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yourlocallunatic · 5 months ago

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You're Insufferable

Ridoc Gamlyn x Fem!reader 18+

Summary: Ridoc is a tease and everyone knows it and deals with it. But for some reason he drives you absolutely insane. The bickering is constant but there is something else lying underneath all the arguing. (follows Fouth Wing plot! I'm only halfway done with OS but I just love Ridoc sm)

Warnings: minor character deaths, smut! piv, oral sex (f receiving), light choking, a spank or two. sorta dom!Ridoc domsub dynamics. our boy is a relentless tease.

wordcount: 12.5K

notes: reader is described to have long hair because this is entirely self-indulgent. there is just such a lack of Ridoc stories, I needed moreeee. (yes it's long I got carried away)

Ridoc fucking Gamlyn. The bane of your existence. It started the day you crossed the parapet, you were determined to get across if only to spare your family from seeing your dead body on day one. The first rider of the family meant you were already dead to them, no one was there to prepare you for the onslaught you would face. And that day on the parapet was too close, the wind and rain caught you off guard, but it was your stupid long hair that was almost the death of you.

Your arms were out at your side to keep your balance while the wind whipped around you. You could hear the soon-to-be cadet behind you cursing with every step he took, his nervous laughs filling the air. It was hard to keep your balance though with your hair flying into your eyes every five seconds, and moving it away from your face took away precious time, the boy was getting closer. In a swipe of your hair, you glanced behind you quickly catching the dark-haired boy's eye, and he fucking grinned at you. Was it meant to be intimidating? No. But with how much adrenaline was coursing through your body the only thought you had was that he wanted to throw you off the edge to get rid of you early. You tried to pick up your pace but it only caused the wet strands of your hair to fly back in your face quicker resulting in you momentarily losing your balance. You crouch closer to the rocky surface trying to regain your balance slowly, a shaky breath leaving you as you hear the boy approaching closer.

"Better chop off that pretty hair when we get across or you're as good as gone when challenges start!" he shouted over the wind, his voice was teasing but you couldn't help the fear that was still running through your veins.

"Shut. Up." you grit out. You'd recovered your pace but he was still behind you.

"Hey, just trying to help. Or you can fall and I'd have one less cute girl to talk to and that would be a shame," he was so close to you you could feel his laugh on the back of your neck. But you ignored him, trying to focus on getting across the last quarter of the parapet. "You excited?" you give no response, again tucking your hair behind your ears, "can't say I'm thrilled with being potentially killed but hey, the lives we choose to live." You roll your eyes your pace now quickening with being so close to the confined walls of Basgiath once more. "Wait up! Don't want you running off without your new friend!" you were so close, ten more steps.

A deep exhale leaves you as you jump the short distance from the parapet to the grounds, a girl sits at a table with a sheet of paper and a pen waiting to take names. She jots down your name and gives you a tight-lipped smile before calling the next person.

"Ridoc Gamlyn," that gods-damned voice again. You try to speed away before he can get to you after giving his name but you don't make it. "Hey!" he calls to you. That's it. Better to get him off of you now before it becomes a habit.

"Hey?" you turn on your heel and stare him down causing him to almost run into you with the stride he was going at, "What the fuck was that back there?"

"Uhm I'm sorry?" he questions confusion taking hold of his face.

"I said, what the fuck was that? You were right behind me shouting in my ear! I know we're not supposed to root for each other but you're trying to kill me already?" you knew your face was going red with the anger consuming you. Gods, you couldn't wait for this guy to be gone.

"Woah, princess, I was just helping. Your hair is going to get in the way, take a look around, who else here has that long of hair?" you don't want to but you look around anyway. Every person, male, female, or otherwise had either short, cropped hair or it was tied back tightly. He gives you an I told you so look before speaking again. "That's because they're all at the bottom of the river, I was just there in case you lost your sight again. Whatever I'm done with this shit." He rolls his eyes before turning away and walking elsewhere.

You sigh to yourself. This was going to be a long three years and you've already made an enemy. With your luck, he would try to kill you that night.

Your first night as Basgiath started better than you expected. You'd managed some small talk with some other first years and the two girls invited you to sit with them at supper that night. One of them was the Sorrengail girl you'd heard everyone talking about, she was slight but with her stubborn determination you had no doubt she would try to cheat death in here. The other girl was taller, her hair braided back in dark cornrows, Violet was also smart enough to have her long, silver ends tied up. Shit. Maybe Gamlyn was right. You did your best to keep your eyes on him throughout supper, he sat a few tables away from you with some other first years, but clearly, you weren't being very discreet with your wandering gaze.

"Already found someone worth sleeping with?" Rhiannon questioned teasingly, turning to look at who you were staring at, "He's cute."

"No. He's a fucking asshole is what he is." You grumble, stabbing some lettuce with your fork.

"Ridoc, I talked to him earlier," Violet speaks up, "he was nice to me. Bit of a smart-ass but he's funny. What happened with you two?"

"He tried to kill me up on the parapet!" you say, definitely louder than you wanted to, and shit of course he looked up right as you said that. He excused himself from his table and made his way over to you guys. You swear your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. His stride was confident, a smirk playing on his lips as he brushed his dark curls away from his forehead. No. You internally scold yourself, he may be attractive with his lean frame but he was annoying as hell.

"Is the princess telling lies about me?" he smoothly slides between Rhiannon and Violet throwing his arms around their shoulders a grin eating up his face.

"You tried to kill her?!" Violet shoves his arm away from her, looking at him incredulously.

"Of course not!" rage consumes you, "I was just staying close to her, her hair kept flying in her face, was just there in case she lost sight completely and fell," he says as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"No. You were fucking distracting me!" your utensils clatter on your plate, "telling me to 'chop off my pretty hair'" You lower your voice to imitate him and he dares to laugh at you.

"Well...what do you girls think?" he says looking between the other two, their minds processing.

"I hate to say it...but Ridoc is right, it'll probably make it easier if you cut it, or at least tie it back like Violet," Rhiannon gives you an apologetic look and a shrug.

"That settles it then princess, just trying to help," Ridoc shoves himself away from the table before walking back to his seat, turning around halfway to meet your gaze, and winks at you. You roll your eyes in response before turning back to the girls. They share a look before going back to their meals.

The next morning in the barracks Violet had offered to braid your hair back for you and you begrudgingly agreed. You hated Ridoc being right. Zihnal was not with you because when first years began being added to squads you were thrilled to be with Rhiannon and Violet, but your excitement was short-lived as Ridoc was the next name called to Second Squad, Flame Section, Fourth Wing. He takes his place behind you and you do your best to ignore him as he talks to Sawyer–another member of your squad.

"Ah, look who took my advice!" you feel a tug on one of the two plaits Violet had done on you and you turn with fury.

"Take your hands off me Gamlyn," Rhiannon turns from where she stands next to you, grabbing your hand in an attempt to calm you.

"Someone's fiery this morning," he laughs, "looks good on you princess," he winks again, and before you or anyone else can stop you, the hand Rhiannon didn't have a hold on flew and slapped Ridoc straight on the cheek. He raises his hand to hold his face as you hear a shout a couple of rows ahead of you. "What the fuck?!" Ridoc shouts the shock evident on his face.

"Cadets!" your new squad leader–Dain Aetos–approaches the two of you, "You're a part of a squad now! Act like it. There will be plenty of time to fight during sparring, now behave yourselves." You turn back into formation hearing Ridoc grumbling behind you. Holy shit. What've you just done...? You hit your squadmate! You'd unknowingly unlocked months of intense rivalry between the two of you, all because you couldn't hold your temper.

The weeks went by slower than you thought, days of intense training and studying. Being a rider was a hell of a lot more difficult than you imagined it to be. But the most difficult part was trying to keep your temper around the man who was trying to make your life a living hell. Your other squadmates were fed up with your bickering. It ranged everywhere from trivial arguments about homework to betting who would make it up the gauntlet first when the training was to start. Challenges were going to start soon too, no longer assigned fighting partners and you knew Ridoc would challenge you only to bring revenge on the slap you'd landed on him the first day. But you were smart, you'd started studying his fighting style the moment he stepped onto the mat during the assessment. He held up alright, eventually knocking a tooth out of Aurelie's mouth, but that was before the daily training. As annoying of a squad leader that Dain was, he worked you all hard, and with gauntlet practice approaching too, he ensured you were all eating more than your share of food. Ridoc had gone from a lean floppy-haired boy who teased you on the parapet, to a now filled-out man beating most of his opponents in challenges.

But the most annoying part about Ridoc is that you didn't mind him...he was kind to the people he cared about and there had been more than one occurrence where you had to hold back your laughter from one of his jokes. But it was already over, you'd already hit him and he'd already decided that he would get his retaliation. So now every morning at breakfast you'd have to hear his taunting voice tease you.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"Does that scowl hurt your pretty face?"

"Seems like the princess hasn't gotten any this week, she's grumpy."

Day after day. Thank the gods when it came to serious moments he seemed to hold back. You were halfway up the gauntlet, about to cross the shaking posts. Only moments earlier Ridoc had been arguing with Tynan about Barlowe, you and Violet had shared a glance, never seeing him lose his temper and it was...kind of hot. He was taunting Tynan from the ground, and you'd expected the same when you began, but he stayed oddly silent. You'd surprised yourself after making it to the top, the training was paying off.

The next week, challenges began, and you were ready. Just as you'd expected Ridoc challenged you. Rhiannon gave you a nervous look as Sawyer tried to talk him out of it.

"Are you sure?" Rhi asked you as you stripped off your flight jacket, leaving you only in your training top and pants with half of your daggers strapped to your belt.

"It's fine, Rhi. We all knew that this was going to happen. Maybe after this, he'll give up and stop annoying the shit out of me." You approach the mat, Ridoc already standing ready, his arms swinging at his sides to pump himself up. Did his shirt get tighter somehow? No. Not the time for that. You shove the thoughts to the back of your mind, trying to bring all the memories of the times he irritated you to the forefront. You take your stance, a dagger in each hand just like he did.

"Ready, princess?" He teased, that gods-damned annoying smirk splayed across his face.

"Begin," Emmeterio announced, and Ridoc pounced. You'd been watching him, he always skirted around his opponents waiting for them to make the first move, but not this time. It caught you off guard but you were able to move away in time, moving around him before throwing out a leg to knock him off balance. It worked for a moment but he was on you again in no time. He was moving fast, but you could move fast too. You hit each other with a series of blocks before you were able to knock a dagger out of one of his hands. He cursed, but that only freed up his hand to be able to grab your wrist, twisting until you dropped a dagger of your own. A gasp left your lips from the pain, and he eased up with the sound. He was going easy on you. Well fuck that. With his guard down you pull him closer, close enough that you could smell his sweat. Damn, why did he have to smell good too? You used that closeness to wrap a leg behind his knee to take you both down to the ground. You were on top of him now, his face contorted in frustration, only the second time you'd seen him lose his temper. He grunted and cursed.

"Fuck!" he shouted from between his teeth. Did you really get him this worked up? You grappled with each other, both of your remaining daggers lost somewhere on the mat, you tried to reach for your belt to grab another one while you were still on top but it made you lose your leverage. He was still stronger than you and you roll so that he now has the advantage above you. All these months he'd been preparing just so he could beat you. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You've lost all semblance of control and tactic, now just thrashing to get out of his hold. He holds your wrists with one of his hands, his other shooting out with the speed of light to grab the dagger closest to him and bring it to your throat, "Yield!" he shouts louder than necessary. You stared into his eyes above you, his gaze was concentrated, and he knew he'd won. But you continue to stare at him before swallowing thickly, your eyes burned, tears threatened to spill over and his gaze softened, and the pressure of the dagger at your throat lightened significantly. You could use his moment of softness to try to gain back control but it was over, you'd already been humiliated.

"I yield," it was barely a whisper, only enough for him to hear. He gathered himself quickly and reached his hand down to help you up but you ignored it and picked up your daggers from the mat. You were missing one and you knew it was in Ridoc's hands. You turn to him, your gaze still low to the ground refusing to make eye contact. He mutters your name quietly, gently, and holds your dagger out to you, but you just push it back to him before rushing off the mat and gathering your things, leaving the training room. He'd won it, fair and square. You lost all control in that match, what was happening?

The next few days were awkward, to say the least. The rest of the squad tried their best to keep things normal, but nothing was normal without the banter between you and Ridoc. Slowly he seemed to regain some confidence in teasing you, it started light with you just rolling your eye in response, but by presentation day the two of you were in full-on arguments again.

"So how many of us do you think are going to be dragon lunch today?" Ridoc asks as you and the rest of the first years in your squad are waiting for your turn on the gauntlet.

