#Warriors x reader

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Winter special!

Sorry this took so long, my phone decided typing wasn’t a thing it could do anymore and my brother is too nosy for me to write on my laptop.

As always: GN!Reader, Pre-established relationships, Tooth rotting fluff

Characters: Wars + Wind, Legend, Four & Time

Part one Next part (to be continued)

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Wars + Wind

Winter traditions weren’t the same on Outset. It didn’t snow on the island, just as it hadn’t for the many years that came before. Warm waves frothed as they lapped against golden sands. The only cool thing was a slight breeze, which combed through the palm trees.

Wind knew it wouldn’t snow. But still, he found himself longing for the cozy days inside by the fire and the occasionally reckless days spent in the flurries of snow.

Even as you investigated his pouty lip and unusual quietness, he couldn’t bring himself to feel better. He couldn’t quite understand it. Logically, he knew it wouldn’t snow. Still, he found himself disappointed with the outcome.

“I just-“ He sighed, shrugging noncommittally, “It doesn’t feel like winter… It’s the same as it’s always been, but I-“ He shakes his head and turns away from the window.

“Don’t worry, i’ll shove you in a pile of snow when we get back to my Hyrule” The captain smirked, leaning against the door. You managed to throw him a soft glare over your shoulder as Wind grumbled (read: shouted) something threatening in return.

Oh how you yearned to see the two pelt each other with snowballs. Truly, it’d be amusing. Shame sand can’t hold its shape that well being thrown.

The two pause their exchange of school ground taunts at the sight of your pure and utter delight.

“I think we broke them” The sailor side eyes his brother, concerned. Wars inspects you from his side of the room before walking over. He grabs each side of your face to examine you further. His hands are warm. Comforting. Secure.

“If you kiss them i’m going to throw up” Wind’s face is contorted into something of a judgemental scowl, comical on his face. You both scatter off each other, garnering a fitting amount of cackles from the youngest hero. You grab him while he’s distracted, managing to tug both him and warriors outside in a fit of confusion and voice cracking shrieks. In fact, you drag them the entire way through outset and to the beach.

“Alright, C’mon you both. We’re making snowmen” Your victory is short lived.

“Really, hun? And how’d you suppose we do that” sassed by your own boyfriend… wow.

“Sandmen. You get my point” You roll your eyes and start gathering damp sand into a mound like shape. It

“Don’t just sit there, you were the one down in the dumps” You lovingly jab at Wind, who cracks a grin and gets to work adding sand to the lumpy collection of the body.

Between the three of you it was easy enough work, save for trying to stay out of the tide and avoid stepping on any sharp rocks.

In just over an hour, a sandman had formed. Adorned with little shell eyes and mouth, draped with seaweed and driftwood for arms, your sandman stood proud against the sea. The three of you sprawled out on the sand, basking in the waning warmth of the sun as it set. The sky was full of vibrant oranges and yellows, the sea waved the same colors back. Your stomach hurt from laughing, your arms were sore from wrestling the stiff sand. Your fingers interlaced with War’s, Wind half laid over you. The whole scene was magical.

Quietly, Wind was thankful. Not many people on his small island quite understood him. Not even himself. The weather was great, and yet he still felt sad. But with his two parents, he felt understood. Cared for. Loved. And that’s what winter was about, he supposed.

Legend

It was, however, really goddamn cold in Legend’s Hyrule. Snow, crystalline and white was packed thickly up to your knees, making any movement a challenge. The wind blew through you and scattered loose bits of snow on top. The rows and rows of apple trees are barren, and looked to have been for quite some time.

When you both finally managed to make it home, you practically fell into the doorway. But alas, it was cold inside too.

The cluttered home certainly did well to lift your spirits, but did little in preventing the onset of hypothermia.

“Hey” Leg’s voice pulled you from shivering. He sounded soft, warm in his regard despite the many times you heard him curse out the weather.

“I’ll see if I have anything here to help keep us warm, it’s usually not this bad” He smiles, wincing slightly as he flexes his hands. You knew even if he did manage to find some cloak or enchanted jewellery stashed away in the depth of his house, it would do little to soothe his aching joints. However, you knew no matter what you said, no one could get the vet to sit still for ten minutes while you tried to light a fire. Hylia herself could order him to sit down and wait, but you knew he’d never listen. It just wasn’t the person he was.

“Just- be careful, ok? Don’t overdo it. I’ll try to start a fire in the meantime” He nods, redirecting his familiar determination mixed with spite towards finding something to warm you both up.

You yourself began gathering wood from various places around the house to light a fire. Apparently, you’d forgotten that the wood you intended to burn should go next to the place you burn it. You were ever so in love with your past self, at the moment

Trips to the kitchen, paddock and small forger rewarded you with just enough wood to start a hearty fire going. It cast patterns on the wall, meeting and reflecting on the many weapons, souvenirs, paintings, photos and other such trinkets which lie mounted on the walls or placed onto shelves. It was comforting. Calm. A serene feeling of warmth, both literal and metaphorical washed over you.

Swift steps echoed through the house as your beloved pink-haired hero returned, blankets and cloaks gathered in a massive mound in his arms. They hit the ground with a soft whoosh, Legend grinning, proud he’d completed his task. He sits down, bracing himself on the fireplace and the floor, a pained look passing his face. Brows furrowed, teeth bared as his mouth pulled into a wince, it wasn’t what you wanted for him. The cold months made everything with his joints hurt worse. Even if he wore all his braces, used all his salves, worked an adequate time, the cold pierced through him.

“C’mere” You pat the floor in front of you and assist him as he shuffles over. Your hands cup each cold, pink cheek, thumbs brushing over their blushed surface. He melts into you, his eyes closing in comfort and contentment for one of the first times in his life. Your hands slide back to weave through his hair, delicately setting his hat off to the side. Wordlessly, you press him forward to lean against your chest, scratching his scalp and whispering soft assurances. His ears flush and wiggle, his head is tucked away in the crook of your neck.

Finally, you lean back, laying down on the floor. You drape the heavy collection of blankets, cloaks and quilts over you and he resigns to his fate. He’s a little achy, but finally he can settle.

“There we go, you can rest” Your voice regards him softer than anyone else has before. It cradles even the most pained parts of himself. From the scared child he started his journies as, to the paranoid hero who was constantly hunted, to the jaded man he grew to be, you placated him. He was never built to be so soft. He smiles, grateful you can’t see his giddy lovestruck face and tease him over it— let alone make it worse. It was dangerous to be this soft. And yet he’s never felt so safe. For the first time in a long time he feels like he can relax. There’s nothing else to do than lay here with you.

Four

But the harsh winter chill didn’t invade the fire-warmed forge. Hot fire burned in the furnace, settling a cozy orange haze across the metal surfaces of anvils, swords and well-used work tables. The light scattered, making abstract patterns on the walls and catching on fine strands of gold as a ringed hand tucks the hair behind his pointed ear.

Four was well accustomed to making things — whether it be for commissions or as gifts.

Yet, he never had so much trouble as he did this time. Something about the self-imposed stress of perfection or the fact that it was for you, someone he treasured so deeply, made the task of making your gift so difficult. It seemed no matter what he drew up, no matter at what angle he approached, no matter what style he emulated, nothing felt quite right.

“Too little” A brash voice would complain, “Something so simple- it’s as if we don’t even love them.”

And so he’d tear the page and start again.

“Too much” A colder voice critiqued, “It’s hardly practical for them”

And so he’d pick up his pencils and start another sketch.

“It’s just-“ A softer voice tried several times to rephrase before landing on his words, “Not them. It’s not a bad gift, not at all. Just not one right for them.”

And after a moment of hesitation, he nods and begins once more.

“It’s not your fault” The surest voice of the four finally speaks up in the middle of his newest sketch. Four sighs and allows himself to separate himself from his work for a moment. Papers are strewn about, odd markings in coloured pencil are scribbled across each design. The distinct handwritings overlap and splay out from one another where each and every one of his opinions dieviated.

