need.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it,” he teased, the pad of his middle finger pressing against your bundle of nerves. You sighed, your head resting against the sofa cushion. “You wanted your bodyguard to touch you like this? So needy, baby — so sinful.”

You loosed as breath as both fingers slowly pushed into you, your walls squelching around the digits with the effort. Dain smirked, retracting his fingers slowly and then gently easing them back in.

You only let this torturous pace go on for a few minutes before you couldn’t take it any more.

“D-Dain,” you squeaked. Your eyes peered up at him innocently, though the thoughts and hopes running through your mind were anything but.

“Please I want… you, Dain.”

His eyes found yours at this, darkening as he took in your expression. You gasped as he sped up his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out quickly. You moaned loudly, your free hands reaching to tug on your nipples.

He groaned at this, yanking his fingers from you before pinning both wrists above your head. Your eyes went wide, feeling his one handed grip on your hands as the other… the… other…

Jesus Christ.

“Dain I…”

He was fucking huge.

He smirked, his free hand lazily rubbing up and down on his elongated shaft. Precum wet his tip, a small trail glistening as it slid over the mushroomed top and down a rigid vein on his cock’s underside.

“What, you think it’s…” he trailed off, a tiny rosey blush tinting his cheeks. You couldn’t help but giggle at this, finally able to catch him in the wrong.

“No! No, you’re just…” you trailed off, trying to decide the best way to say it. “You’re really fucking big Dain. I don't know if you'll fit...”

The adorable blush deepened, crimson dusting the tops of his cheekbones. He said nothing as he pushed forward, the tip aligning with your awaiting hole.

“We’ll see about that.” He murmured, inching his cock in further. You hissed as he pushed his girth inside, stretching you in a deliciously painful way.

Once he was seated to the hilt he pulled out slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. His lips parted as he pressed back in, and your face twisted in pleasure.

“More, Dain,” you pleaded. “Faster.”

He growled, retracting all most all of the way before ramming back in, reveling in the way you cried out for him. He didn’t stop, every muscle working as he fucked into you at a quick but steady speed. You were a mewling mess, whimpering and pleading as he jackknifed into you.

“Yes — oh YES, oh God yes —“

Your chants were pathetic, but they were authentic if anything. Nothing with Dain was forced or faked, it never had been — that only mirrored in the way of the bedroom, it seemed. The way his length rubbed against your velvety walls, pushing you closer and closer to your edge; it felt surreal. You’d never experienced this level of pleasure before, not until tonight.

“So beautiful, baby,” he cooed, his gaze finding yours again. A few brown locks brushed against his forehead, and he grit his teeth as he drove in harder. “You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine. God I love you so much, perfect perfect girl.”

That did it.

With a shout (louder than you liked) you released, your walls clenching and pulsing around his dick. He groaned at this, his hands releasing the hold on your wrists to instead grip your waist, plunging his length as deep as he could reach within. In a matter of seconds, he released inside of you, and you watched in awe at the way his face relaxed as he spilled his seed.

The two of you were left panting, gazing at one another as you came down from your highs. Reality came back to you, slowly but it did — and you remembered where you were. What you’d done. And who with.

“I should probably…” he trailed off, his hands leaving your waist. He reluctantly began to move off of you, that was until you reached out to stop him.

“No — please,” you said softly. “Dain if you meant what you said… you should, stay,” you whispered. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leant in as though to kiss you again.

“I meant it all. Every last word.” He promised. Your eyes brimmed with tears, the wait was finally over. No longer would you be forced to hide your attraction, the care you held for this male, the love in your heart — now knowing he felt the same, regardless of the consequences.

“Then stay here. With me.” You said, leaving up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “At least for a little while longer.”

He grinned, his arms wrapping around you to hug you to his chest.

“Anything you wish, my love.”

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[scorpioriesling]

✧˚ · . 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙵𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁

✧˚ · . 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙽

[scorpioriesling]

Could you please do a Bodhi x reader where he is tried of constantly being in Xadens shadow/number 2 to him. The reader shows him why he is her number 1. (Can be fluffy or smutty) Please and all the thank yous:)))

Never Second Best

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Pairing(s): Bodhi x reader

Warning(s): angst, light implied smut at the end (pg-13)

Summary: After another particularly upsetting day, your boyfriend turns to you for comfort and reassurance -- in which you are more than happy to provide.