"That's cruel, Ridoc," you reply, not in the place for humor this morning with how nervous you were, and you were sure you were not the most nervous, Violet still couldn't get up the wall.

"We live in a cruel world, princess," he mutters shaking his head. You groan in annoyance, trying your best to hold your temper instead of retorting, instead turning your attention to Violet.

"How are you doing Vi? Is there anything we can do to help?" you weren't much taller than her but those couple of inches were enough for you to bridge the gap to get up the wall.

"I'll be okay," she takes a deep breath, strangely calm for the situation you were about to enter. Luca was behind you two beginning her rant on the dragon she would be choosing. As if. Presentation was for the dragons to decide who was worthy and who would be torched. The past months had all led up to this. Every breath you took was shallow the entire way up the gauntlet, so aware of every step you were making and how fast you were making them. You released a breath once you reached the top, the rest of your squad cheering for you. Ridoc was right behind you breeching the top of the sloped wall, he whoops and gathered Rhiannon and Sawyer into hugs, the three of them laughing before he turned to you, a huge smile still on his face.

"Nice work Gamlyn," you say giving him a forced smile.

"Ah, a compliment, that's the first one I've received from you, I could get used to this!" He throws an arm around you squeezing you close.

"Way to ruin it," you grumble removing his arm from you before turning your attention back to Violet on the course. Oddly, you miss the warmth of his arm on you. He's always been touchy with the rest of your little crew, often embracing them or keeping an arm on them during meals or classes. You'd even see him press a kiss to Rhi's head after she'd helped him with physics. But with you, he didn't cross that line. Did he hate you that much? Or was it just because he knew how you would react? Your thoughts race as you watch Violet do the same, right before she grabs a rope from the side of the course and hauls herself up. Then using her daggers to climb her way up. This girl was something special. You grin and clap your hands as the rest of your squad cheers.

"That's our girl!" Ridoc shouts, obviously proud of his friend. Some of the other wings began groaning complaining that she cheated but all the noise falls into the background as the rest of your squad huddles up. That was the easy part. Now the next could very well mean your death. You try to calm yourself, hold it together, and keep all semblance of control before the dragons can sense you.

Now at the top, you waited for the other squad to finish before you entered the flight field. One of the other wingleaders stood before you preparing you to enter, instructing you to make small talk so the dragons would get a feel for you as well as recommending staying at least seven feet apart in case another squad member got torched.

"Nice day for presentation," Ridoc jokes 'small talking' with the senior wingleader.

"Not with me, with them," she rolls her eyes at his antics, and gods of course Ridoc will be right behind you annoying you the whole way. You knew you'd have to try your best to be in control or else you'd lose your temper in front of the dragons.

"Lucky me I have a wonderful view to distract me from our impending dooms," Ridoc laughs, anger swelled in your chest. You hear Rhiannon scold him and smack him upside the head, a smirk grows on your face but you stay facing forward.

Your senses feel heightened as you make your way onto the flight field, dragons surrounding the edges, a smile gracing your face at the pure wonder that these creatures held.

"They're pretty incredible aren't they?" you hear the awe in Ridoc's voice behind you, no humor or teasing, just... Ridoc.

"They really are," you respond to him and turn to face him, he was grinning, clearly he was made to be a rider. He turned slightly and met your gaze, his smile not faltering. His eyes shined in the sunlight this high atop the cliffs and you turn back to watch where you're walking before you get caught up in staring at him any longer. Why did this keep happening to you? As you neared the end of the field before turning back you caught sight of the illustrious feathertail, Violet was enthralled, her eyes not moving away from the creature. But your eyes wandered to something else going on only feet away.

A red scorpiontail on the smaller side was sitting peacefully in the sun, she was practically glowing. But what caught your attention was the brown swordtail a little larger than her that approached where she sat. He nudged her with his nose, seeming to almost mutter things at her before he rolled on top of her putting what seemed to be his entire weight on her. The red reared up, a deep growl leaving her throat, drawing the rest of your squad's attention to the two dragons. The brown stood again, circling the red while making grunting sounds to her, right before she swung her neck and snapped her massive teeth at the swordtail.

"Hey, princess," Ridoc is right beside you now, his voice hot on your neck from where he leans down close to your ear. "That red looks like you during math lessons, so grumpy," he's whispering to not draw attention to the two dragons, but you make the deadly mistake of reacting.

"Well if you helped me like you did everyone else maybe I'd be fine!" you turn to face him, a scowl traced between your brow, unbeknownst to you two it drew the attention of the two dragons.

"Woah now you look even more like her!" he laughs quietly before reaching out a finger to poke right between your eyebrows where your scowl formed.

"Ugh! You're insufferable!" you turn on your heel expecting to walk ahead of him again before coming face to face with the red scorpiontail. Your breath stopped and fear coursed through you. You heard Ridoc gasp your name.

"Don't fucking move," his words are seethed between his teeth but you barely resonate them. You feel the dragon's hot breath on your face, the smell of sulfur strong. "Please don't die, please don't die," Ridoc repeats the mantra as if it will help seal your fate. You keep your eyes low to the ground not daring to make eye contact, knowing that would be your death sentence. The dragon's gaze moves from you and you take the opportunity to look at her face. She was incredible. And her eyes were locked on Ridoc. Shit. But you didn't have time to assess your feelings before the massive creature was tackled to the ground by the brown swordtail.

You released your breath staring at the creatures fighting in front of you. Their roars echoed through the field as the chuffs of other dragons were heard from the edges as if they were egging the two on. You felt someone grab your hand and you were tugged to the beginning of the field again. You meet up with your squad about 20 feet ahead where Rhiannon is standing in front of the burnt corpse of Pryor, you hear Luca start to say something about him right before she gets torched right in front of your eyes. You gasp holding on tighter to the hand in yours, Ridoc's hand. Once you realize you dropped it immediately, but not before Violet could notice. You risk a glance behind you to look for the red scorpiontail again, praying she is alive. But the sight you were fixed with was not one you were expecting to see. The two dragons were still on the ground fighting, but they were both still alive, the brown was a bit bigger, you had expected him to take the red down fast, but there they still were.

"Come on, let's go!" Ridoc urges you, pulling on your arm yet again.

"Wait, Ridoc, watch them!" You were captivated, and surprisingly, Ridoc stopped pulling and watched the dragons with you. "They're playing."

"No, they're fighting, let's go," he tugs again, and this time you comply. His hand doesn't release yours until you're off the flight field.

The mess hall that night seemed a hell of a lot smaller after having lost so many first years in one day. You were sure there would be even less after threshing. Your squad was down two more people now. You sat with Rhi, Violet, Sawyer, and Ridoc who were all discussing the dragons you'd seen today. Rhiannon talks about a green that had been all up in Violet's business while you and Ridoc were being intimidated by the red scorpiontail, while Violet says she didn't feel a connection to any of them.

"What about you?" Rhiannon says your name, drawing you into the conversation. You open your mouth to speak but before you could Ridoc interjects.

"Well, I for one think that red scorpiontail already loves you. You two even have the same frown and grumpy demeanor!"

"Shut up, Ridoc," you turn your attention to Rhi. "But yeah, I did feel drawn to her..." your voice went quieter.

"Well you might as well go for that brown then, Ridoc," Sawyer speaks up. "with how annoying he was being to that red those two dragons are practically you guys already." He laughs, the girls nodding in agreement.

"You wound me," Ridoc puts a hand to his heart, "but unfortunately I think that guy took down the red so the princess is gonna have to find another dragon." No. He didn't, you knew that both of the dragons were still alive, and it pissed you off that Ridoc decided to taunt you about it when you'd just said you were drawn to that red.

"They were just playing Ridoc!" you shout, sounding almost childish with your insistence.

"Yeah right," his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

"They were! Don't you think one of them would've already been dead by the time we turned around? And neither of them were going for death blows, it was almost like they were sparring or something..." you mumble out the end, brows knitting as you think about it.

"Maybe it's their form of flirting then," Ridoc jokes, earning him a groan from Rhiannon. "What? If I were a dragon that's how I'd try to get a girl, relentless teasing, tackling her to the ground, you know that sort of thing." Ridoc shrugs and the wheels in my brain start turning.

"And that's why you mostly sleep with men..." Violet says under her breath, she and Rhiannon start to giggle.

"Hey! I'll have you know I can pleasure a woman just as well as I can a man. The women at Basgiath are just too controlling, I like to be in control," Ridoc smirks, leaning back in his seat. Why did he have to talk about this... now that's all you could think about. Your memory shifts to when he challenged you, his hands pinning your wrists, his body on top of you. You shake your head to try to clear the thoughts, this was your rival for god's sake! Why were you thinking like this?

"Really? You're the controlling one in bed?" Sawyer scoffs in disbelief.

"Don't sound so shocked. From my experience, everyone needs to give up control every once in a while, and the bedroom is an excellent place to do it when you have someone like me to be in charge." Oh. Fuck. You try to take a drink of water to cool your burning nerves but all it does is cause you to choke on it. You sputter trying to catch your breath, "You okay there, princess? Not scaring you off am I?" Ridoc winks at you. Okay. That's enough. Time for a cold shower and bedtime, surely you wouldn't feel like this in the morning. You ignore his comment and excuse yourself from supper before rushing to the showers.

It was late when Violet and Rhiannon returned to the barracks, you lay there pretending to be asleep. Even when Violet brought up the fact that you seemed off at dinner. Fuck, you really had to pull yourself together before threshing next week, or Ridoc was going to make your life miserable with his teasing.

You managed to make it through the week without drawing too much attention to yourself, though Ridoc was still relentless when it came to teasing you. But the morning of threshing was...rough to say the least. Everyone's nerves were on fire, even the ever-confident Ridoc was vomiting behind a tree. You grimaced feeling sorry for him, he might not show it but he wanted to succeed, just as you all did. Professor Kaori advised on what to do when approaching a dragon, he also said that if a dragon had already chosen you they'd be calling you. Okay, what is that supposed to feel like? You snark internally. You had no idea what to expect when entering the valley. It was happening too fast, you heard Ridoc instruct the rest of your squad to stay alive and you all went your separate ways.

You'd been walking through the valley for hours now, and the sun was falling low on the horizon giving you one maybe two hours maximum. If you were any other person you'd be wondering if there were even any dragons left out here, but you felt in your bones that your dragon was still out here, you just had to find them fast enough. You neared the ends of the boundaries only a few miles left within them, you'd managed to avoid other dragons thus far and only ran into one other cadet–a girl from Third wing–who looked so frightened that you would kill her that she ran off right away, like a dragon would choose that. The further you walked the stronger the hum in your body felt, you were getting close. The setting sun shone through the trees illuminating the path and if it weren't for the sun, you would've entirely missed the glint to your right side. You turned, hand ready on your dagger, but once you met her gaze you knew the beautiful creature wouldn't hurt you.

The red scorpiontail stepped out of the shadows of the forest, the sun glinting off her scales making them look like rubies. It was the dragon from presentation. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as she walked closer to you, she was alive. You stood, watching her in awe as she circled you sniffing you and feeling you out before a warm grumble sounded in her throat.

"Will you come with me?" her voice echoed in your head, elegant but firm, she was not asking you, she was telling you to come with her, or you would not return.

"If you’ll have me…" You didn't want to scare her off so you held your palm out to her, letting her run her face along you, the warm scales felt so naturally under your hand. She turned to the side in a silent order to climb on her back. You made the movements and took your seat. This was unlike anything you'd felt, you were a rider.

"Now hold on, squeeze your legs, and keep your grip," you don't know if you'd ever get used to hearing her voice in your head. You do as she says, you keep your grip and hold on. The wind through your hair is like nothing you've felt before, tears sting your eye from the brightness of the setting sun. As you climb higher into the sky you look around you, you're a good five miles from the field where all the new riders are landing their dragons. Over the wind, you're able to hear the loud shouts of someone all too familiar. You look to your left and see Ridoc on the top of a brown swordtail, again the same one from presentation. What are the fucking odds?

"Look at us, princess! We're riders!" the joy in his tone is infectious and you can't help but smile as he risks throwing one of his hands in the air to feel the wind. Despite your joy, you feel grumbles beneath you and look down to see your dragon shooting sideways glances at Ridoc's dragon.

"Are you alright?" you shout over the wind, "Do you not like that dragon? We saw you two the other day!"

"Not so loud girl, I can hear your thoughts just fine. I know you saw me, dragons remember much better than humans," Her tone is short, clearly she's irritated.

"That's Ridoc, he hates me." you give the whole 'mental talking thing' a go.