Anger doesn’t find him, too burnt out for the fire to find its fuel.

His hand knots itself in his hair, tiredness gripping him finally. He’s about to shake it off and return to his work, to draw until his hand is cramped and his mind exhausted, but he’s stopped by a shuffling just outside the door.

“Link?” Your familiar voice calls quietly, not wishing to intrude on whatever breakdown you intruded on.

Almost shamefully he turns to face you, hunched over and afraid of what you’ll say.

“Why are you still up? Why are you still working- it’s been the whole day!” Your tone holds no real bite, though he can sense disappointment.

“I was just finishing up orders for-“ Your voice cuts him off before he can finish the lie.

“Oh shush. The only thing you’ll be doing is getting into bed and not waking up till noon” It’d be so easy to release himself from your soft grip on his upper arm.

Mentally, it feels impossible.

There’s quiet insistence— hope, even, that he’ll follow along. And he lets himself be dragged out.

“Besides,” The calm voice of his inner self rings out, “You’ll find good inspiration eventually” He smiled, suppressing a laugh. Lest you turn around and ask him what’s so funny. It’s nothing, truly —he’d say— just that he figured out his newest project. A ring.

Time

The coziness of winter didn’t seem to trickle through the whole chain, though. For, the Hero of Time himself was far too busy fulfilling the role of being elderly. Time travel paradoxes aside, Time had spent the first two weeks of the early winter season in bed.

His own stubborn ethic would normally call him to work until he dropped dead, so long as the jobs were done by the end of the day. But between his heavy limbs, dizzy mind and weak muscles, it seemed as if he had no choice. He huffed after finally sitting up, legs swung over the side of the bed.

The room felt excruciatingly cold, every uncovered piece of skin attacked by the frosty hands of winter herself. As he finally managed to stand, fatigue settled over him in a heavy blanket.

It was odd, he thought. Several times he’s lost so much blood he could’ve sworn he died. He was so familiar with the feeling. With pushing past it. But now? Now he couldn’t move? He’d laugh if his lungs could spare the air.

He was forced to lean on anything nearby in order to keep himself shuffling forward. Dressers, doors, tables, chairs… It didn’t matter so long as they helped him reach his goal. Admittedly, though, he did linger by the fire, given it was the only moment he didn’t feel like the chill of the dead season had settled in his bones.

After what felt like ages of fridged shuffles, he made it to the other side of his small cottage. The island provided him a place to sit, and the kitchen provided warmth as stew bubbles away on the stove.

“Link! What are you-“ You move quickly to scold him for leaving bed, a crime he committed quite frequently, but paused upon seeing him squint

“Sorry” Your sweet apology is better than any medicine to him. He can already feel the warmth returning to his chest.

…Maybe that isn’t a good thing considering his fever.

“Go lie down,” He opens his mouth to argue with your concerns “I know you’re hungry and your fever is coming back up,” Oh, is that why your hands were on his cheeks? “But you’ll get more medicine after you eat, ok? I’ll be done soon” He feels himself deflate and lean forward into you, resting his heavy head into the crook of your neck. It feels perfectly carved to his face.

“Miss you” He rasps, his own voice unfamiliar. It’s gravelly and almost hard to make out with how slow and slurred he seems to talk

“I know, I know” You sigh, finally resting back into him, leaning him upright. Your hand massages his back, where his tunic is just slightly stuck to his skin.

He takes a deep breath. It feels like his lungs don’t absorb any of it.

You lean back on your heels to tend to the stew and he feels your hands tugging him with you. As eagerly as he can, he stands, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin atop your head.

“No- C’mon, back to bed” You huff in amusement at his loopy affection, to which he takes great offense

“But I don’t want to” He sighs heavily in response, leaving himself to be dead weight if you don’t start agreeing soon.

“I want to stay out here, with you” He offers finally, after a stretch of silence. His torso rises and falls with the deep breath you take.

“Fine. But you’ll lay down and take a nap when you’re done eating.” He grins, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

Sure, some part of him would always nag to be productive, even at his own detriment. But having you to care for him after so long of being neglected by the world was too much a luxury for him to pass up. He could suffer another nap or two.

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For ‘More than One’ maybe you could detail the relationships between each Link and their y/n or how they met!

Hi Anon!

I'd love to explain and details each Link and Y/n for ya!

I'm addressing each of them as ' Link ' instead of their LU names and that goes for the same as the Y/n's. Also oopies on Times one but it was more of Y/n lore than a detail of their relationship.

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Time/OOT Link.

I think this was predictable but you and Link (For majority of the Links and Y/n's) started off as childhood best friends. They met each other while Y/n and Malon were near the fountain at castle town while waiting for Talon.

I think the trope suited for them would be childhood sweethearts/you fell first and he fell harder.

You two met at castle town when you were both young, When Link was going to meet with Zelda for the first time.

I like to think a lot about each of the Links and Y/n's relationships because I want them all to have very different stories to each other.

ALSO! YES YOU TWO ARE MARRIED AND HAVE...Want part two? Hit that follow button (JK, But I won't go into too much detail, yet.)

Oh before I forget, I think it's a relevant fact to mention that Y/n was adopted by Talon so Malon and Y/n are half sisters?

I like dramatic backgrounds and relationships so, You know how on ice age, the first movie where they look after that baby? Yeah so.

Y/n's mother was running away with her in her arms, she was supposidly meant to go to the Deku tree to be looked after but Y/n's mother was too tired as she drifted down the Zora's river.

Talon was delivering as per usual when he saw a woman floating down the stream so he quickly dropped everything and hurried over to the edge and grab onto her arm. Y/n's mother couldn't open her eyes. Too tired to do so, she only pushed the baby into Talons arms which he was alarmed but once he saw your h/c tufts of hair and such a peaceful resting face he couldn't help but have the need to protect you...However he knew better than to take you but when he looked back. Your mother wasn't there.

"I think daddy fell asleep again." Malon comments as the two of you sat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of town. "Definitely" You agreed, "He always does this, I would march up to the castle and find him myself if it weren't for those annoying knights." "Yeah, if only there was someone that could sneak past them all and get Talon"

Just saying that, you watch as a kid in green, around your age ran past...and tripped over a tile. The fairy flew around him 'Hurry Link! We need to get to the castle quickly!' The fairy called out, the boy looked around to make sure no one had seen that but when he looked back he was met with yours and Malons eyes glued on him. It was clear he grew flustered so he quickly stood up and ran off in the direction to the castle.

"Maybe he can!" Malon points at the boy running, "Yeah, Let's catch up to him!"

Warrior/HW Link.

Link and Y/n in this era are a fun duo in my mind, I did think about a soft reader with this Link because I thought it would be funny that a womanizer would fall in love with someone soft hearted and made him want to forget every woman he's ever been with. A quote that would've fit this would be 'I can fix him'

The mischaracterisation for Link hurts me, I don't know what I was thinking honestly.

ANYWAYS! I liked the idea of someone bossing Link around, Do I feel bad? No.

Also I think Link doesn't like sorceresses that much (Because of Cia) so I made Y/n into a witch. Yes sorceresses and Witches are practically the same.

Y/n in this era is self centered, confident, bold—Someone that acts all high and mighty really.

"Move out of my way, Rookie."

"You expect respect? Hah! You have to earn it, especially from me."

"You have to improve your sword skill before I can treat you as an equal. Trust me, You're far from achieving so."

She made him want to pull all his hair out.

Their relationship is a slowburn / Enemies to lovers.

Don't worry, they get better and maybe I'll do a full explanation on their story if anyones interested to also explain on why Warriors was so in shock when he had found her again (Hinting to my last chapter of more of us series)

Fun fact! This Y/n wore high heeled boots during the war…refused to wear any other type of shoes. Still wears them to this day.

"Link, I would like to introduce you to your new ally and commander" Impa says calmly as she led him through the hallways of the castle, "She's a witch but trust me, she's a brave and responsible type" Impa informed.