SR’s Note: Sorry for going MIA for almost two weeks -- I've had a lot on my plate! Also, big news: I'VE SURPASSED 1000 FOLLOWERS! Thank you all so so much! I never knew my writing would gain this much attention, and I'm so grateful for every follower, every like, comment, repost, and all the support overall. You are all truly the best! With that, I hope you enjoy this piece (it's my first one written in dual POVs and in first person)! xoxo

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Bodhi

I watched as Melgren spoke, the lines around his mouth twitching as the words tumbled out. He spoke professionally, efficiently; yet, the words that were echoing against the stone walls beyond were anything but.

"As I stated in the meeting prior -- our relations with the other isles must improve," he said, voice thick with irritation. "When we go war -- and we will go to war -- we must have allies set in place preemptively in order to solidify our chances of making it through. Hedotis would be the primary target, and we need to get them on the same page as quickly as possible."

My mind races, thinking of all the ways this could go sideways. I glance sidelong to my cousin, only to find his jaw tense and eyes narrowed.

"I completely agree," Colonel Aetos replies first, always eager to earn brownie points. I have to physically withhold my eyeroll, I never understand how Xaden does it. The calm, unflinching exterior always concealing any thoughts he may have. His lack of reaction in situations like these; honestly, it makes sense that the title of Duke was passed onto him and not me.

"What steps do you reccomend taking to ensure proper footholds in an alliance with the other provinces?" Duvera's voice sounds from the other side of the round table, and I tune back into the conversation. Melgren sighs, and once again, Aetos speaks up.

"We could always send someone they'd trust, someone higher ranking," he suggests, his beady eyes sliding to my cousin. "Someone they'd be familiar with, anyway."

Xaden stiffens, the vein in his arm bulging as he registers the incinuation.

"You think sending me to Hedotis is really the best option?" The question comes out more like a statement, and he holds Aetos' gaze. The slimy fucker simply shrugs, not giving a damn about our family history or what would come from this.

"I mean, your mother does live there, doesn't she?"

I study my cousin, the closest thing I've ever had to a brother. Registering the glint in his onyx eyes, I can see it: beyond that thick skull of his, he is surely pondering killing the Colonel.

Instead though, he takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"I don't think that's the best course of action."

The Colonel laughs incredulously, and I can't help but glare at him.

"Well, it's not up to you or I, is it? It's up to him." He gestures to Melgren, who is rubbing a stressed out hand over his jaw. Duvera chews on her lip, trying to formulate another plan while Kaori shifts uncomfortably beside her.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind -- not a great one, but a more suitable one nonetheless.

"Whatever you're thinking," Xaden says quietly, barely moving his mouth as he speaks. "Don't say it."

I forrow my brows as I look sidelong at him, and he meets my stare with a cautios look. I ignore it: he can read my mind, so he surely knows what's coming next.

Melgren and Aetos have begun debating when I step closer to the table, clearing my throat loudly in an attempt to capture the group's attention. Melgren quiets, and Aetos looks my way in irritation.

Finding my voice, I speak as confidently as possible.

"I'll go," I offer, my eyes finding Melgren's. He looks to me in a resigned sort of way, almost as though he wished I hadn't brought it up. Colonel Aetos snorts, looking to me incredulously.

"And, how will you wage an alliance with the Hedotian kingdom?" He says it with a raised brow. I glare at him.

"Well, Talia is my aunt afterall-"

Aetos laughs incredulously, cutting me off.

"This is rediculous! You can't tell me you really think you'd be able to talk them into an alliance just because of your relation to their queen, do you?"

Melgren raises a hand at this, and looking across the table I observe Kaori glaring at the Colonel as well.

"Let him speak, Colonel," Melgren requests, and the flustered male sinks back into his chair with a huff. He goes to far as to cross his arms when I begin talking again.

"I just felt that, since I am familiar with at least one member of their leadership," I give the Colonel a pointed look. "I'd be much better suited for the job."