"Don't be stupid, girl, I said I saw you two that day, he was begging for me not to kill you."

"Well I saw you two that day too, you're practically shooting fire through your eyes at his dragon now but the two of you were rolling around in the grass together the other day..." Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have said that, red dragons are known for being notoriously angsty. A grumble reverberates through her chest as she flies faster, and out of range from Ridoc and his dragon.

"Aotrom has been trying to mate with me since we were adolescents, we're both still too young to mate but he doesn't seem to give up,"

"Oh so he likes you, that's what this is about."

"Yes but he's insufferable about it, you saw him, he laid on top of me!" her body seemed to grow even hotter with the annoyance running through her. This conversation was all too familiar.

The two of you continued talking until you landed most of the cadets already back. It was odd but strangely comforting talking to Cairistìona, the two of you feeling the same things.

Ridoc had landed just after you, running over and pulling you in a hug before spotting Rhiannon and doing the same to her. He was too excitable, you don't even know if he noticed it was you he was hugging. Rhiannon came over to you and gathered you in her strong arms.

"I'm so happy!" She squealed. "Fierge told me that's the same red you saw in the field the other day."

"Yeah, Cairis," You return her embrace and turn your head to look where you left her. Aotrom–Ridoc's dragon–was rubbing against her like a cat and chortling, she whipped her head around and blew a small cloud of fire at the brown dragon.

"Hey!" you hear Ridoc shout, running over to Aotrom. "Tell her to back off!"

"Oh he's fine," you defend Cairis walking to where she bares her teeth at Ridoc. "Dragons are fireproof, and besides, he was in her personal space."

"He likes her, can't you tell her that!" he cries, Aotrom lowering his nose to receive attention from Ridoc, gods these boys were going to be menaces.

"Tell the boy I already know and don't want to talk about it." Cairis turns her head in a pout.

"She knows Ridoc, and she doesn't care, maybe you should tell him to leave her alone!" you fold your arms across your chest, watching Ridoc as he walks closer to you.

"Oh please, he's not going to give her up, she's his mate!" your voices arguing carried across the field, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Sawyer and Rhiannon approaching and you briefly worry about Violet.

"Not yet she's not! And I pray to Amari they never do mate because that means I'll have to spend the rest of my life miserable!" the two of you are inches apart now his warm brown eyes staring into yours.

"Woah, woah, calm down guys," Sawyer says as Rhiannon pulls you back.

"You have no idea, princess I'd rock your world," he smirks and you're sure your face blooms red, out of anger or because he flirted. You had not a clue.

"Want me to torch him? He reminds me of a certain dragon, maybe they can burn together..." you hear Cairis' voice in the back of your head.

"NO." Your response is too quick and you know it.

"Oh...you don't like him do you?"

"No, I just...he's still my friend...I think. He just annoys the ever-loving shit out of me. And don't pretend you'd kill Aotrom too, we both know you could've killed him already."

"Don't forget your place little one," Cairis' voice looms louder before she turns with a whip of her tail, the poison barb inches from Aotrom's face. "Now go to your friend she just returned, the Empyrean has much to talk about now."

Violet was certainly a force to be reckoned with, you'd learned that early on. But bonding two dragons? And one of them being one of the most powerful...gods, she was something. The Empyrean discussed while the rest of your squad sat in the grass and waited. Rhiannon and Sawyer separated you and Ridoc before you got into any more arguments. This was good because Ridoc was going on and on about how hard he was going to be celebrating tonight with the rest of the new rider cadets, as well as deciding who he wanted to take to bed. You couldn't help the annoyance (jealousy?) that came from it.

"Yeah right, Gamlyn, like anyone wants to go to bed with you after the long day we've had," you scoff, not able to hold back your comment.

"I can be relaxing, want me to show you, princess?" He retorts. How does he always have something to say back?!

"Down boy," Rhi jokes, "she already has to deal with you and now she has to deal with your dragon too, give it a rest." You throw Rhiannon a thankful gaze before your dragons approach you again.

"Time for you to sleep girl, we start flight maneuvers this week, rest up." You stand to greet Cairis and her head nestles in your hands. She seemed to have a bit of a temper but you knew she would do anything to protect you now. You were bonded. So you watched her launch into the sky before heading back to the caves of the Vale, Aotrom following behind her like a love-sick puppy.

The next few weeks grew harder, all your free time thrown into school work and flight maneuvers, and since Violet was attacked Dain has ordered squad hand-to-hand combats every Tuesday night. You could tell that even Ridoc was getting weary, his comments to you had just turned to eye rolls. He would still throw one in now and again during flight, Cairis and Aotrom's petty snaps at each other made it difficult for you not to fight with one another. You'd managed to talk Cairis into being gentler with Aotrom–at least when you were around–if only to give you a slight sense of peace. But just like his rider, Aotrom was untamable.

It was a Tuesday night, you were in the training room and everyone began to spar with one another. Ridoc had tried to convince Liam to join him but Liam refused now that he was Violet's guardian so Imogen stepped in. You and Sawyer worked on your blocks with one another when Xaden and Garrick walked in. The two stripped their shirts off and began to spar with one another. You hear a low whistle as Violet and Rhiannon, even Imogen from where she held Ridoc in a headlock had their heads turned to watch the bulky, chiseled men fighting each other. To be fair it was boiling in the training room that night, the heat was cranked due to the cold December snows, and nearly every man had his shirt removed, including Sawyer across from you and the girls all in their training vests. Ridoc taps in fast succession before Imogen releases him and you're all dismissed by Dain for a water break. You chug from your bottle as Rhiannon approaches next to you.

"Did you see those two?" she asks you, talking about Xaden and Garrick. They were sure something to look at, their winding rebellion relics and dragon relics covering them. "Makes me feel way too straight looking at them..." she draws off and you giggle at her, looking over to see Violet who is practically drooling at Xaden.

"I don't know if I want to be them or be with them," you hear Ridoc speak from the other side of you. You turn to see him drinking his water, small dribbles falling down his chest–his now bare chest–as he pants heavily. You thought Xaden and Garrick were something sure... but Ridoc...holy Dunne. You knew he'd gained some muscle since he'd gotten here, but you didn't know he was fully jacked now! His body was fully carved by the gods. Maybe he wasn't as chiseled as Xaden or built like an ox like Garrick but he was...perfect. Your body grows hotter than it already was your mind racing. Why were you reacting like this to Ridoc of all people? Sawyer was just as attractive and way nicer. It had been happening way too often for this to just be a one-time thought.

"Ever occur to you maybe you like him?" Ciaris asks, listening to your thoughts.

"Not now," You reply quickly before putting up your shields and blocking her out.

"Hey, princess, want a rematch?" Ridoc asks, a grin plastered on his face. "No weapons this time?" You're sure your face was bright red at this point, your whole body at that. You just shake your head before gathering your stuff, haphazardly throwing your flight jacket on. You had to get out of here now.

"Hey where are you going?" you hear Violet call to you as you leave to ask Dain if you can leave early to finish homework.

"I have way too much homework, gonna see if Dain'll let me off 30 minutes early," you respond, still walking to your squad leader. He gives you the okay, and you go to walk past the rest of your squad before leaving the training room.

"I thought we were studying tonight for the math exam tomorrow?" Sawyer asks and you halt your steps. Oh shit, you'd forgotten, and Ridoc would have to be there, he was the best of you at math.

"Oh...um-yeah! Just wanted to shower first, just come to my room, we can study in there." Right a cold shower, would help. Then it would be fine to see Ridoc again, with his shirt on.

The cold water sprayed over you and you quickly cleaned yourself and washed your hair, rinsing away all your impure thoughts with the water. Once back to your room, you run oil through the ends of your long hair, still not having cut it since parapet, though now you'd kept it safely tied back. It was so much nicer to have your own room after being in the barracks for months. You sit at your desk and look over your workload, deciding to get some history done before the others come to study.

You hadn't realized how much time had passed before there was a knock at your door. You leap up from your chair, a smile on your face ready to greet the rest of your crew, but when you open the door your smile falls.

"Really? Are you that disappointed? I thought you were lightening up, didn't realize you were still a brat," Ridoc walks into your room and shuts the door behind him, flopping on your bed like he lived in there–at least he was clean, you could tell by his damp, tousled hair.

"Where are the others?" you ask turning from where you still stand by the door in your loose black sleep pants and a vest.

"'Hi Ridoc, hello, nice to see you' would be the appropriate response," he taunts, tossing his bag on the ground before laying back on your bed, his hands behind his head. You don't even respond to him, only giving him an annoyed look before he rolls his eyes and answers your question. "Sawyer took a fist to the face from Aetos, Rhiannon is taking him to the healers, broken nose. And Violet has whatever she has going on with Riorson...I don't even want to know. They said to go without them, that you'd need the most help with math anyway." He sits up again on your bed scooting to the edge, seemingly not able to sit still.

"Whatever, I'll just fail, you can go back to your room," you complain heading to your desk and shutting your history books.

"No, it's okay, princess. I can help you."

"I don't want your help, Ridoc, just go," You turn and face where he sat on your bed, his face unreadable.

"Seriously? You're that proud?" his words strike you across the face, his mouth turned downward in a frown as he stands and takes a step towards you.

"I'm not proud!" you fumed, "I just know you're going to tease me for being so shitty at math!"

"You think that little of me?" he takes another step forward, "Sure, I like to tease you but don't mistake me, I wouldn't tease you over something you struggle with!" this is the most serious you've seen him. But you still have some confidence left.

"Really?! Because you've already done that!" you shout back at him, thankful that you have a sound shield on your door so no one hears you seething at each other.

"When?!" he retorted, throwing his arms to the side in confusion. You wrack your brain, looking for the right words to describe how it had made you feel.

"Every-fucking-day Ridoc! It's constant taunting and I just don't know how to respond! With everyone else, you're nice and funny but you just have it out for me! I know I started it when I slapped you, and I know I don't make it easy with how I respond, but I thought at least when you humiliated me after challenging me you would let go!" tears are welled up in your eyes from the amount of anger you feel. You thought you'd get Ridoc with that, you thought he'd break and apologize like the nice guy you know he is, but a terrifyingly playful smirk grew on his lips.

"Ever take a moment and think it's cause you're always acting like a brat, princess?" he takes another step towards you and another, and another, until he's hovering over you, your back pressed against your desk, his face only inches from yours. "Yes, I tease you, I tease all our friends, but you're the only one who stays acting like I'm some sort of fucking villain when I stop." You think about it. Truly think about it. Were you the only one? He was an over-confident smart-ass he made comments to everyone, so why did it bother you so much?

"Ah, cat got your tongue?" your breath is caught in your throat and you watch as he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Y'know, I saw you staring at me tonight, you're not nearly as sly as you ought to be..." he was fucking teasing you again. But the way he was doing this...gods your body was on fire.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, your voice barely a whisper. You look up and meet his eyes, his warm eyes, pools of chocolate that you could just melt in, and he is looking at you, really looking at you. In this moment you felt as if he could read your soul on a piece of paper.

"We both know that's not true," his voice dangerously low and confident. "And I think we both know that all you need..." his hand that tucked your hair behind your ear moves and he begins to trace your neck with the backs of his fingers, "is to give up control." You know your heart is beating out of control now. His hand now moved to grasp the side of your neck tightly, his other hand braced on the desk behind you. You were trapped against his body, the same way you were trapped when he held you against the mat, and it felt so good.

Before you could ask him for more, or surge up to kiss him like you may or may not have thought of doing while you were in the shower, he moves away and your body slinks in disappointment.

"Wanna know why I tease you?" he asks, his back turned to you as he picks up the trinkets on your bedside table.

"Desperately," you sigh out, hoping for an actual answer. He turns again a smirk on his face as he looks at the absolute mess he'd made of you already. He backs up and sits on the edge of your bed again, his legs spread wide before he answers you.

"Because it riles you up."

"Well I think I gathered that," you roll your eyes and look down at your hands.

"That first day after the parapet, I couldn't get over how fucking sexy you looked with that annoyed face," Oh. You knew this was heading somewhere, but for him to flat-out call you sexy made you press your legs together, "I can't get enough of it, even now." he looked away, all of his confidence suddenly gone. "And I wanted to see if once, once, you'd lose it."

"Lose it?" you question, and he laughs at you before running a hand through his dark hair.

"It happened once when you slapped me, and I thought it was going to happen again when I challenged you, but instead, you melted in my hands like a fucking puddle," he shakes his head and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks again, embarrassment evident on your features, "Awe, don't be embarrassed, princess." Gods, why was every fucking word he was saying making the wetness pool in your core?