"That's good to know" Link sighs in relief, he's over dealing with witches and sorceresses but if this witch is just as Impa describes, He can handle it. Impa opens the door to the courtyard to be met with a woman around his age standing in the middle of the field, The woman was sharp and looked back to see the pair.

"Y/n, meet Link. He's the chosen hero of Hyrule." With this, Link bowed his head towards the woman who had only scoffed, "So he's a rookie with a title? I don't get what makes him so special from the rest." Link growled and took a step forward but Impa held him back, "No fighting. You'll look after him during the times on the battlefield whether it be for aiding him or healing." "Tch, I don't remember agreeing to those rules-" "Y/n." "Fine."

Impa looked over Link, "Good luck, she's a hard one to impress. She'll keep you on your toes" Link only sighed. "Lucky me."

Twilight/TP Link

I'm still deciding on a good plot for the two because as you all probably guessed, the two are the ones that can transform.

Puppy love is how I would describe them.

Started off as childhood best friends or sweethearts. To the village it was as if you two were already destined to be. You two were attached to the waist even!

I was thinking that a week from Link officially starting his journey, Y/n had gone missing so he went out and originally was going to try and find her but he got caught up in other stuff.

However, there was a dragon following him during his journey so in his eyes he had two companions being the dragon and Midna.

I Think you all know who the dragon is at this point.

Not much to describe them about, a sappy couple? Like those overly cringey lover types? lol.

I also like to think that Y/n Is more of a city gal despite being brought up in the country sideeee.

Link obviously hitting you up with his southern accent trying to make you fall to his feet but as soon as you start talking like a proper city gal he's on his knees- Scratch that, turned into Wolfie.

Post game Y/n, I like to think she started a daycare or a school for the kids because they don't learn much intelligently but are more hands on. I like to head canon that this Y/n is one of the smartest in the village BUT! She isn't the smartest Y/n.

Meeting this Link was love at first sight...At the age of 6.

One fine day in Ordon Village you were helping about with a few little task such as carrying light things from one place to another when you heard a familiar voice call out.

“Y/n! Meet the new boy in the village! Link” Ilia introduced you to the boy around your age, he smiled sheepishly and you just analysed his every detail.

“Hi Link, It’s nice to meet you” you say softly as you smile back at him, he tilts his head “Hi…Uh, You’re very pretty.” Ilia’s eyes widened as she heard the bold words of the boy behind her, you were just as equally shocked but you only giggled.

“Thank you, Link” you twirl a strand of hair with your index finger. You almost dropped what you were carrying and you were quick to wrap your hand back around the item.

“Well, I've got to drop this off. I’ll see you soon?” You say with a soft smile before turning away and walking off. Link had a stupid grin plastered on his face which earned a sigh from Ilia.

Wild/BOTW Link

The chaotic duo.

Friends to lovers (Strangers to friends to lovers in TOTK-)

Now, these two give the group the biggest headache it's unbelievable.

It's not even Link sometimes!

Y/n in this universe is just overly chaotic and Link is there for it because in some sense he honestly can't talk, on some days he's just as bad.

First encounter? Woke up half naked to one another and Y/n continued with some awkward conversation after that so Link accepted his fate that this was his idiot.

Both Link and Y/n are the life of the party, but Y/n is more extrovert while Link is more of both but it honestly depends if we're talking about LINK or WILD.

Wild is both

Link is an introvert

"So, what’s your name?” Y/n had asked as she grabbed a baked apple from the campfire nearby. Waking up next to one another naked was not how you two wanted to meet but you brushed past it and tried to become acquainted with him instead.

After a few seconds of silence she spoke up again, “Well, not much of a talker huh? I’ll go first, My names Y/n” you say, snapping the apple in half you hold one side out to him.

“If you don’t have a name, I’ll give you one. Nice to meet you, Bob” you grin, you watch his every move and soon he reaches out and grabs the other half of the apple, “Link, it’s Link.” “Well, Bobs a nice name too” that earned a faint chuckle from the boy.

Four/FS Link

Now.

Y/n in this era is a pain in the ass.

as noted in my 'More than one'

She's stubborn, feisty, sharp tongued, short tempered, strong headed but she is reasonably logical and is the smartest one out of the Y/n's.

One more thing to add about her is that she can't fight effectively, she can throw punches at people but to monsters? She rather not. She helps with strategising with Time and Warriors until she ends up in a small argument with either one when discussing plans.

Anyways! Four is our darling, calm and collected but won't hesitate to put you in your place, a perfect someone for our dear Y/n!

Four can tolerate her behaviour more than anyone else because they are childhood best friends, Of course there will be times where Four has to be stern with Y/n but that's only to make sure she doesn't get overwhelmed with anger.

Despite all her negative comments she may say about him she doesn't mean it half the time because deep down she's touched at how he still sticks by her side.

Y/n also likes to make things, like an inventor or fix things. Four makes and Y/n fixes.

Yes she knows the colours and finds them 'annoying' too.

Blue? Loves riling him up and arguing with him

Red? Likes to tease him until he's almost crying.

Green? Likes to point out every mistake he makes which always puts him off

Vio? Can relate to him and genuinely has a sorta connection with him but can end up arguing but Vio would win because his calm and collected self pisses her off because it's like her words aren't effecting him.

Relationship trope? I would say Sunshine x grump.

At the age of 5, you were in your little dress and your mother had just finished doing your hair, You were hiding behind your mother as she greets the new neighbour who was a old grandpa smith.

"Y/n? Go say hi to the nice man's grandson" Your mother encouraged. You looked up at her with a pleading look but she gave you a look that said 'You better go now or else you'll experience the pain when we get home.' You gulp and shuffle towards the little boy.

The boy grins, you could see a gap in his teeth which made you grimace, "I'm Link! Nice to meet you!" Link held his hand, You gently took his hand. "I'm Y/n"

"Awe! They're already getting along!" "R-really? They just introduced themselves-" "Would you like coffee?" "O-Oh yes that would be lovely"

Once the adults were out of sight you scowl, yanking your hand away from him "I don't want to be your friend, If anything keep 10 feet away from me" You point at him which made him blink in surprise but he grins again. "Cool! Let's play!" He completely ignored your words and grabs your hand again and drags you over to a grass patch.

"W-Wait! Gosh dang it!"

(She hasn’t acquired the ability to swear just yet.)

Sky/SS Link

Ah.

I Love this Link a lot.

Which is why I want to give him the most complicated relationship with his Y/n.

Relationship trope? She loved him too early, He loved her too late + SLOWBURNNNN

It's painful, I know.

Y/n in this era is known for her shy exterior, she was easily brushed off since it was as if she was never there. Of course she was in a trio with Link and Zelda but it felt as if she was third wheeling and she was sure Link had a crush on Zelda so Y/n never brought up the fact she had a crush on him. Had a crush on the boy for a few years now.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AGAIN!

He began to develop feelings when they were on the adventure to get Zelda back, It was the first time he's seen Y/n so...out there and he can finally acknowledge her as she truly was.

But as his feelings grew, her feelings lessened

He did have a love rival, Ghirahim.

After their adventure with each other he was going to confess his feelings but when Y/n could see the fond look on his face she didn't want to know what would've happened next so she didn't allow him to finish but instead told him she was going to leave and adventure the surface again.

Link was heartbroken, he was a sappy lover type...He wanted to be yours.

He offered to come along but you refused saying you didn't need him and that he should be with Zelda again.

That's when he realises.

"Are you new here?" Link asked you curiously, the young boy, probably just turned 5? You were 4 at the time and the boy smiled "I've never seen you around before!" You only sniffled "I've been here since I was little" "W-wait, really? I'm sorry I haven't noticed you earlier."

"Why's that?" You asked softly, still haven't made eye contact with him yet. "Because we could've been friends a lot faster!" Your head snaps towards him after hearing his words. "So, Should we be friends?" He smiles. It takes a bit of encouragement, you were hesitant at first but you gave a small nod.