Duvera looks back and forth as though she's considering the option when my cousin speaks from behind me.

"I don't feel comfortable sending you across seas to deal with my mother," he says lowly. I shake my head slowly, hoping he's reading my thoughts and will shut up. Clearly he isn't, as he continues on.

"I'll go. I'm familiar with the Isle, how to get there, and I know Sgael will be able to withstand the journey." Aetos claps his hands loudly, rising from his chair once more in delight.

"Fantastic plan, young sir. Just fantastic!" He claps again, his barking voice and flapping hands reminding me more of a harp seal than military commander. Melgren looks to me once more, indecision in his eyes.

"I believe myself capable of completing this mission," I interject, and Kaori looks to me in encouragement. "I wouldn't want to put any of you at risk, and I believe Cuir would do just fine-"

"Oh, pipe down, boy!" Colonel Aetos shouts, shaking his head disapprovingly in my direction. "Riorson is obviously a better choice, having familiarity with the land and with his title, he'd be sure to clench an alliance as opposed to...?" He shrugs. Rage swells within me, but before I let it loose I feel my cousin's hand on my shoulder as he steps beside me.

"My cousin," he finishes for the Colonel. "Bodhi is my cousin, and therefore within the Tyrrendor family line. He'd be a great candidate for this trip, however..." he pauses, his eyes meeting mine for a split second before he clears his throat. "I wouldn't put him through that. He's a fantastic officer and leader, and I have no doubt in him. However, this is something I'm directly involved in, and-"

"So, it's decided then!" Aetos interrupts for about the millionth time, and I feel the rage swelling into something else. Something black, inky and distant -- a feeling so common during high-ranking meetings like these.

"Melgren? Your decision?"

The General sighs deeply, looking down at the table and shaking his head. When he looks back up, his gaze full of pity -- I know exactly what his decision will be, and his final answer sends me straight through the front doors without another word.

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Y/N

The rain is falling silently against my window, the gray sky providing a dull light as it fades through the space. I grin as I cap my pen, holding up the love letter I'd been decorating to view it before me. The small candle on my desk flickers its flame, and I lie my paper back down. The flame dances again, this time accompanied by a sudden rapping at my door.

I stand instantly, trotting over to the wooden panel in anticipation. Bodhi had his important meeting today, and with Sloane gone for the weekend, I'd requested he come by after. However, it hadn't been long since he'd initially left this morning -- I sure hope everything went alright.

I close my palm around the small golden knob, twisting and yanking it toward me. Sure enough, the handsome male stood on the other side.

I smile on instict, his presence always an excitement; but, that's when I notice his expression. His eyes are downcast, his brows in a permanent furrow. Small droplets of rain fall from his brown curls, and his arms are folded tightly across his chest in a way that seems unsettling. My face falls, I can feel it -- and I immediately feel more concerned than joyous.

"Bodhi? Is everything alright?"

He shakes his head slowly, barely glancing up to meet my eye. After a moment of silence, he answers back in a low whisper.

"No."

My heart sinks at this, the state he's in, the emotinoal turmoil. I step forward, my hand prying one of his folded ones from under his arm and I grasp it tightly.

"Hey, come on in here honey -- let's talk."

He barely steps forward, more of a staggering trip before he gathers me into his arms. My eyes widen in surprise as his head dips, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he bends down to reach me. He bares half his weight to me, sagging against me as his nose nuzzles my neck. He sighs heavily, his fingers clutching at my waist and pulling me as far into his chest as possible. I move to catch my balance, holding the both of us up as I wind my own arms around his neck.

"Oh Bodhi," I sigh, tears threatening the backs of my eyes. I hadn't expected the meeting to go so poorly, in fact, I expected good news -- he'd seemed to confident about it earlier this week. I can tell now as I run my fingers through his silky, chocolately curls that both of us were wrong to assume.

The threatening tears make their appearance as his body shakes softly against mine, and my lips turn downward. I try to force myself not to cry, especially when my boyfriend needs me in this moment to be strong for him. I sniffle softly, continuing to run my fingers through his dampened locks as he releases his emotions, the only sound in the room the soft patter of rain on the window.