"Ridoc?" You ask him, taking a step away from the desk and towards him, he hums in response, looking you over from head to toe, studying every inch of you. "You said that night, after presentation, that if you wanted to get a girl, you'd just 'tease her' and 'tackle her to the ground' like Cairis and Aotrom," you felt a bit silly saying his same words over again but continued, your voice still quiet, "is that...what you've been doing with me?" You take another step forward, "all the taunting, then challenging me...was that you trying to tell me you like me?" You were close enough to him now that he could just reach out and grab you, and he did.

Ridoc grabbed your arm and pulled you straight between his legs, the largest smile you'd ever seen from him taking up his entire face.

"Took you long enough to figure that out, princess," and there you were, in the arms of Ridoc Gamlyn, the man you'd argued with and fought with for the past several months, and it felt incredible. He seemed like a completely different person, but he wasn't. It was you and your perspective that changed, you were feeling what it felt like to just give into him, letting him tease you and taunt you for his pleasure, giving up your control.

"And do you remember what I said after that?" your breath caught in your throat at the memory. He liked to be in control, in charge. You nodded shyly from where you stood between his legs, all your confidence now lost. His hands that held your arms moved up to cradle your face, and you melted. "Look at you," he hummed, "Tell me. I want to hear you say what I said." you gathered all your courage and looked him in the eye.

"You said that everyone needs to give up control at some point..." your voice still low and quiet. "and that in the bedroom with someone like you is a good place for it."

"Seems like someone remembered well. The look on your face after I said that, gods...made me so fucking hard to see you that flustered." you couldn't help but press your legs together at his words, thinking of him getting so worked up over your reaction to him. "I knew after I challenged you just how easily you'd give in, but that was when I realized that it was me and my words that were getting you so fired up and you just don't know how to respond other than with anger." he was reading you like a damned book. How had he gathered all this when you couldn't even realize the capacity of your feelings?

"Y'know you're a lot smarter than everyone gives you credit for, Gamlyn," you smile a bit, opening yourself up.

"Yeah? I think that deserves a kiss," your instincts take over and you roll your eyes at his comment. One of his hands that held your face moved lower, his long fingers wrapping deftly around your throat and applying slight pressure, the annoyance in your face dropped and you felt your body submitting to him, a whine leaving you at the feeling of his hand on your throat. "Really, princess? I thought you were done with the attitude?" His voice is deep and raspy and he licks his lips as he watches your expression. Oh to feel that tongue on your body.

"I'm sorry...I just..." you trail off, your body practically quivering at this point in anticipation.

"'Just-just' what?" He mocks you. Fuck it. You couldn't wait any longer. You surge forward and capture his lips in yours. He's taken aback for a moment but it doesn't last long before he's devouring you. It's a mess of tongue and teeth as he pulls your body against him, his fingers tangling in the hair at the base of your neck, "Still got some fire left in you? We'll see about that..." he mumbles out between kisses.

You're desperate for more, your hands moving all along his body before he picks you up as if you weigh nothing switches places with you, and pushes you back until you're laying against your bed. Your hands reach the bottom of his shirt and you begin to tug wanting more than anything to feel his skin on yours, but he stops you. Oh. Was he upset? You thought he wanted this...

"Huh uh, princess..." he drawls out, his voice like honey. Okay, he's still turned on, what was this about?! He takes a step back from you, his eyes raking over your body that was on the precipice of convulsing. "I've wanted this for too long, and once I have you...gods, I don't think I'll ever be able to keep myself away from you." your face scrunches in confusion, was he asking you to be his girlfriend right now?

"What do you mean?" you ask, looking for clarity.

Ridoc runs his palms over his face in exasperation before raking them through his still-damp hair. He seemed almost stressed. Whatever control he held just a moment ago, he was letting go of, showing you his full, raw, emotions. "I mean that I like you. A lot. Probably more than I should. And I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I want you fully and wholly. I'll even stop teasing you if that's what it takes for you to say yes! Even though you look so damned cute with your little frown." he smiles at the end of his sentence as if remembering the specific look on your face. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face, as if only now you'd recognize the capacity of your feelings. You'd been drawn to him before but your inability to give in to him was what was holding you back. But you were ready to let go.

"I don't want it to either..." You look him in the eye and reach out to pull him into you again, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose before continuing. "I want you to have me, I'm done running away from you. Take me, Ridoc." You took his hands that were still nervously tangled in his hair and place them on your waist, a physical way of showing him what you just told him.

"I want you to be sure, sweetness. I don't know if I can hold myself back from you, I can get prettyyy...excited." He grips your waist harder, testing the waters.

"I want you to take charge, Ridoc, I want you to do whatever you want to me, I'm at your mercy," you're all but begging him at this point to just give you everything he's teased to you.

"Fuck..." He groans out, leaning down and burying his face in your neck causing the flesh on your arms to rise at the feeling. He places sloppy kisses there, searching for the spot that will drive you nuts. Once he hears your little moans as he kisses the spot right behind where your jaw and earlobe meet he begins to nip and suck, marking you for everyone to see. "Y'know when I pinned you to that mat, I was about certain you were going to finish right there, sadly I was mistaken. But I learned that you seem to really like being beneath me." Even then he could tell that you were lost in him, and he took this opportunity to put you in the same position he held you in that day.

You lay with your head at the top of the bed, Ridoc's hands pinning your wrists to the pillow behind you, his legs tangled in yours. You moan lightly at the sight above you as he works kisses down your chest and to your cleavage where your shirt cuts off. You try to move your hands to reach down and take off your top, but his grip on your wrists is firm. You hear him laugh at your attempt pathetically against your chest, the heat of his breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. You whine at the loss of your ability to move, your body on fire for him to touch you more, but he keeps lingering with his hot lips all over your neck and chest.

"What? Want more?" He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes glazed over and lips swollen. He looked utterly sinful.

"Please..." you beg, attempting to move your arms again to see if his grip has loosened.

"I think that's the first time you've ever used that word with me," he ignores your plea and licks down your chest, his teeth nipping the edge of your top, pulling it down slightly.

"Ridoc, please, you said you wouldn't tease!" your voice raises slightly a sliver of shame entering your body with how you were begging him.

"Well that wouldn't be as much fun," he states but removes his hands anyway and moves them to the bottom of your top moving it up inch by inch, feeling your warm skin beneath his hands, "you're so fucking hot when you beg for me." his hands reach the bottom of your unbound breasts and his fingers creep up tauntingly. Your now free hands shoot out and reach for him, you sit up your mouth going straight for his, you couldn't get enough of how good he tasted. "Slow down there, princess, mm-wanna take my time," he murmurs through your lips.

"You've made me wait long enough...please just take me," he seems to let go at your words, his hands fully enveloping your breasts and squeezing, a hum sounds from his throat at the feeling. His fingers move to pluck at your hardened peaks, and you move yours to the edges of your top, breaking the kiss to remove it.

"Oh, gods, knew you'd look this good," Ridoc says, his voice just as desperate as you felt. But you waste no time, as soon as your shirt is removed you start pawing at his to take it off. Once it's off you wrap your arms around him mouth moving to his neck to taste him just as he did to you, the feeling of your hot skin together driving you mad. He grunts at the sensation of your mouth on his neck, only giving in momentarily before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the edge of the bed as he stands up. As soon as he stood he reached for the waistband of his pants and removed his belt in one motion and undoing the button. He takes off his pants quickly, his painfully hard cock bouncing up to hit against his toned stomach. Wow. Ridoc talked a big talk when it came to his dick. You'd always thought it was a part of his jokes, but the evidence was here in front of you and he was not joking.

"Oh gods..." You moan out at the sight, not being able to hold back from sinking to your knees in front of him as he tugged at himself, "Please let me taste you."

"Hmph, not today," He says and reaches down to help you off your knees and shove you back onto the bed, "I'm about to finish just seeing you on your knees, and I want to cum inside you first." His words are filthy and it spurs you on more. You sigh dejectedly, your mouth watering at the sight of his leaking tip, you can't help but reach a hand out to try and feel him, but he slaps your hand away, pushing on the middle of your chest until you're lying flat against the bed. "I said, not today, or don't you want me to taste you first? Don't you think you deserve it? You've been so patient...but I can always take it back and wait till tomorrow to fuck you..."

"No! Please! I'll be good, I'll stay put!" you sit up on your elbows, an acute fear growing in your body at the thought of him leaving you here until tomorrow.

"Hm, that's more like it," Ridoc approves, removing his hand from his cock and to your pants, dragging them and your panties down far too slowly. You do your best to be patient and hold back your whines, you know that it's a test. He kneels in front of the bed and spreads your legs open his calloused fingertips running along the inside of your thighs, drawing up closer to your center. "I really did get you worked up didn't I?" Ridoc remarks before dragging a fingertip through your dripping wet core. You don't hold back your sounds knowing he's about to make you feel incredible.

Ridoc's mouth on your pussy is unlike anything you'd felt, he meant it when he said he knew how to pleasure a woman just as well as a man. Your hands moved and threaded through his mop of hair as he licked and sucked, hardly letting up at all. One of the hands that held your thighs tightly moved to your lower stomach and pressed down to keep you from squirming, a hard grunt coming from his throat in warning. The other hand moved lower and rubbed at your clit in slow motions. It was all too much, the pleasure coursing through your veins, the realization that Ridoc was the one making you feel that good. You were a mess.

The fingers on your clit slipped lower and teased at your entrance a finger slipping in at a slow pace. You whine, trying to buck your hips forward in an attempt for it to go deeper.

"Ah ah, what did I say?" Your whines echo through the room at his words but you comply anyway, stopping your squirming. He makes a noise in approval before continuing his ministrations, adding another finger and pumping them gently, all while switching between long strokes and little licks with his tongue on your clit. Your body convulses when he curls his fingers into a spot that makes you see stars. Ridoc doesn't move fast in this process and doesn't try to bring you to your peak immediately. His strokes are consistent and thoughtful, he notices your reactions to every single one of his movements and plays to them. He's deliberate with his motions and brings you to peak gently, continuing his gestures throughout.

"Please, fuck me now, Ridoc, I don't want to wait," You tug at his hair trying to bring him up to kiss you. But he stays, lapping up your release before pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs. Then your stomach. All along your hips. No place is untouched by his lips. "Ridoc!" you beg louder, pulling harder at his hair. His hands grip your waist tighter, fingers digging with a pressure that you were sure to feel tomorrow. But he doesn't stop peppering your body with kisses, ignoring your words. "Baby please..."

"That's enough," he scolds, pulling on your hips and flipping you onto your stomach. He grabs your ass roughly before bringing his other hand down on it in a slap. You squeal at the act but pleasure runs through your core all the same. "You want to be fucked? Hm?" His voice degrading. "Let's see how you handle it then." He says before slapping his hand on your ass again and plunging into you in succession.

"Fuck!" your voice pitches at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

"Yeah? You begged for it, princess. Now take it," Ridoc's voice was rough and demanding, the sound of it made your mind reel. You let your body and mind give in to the feeling. The sound of his hips slapping your ass and the feeling of his balls hitting your clit with the angle made your head go foggy. All it was was you and Ridoc. Your bodies were one as he pounded into you. He fucked you hard, a contrast from just minutes ago when he was gently licking into your cunt, and you couldn't get enough of it.

You lean back and face Ridoc, watching the fucked out look on his face took you to a new level. You reached back to grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to yours. You needed him everywhere. "Please," you risk your words, "I want to look at you." His controlling guise fell for a moment as he gave in to your plea.

"Alright, sweetness" he listens, pulling out momentarily to turn you onto your front before plunging back into you. Moans tumble out of your mouth as you revel in the new angle, his cock pushing deeper into you. His head falls to the crook of your neck and he presses sloppy kisses all along you. You grasp at his face, needing to feel his lips on yours as you feel the resistance at your core pulling tighter. Your sounds get louder as you get closer and Ridoc's hand reaches down to play with your clit. "That's it, you're taking me so well." He groans out, his face turning up in pleasure. He was just as close as you were. It reaches you faster than it did the first time, the orgasm peaking quickly and hard. Ridoc fucks you through it, his thrusts growing sloppier as he gets closer. He looks at you with a questioning gaze.

"Fill me up, Ridoc, please," you answer his unasked question, knowing you were both on the fertility supplement that Basgiath provided. That was all the permission he needed before he thrust a few more times and spilled inside of you. The warm feeling almost brings you to finish a third time. His head falls to your chest as he breathes deeply, trying to catch his breath. You comb your fingers through his hair and press a kiss to the top of his head, a smile gently growing on your face.

He catches his breath for another moment before pulling out and standing. He picked through his clothes on the ground and slipped on his boxers and loose pants.