"Yeah, Okay..."

Wind/WW Link

Obvious disclaimer this will just reach as far as a crush as the two are underage and I find young relationships (Below 15) Silly/Stupid.

Ironic enough, You didn't meet Link but rather introduced to him after he was allowed on Tetra's ship.

You weren't friends with Link...No. You were best buddies with Tetra!

Y/n is a mermaid, I think it's fitting because there aren't any Zora in this era and it's pirates. Pirates need mermaids to cause chaos duh.

Well ironically enough, You're the princess of the sea so when you heard of Tetra and her crew you were intrigued so when you were having free time from your princess duties you somewhat came across their ship.

They caught you at first and were going to sell you but you convinced them not to and somehow you're a part of the team as a not official- official team member.

Back to you and Link, You had ventured with him at times because unlike Tetra, You could swim beside Link and aid him along the way.

"SHE SPLASHED ME!" Link cried out as he wiped the water off his face to the best of his abilities, "Oh Boho~ Get used to it" You taunted as you stick your tongue out at him.

"You're going to let her talk to me like that?!" Link looked towards Tetra who had only shrugged. "Oh grow a pair. She's harmless" Link looks back at you as you grin up at him, showing off your sharp teeth. "Harmless my ass.."

Legend/LTTP Link

Now.

Link hasn't met his Y/n in this era yet so I can't really comment on anything.

However, Y/n already knew Link before meeting him in the 'More than one' series.

Not because of the tales told about him or his adventures but she's talked to him a few times but just not in her own skin.

Sound confusing?

It is.

Anyways, This Y/n has the most tragic backstory out of them all which made her emotionally reserved but in a way she's not depressed or anything like that, she's content. (Despite everything she’s been through)

That's a story for another time.

Link doesn't particularly like his Y/n at first because of how at ease she is when the situation is serious so he thinks she's just messing around so something stupid might happen.

Relationship trope? A bit of sunshine x grump? Not really but slowburn.

Hyrule/LOZ Link

Another Link who hasn't met their Y/n

Now I think these two resemble puppy love.

His Y/n has bimbo vibes

She doesn't dress like one I swear, plus the others forbid.

She's pretty and dumb.

He's pretty (In your eyes) and dumb.

Y/n doesn't think too much about her actions nor about the consequences which led her to getting hurt many times but with Link by her side there's another healer to take care of her.

(HW Y/n was impressed and upgraded him to her apprentice...Warriors wasn't happy that Hyrule immediately on HW Y/n's good side)

Their relationship is love at first sight? Morley Y/n since she is quite open with her opinions, Know not to tell him until time is right.

Gossips with BOTWY/n the most about it which always results in Y/n to get teased.

His Y/n is overly excited, golden retriever vibes, extreme extrovert.

Link is the complete opposite.

(In my eyes at least)

Opposites attract.

Also!

If anyone's wondering the Y/n's do hold a triforce in position...or should I say Tetra-force?

I like to think that some of the Links have love rivals just to spice things up.

I didn't add a little story for Hyrule or Legend because of course, they only met their Y/n in the more than one series. Also guilty because I did not edit this.

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Hug headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ time, warriors, twilight, wild, sky and sage (totk)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ don't read if you hate awful amounts of fluff, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm planning on writing more headcanons about not only linked universe but other fandoms, let me know if you like them :))

Time

★ Def wouldn't hug u at first ( he is the princess knight after all )

★ But when he warms up to you, be ready to recieve the biggest hugs ever

★ Would hold your nape, pulling you closer to his neck, letting your arms freely wrap around him

★ Idk but he gives off the vibes of pulling off long hugs, just breathing into you and taking all of you in

"We're ba-"

He didn't even finish his sentence as he felt his breath being violently taken away from his lungs. And when he lowered his eyes to see your head crushed into his chest, he let down his guard.

Some stared at you, others whispered under their breaths and the rest just didn't care. And he didn't either, he enjoyed the warmth you seemed to pass to his cold body, pressing your front closer to him as a hidden grin painted itself on his lips.

But he was happy to be back with the rest of the group, and he ceirtanly wasn't the only one.

Warriors

★ This cocky mf acts like he doesn't care if you hug him, but he is dying inside

★ He finally got to feel you closer to him, and he would kill to have you this close once again

★ And that's a win win

★ Expect some unexpected bone-crushing hugs after your first one as he has already taken the clue that you weren't uncomfortable

★ This boy is desesperate

"I'm alright, I'm alright"

He then patted your back, his other arm still grabbing his sword. Although you couldn't see it, he had a huge smirk plastered on his face that soon would be pried off his face.

"Oh? Alright then"

Your teasing tone never failed to leave him blushing under his cocky facade, so when you pried yourself off his chest mimicking his smirk he was so confused.

Your back was soon turned to him and he wished he hadn't opened up his mouth in the first place.

"Wait-"

Twilight

★ He literally can transform himself into a wolf so expect the warmest hugs ever

★ He would always try to be as close as you as possible, always using some excuses as if to lend you his hand whenever you had to climb something, shield ready to protect you from any attack

★ The fur he has on his tunic doubles up cozy points ;)

★ He would definitely be the type to cuddle anywhere right after you gave him a small hug

"You're freezing, y/n"

Your eyes found his own ones, bathed in the comfortable hues of orange that the makeshift fire was able to emit. You tried to nod it off, telling him that you were okay, but he saw the way you were trembling under your clothes.

"Come here"

In just two words he got you entirely over him, the moment he opened up his tunic for you to sit on his lap as he tried to warm both of you up, you were at his complete mercy.

"Much better"

Your muttered out words made his heart ache, seeing your form clinging into him as you hid your face on his neck was definitely something else. His surprisingly hot hands soon travelled to your back drawing soothing circles into your skin.

Wild

★ He goes absolutely mad

★ The moment you wrap your arms around him he is absolutely at your mercy

★ He could spent days with you clinging on him, and he surely would cling onto you all day long

★ He would and will give you surprise hugs, whenever you are doing some tasks outside or just whenever your back is facing him

★ Absolutely adores teasing you ;)

Your loud shriek filled the whole inn you guys stopped by to rest.

The reason?

A sneaky bastard that happened to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up in the air. Thanks to the corner of your eye, you could see his characteristic blue tunic, so you were a bit less spooked out.

"Link!"

His chuckle mixed with the soft sway of the afternoon leafs were the only thing that filled up your mind now. That and his strong arms placing you back down on the ground, your hands holding them for dear life as you felt his face smashed on your shoulder.

He really acted like an hyperactive puppy

Sky

★ Okay so this man, sleep

★ Loves, loves, loves deep and prolonged hugs. He feels as if you were a blanket surrounding his body.

★ So whenever he had to share a room with you in a inn or something he would "accidentaly" book one with only one bed available

★ wink wink

★ And god, the way he cuddles 10/10, would recommend

His legs were a mess mixed with your own ones, your nose pressed into his collarbone as he snored peacefully into the dawn. His arms secured you by your back with a force you didn't even know where it came from since he was asleep.

You didn't notice the way he had enveloped your body with his own one but you were too tired to care. Happily snuggling into his neck as you enjoyed this restful moment.

Looking up into his face before your weary eyes closed themselves, you saw the most serene expression you had ever seen on anyone before.

The perfect cuddle buddy

Sage

★ I see him as a more chill version of Wild

★ Always ready to recieve and give the greatest hugs you or he could give

★ Would literally think you hate him if one day you forgot to hug him before waving him goodbye

★ Adores being as close to you as possible, listening to your endless anecdotes

"Hey there"

Your soft voice never failed to make him weak on the knees, arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he looked over your shoulder to whatever food you were making.

Silence fell over the room, just both of your mixed breaths and the sonorous sound of your knife chopping some vegetables.

He would often whine when you had to move from your spot, reaching some other utensil. He also weighed heavier as his body would slump into yours, snoozing into nirvana on your shoulder.