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Y/N

I wake three hours later, immediate gratification flooding my system at the body pressed against mine. The rain has since cleared, leaving a pale evening sky in its wake. Wiping the back of my hand across my eyes, I blink them open, happy when I realize I'm right. Bodhi sleeps soundlessly against me, his arms wrapped around my waist and his head resting against my abdomen. A thin trail of smoke wafts from my forgotten candle, my empty coffee cup sitting quietly beside it. My abandoned love letter rests atop the desk, the red lipstick prints glinting in the evening light. I'd be sure to give it to Bodhi later.

Turning my attention back to him, I smile softly, running my fingers through his hair once more. He stirrs, groaning groggily as he lifts his head.

Those eyes, those wonderfully brown eyes -- they meet mine in an instant, and a small smile curves the edges of his lips. His fingers give my waist a squeeze, and he nuzzles his face into my abdomen once more. His shoulders flex with the movement, and I can't help the involuntary heat wave headed straight to my core.

"Bodhi... baby," I tug lightly at his curls until he tilts his head, looking up into my eyes once more. He grins, and I can't help but giggle.

"Honey, we need to talk," I plead, and he sighs, his pointer finger tracing the line of exposed skin between my top and shorts. I chuckle, swatting his tickles away playfully. His hand reaches up, thumb brushing over my cheek and I can't help but blush.

"About what, baby?"

I roll my eyes, turning to press a kiss against the pad of his finger.

"You know what," I suggest, and he brushes his thumb across my lips once more. When he pulls it back, he examines the paint he picked up, marvelling at the color.

"About... how much I love this new color you've been wearing lately?" He asks innocently. I sigh, sitting up and retracting from his grasp. He moves to sit before me, and I give him a knowing look.

He runs a hand through his mass of curls, finally giving up.

"Ughhh... fine." He resigns, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. I sit quietly, expectantly, as he gathers his thoughts and presents them to me.

"So... I'm sure you gathered that the meeting went horribly today," he begins, looking down at his lap as he explains. He walks me through the meeting, and I suddenly hold up a hand to pause him.

"Wait -- Aetos said you shouldn't go because you're family, yet he was so quick to offer up Xaden instead?"

Bodhi throws his hands up, looking to me in laughter.

"Exactly! Makes no sense. Now, let me finish the story."

He finishes explaining his day responsible for his sour mood, and I listen intently, even when he gets to the point of simply ranting.

"I just never understand it, you know -- it's like nothing I do is enough, or will ever be enough to match my cousin." He sighs, ruffling his hair. "Every time I offer myself up, or try to do something useful, I'm always second best, and-"

"Hey hey hey," I interrupt, leaning forward to take his hands in mine. His fingers are cold, and I press them between my two palms. "You are never, second best. I can assure you of that."

He huffs, looking away again. "I am though, I'm not a Duke, I have no title, I'm simply the younger cousin, and-"

I cut him off, leaning forward to press my lips to his. He immediately stops talking, his skin melting into mine like butter. The taste of rainwater lingering there, his earthy scent -- it's damn near intoxicating.

I move my lips against his, and his hands tug from my grasp in favor of threading through my hair. I sigh against his mouth, only reaching up after a few moments to push back lightly against his chest.

"You're never second best," I reassure, my eyes meeting his. His brown orbs soften at my words, and I give him a small peck before continuing. "Not to me, and surely not to anyone else." Another peck, and it has him leaning in for more. I move to straddle his lap, hating how wet I've become in a matter of minutes. I'll forgive myself though; his bulge presses against the soft cotton of my shorts.

"You've always been number one in my book -- maybe I just need to give you a little reminder?"

He chuckles, grinning wide before tugging my lips back to his. He kisses hungrier this time, devouring my lips with his as though he could never get enough of me. The soft groan is confirmation enough as I purposefully grind my hips atop his, the pressure between the two of us mounting. His teeth playfully toy with my bottom lip, and I only push him back when his fingers begin to trail beneath my shirt.

His back hits the mattress, his darkened eyes gazing up at me in anticipation. I grin, reaching down to tug at the waistband of my shorts.

"I'm always happy to remind you, just how number one you are to me, Bodhi."

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