"Are you leaving?" you as suddenly, your voice tinged with fear. You sit up and try to cover yourself with your hands. Ridoc stands up straight, his long-sleeved shirt in hand.

"No, princess, don't worry," He smiles and hands you his shirt to put on before taking a tissue from your desk and moving closer to you. He gently pushes you to lay back again and brings the tissue to clean between your thighs. A soft gasp escapes you from the sensitivity, "Shh, sh, it's okay." Ridoc's voice was so soft, so thoughtful. Your heart melted as you thought of his earlier comments. He's liked you for so long now, more than he should in his words. You let him finish cleaning you and lay back in your bed, finding the covers and crawling under them, holding out the edge for Ridoc to come under as he walks back from turning off the light.

The moonlight that shined through the window barely illuminated your room as you lay next to Ridoc, he lay against your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. You rest your head atop his as your fingers trace the relic that Aotrom left him on the top of his muscular arm. He buries his head deeper into you before speaking.

"I don't think Cairis will be very happy about this," You laugh at his comment but know it's true, you let your shields down just slightly letting her presence flow through you.

"I'm not," her voice deadpan and sharp. Well, you can deal with it later.

"She'll get over it," You respond, letting your eye drift closed.

"Maybe, she'll learn from you and let Aotrom in," Ridoc thinks aloud, "He's very convinced that she's his mate and that she's going to give in soon enough. You did with me..." You smile, thinking of your dragons and the similarities you all share. You'd noticed it before, everyone had. Maybe it was just a matter of time before Cairis would give into Aotrom's relentlessness. You sort of hoped that she would if her feelings were anything like yours.

"Don't get your hopes up..." Cairis enters your head again, clearly annoyed.

You woke the next morning far too late, the early morning sun was shining through your window. Fuck. Your math exam. You sit up out of your bed quickly, noticing that Ridoc had already gone and you briefly remember him kissing you on the forehead before he left for his early watch duty before classes. You smile to yourself at the memories of last night, but only give yourself a second before rushing up and gathering all of your things for class and running straight there, knowing you'd already missed breakfast.

At least the math exam was first thing this morning so you could get it over with, but unfortunately, you were most definitely failing after not studying last night. The class was about to start as you entered and Violet waved a hand over to where she and the rest of the first years of your squad were sitting. Ridoc smirks at you and scoots over to make room for you. Your friends could tell by your panicked look that something was off.

"You okay?" Rhiannon asks from the other side of Ridoc.

"Yeah, you look tired. How was studying last night?" Sawyer says, turning from his seat in front of you to join the conversation, his nose only healed and not mended telling from the bruises. Before you had the chance to respond Ridoc interjects.

"We uh...didn't get much studying done last night if you know what I mean," he swings his arm over your shoulder and draws you close, planting a kiss on your cheek. You push him away out of annoyance.

"Ridoc!" you chide. "We didn't even talk about if we were going to tell anyone!" you say lower talking only to him.

"What the fuck?!" Rhi shouts, gaining the attention of the rest of the class before grimacing and quieting down.

"They were gonna find out sooner or later, princess, I can't keep my fucking hands off you," he explains, diving in again and pressing another kiss to your neck this time. Shivers run down your spine at the feeling before you remember where you are and push him off of you again.

"What happened?" Violet asks leaning in on the other side of you, Ridoc's hand now moving to grab at your thigh, she looks away in disgust at the sight, "Never mind, I don't want to know..." she fakes a gag, and Rhi and Sawyer look to each other with a mass of confusion before breaking out in laughter.

"They fucked, obviously," Liam says casually from the other side of Violet where he's working on a wood carving.

"Thanks, Liam, like they hadn't gathered that already..." you say sarcastically and bury your head in your hands.

"I'm scarred," Sawyer says, barely able to contain his laughs. You groan in embarrassment as the professor walks in and starts giving directions on the exam. Yep. You were failing. Ridoc caught the worry in your face and he leaned into you.

"It's okay, princess, you can cheat off me," he winks and leans back away, but leaves his hand on your thigh still, giving it a light squeeze. Shit. It was going to be hard to focus now.

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🥺👉👈 ridoc who falls head over heels in love with violets twin who is autistic and he's an absolute sweetheart to her, and helps her when she needs something and protects her.

Also their dragons are mated and aotrom is very over protective of her.

I had so much fun writing this. I hope this was written well. As a parent of an autistic child (diagnosed) and as someone who suspects herself and her other child are AuDHD but in the process of getting diagnosed, I really tried to represent this well. I also think in the Fourth Wing universe, at least in Basgaith, many mental differences are shunned or looked down upon, so I went that angle with this fic. Please give me feedback on how I did with this request. I also have some ideas for a part two so let me know if you'd like that! Thank you for your request though! I had a lot of fun working on it. :)

Own Worst Enemy - Ridoc x Sorrengail!Reader

Warnings: violence, death, dragon mate possessive behaviour

Word Count: 4,274

I sat quietly next to Violet, as she interacted with her- our friends. As much as they assured me that I was just as included as her, I’d never really felt that way. I wasn’t like her. I didn’t know what to say, what to do? Always feeling a little bit lost when the group was together, like I was one step behind, too busy analyzing everyone to add my own input into conversations. Sometimes it felt like they only put up with me because I was Violet’s twin, and not nearly as breakable as her.

I was good with schoolwork and okay with challenges, at least good enough to hold my own and take minimal injuries; and my joints are stronger than hers, not popping and breaking under pressure. Perks of being a fraternal twin I guess. Our DNA isn’t identical. No, something else in me feels broken. Something deeper. More substantial. Something I never talked about with anyone, ever.

Violet has asked before, in my moments of weakness, when everything is too much and I can’t hide. But I always am able to reign it back in then, hide it all behind a smile and recite lines I know will appease her worry. After all, the mask I wear protects me, especially growing up in a family where weakness isn’t tolerated. Even Dad, who saw straight through me. He expected me to reign it in too. Taught me in his own ways how to know what to say, how to make people look away, how to breathe when it was too much. Yet he still expected me to conform, to act like everything was okay. Like I wasn’t broken and weak minded.

I was a good actress at least. Everyone just thought I was quiet and reserved. And they never looked too hard at me, letting me fall into the background. I preferred it that way, it was much easier.

Everyone, except Ridoc Gamlyn, of course. He was always right there. In my space, but somehow, I never minded it. Maybe because with Ridoc, it didn’t matter what I said, he just accepted it. When I missed an unwritten social rule, he just smiled and responded, somehow getting what I was trying to say instead of harping on how I said it. He was annoying at times, always a bit loud, but he could say or do whatever he felt like with no reservations, easily breaking through my walls like no other could. Not even my own sister. I was honestly a bit jealous.

Ridoc wouldn’t let me fade either, prodding me to talk with him while the others were occupied in their own conversations. His voice usually quieter in those moments when he was trying to get me to reconnect, asking the oddest questions about whatever I was working on. It worked though, making my mind settle as I answered whatever he’d asked me, the casual back and forth grounding me, easing my anxiety over messing up.

He could see me. Really see me, like nobody ever had. It didn’t take me long to understand though, as I quickly became interested in trying to figure him out. Nobody really saw him either. Seeing what he wanted them to see. The loud, boisterous, sexually overconfident man he let everyone see wasn’t all of him. He didn’t let them see his worry over schoolwork, or over whatever current obstacle we were being thrown as new riders (currently the gauntlet) or his disappointment when a night of fun never became anything more, even if his conquest came back, it was never more than for another round. It was such a carefully crafted act that nobody thought to ask questions, nobody seeing that there was even an act to catch.

Nobody could see. But I could. And he knew I could, giving me a knowing smile in his moments of weakness, but I never knew what to say to make it better. I don’t really think he wanted any sympathy, hence the mask that mirrored my own. He interested me though, so completely different than the others. Even though that’s what he wanted, I could never truly look away. Not when he’d become my biggest source of safety in this death college.

Always pushing me on the mat, giving me pointers on how to improve. Walking with me when I needed a moment, my body feeling restless. Talk about my books, even the smutty ones, maybe especially the smutty ones. He’d grin and let me talk for hours, sitting on his bed in the men’s dormitory as we talked quietly. He’d glare at any of the other men who looked at us too long, daring them to say something. To make one move towards me. None ever did. And he always listened, asking questions that actually made me think, or that would lead me to another tangent.

Ridoc Gamlyn was an enigma I could barely understand, so I too hung around. Maybe it was the same for him. Maybe we were both just trying to figure the other out, never quite getting there. Never quite understanding. But accepting. Always accepting.

“I think, maybe you could bounce back and forth up the chimney. Your joints aren’t as weak as Violet’s so if you get enough speed and momentum…” He trailed off, as he watched me nudge my sausage across my plate. “Y/N?”

I met his warm brown eyes for a moment before my eyes quickly returned to my plate, torturing my sausage again. “I get what you’re saying. It’s worth a try.” It was presentation day, and this was my last try after all. Violet had told me her plan, but it wouldn’t work for me. If both of us pushed the rules like that, then one of us would definitely be disqualified. It was her plan, so I told her I’d already found another way. Lied through my teeth, but she’d let it go so it must’ve been convincing enough.

“C’mon, you’ll make it.” He assured, like there was no possibility I wouldn’t. “After all, my best friend isn’t a weakling.”

The twisting in my gut wasn’t unfamiliar, it happened every time he mentioned us as being friends. Why? I wasn’t quite sure, and it was one of the few things I refused to ruminate on. I refused any negative emotion when it came to Ridoc, too afraid to let anything take hold and then let the emotions push away my only solace in this place.

“Yeah.” I sighed. Then forced a smile as I met his gaze again, holding it this time. “Just want it to be over with.”

He smiled, moving some hair out of my face, the annoying strand of hair that always refused to stay in my crown of braids. “I know you do. And you’re gonna kick ass, and then in two days, we’re gonna get dragons and be certified badasses.” He sent me a big grin and I sighed, looking away to hide the smile blooming on my lips. I speared the sausage on my fork and plopped it in my mouth, finishing my breakfast.

“Yeah, yeah. Can’t get rid of me that easy.” I joked and with a quick glance from the corner of my gaze I saw his smile widen.

“Exactly Sorrengail. You’re stuck with me. Forever.” I laughed, before standing, Ridoc quickly following me. “Besides, I haven’t heard about the end of that dark romance you’ve been reading. It’s just started getting good. And I won’t have the patience to read it myself if you go and die on me.”

“Glad to see I have some use.” I snorted at him, my body relaxing the moment we’d gotten to the hall. The noise of the cafeteria fading the further we got from it. Finally, I could actually hear myself think now.

“Oh don’t be like that! You’re smarter than Violet, and that’s saying something.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“No, I just watch more than she does. It’s easier to put things together when I don’t have to worry about holding a conversation at the same time.” I countered and he chuckled, pinching my side and making me squirm away. I still giggled against my will though. “Plus the photographic memory helps.” I snorted out another laugh when he poked me again. “Stop that!”

“Okay. Okay.” He relented, giving me a goofy grin and shoving his hands in his pockets. I knew that was the only way he’d be able to not touch me as he tried to honor my wishes. Ridoc never really could seem to keep his hands to himself when he was near me. Especially when he was nervous. “Don’t discount yourself though. You’re brilliant. Own it.”

“Shut it Gamlyn. I’ve got enough to worry about.” I sighed, taking in his expression before bumping his shoulder with my own. “Don’t need to worry about me okay? I won’t die today.”

The anxiety in his eyes faded, replaced with all consuming warmth as I was stuck in his gaze. He opened the door ahead of us, not saying a thing.

Ridoc’s POV

I held the door for her, warmth pulling at me as her gaze never faltered. I believed her, after all, it wasn’t often that she lied to me. In fact, she was usually unabashedly honest with me. A fact I was grateful for. She hid herself from the rest of our friends, her sister, but couldn’t hide from me.

Her brilliant mind fascinated me, she was amazing in her own unique ways. How the others couldn’t see it was beyond me. She was definitely the strongest, and smartest of us. I just wish they could see that, that she could see that, just once. She finally rolled her eyes, moving through the door as her cheeks went pink and my chest swelled with pride.

She was beautiful, in every way, and I'd been hopelessly pining after her since that first night when we’d been assigned to the same squad. When she’d finally met my gaze with those pretty y/e/c eyes of hers, catching me in a trance as she looked through me. Past my confident facade, straight to my core, past all the bullshit I wore like armor. But then she didn’t call me out like most would have, just cocked an eyebrow at me, and looked away. Like it was some secret that she was electing to keep for me.