He never failed to make you feel so cheerily dumb

[fourstarsoutofnine]

To get away, Chapter 5

Things we don’t speak of.

Not beta read lol

Tw: talks about ptsd and healing, and legend self loathing but are we surprised? No.

“So.” The traveler said, eyes drooping as he and the veteran walked out of your room. He was still exhausted.

“So.” The veteran mirrored him.

“Are we going to talk about that?”

The veteran took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. “Link. There are some things we don’t talk about… things we don’t speak of….” He took another breath. “This is one of them.”

“Often, those are the things we need to speak of most… you know I’ll understand more than anyone.” The traveler put a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to him slightly, a pained expression on his face. “…but will you? Will you really?”

“Have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

The veteran stalled, looking off beside the traveler’s head. “…no.”

“Exactly. Let me in.” His grip on the vet’s shoulder tightened slightly. Comfortingly. That pressure was comforting.

The vet pulled him down the stairs and outside. He was never good at talking about his feelings and trauma, and goddesses forbid anyone else being around to hear it. He took a deep breath and looked off, not wanting to look the traveler in the face while he spoke.

“…one of my adventures consisted of…” he paused. “a dream. And that was the only time I’ve ever… trusted someone with—me… and that wound me up losing who at the time I was so sure was the love of my life. I lost her to this big stupid windfish. The entire thing was fake—it was the windfish’s dream and i had to wake him up. Marin was gone after that. The island was gone.” He fought back the bile rising in his throat. “It’s all just a distant memory now but-…. All the time, I’m terrified of waking up and everything being a dream. It’s like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like I can’t let myself be happy, and I hate it. Why do I do that? Why can’t I just let myself be happy?”

The veteran finally looked over at the traveler, tears in his eyes and threatening to spill. The traveler wrapped him in a tight hug. “Fear does that, Link. Creeps up on you. Sometimes you’ll go ages without thinking about it and then all of a sudden bam. You’re back in. You feel like you’ve been dragged back, claw marks in the dirt—but you haven’t. You don’t have to start over every time you have a flashback. And you don’t have to stop yourself from being happy… you can let yourself be happy. Don’t waste your life waiting on the other shoe will drop… Cause you’ll realize it never will, and realize you’ve spent so long trying to survive that you never lived.”

The veteran took a deep breath and his shoulders shook. He was crying. That soft, quiet cry developed into a sob as years of unprocessed trauma and heartbreak came forth, flowing out like a cup of wine left under a running tap. Healing.

“If—it happened so long ago—why does it still hurt so bad?” He choked out, muffled by the traveler’s tunic.

“It’s like a bone.” He said softly. “When a bone heals wrong, you have to break it again so it will heal properly. Then you can use it.” He rubbed his back.

The veteran felt small. He realized this was the smallest he’d ever felt in his life. He always saw the traveler as his younger brother. Someone he had to protect. Someone he loved more than himself…now, he felt like the little brother. Felt like a little boy. A kid. Cradled by his older brother, hidden away from what cruelty lies outside. Safe. The veteran felt safe.

“I’m sorry.” The traveler spoke again. “I’m so sorry that happened to you… and I’m sorry you didn’t have anyone there for you then… im sorry you feel like you need to be guarded all the time. You don’t… not with us, at least… we are all here for you. Anything you need…”

The vet nodded. He sat up and wiped his eyes, sniffling. “Thanks, man…” he sighed heavily, head feeling heavy and thick from crying. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he hated it. He hated to cry. Hated feeling small and weak.

“A bone has to be rebroken before it can heal properly.” He remembered. He wasn’t weak. He was healing.

“Really.” He spoke again. “I really, really appreciate it… thank you.” He hugged him tight.

“Always. I’m always here. So are the others…” he pulled away when the veteran did. A cold breeze passed through them and they both shuddered. “We should get inside. You need sleep.”

“..i can’t go back in there with her. I don’t—“ the veteran tried to make excuses but they died on his tongue when the traveler put a hand on his shoulder.

“You can. Just go in there. You were rooming together anyway… she’s alright. Healed, thanks to whatever powers she’s got. Go sleep in a bed.” He smiled. “You’ll wish you had a bed to sleep in a few days from now.”

The veteran huffed a laugh for the first time in a good few days. “Got that right…” they made their way back inside. Everyone had gone to bed by now. They went up to their rooms, the traveler pausing while the veteran went inside. “Night, traveler.”

“Goodnight, vet.” He smiled. “Sleep well.”

The door clicked shut and the traveler went off to bed.

[neverchecking]

OOOOHHHH hear me out ok do with this what you will:

Warriors has to have like the BIGGEST praise kink yk? Reader tells him he looks pretty? He melts. Reader says he’s doing so good? He’ll do better. Just to hear any praise come from reader’s lips.

But when someone else compliments READER? It’s like a switch is flicked inside Warrior’s head. Someone at the bar a little to fond of reader’s smile? Reader’s laugh? Hoooo boy only hylia herself can save that person now. Warriors would have to drag reader somewhere and pound it into REMIND reader that compliments come from his lips only. If anyone says otherwise? Well, he’ll do what he must.

-🐞

🐞 anon. Your brain is so wrinkled. Every part of this is just *Chef's kiss* I'm hearing you out. He so unused to praise bc his higher ups just told him everything he did was wrong, so to hear he was doing something good from you?

He would take great care in absolutely destroying you for everyone else, the only name on your lips should be HIS and HIS alone Reminding you who you belong to :)

Smut so MDNI!

Smut CW: Possessive (Delusional) Wars. Praise kinks galore

・❥・Wars FOR SURE has the biggest fucking praise kink

・❥・Because let's face it, people tend to hate him. He practically brought upon the war of the Eras (Or that's what they tell him at least) and he's used to people just putting him down constantly.

・❥・And since Cia was attracted more to the power of his soul, she cared very little for who he was as a person. Just would he could provide her.

・❥・And the Captains before him treated him like shit, especially when he was a rookie.

・❥・But you? You had taken up role as a makeshift nurse when the chain had gotten hurt, the only one who braved treating him when he was angry and hurt. And when you did? You had nothing but gentle touches and kind words towards him.

・❥・It wasn't uncommon for you to look at him with starry eyes as you wrapped a gash, fawning over his dexterity on the field and how you had seen him with a sword.

・❥・You would distract him from his pain with honeyed words and praises.

・❥・It was no wonder he fell for you as fast as he did.

・❥・It was like you knew what he needed, exactly when he needed it.

・❥・And when you evolved past just praising his skills on the battlefield and into complimenting the way he had done his hair that day or the way his smile seemed to light up his features or the way you noticed how his eyes showed every one of his emotions?

・❥・He's down bad. Because he's the only one you do this with. So obviously he was the only one you wanted, right?

・❥・This was your way of telling him you like him, right? You were just too shy to come outright with it! That was obviously the case.

・❥・You ignite such a fire beneath him. He aches to impress you. You need someone who can protect you. Who can provide and give you the live you deserve to live.

・❥・He can do that. When he's fighting he's putting a million percent into it, ensuring not even a keese gets near you. When your in a market and he sees your eyes linger on something, he's handing over the rupees without so much as a second thought. He has the money and it's no issue. Not even when you bashfully attempt to wave off his act of affection.

・❥・Just let him take care of you. It would be easier for everyone.

・❥・He realizes, however, that as much as he would like it to be the case, you aren't in a bubble for his eyes only.

・❥・Other, unworthy pests can see you. And some have even dared to talk to you.

・❥・They sing their own compliments about your form or your jewelry, never the things he knows you really care about. They have no clue about your heart, that he fears is too big for this cruel world, or your brain, which works in such incredible ways.

・❥・Which cannot stand.

・❥・He's been dragged out of more than a few bars by Time or Twilight before he can launch himself at the disgraceful traitor that dares to impose on your sanctity.