I’d been practically begging for her attention since, especially after I’d figured out that she was pretending too. That she hid herself, afraid of the inevitable rejection too. But she didn’t play pranks, pretend to be stupid and refuse any feelings too painful to address. No she refused everyone, never letting anybody too close to be able to hurt her. Only letting the rest of our friends close enough to see what she deemed the useful parts of herself, but never close enough for them to really see her. But she let me. And I knew it was because she saw our similarities.

I was broken from my thoughts when we made it to the gauntlet, and fear seized my heart. As quickly as it’d taken over, it was gone because Y/N shoved my shoulder with hers again, sending me a bright smile.

“We’ve got this Ridoc.” It was simple, yet wholly convincing.

“We’ve got this.” I repeated, squeezing my hands into fists in my pockets to keep them still. To keep them from pulling her into my arms, and never letting go.

Y/N’s POV

I made it. I fucking made it! Shock seized me as Ridoc’s bellows rang in my ears, not quite hearing it even though his words echoed through me. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, spinning me around as he held me in a bone crushing grip. He set me back on the ground but didn’t let go, burying his head in my shoulder.

“You made it.” He whispered, and I nodded, tears pricking in the corner of my eyes as emotion flooded through me. Everything was suddenly too much as I hid my face in his chest. Breathe in. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

“I made it.” I whispered back, squeezing him from where my arms were wrapped around his neck.

We made it through presentation as well. Though several of the less savory of our squad couldn’t say the same for themselves. None of the dragons really stood out to me, a hollow feeling in my chest as I walked off the flight field. I won’t be chosen. I knew none of those dragons would choose me, deep in my soul. I didn’t say anything though, not until I was sitting criss-cross with my back leaning on his pillows and headboard as I watched him sharpening his sword, talking about needing to be ready for threshing.

“Did you-“ I paused when he quieted and glanced up at me, “Did you feel any of their approval?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“The dragons?” He asked, putting down the stone in his hand and setting the sword to the side. Damn him, he must’ve noticed my shift in mood, deciding to focus on me completely now. I nodded. He thought a moment, his face shifting into contemplation, a look I couldn’t help but find so handsome. “Not really. There was those greens that crowded your sister. But I was terrified of them. Maybe that brown one, towards the end, that was annoying the others? Rolling all around them. He was funny. But I don’t know, none of them really jumped out at me.”

He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off that brown. I remember following behind him, watching him as he had softly chuckled at the dragons antics. For him to have brought it up again…maybe he was just lying to me, or himself, but he’d definitely had a connection to that dragon. My heart dropped.

He must’ve seen it too because he sighed, before crawling over and wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me into his side, and I leaned my head on his chest. “You are gonna get a dragon tomorrow. I just know it. Maybe your dragon just isn’t sure about you yet.”

“Comforting.” I snorted, voice devoid of emotion.

“Look, I know I haven’t convinced you, and you’ll be thinking some awful things about yourself now.” He paused, sighing and looking unsure of himself as he tried to find the right words to soothe me. Failing, but he’s cute, trying like that. “Just trust that I know, more than I’ve known anything that you will get a dragon tomorrow. If any of us deserves one, it’s you.”

The raw honesty in his voice made my heart race, and despite myself, his words gave me an inkling of hope. Hope that he was right. That there really was a dragon out there who could accept me, despite my shortcomings. Hope that a dragon would find me worthy.

“Thanks Ridoc.” I mumbled, and hoped that he’d hold me just a little longer as I worked to pull myself back together.

He did.

Ridoc’s POV

I wandered the woods, my mind occupied with Y/N and her show of weakness last night. She never let the facade fall that completely before, she was scared. More scared than she’d been for the gauntlet. Afraid a dragon wouldn’t want her. I frowned as I hid behind a tree as a red passed by. I knew that one wasn’t mine, but luckily it either hadn’t noticed me or decided to spare me instead.

I’d felt a tug all afternoon as I wandered the forest, coaxing me further and further inwards, where I knew that brown was waiting. I’d meant what I said last night, it’d only been once I’d left my friends that I felt the tug. But Y/N had caught what I hadn’t last night, in that way that only she does, already knowing the brown had intended on choosing me.

I finally started moving again, lost thinking about Y/N. Too lost to notice the forest shifting in front of me, until a deep male voice rang through my head, ‘Oh come on! You didn’t even notice me!”

I jumped back two feet, suddenly seeing two large golden eyes staring at me from a large brown swordtail that was hanging from a particularly large tree. A tree that still looked like it was about to buckle under the weight of him.

“S-sorry.” I stuttered out.

The brown jumped from the tree, landing on the ground and sending me staggering from the shockwaves. ‘I suppose I’ll forgive you. Only cause you’re so worried about her. Call me Aotrom, I’ll give you my full name later. You’re mine now.’ He sniffed at me as he circled me, before settling in front of me again, looking proud of himself.

“You mean Sorrengail? Y/N?” I specified, remembering Violet was out here too.

The dragon made a sound, that sounded suspiciously like a snort. ‘Who else? Your mate of course.’

My body froze as my mouth fell open in shock. “She’s not! We’re not-“ I shook my head. “She’s my friend.”

He tilted his head, looking confused. ‘Oh? I thought…’ He sounded confused too, thinking, before his face lit up again, tail wagging back and forth. ‘I see! Eve did say she thought you two hadn’t acted on it yet when I shared my memories with her. I guess she’s right!’

My mind was swimming. This-my dragon, Aotrom, was unlike any other dragon we’d learned about. That was for sure. And he thought me and Y/N were mates??? “Who’s Eve?” I finally let the words out and the dragon puffed his chest out as he straightened with obvious pride.

‘My mate of course.’

Y/N POV

I kept a hand over my mouth as an orange slinked by, sniffing the air. I willed my traitorous heart to slow, afraid that the nasty looking dragon would hear my heartbeats and try to eat me. Eventually he slinked out of view, and I let out a small breath as I continued on my way.

I still felt that hollowness. No pull anywhere as I wandered around aimlessly. I’d run into a dozen different dragons now, and felt nothing from any of them.

I silently wondered if Ridoc had found that brown swordtail. I wondered if Rhi and Violet had found theirs too. If Sawyer would finally get his own. If I would be forced to repeat the year as well, and start over next year.

I paused when I heard a rustling in the bushes, but before I could hide, one of the other cadets strode out. It was one that hung by Barlow, not in his inner circle but itching to move his way in and appease the cruel man. He was tall and fit, definitely a foot taller than me. I palmed my daggers as he stared at me, cruel grin forming as he looked me up and down.

“The quiet Sorrengail twin.” He hissed and I glared.

“Won’t earn you any points with Barlow killing me.” By sheer will my voice was strong.

“Oh, but it will weaken her, and Barlow will approve of that if he hasn’t killed her by the end of the day.” My heart raced at his words as I steeled myself for the fight ahead of me. He wasn’t backing down now.

He ran four steps raising his sword and was about to swing when air rushed around me, and then suddenly he was lifted off the ground, a giant scorpion tail sticking out his back and through his chest. With a flick of the tail his body flew behind me.

But I was frozen in fear. Standing in front of me was a dragon, with navy blue scales and bright green eyes narrowed on me, assessing. Waiting for what my response would be. It’s tail moved slowly now, curling around its body, which gave me some hope that this dragon didn’t plan on killing me. Yet at least.

“Thank you.” I whispered, lowering my gaze as my thoughts went wild. There weren’t supposed to be any blues out here today.

‘I came because my mate wished to take a rider, that’s all.’ Her voice was majestic, beautiful and commanding, filling my head and making my eyes snap back to hers. She was talking to me…but that meant… ‘Yes, Strategist, I agree with my mate’s assessment. You are worthy of being mine, despite your worries. He may have been selfish, having chosen his own already, but he had assured me that you would do me proud young warrior. Now, climb on, before I change my mind.’

She chuffed out a puff of air in my face and I chose not to argue and climb atop the small blue dragon. She wasn’t the smallest of the ones we’d seen during presentation, but she definitely wasn’t the largest, I noted as I climbed on top of her.

She grumbled. ‘I am only 21!’ She hissed out the words irritated with my…thoughts. Great she can read my mind. ‘I will grow with time! I’ll be bigger than Aunt Sgaeyl even! Just you watch!’

So don’t mention her size. Noted. Wait, Sgaeyl? Riorson’s dragon???

‘My name is Eventhasil, but you may refer to me as Eve.” Then she was launching into the air not a second after I had thoroughly settled into the seat, ignoring my mental question of her lineage. I gripped her tightly with my thighs, hanging on for dear life. Once she leveled out, not jostling me at all anymore, I was able to actually enjoy the wind flowing through my hair. Joy flooded me and tears welled up again. I was actually chosen.

‘That is a habit we will have to kill with prejudice. Your doubt in yourself is sickening.’ Though her words were harsh, I think that was supposed to be encouraging.

‘What about your mate?’ I asked, changing the subject. ‘What’s he like? Who has he chosen?’ It would be nice to know exactly which cadet I’m now tied to for the rest of my life.

‘He approaches.’ She says simply, her voice going quiet as she speeds up, forcing me to hold tighter as a brown tried to catch up. Were they…racing? ‘Yes, and if Aotrom wins he’ll be insufferable. Hold tight.’ Determination laced her tone as she tightened her movements racing towards the flight field at top speed, easily outflying the brown as she flung her wings out at the last minute, landing quickly. I was nearly flung from my seat with the maneuver, but with luck and my muscles locking, I was able to hold on. The brown landed thirty seconds later, towering over Eve as he snapped at her face playfully. She snapped back at him, narrowly missing his neck as her tail swung behind us.

But then another dragon landed on her other side and the brown lurched forward, growling low in his throat as he eyed the other male, his swordtail curling around Eve protectively.

She, however, sat calmly amidst his display of possessiveness. Almost…bored?

‘Overpossessive male.’ She explained, irritation lacing her tone. ‘Male dragons are known to be volatile towards any potential threats in the first few years of establishing a mate bond. And Aotrom is very…determined to keep me as his.’ An obvious affection was laced in her last words. The other male backed away, submitting to Aotrom’s dominance and claim, eyes and head down as he moved out of range. Only when the male had moved a sufficient distance away and Aotrom relaxed, turning to his mate again did I see his rider. Ridoc. Holy shit! Ridoc!

Happiness bubbled within me. There was no one better to be tied to! Holy shit. And he looked unharmed, thank the gods.

‘Go speak with him.’ Eve somehow sounded…teasing? ‘He’s relieved that Aotrom had told the truth when he told him that you were safe. As if I’d ever let harm come to what’s mine.’ She snorted at the last sentence and I laughed.

‘I’m glad he’s okay too.’ I sent her way as I climbed down.

The moment my feet hit the ground they lifted again, as Ridoc’s arms wrapped around me and swung me around. “We both got dragons! We’re both riders!” His voice was full of joy as he put me on my feet again. “We made it Y/N! We made it!” His hands moved to my cheeks, and I was frozen as euphoria took over his gaze, and then in a split second, his mouth was on mine.

Moving, kissing, me. I slowly moved back holding onto the moment as my heart burst. My crush was kissing me. Tongue slipping into my mouth as he pulled me to him, pine and male and Ridoc taking over my senses completely as I lost myself in him.

This moment was perfection.

And then it was ruined, by Sawyer calling our names, obviously not able to really see us yet. Ridoc jumped back, looking panicked and my heart lurched. Did he not mean to do that? His eyes scanned mine as he backed up.

“Talk later?” He asked, and I froze. He froze too, hands hovering over my waist. “Y/N? Talk later yeah?”

I nodded, words catching in my throat as Eve growled in my mind. But she said nothing.

“Yeah.” I whispered, putting on a smile as our friend greeted us.

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bodhidurrans · 2 months ago

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Ridoc: Did you see that dodge? Absolute finesse.

Aotrom: You tripped over your own foot and your opponent missed out of confusion.

Ridoc: Exactly. Strategy.

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justascrollingghost · 5 months ago

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I’m not sure about you guys but during threshing I imagine that Ridoc spent hours wandering around trying to find his dragon but Aotrom actually found him within the first 5 minutes and just covertly followed him around for 3 hours thinking it was hilarious then eventually got bored and threw a branch at his head

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Suppressed Bond

Ridoc Gamlyn x Marked!Reader, Set during Iron Flame’s land navigation class

You were widely known as the strongest bonded Dragon-Rider pair of your year.

You and Andell were something special. Your bond came from more than just a symbiotic use of magic. You are far from the only rider to establish an emotional connection with your dragon, but there was something about the way the two of you were there for each other that caused both people and dragons to take notice.

You’d been reprimanded for taking time to just sit where you could with your dragon outside of class many times by various members of leadership both student and faculty. (Aetos could kiss your ass for all you cared and you’d said that to his face at least once). You’d never told anyone exactly why you two were so close. Those closest to you could guess, but verbally you’d never told a soul.

Andell had lost his mate and hatchlings years ago. That emotional scar ran deep. You, a marked one, viscerally understood that pain when he told you about it.

For you, he filled the space your father would have had he lived. You were Andell’s chosen child. The two of you would go to the ends of the earth for each other, which was why, a certain new class your second year, affected you differently than most.

You should have known better than to drink from that canteen offered to you. When has Basgiath’s leadership ever done anything good for you and the others you were raised with?

But Violet, your current co-conspirator, drank it. She was the smartest of your squad, the Iron Squad, so you drank the strange tasting water right along with her.

What fools you were.

An oozing wrongness ebbed through you and you slowly started to panic.

“Andell? Any idea what’s going on?”

Nothing.

“Andell?”

Not even crickets. Your Tyrrish family home that you visualized when channeling power and communicating with your dragon, was dark and empty. Cold. Likely a rendition of what it was now after what the Navarre government had done, or at least what you imagined it would be.

Your pleas for your dragon to answer you echoed through your mental space, bouncing off the walls, connecting with nothing.

You no longer cared for what the RSC and Infantry professors were saying. You were lost in your mind, screaming for Andellion, trying to push through this sinking feeling to find your tether to him.

Your squad squabbled with the infantry as it slowly sank in that your connection was temporarily severed to your dragon. Your chest ached. You felt sick. This was wrong.

Andell needed you. You needed him. Was he okay? What was happening to him? You had no idea. Was he as scared as you were? Dragons didn’t get scared, but you knew better. Andell had to be losing his mind right now. You knew he feared for you a great deal due to the relic winding up your arm. He was even more nervous after Resson, rightfully so.

You had no way of telling him you were safe. He had no way of telling you he was, either. They could destroy either of you so easily right now, it wouldn’t take much.

But the worst part, you missed him. Deep in your bones.

He’d told you that you would never be alone again. Words you had needed to hear for so long. And they’d taken that now too.

You hadn’t realized you were shaking until a hand grasped yours.

“Hey, come on, it’s not that cold out here! Hehe…” The voice speaking to you, the other rider holding your hands, paused. You heard a muffled calling of your name. Once. Twice.

The third time brought you out of your mind and your eyes up into unruly curls and chocolate brown eyes.

“You okay, you’re shaking like you got told to cross Parapet again.” Ridoc’s voice carried a modicum of humor to it, as it always did, but it was tempered now with concern.

You mumbled your answer.

“Sorry princess, but I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I can’t reach him.”

The weight of your words paused Ridoc, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other holding yours. “Yeah… none of us can.”

Your breath began to shake, tears lining your eyes.

“What if something’s wrong? What if he needs me? Or I need him? I haven’t- I haven’t felt this alone since before-“

Ridoc, the first you’ve ever seen from him, got serious, gripping you tightly. “First, you were not alone before, you had the other marked ones, and you’re not alone now. You’ve got me. I’m here, with you right now. You’ve got Vi, Sawyer, and Rhi too. Those infantry pricks and the healers too but they don’t really count.”

“Ridoc, I can’t- I can’t-“

“Yes you can. Andell is fine. Aotrom is fine too. We’re still here, so they have to be okay. And if what I know about your dragon is right, I’m sure he’s making the professor’s dragons’ lives a living hell right now trying to undo whatever they did to us. Look at me,” he said.

You hadn’t not been, but he continued.

“Breathe. We’ve got you. I’ve got you. I promise you’ll hear him again, okay? And if Grady doesn’t undo this whenever this stupid RSC field trip bullshit is over, we’ll make his life a living hell too. Okay?”

He held your gaze until you nodded. “…Okay.”

Ridoc smiled and helped you stand, not moving from your side as you rejoined the group.

“Is the traitor’s kid okay? Or do we have to waste more time on their melt down?” Calvin, one of the infantry cadets you were paired with, spat.

You had a retort on the tip of your tongue but Ridoc was faster, “Hey jackass, maybe keep your mouth shut about shit you don’t understand, huh? We’re right behind ya.”

As a show of strength and outrage at his previous words, you took your relic arm and flipped that middle finger in Calvin’s direction.

Once the attention was off you, you whispered, “thanks Ridoc.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, sending you a soft but very much still boyish grin.

Eventually, your connection to Andell was restored and the relief you felt was intense enough you almost wept had it not been for the brave face you forced yourself to show in the presence of Professor Grady (because fuck him).

As soon as the Professors were gone, you and Andell rapidly checked in on each other, assuring each other and yourselves that the other was unharmed. So thankful to have your connection returned you spoke some of your half of the conversation aloud.

Ridoc watched you from the side, finding immense joy in watching your own.

“And you make fun of me for looks like that,” Sawyer commented as he passed.

Ridoc flipped his friend a playful bird, but otherwise did not deny what Sawyer was implying.

“You’ll have to tell her eventually,” Aotrom teased.

“I will. I don’t think now’s the right time.”

“Andell’s very protective of her. You’ll have to tread lightly.”

“When have I ever done that?”

There was a chuffing laugh in Ridoc’s head as the dragon seemed to laugh, “We’ll figure something out.”

A/N: This fic now has a part two!

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scorpioriesling · 21 days ago

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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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luvly-writer · 1 month ago

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Basgaith: The Light Wielder

Xaden Riorson x Gamlyn! Reader

Masterlist

Basgiath War College – Squad Battles

The sky was chaos. Dragons diving and wheeling overhead, squads shouting across the field, magic crackling like a storm held just barely in check.

But Y/n’s focus narrowed the second she spotted him.

“Jack,” she growled under her breath. That sneering bastard was circling Violet and Tairn again, weaving too close, trying to get the dragon to lose focus mid-flight.

She felt it then — a snap inside her chest. Something primal. Protective. Furious.

“Of course it’s Jack,” she muttered, her voice shaking with fury as she rose to full height on Tiamat’s back. The great dragon responded immediately, sensing her focus, her heartbeat. Her wings flared, catching the wind as her dark green scales shimmered beneath the sun.

He threatens your friend,Tiamat thundered into her mind. Let him learn what it means to provoke the light

And then she felt it.

Like wildfire and sunlight all at once, surging up her spine, pouring through her limbs. The tide pools from Ceaelyn are filled with light and her hold in the sand of her mind slips a little. Her pulse thundered in her ears as a blinding force flooded her body. Her fingertips glowed, not with heat, not with flame—with light. Pure, golden, radiant light.

Jack swooped down toward Violet again.

“No,” she hissed. “Not her. Not today.”

She extended her hand without thinking, her body merely the conduit to what Tiamat was channeling through her—and let go.

A burst of light exploded from her palm. Like a lance of sunrise, it sliced through the sky in front of Jack’s path, so bright it forced every rider in the area to recoil, blinking furiously. Jack’s dragon screeched, veering hard to the right.

Violet gasped midair, shielding her eyes, but Tairn held steady.

The sky went silent.

Even the professors stilled.

Tiamat let out a thunderous roar, one that echoed across the entire training field — triumphant, proud, possessive of her rider.

Lightbringer

The sound shook the cliffs and sent ripples through the clouds themselves.

Y/n hovered, glowing faintly, her chest heaving. Her hair floated slightly around her face like it was lit from within. The light was receding now, but traces of it clung to her fingertips like embers.

“What the hell—” someone breathed from the floor.

Leadership was already scrambling on the platform. Professor Carr stood, eyes wide. Several scribes were rapidly taking notes.

There had never been a light wielder in Basgiath. Not ever.

Down on the field, Ridoc stood frozen, blinking up at his twin sister with his mouth slightly open. “Y/n?” he whispered. “What did you just do—?”

Rhiannon laughed once the shock wore off. “DID SHE JUST—? I MEAN—HELL YES.”

Sawyer whooped beside her. “That’s our girl!”

Violet was grinning now, windblown and slightly stunned. “Light wielding. You’re literally the opposite of Riorson,” she said, breathless. “That’s incredible.”

Y/n just blinked down at her hands, still tingling with energy. She looked to the stands where leadership was still scrambling, to her friends in the air around her…

Then up to the ridge.

Xaden was standing there. Watching her.

Not shocked. Not angry.

Just… in awe.

And for the first time, she realized— She didn’t feel afraid of this power. She felt like it had always been hers.

Tiamat rumbled approvingly beneath her.

You are light, pretty one. Let them see

Basgiath War College – South Training Grounds (Xaden’s POV)

The moment he saw the light, he stopped walking.

It started as a flicker — soft, warm, golden — curling at the tips of her fingers like sunlight caught in motion. Then it expanded, slow and deliberate, until tendrils of luminous energy danced around her like ribbons of fire. It bent and bloomed in her palms, reflecting in her eyes, turning her hair to molten bronze under the late afternoon sun.

Y/n stood in the center of the field, steady and fierce, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration as Professor Carr gave instructions a few paces away. The edges of her light pulsed in time with her breath, as if it knew her, obeyed her.

No.

As if it was part of her.

Xaden didn’t realize he’d stopped moving until Garrick nearly walked into him.

“Everything alright?” Garrick asked, following his gaze. “Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

Carr said something else, gesturing toward a target dummy. Y/n nodded and raised her hand again — her movements fluid, confident. This time, she didn’t just summon the light. She shaped it. A perfect arc bent from her fingertips like a crescent moon, slicing through the air and striking the dummy dead center.

It exploded in a shower of sparks and golden dust.

She smiled.

And Xaden swore he forgot how to breathe.

Light and shadow.

He’d spent so much of his life in the dark — hiding in it, commanding it, letting it define him. But watching her there, standing tall with the sun melting around her, he felt something shift.

Something settle.

She didn’t just command light. She was light. Brilliant and blazing and unstoppable. And she wasn’t afraid of his shadows. She welcomed them. Balanced them.

Balanced him.

Garrick nudged him with a smirk. “Gods, you’re so in love it’s embarrassing.”

“Shut up,” Xaden muttered, not even bothering to deny it.

But his voice was soft. Distant.

Because all he could see was her — radiant, golden, beautiful — as she turned slightly and caught him watching.

And smiled.

Basgiath War College – Later That Night, Just Outside the Flight Hall

The adrenaline from the squad training had worn off hours ago, but Y/n could still feel the echo of the light that had coursed through her — humming quietly beneath her skin. She leaned against the cool stone wall just outside the flight hall, Tiamat curled far behind in the shadows, still glowing faintly with pride.

She heard footsteps before she saw him.

Xaden.

He approached in that steady, quiet way of his, hands in his pockets, eyes sharp but calm. They stood in silence for a few breaths, until she tilted her head slightly toward him.

“Violet said something earlier,” Y/n said softly, fiddling with one of the rings on her fingers. “After it happened.”

He turned slightly to face her, brow raised in interest. “Yeah?”

“She said… that I’m your opposite,” Y/n murmured. “Light and shadow.”

Xaden’s gaze lingered on her face. For a long moment, he didn’t answer — not until she looked up to meet his eyes.

“My balance,” he said quietly. “Not opposite.”

The words were so simple. So soft. But they settled over her like a blanket — warm, grounding, unexpectedly intimate.

Her breath caught.

Y/n wasn’t used to being speechless, but something in the way he said it — like he’d already thought about it a hundred times — left her flushed and blinking.

“Oh,” she said, blinking once, twice, and trying not to smile too obviously. “That’s… oddly poetic of you, Riorson.”

He smirked, just a little, leaning a fraction closer. “Don’t think about it too much.”

She rolled her eyes, heart doing ridiculous things in her chest.

Too late.

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littlest-w01f · 3 months ago

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Incensed

Ridoc x Reader

RIDOC MASTERLIST

EMPYREAN MASTERLIST

Summary: He shouldn't be jealous of seeing you with someone else. But he is and you will know about it. If not through your dragon bonded to Aotrom then through his lips.

Cw: Jealous Ridoc, slight orgasm denial, rough sexy stuff, Smut 18+ MDNI

a/n: fic on Ao3

Ridoc had been humming as he went on his way to pick you up before formation, he froze down the halls, seeing Liam leave your barracks. As soon as Liam stepped out of your barrack, Ridoc's heart skipped a beat. He quickly composed himself, not wanting to alert Liam to his presence or the surge of jealousy coursing through him. Ridoc watched intently as he sauntered down the hallway.

You had been with Liam, Ridoc stood outside your barracks, seething with jealousy as he watched Liam exit the halls. His eyes narrowed, fixated on the other man's confident stride. Ridoc's hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he struggled to contain his raging emotions.