・❥・That doesn't stop him from tracking this disgrace down and giving him a quick, and much too merciful, death. Anything longer would be delaying the time spent with you and he could already feel his skin itching without your presence.

・❥・ When he gets back, he's already formulating a plan to brand you as his. Because that's what you were.

・❥・You were his and his alone.

・❥・He had no issues dirtying his hands when it came to other parasites trying to impose on his territory, no, the problem came with you.

・❥・Not with anything you did, but you still needed to understand that the only praises you should listen to, come from his lips and his alone.

・❥・He would just have to remind you.

<><><><>

Your chest heaved as War's hands caged your own against the wall. The mirror in front of you fogged quickly as your hot breaths painted it with a misty sheen. You could barely see his blond hair as he gripped your hips, hips crashing with yours over and over again.

You couldn't exactly pinpoint what had gotten him so riled up, but he could.

He had taken you to a darling little bakery hidden away in some alleyway and the baker there seemed a little too friendly with you. He had kept offering you other goodies than what you had decided on, on the house he had declared, reaching for and catching your hand when you went to grab the paper bag full of treats. He was insistent on letting you know just how radiant your smile was and how he wouldn't mind seeing it more often.

Drove him absolutely fucking mad.

Wars knew he was...possessive. It was both maddening because he knew what it was like to be chained and locked down by someone too obsessive to be healthy and liberating because you were his. You had chosen to give yourself to him. You had chosen him.

And he would make sure everyone knew it.

The knights that would eye you every time you came to visit, the council members that would gawk at you every time he brought you with him to visit Artemis, the servants that would hesitate when it came to leaving your bathroom, and that fucking baker who didn't understand you were taken. That you were his.

But he'd make sure they knew. He would make sure they all knew that he had sunk his talons deep into your psyche. You were his. There was no changing this.

Maybe you could use a nice, big, shiny rock to show everyone you were his.

[anime-fan-05]

can you do a headcanon of the warriors (aot) reacting to you hugging them?

by warriors i mean:

reiner

bertholdt

porko

zeke

colt

falco (if you write for him)

Attack on Titan ~Hugging them for the first time~

Anime/manga: Attack on Titan

Warnings: nothing

I thought by "reacting to you hugging them" you meant: "reacting to you hugging them for the first time". Sorry if I was wrong.

Reiner B.

He didn't expect it, so he'll stop himself for a second

After, he'll return the hug

He'll ask you why you hugged him

He'll stay to hug you for as long as possible because he'll want to imprint the feeling of you hugging him well in his memory

When you part from the hug, he'll give you a kiss on your forehead

Bertholdt H.

He'll blush so much you'll think he's about to faint

"W-what a-are you doing?"

He'll remain still, literally: he'll become a statue

But, when you try to move yourself away from him, he'll hold you close to him

"P-please, stay close to me a little longer."

Porko G.

Typically, he's the one who hugs you first, and you'll surprise him

However, he'll return the hug, placing one of his arms on your waist and the other under your legs, and he'll pick you up

When you try to budge yourself, he'll tell you to stay and hold you tighter

"I didn't say you could move yourself."

The hug will end with a kiss

Zeke Y.

Since he isn't used to receiving physical affection, you'll surprise him and he'll stay still for a second

Afterwards, he'll giggle and hug you back

"Oya oya? Do you miss me that much?"

One of his arms will go around your waist, the other will be behind your head to bring you even closer to him

He'll try to stay in that position as much as possible

Colt G.

Like Bertholdt, he'll brush and stay motionless

"Colt, are you ok?" "Y-yes!"

When he resumes, he'll want to hug you tightly

However, he won't know where to put his hands: he'll be afraid of embarrassing you or making you feel uncomfortable

Eventually, he'll place them on your upper back

Falco G.

He didn't expect it, and, like his brother, he won't know where to put his hands

In the end, he'll put his hands on your waist and hold you tight

"Honey, are you ok? Do you need something?" "No, darling. I just wanted to hug you a little." "Oh."

He'll want to stay in that position for as long as possible

When you separate from the hug, he'll give you a sweet kiss on the cheek

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[mushroomwoods]

Sunflower Fields

the rustling wind was all too characteristic now, dream or not, he just wished to remember your voice...

character — wars, romantic or platonic

cw — mild angst with happy ending.

this is a gift i made for the loveliest @wayfayrr and took way too long to post because tumblr is a bitch, but since i am here now... enjoy! ps: i made an art commission from the dearest @h4wari. check it out, it's amazing!

The calm summer breeze blew, comforting and slightly humid as it ruffled his hair along with the scarf.

Blue star coloured eyes focused on the horizon, the chatting and bantering happening beside him barely catching his attention.

He looked lost.

As if chasing after something oh so far away, yet he didn't know what it was.

“Dozing off again, Link?” Impa voice resounded, breaking him off his stupor, gladiolus eyes thinning at the blank stare the warrior offered her.

“Let it be, Impa.” Zelda cut through, graciously stirring the tea before she poured one cup for herself.

“Ah, I can do it, Your Highness-” As Impa tried to stand up, the princess simply waved her hand.

Link took a sip of his own tea, already cold, though the gentle rosemary scent still filled his nostrils, a vague memory of Zelda telling him it was one of her favorite ones coming to mind, yet as the flavor seeped into his mouth he could only grimace.

Bitter.

The princess lightly pushed the sugar pot nearer to him, yet the hero refused, setting the porcelain cup back to the saucer with a muted clack.

“Excuse me, but I have to go back to my duties.” A blatant lie, he had been given a week off just the previous day.

Nonetheless, the princess nodded in understanding, barely looking his way as he made his way out of the garden. The gerbera daisies surrounded him the whole way out, as if mocking him, the sunny yellow shade only serving to make his mood worse.

He couldn’t understand why it was happening, why sometimes there were lapses of memories within him, the figments of a voice and a soft touch that caressed his cheeks with so much tenderness that he wanted to cry. He knew that such a thing could never have happened in the past as he spent most of his time in the war and taking care of his job as a commander.

His fists clenched when he finally reached the outer walls of the castle, the soldiers guarding the area bowed to him in respect, before opening the gates.

Freedom at last.

Somehow, after everything that happened, he couldn’t feel at ease while in that place, when near those people, when he got reminded of every single nightmare he had to push through, he felt as if drowning amidst the suffocating essence of abatina flowers, her image resurfacing to his mind even when he tried so hard to wipe it out of the memory.

With a sigh, he started heading back to his quarter, a vague sensation of deja vu overcoming his body, the rustling of the crisp summer air brushing his hair as if it was a loving hand.

The path home was quiet, some people greeting him here and there, to which was answered by his collected smile.

A fake.

Somehow nothing made sense, nothing seemed real, no amount of working or enjoyment made him feel at ease.

As the door to his house was opened, the red columbine in his stand shriveled, petals droopy, as thirst for a little drop of water, even then he ignored it, too aware of his own cowardice, hanging his uniform as he made his way to the bed.

The tired body just crumbled onto the bed, not trying to hold onto consciousness as he fell into a deep slumber.

…

He felt weightless, the usual tiredness not heaving into his shoulder.

A patch of small sunflowers surrounded him, someone sitting amidst it, a laughter familiar to him.

They said something that he couldn't quite understand, but before he could ask anything, they walked towards him, taking his hands into theirs, comforting and warm just as he remembered.

They laughed before bursting into hundreds of birds of paradise, colourful and filled with emotions.

Link didn't have any time to process it, however, as his eyes opened, the rays of light shone down on him as yet another day started.

Repeating it all once again.

He wished to sigh, but staying still at the same place for so long wouldn't do him any good, and only make him pity himself even more.

Just as he opened the curtains of his bedroom, his eyes widened, the place that should have been a vast open hill, was now covered in a patch of sunflowers, much like the dream he just had.

Not even bothering to take his usual uniform, he headed out in a flurry, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled towards the door.