He couldn't bear the thought of you with anyone else, especially not Liam. The knowledge of your intimate sneaking about filled Ridoc with a bitter, gnawing ache. But it confused him further, you weren't his girlfriend, just someone he'd fucked nearly a week ago. Twice yes, but still, not his girlfriend. Although your dragon was mated to Aotrom, didn't make you his girlfriend.

Ridoc took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil within him. He knew his reaction was irrational, yet he couldn't shake off the possessive feelings that had taken root in his chest. The memory of your soft curves beneath him, the sweet taste of your lips, and the way your body trembled in pleasure he gave you, all these sensations threatened to overwhelm him.

As the day progressed, he saw you spend almost all of your time with Liam, yes he is a part of your squad, but does she have to spend all of it with him?

HA, you're a jealous bitch Aotrom's voice rang in his head, I should tell y/n to not look at you at all.

Ridoc's jaw clenched tighter at the mocking words echoing in his mind. He knew Aotrom was right, his behaviour was unbecoming of him, he could just as easily bed someone else. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to care about the other first years he'd fucked when his heart felt like it was being ripped apart, since he had taken you, no one else felt good enough, after his one-night stands he would end up on his own back after, fisting his cock to sleep at the memory of you.

Ridoc tried to distract himself by focusing on Battle Briefing. However, every time he glanced over at you and Liam, his thoughts strayed back to your intimate encounter. The way your skin flushed under his touch, the hitch in your breath as he claimed your mouth, the sultry moans that escaped your lips. Those memories were etched into his mind like scars, refusing to be erased.

While you were writing down the next question a second-year asked, you froze, the images of your night with Ridoc flashed through your mind, your climax and cry as you did, but from Ridoc's view. You looked up at him, eyes wide. He was thinking about those nights, with his connection to you open.

Shit Aotrom, she's looking at me. You bitch this was no time for pranks. You heard Ridoc yell at his dragon in his head, and only Aotrom's laughter followed in both your heads, your dragon sighed at her mate's antics, the dragon that had opened his mind to you to fuck with his rider.

You watched him look away, a blush forming on his brown cheeks, attempting to take down notes, you noticed the way he avoided eye contact, realizing too late that Aotrom shared your private moments with you, the ones he was thinking about. Mortification washed over you as you recalled how vulnerable you had been during sex, how you looked to him, crying out in pleasure as he brought you to climax.

"y/n, is everything alright?" Liam asked from beside you, and you sighed, turning to him.

"Yeah, Li, just... Something on my mind." You said, hoping he didn't ask more questions.

After the session ended, you made your excuses and slipped away, needing some time alone to process the strange mix of emotions churning inside you.

Surprisingly, you found Ridoc heading in your direction. Ridoc approached you, his steps purposeful despite the tension evident in his posture. When he reached you, he hesitated, clearly unsure of how to proceed. His gaze flickered between your face and the ground, as if searching for the right words.

"I… need to talk to you," he finally managed, his deep voice laced with a mixture of frustration and something akin to desperation. "About us. About what happened." Ridoc's hands clenched at his sides, betraying his internal struggle. It was clear he was wrestling with his own emotions, grappling with the intensity of the connection forged during their clandestine encounters.

"We do need to talk." You looked around, pulling Ridoc through the halls to your barracks, pushing him on your bed to sit so you could stand before him, arms crossed. "What exactly do you want to discuss? Because judging by your expression, it seems rather urgent." Your tone was guarded, reflecting the complexity of your own feelings towards this unexpected development.

Ridoc shifted uncomfortably on the bed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, I know we agreed it was a one time thing, but…" He trailed off, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I can't stop thinking about you, y/n. Every time I see you with Liam or others, it drives me crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"Wait, you're jealous of Liam?" You asked, confused, when he got up you glared at him, "Sit. Down."

Ridoc sat back down, his brows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and self-awareness. "Yeah, I guess so. Seeing you with him, knowing you've been with him..." He shook his head, as if trying to dislodge the unwanted images. "It doesn't sit right with me."

"We had two nights together, that's it. No strings attached." you stated firmly, though your pulse quickened at the admission of his jealousy.

"But there are strings, whether either of us likes it or not," Ridoc countered, his gaze intense. "There's something between us." Ridoc leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he met your eyes directly. "I think about you constantly, y/n. The way you responded to my touch, the sounds you made when I'm inside you..." He exhaled heavily, his voice low and husky. "I've never felt this kind of connection with anyone before. It scares me, alright, I had plans to have fun all though college, not get in a relationship in my first fucking year."

He paused, studying your face for a reaction. "I don't want to lose you to Liam or anyone else, I don't like how close you two are. If we're going to keep seeing each other, we need to be honest about our feelings. No more pretending it's just casual sex." Ridoc's confession hung in the air, leaving you to ponder the depth of his emotions and the implications of his words.

"I'm not with Liam... I mean yeah we've been together once, but I'm not with him." You said softly, sitting down beside him on your bed. "He's my friend. And I'm close to him because he understand me in ways you might never... And I don't mean it to demean you." You lifted your flight jacket, your rebellion relic peaking through, one he had kissed all over, "He's a part of a family to me I would never want you to be."

As Ridoc studied the relic, his gaze softened. "I... I'm so sorry. I should've known." He turned to face you fully, a vulnerability in his eyes. "I should go. I'm embarrassed."

"Ridoc, wait." You get up, grabbing him by his forearm, "Stay."

"See, I was going to seduce you tonight and fuck you stupid on all fours hoping you'd forget about anyone else and only have hots for me, but after that, I just feel shitty thinking about it now." His more open self was back as he looked at you, the words were both teasing and clipped, deep into your eyes.

They need encouragement baby, let's fuck! Aotrom's voice rang through both your heads, your dragon scoffed, No, you horny thing, behave. At least one of you could manage their lust.

You laughed at their words, "Well, I'm still open to it." You smiled, looking at Ridoc.

Ridoc's eyes sparkled with mischief at your response, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Is that so? Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to give you another round, if you promise to focus solely on me afterwards." He teased, his fingers trailing along your thigh in a tantalizing caress.

But beneath the playful banter, a deeper current of emotion flowed. Ridoc's heart raced at the thought of claiming you completely, of being the sole object of your desire. The possessiveness simmering within him threatened to boil over, urging him to mark you as his in every possible way.

As if sensing his inner turmoil, Aotrom's voice whispered in their shared minds once more. Go ahead, make her yours. Show her who she belongs to.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. "I believe I owe you a proper fucking on all fours, as originally planned." He stood up, towering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Strip for me, y/n."

With Ridoc's commanding presence filling the room, a shiver ran down your spine, igniting a fire within you. Meeting his intense gaze as you began to undress, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of your curves. Watching him undress as well, revealing every inch of his skin.

First, you slid off your riding leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor, exposing the lace that barely contained your full breasts. Next, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down, pulling them off with your boots.

Ridoc's eyes roamed hungrily over your form, drinking in the sight of your creamy skin, the swell of your hips. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered," He murmured, his voice thick with lust. As you stood before him in nothing but lingerie, he closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your breasts. He kneaded the supple skin, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them pebble under his touch.

"You're mine now, y/n," Ridoc growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Every curve, every inch of you belongs to me." With that declaration, he spun you around, pressing you facedown onto the bed.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your lace and slowly dragged them down, exposing your bare ass to his hungry gaze. "Such a pretty ass," He purred, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm going to enjoy spanking this later tonight, watching it redden."

Ridoc's dominant tone sent a thrill through you, a delicious blend of arousal and anticipation. As he positioned himself behind you, his large hands grasped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh possessively.

With a swift motion, bared your wet folds to his heated gaze. "So slick already," He groaned, running a finger through your arousal. "You're desperate for me, aren't you?"

Without waiting for a response, he notched the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you. Then, with a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Ridoc gasped, beginning to move within you. His strokes were deep and relentless, pounding into your receptive heat with primal urgency.

"Ridoc!" You thrust back onto his cock, groaning at the intense pleasure of being so thoroughly claimed. The force of his thrusts drove you forward, your chest pressed to the mattress as he pistoned in and out of your dripping cunt.

His balls slapped lewdly against your clit with each stroke, sending jolts of ecstasy racing up your spine. Ridoc's grip on your hips tightened, almost bruising, as if he was afraid to let you go, to lose this connection with your body.

"You're so tight, y/n," He grunted, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "Squeezing my cock like a vice. Fuck, I could stay buried in you forever."

His words fueled your desire, urging you to meet his ferocious pace. You reached beneath yourself, seeking those sensitive nubs that would send you hurtling over the edge into bliss.

You pushed back harder, grinding your ass against Ridoc as he fucked you with abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the sound echoing through the room.

Your cunt clenched rhythmically around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. Ridoc's groans grew louder, more animalistic, as he chased his release.

Suddenly, he pulled out, flipping you over onto your back. Before you could catch your breath, he plunged back in, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

"Don't cum yet, y/n," He commanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Let me have fun with you."

"Mmhmmm, order me about, it's so hot." You giggled, dragging your nails down his back as he continued to pound into you, your bodies moving together in a sensual dance. The way you responded to him, to his demands while still retaining an air of playful defiance, only heightened Ridoc's arousal.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. At the same time, he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving his cock in and out of your clenching cunt with ruthless precision.

The combination of the deep kisses and brutal fucking quickly had you teetering on the brink of orgasm. Your inner walls fluttered and spasmed around Ridoc's thickness, trying to coax him over the edge along with you.

But he held firm, refusing to let you come until he was ready. "Not yet, baby," He denied you the release you craved, instead focusing on his own pleasure. His hips snapped forward with renewed vigour, the head of his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

Ridoc's hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers until they were stiff peaks. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin.

"You're so responsive," He murmured against your throat, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I love how you take everything I give you."

As if to punctuate his point, he reached between your bodies and circled your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to keep you hovering on the cusp of climax without actually tipping you over.

He denied you the release you craved, instead focusing on his own pleasure. His hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, the head of his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

"I see you're being cruel regardless..." You groaned under him, legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer.

"Mmm, yes, you love when I play rough," Ridoc chuckled, his teeth grazing your collarbone. "It makes the moment I finally let you cum that much sweeter."

He redoubled his efforts, fingers digging into your thighs as he fucked you with wild abandon. The coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, your muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Yes, exactly like that," Ridoc praised, his fingers continuing their maddening circle around your swollen clit. "Take what you need from me, but don't let go just yet."

He leaned down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and suckling hard, the suction sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His other hand slid down to cup your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he lifted your hips to meet his increasingly erratic thrusts.

The coil of tension inside you wound tighter and tighter, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back your impending orgasm. Ridoc seemed determined to push you to the very brink before allowing you to tumble over the edge. "Come for me now."

Ridoc's relentless assault on your senses finally proved too much to bear. With a strangled cry, your body seized up, convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Your cunt clamped down on his cock tightly, rippling and fluttering wildly as you came undone beneath him.

At last, Ridoc allowed himself to follow, his own climax hitting him like a freight train. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down on the tender skin as he emptied himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

For long moments, you lay there entwined, chests heaving as you both struggled to catch your breath. Ridoc's softening cock slipped free of your spent cunt, leaving a trail of their combined juices on your thigh. "That was... Intense,"

He rolled off you, drawing you into his arms and tucking you close against his side. Despite the lingering ache between your thighs, you felt a deep sense of contentment wash over you, nestled in the warmth of his embrace.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Ridoc spoke again, his voice low and rumbling. "So, now that we've had our fill of... physical affection, want to tell me more about yourself? What else do you enjoy doing besides your friends?"

As you snuggled into his side, Ridoc's strong arm wrapped around you possessively, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your marked skin. The intimacy of the moment made it easy to open up to him, to share parts of yourself that you might not normally reveal.

"Well, I don't do all my friends, only like Liam and Bodhi, and once each, I think, aside from spending time with my friends, I really enjoy sparing," You said, a small smile playing on your lips as you gazed up at Ridoc.

"Oh, sparing reminds me I challenged Liam to spar cause I was mad he got your attention." Ridoc whispered, barely above the sound of your breathing.

You giggled at the absurdity of it, "Oh, I'd love to see him hand you your ass."

Ridoc chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. "Oh, believe me, he'd love nothing more than to humiliate me in front of you. But I'm not going down without a fight."

He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "And even if I did lose, which is likely, I know you'd still find me attractive afterwards. Because no matter what happens, you're stuck with me now."

With that, he sealed his declaration with a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth with possession. As he broke away, you could see the unspoken promise in his eyes, that he planned to keep you right where you were, in his arms, for a long time to come.

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