As he opened it, the sight that greeted him was a familiar, yet unknown figure, surrounded by the townsfolk, all carrying bouquets of sunflowers, and placing it around the now covered patch of land.

The mysterious person's eyes met his, and they didn't hesitate before approaching him, the white-pink valerians in their arms standing out among the bright yellow blooms everyone else held.

“I'm sure you didn't expect it, Link.” Their familiar voice rang inside his heart, and he unknowingly smiled at it.

“You… how..?” So many questions flooded his head, yet no coherent words came out.

Scalding hot tears brimmed around his eyes, and with a soft smile they brushed it out of his face.

“I'm sorry that it took me so long to get to you my dear.” They answered with a melancholic smile, offering him the valerian bouquet.

He hesitated for a second, yet the moment he saw the guilt in your eyes, he carefully took it, not wasting any more time before taking you into a warm embrace.

“I missed you so much…” Link said.

“Me too, Link.” You sobbed into his arms.

Blue Star — Strength, Resilience

Gladiolus — Victorious, Strength

Rosemary — Remembrance

Gerbera Daisies (Yellow) — Appreciation in relationships

Abatina — Fickleness

Red columbine — Anxious, Trembling

Dwarf Sunflower — Adoration

Bird of Paradise — Freedom

Valerian — Readiness

[legendofmorons]

Warriors drabble

The next request is taking a little longer than I imagined, so here's a domestic warrior x reader drabble/snippet.

Warriors has never minded the military life. He's been that way his whole life.

Even if he has more time off now- he still wakes up at the crack of dawn if not before. This allows him more time with you, though.

When he wakes up too early, he just wraps his arms around you and says, "I love you."

And all is right in his world.

Especially if you wake up just enough to say "I love you too."

[goopyartiste]

A Quiet Night

Pairing: Warriors x Reader (LU)

Word Count: 335

Warnings: none, just fluff 🩷

A/N: this is so self indulgent it isn’t even funny. I couldn't sleep at all last night and chose to write about having cuddles from Warriors instead of actually sleeping :| hope y’all enjoy this as much as I do!

First watch was always the most difficult for the Captain, but nothing he wasn’t used to. Sleep ever so slowly crept up on him as time went by, but he stayed vigilant, watching the woods as the others slept. Well, all but one. You laid on your bed roll, eyes wide open, gripping your pillow. Warriors gaze on the forest broke to look at your form. He noticed how you tossed from side to side, hoping sleep would take you. He noticed how you would shut your eyes, hoping to induce sleep until they would open again.

Warriors sighed. My watch is over anyways, he thought as he stood from his position, moving to wake up the Veteran for his watch before turning back to you. You were still awake, as he expected. Slowly, he moved his bed roll next to yours, leaving no gaps between the two. You carefully watched him as he took off his heavy armor before settling down. His hand came to cup your cheek, thumb caressing it.

“Can't sleep,” you mumble into your pillow, sighing at his touch. Your nerves were keeping you awake, heart pounding so loud it was all you could hear. Your feet were running up and down you leg in an attempt to self-soothe, but nothing was working. You closed your eyes again, trying to focus on the Captain’s steady breathing instead.

It didn’t work.

Opening your eyes again, you saw him with a small smile on his face before moving to open his arms, beckoning you into them. You complied. His arms wrapped around you as you were pulled closer to his chest. You noticed how warm he was. Attempting to sleep again, you focused on his breathing as well as his heartbeat.

Your own heart began slowing down, your feet stilling against his touch. You could hear the soft sounds of the forest again, peppered with the rustling of leaves. Warriors’ breathing got deeper, himself falling asleep.

You found yourself following him soon after.

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[faroreskiss]

Make Me a Pie

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Welp, there it is.

This monster of almost 9k words lemony one shot fic is what @chainsofgoldandash ‘s Warriors AI* inspired me to do, after fiddling around with it for a bit. I hope you all enjoy this!

Summary: You get back to Castle Town after an assignment, and when you are back it is time to try something for the first time with Link. And also, what happens right after. Pairing: Fem!Higher Ranking Officer!Reader x Warriors Warnings: Creampie (no breeding kink), slight domination, teasing, edging, established relationship, name calling (nothing offensive), implied BJ, fingering, horrible puns if it was not obvious from the title, a bit of fluff, power play, uno reverse etc. Words: 8k something (I know) MINORS DNI

It’s been around a month since you left Castle Town due to your assignment as an escort and expert to the scholars for another assessment of artifacts that surfaced recently, and you just got back. As you walked to reach your quarters, you made note of the soldiers saluting you or making way, acknowledging them firmly yet in a friendly way.

Of course, they would. You were their superior officer after all, their colonel, even if today was your day off. Honestly, you were intimidating to most of the Castle Town even when you were in civilian clothing.

When you reached your room for a change of clothes and closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but remember the conversation you had with Link, before you left. About finally trying… that. Yes… But first, you also needed to go and see him. Wearing a crimson red tunic with black buttons with a black belt over your waist, his favorite outfit on you, you knew,  you went out and asked the nearby foot soldier about the Captain’s whereabouts. 

“He is at the training grounds, sir!” 

“At ease, soldier. I’m off duty today.”

And then, there you were. Looking across the training field, seeing him instruct the soldiers, metal clashing against metal. His body moving in ways you are used to seeing in battle, nothing out of ordinary for you, but particularly today it simply turned you on. You unconsciously licked your lips as you watched the training, waiting for him to finish up. 

He noticed you as he was dismissing the soldiers for their break, and walked towards you with a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“Like what you see, Colonel?” 

“Now, now, is that how you act with a superior officer, Captain?” you mocked a serious glare, as if you were mad at him for being so casual with you in front of other people, even if they are sufficiently further away. But then you had a slight smirk on your face, obviously happy and amused to see your boyfriend in training. 

He chuckled, drawing closer in, his arm pulling you against him, almost like he couldn't help himself. With one arm wrapped around you, his free hand brushed against your chin, raising your head to gaze at him. His eyes were a warm amber hue, but something more.

The way he looked at you was almost as though he didn't think he deserved your love. His lips parted, his tongue sweeping the words out over his plump, soft lips. 

“What I see is a beautiful civilian girlfriend of mine which I haven’t seen in forever.”

You tried to not show how the words coming out of his mouth were affecting you in ways he could absolutely imagine, so you decided to tease him instead.

“You really can't wait to be alone with me again, can you? It’s just been a couple of weeks,”

He chuckled once more, his head lowering until his lips were barely a few millimeters near yours. His gaze was full of adoration and love, and maybe a tinge of desire. "It's been weeks too long, and as much as it pains me, I don't want you to leave me again."

His fingers threaded through your silky hair, playing as he raised your face to look upon him, your eyes meeting with a warm, loving glow as he moved even closer, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket.

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic, I didn't leave you, I was just away for business~" you said as you closed the distance between each other, giving him a small cute peck on his lips, and then burying your head to the crook of his neck. Other than having a reputation to uphold in public, you were actually a little bit shy with all these public displays of affection.

His cheeks darkened ever so slightly, his fingers gliding through your hair as you buried your face against his chest. A soft chuckle left him, and his head tilted as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, gently ruffling your hair as he did, after seeing nobody else was looking your way. 

"I don't care what the reason is, it's a crime to keep a beauty like yourself waiting. Or am I being too dramatic?" He teased, a grin on his lips as he looked down upon you. Smooth little thing he was. You playfully hit him in the chest as you pulled away, muttering “Silly” as you did so with the slight blush creeping up to your cheeks.

“Well, this beauty needs some of the castle town pies!” 

His eyes lit up, a knowing smile spreading across his lips, hinting at something more "I'm sure my favorite person deserves their favorite pies; you don't have to ask me twice~" He jested, as he held out his hand to you. As you were making your way to your favorite bakery, you two were the symbol of elegance. From the way he was holding your hand, sometimes gently holding you from your waist, him in his uniform and you in your tunic dress, you were both looking equally charismatic and serious. 

The town was used to you two lovebirds, and thought about how you were his superior officer and what type of relationship dynamics it would create, but nobody dared to tease any of you, other than the civilian folks giving you smiles as you passed by, and the soldiers saluting Link in this case (but really both of you), as they knew of your heroic deeds.

They knew you could make every single soldier in town squirm with just a look, you were a fierce warrior. A bit too fierce, perhaps. But when you were with him…

“Hey Link?”

He looked over to you, the way his eyes met yours was almost intoxicating. "Yes, (Y/N)?" He asked, slowing his pace slightly to listen to you better. 

“...Can we have ice cream too?”

He saw your eyes, you almost looked like you were giving him the puppy eyes. The contrast was not lost on him, but he knew you.  "My love, if you want ice cream, then we shall have ice cream, ”

It pleased you so much that you could show your soft side to him without judgment. Rest of the Castle Town knew you as this stoic logical level headed strong woman with unmatchable knowledge in ancient magics, but to him, you were his little kitten.

He chuckled, moving his free hand to your side once more, and tucking it around the curve of it, his body brushing against yours in a gentle touch as he walked. His eyes moved over your features, a gentle smile on his lips. As he moved closer, his voice quieter, and his words as soft as he could make them. "When we return to the castle, I have a few surprises for you, my darling.”

“Hmm…” you hummed, “I’m only open to surprises if I like the pie and the ice cream,” you teased him, pretending that you weren’t curious one bit.  "Aww, come on, love. All this training has been hard work, I'd like to see the woman I love smile," He laughed gently, squeezing your hand.

His head tilted, as he walked he seemed to study you, and your outfit caught his attention. His eyes were a warm, golden hue. "Your outfit looks rather nice today," He commented, a small grin on his lips. "But I believe it is more to do with who is wearing it, than the clothing itself..." He teased playfully. Slick little thing.

You blinked surprised at his compliment even though you shouldn’t have been, and a smile escaped you "Well.. aren't you quite the gentleman today? Thank you~ " you chuckled. Gods, you couldn’t believe how you were acting like a little teenage girl whenever you were with him. And your conversation from before you left kept replaying in your hand. How you talked about you have been tracking your cycle with all that extra temperature data and such. How you guys now could actually**… Oh well, no matter. 

A soft chuckle escaped him, his grin remaining on his lips as he moved. "It's my greatest pleasure to compliment a woman as stunning and beautiful as you," He said, looking down upon you. "But I'm not done yet, my darling. And as for gentleness, well, I know just how to be rough with my kitten," he added slyly. He seemed to be in a particularly playful mood as he led you towards the bakery, his hand still grasped with yours. He opened the door for you as well with his other hand.

Oh he absolutely remembered that conversation too.

“Yay, pie time!” you practically beamed at seeing the counter, feeling a little bit embarrassed at your own reaction. His eyes gleamed with a warm, loving glow as he did see how excited you were, a soft smile on his lips. "Anything in particular you are craving?" He asked you softly.

Ah, but when he said it like that, phrased it in such a particular way… He must have been practically begging to hear what you whispered into his ear next. "I am craving a very particular flavor of pie right now, but I think it's only available in very exclusive private chambers," you winked at him as you softly said the the words to his ears in a way only he could hear, then you looked through the counter and a particular pumpkin pie got your eye.

"There, the pumpkin pie. It looks delicious!" you continued as what you said was the most casual thing ever. 

He chuckled softly, a sly, playful gleam in his eyes as he placed his lips on your ear and whispered a reply.

"Then may I be your baker tonight?"

His words were barely understandable, the volume low. He lifted his head once more, offering his usual warm smile, his gaze full of love and tenderness, as well as a deep, intimate hunger, as though only you could satisfy him from this very moment onward.

You didn’t answer him at first, waiting to get the pie and to move to the small table in the corner of the bakery. As you sat down and took a bite from the pie, gods it was delicious, you stared into his eyes, in a very particular way. He made you suddenly feel bold about what you could say. 

“My baker, huh?” You trailed off for a second, before continuing, "Yes... though only if you serve…" you finished your sentence as you swallowed your piece of pie “...cream pies” 

His eyes widened only briefly, a soft chuckle escaping him at your boldness and quick wit. His head tilted slightly, his voice a soft whisper across the very small table, and whispered a reply.

"Then the baker will serve you cream pies any time you desire it."

You felt a chill down your spine. You were right, he did remember your conversation from a month ago. He was going to do it, and it was going to happen today. You were bubbling with excitement, trying not to show it as you both ate your pies.

Meanwhile, you both tried to casually talk about what happened during your assignment, caught up on some unimportant looking details. 

He listened to you talk, his gaze flickering about the room as though looking for a distraction from the thoughts you were implanting in his mind.

Eventually, his attention was piqued by something that caused his face to widen, and the corners of his lips curl upward in a half-smile. "Oh, (Y/N)...if you only knew what that phrase insinuated," He whispered softly, as a gleam lit up his eyes. 

His eyes remained upon you as he took a bite of the pie, as though waiting for you to catch on to what he was hinting at. He was really silly sometimes, he just got what you meant?! You didn’t get this man sometimes. Fine, then, you were going to use this opening.

"Which phrase, my little pumpkin?" you said as you feigned total ignorance, a smirk at the corner of your lips. "Tsk, I would've thought a woman as clever as you would catch on, but since my kitten is playing with me..." He teased, his voice as warm and smooth as ever. "The baker serving cream pies...well, it means something entirely different than what you may think," He said, lowering his voice in a suggestive manner. His eyes were enchanting, and at that moment he seemed to glow with a warmth that you found utterly irresistible.

The way you called you “kitten” was making you remember things that would make you redder than a moblin. 

“Oh really? I would have absolutely no idea about what a cream pie would mean..." you mocked a shocking expression  "Maybe you should explain it to me, no, demonstrate it to me later, since I'm so clueless and all" you teased him back, just playing along. He did notice your reaction at his use of the word “kitten”, of course he did. 

Because a grin spread across his lips, his gaze moving to the way your lips curled upward with a small smirk at the corners.

"Oho, my kitten is asking for a demonstration?" He said softly. "Perhaps I'll do just that if you behave yourself in the meantime, and finish that piece of pie for me..." He whispered, a glint in his eyes as he moved to take another bite of the pie. His gaze then turned towards you once more, that soft smile on his lips, that flirtatious gleam in his eyes as he looked at you.

You locked your eyes with him as you gulped, swallowing and finishing your pie "Then maybe... We should go somewhere more... private? You know, so that I can get the demonstration.” 

His eyes were full of a lust that couldn't be hidden even as he bit down upon the piece of pie he was eating, his teeth tearing into the soft, flaky pastry. His eyes glanced down to you, his brows arching as though he knew it wasn't the pie you wanted. He took your hand, and kissed it softly.

"You're quite the eager kitten...I do love how much enthusiasm you have for the things you desire," he said as he led you away from the bakery, a slight grin on his lips.

“Oh, are you going to bake a cream pie just for me?” you asked with feigned innocence yet with a hint of flirtiness as you walked out to the streets of the Castle Town. 

He chuckled seductively, placing a hand upon your hip as he moved through the streets, your cheeks flushing as his previous words hit you right where he intended them to. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly, your gaze flicking about his features, his eyes catching yours.

"Oh? Are you asking about a demonstration, little kitten?" He whispered softly, his voice full of that deep, intimate hunger, as he kissed your shoulder, and his free hand moved to grasp your rear as he walked.

You were kind of drifting into your own head, thinking about what would happen if you were alone in a room with him after weeks of… yearning. You missed him so much, and the novelty of what was being talked about was making you soak your panties. 

“Mmmm… Maybe… I really would like this cream pie.” you said softly yet directly, but also a bit shyly, you were in public after all.

His grip tightened around your rear, as his fingers moved into the skin and pulled in a soft, gentle way. His head tilted as he kissed your shoulder, his words just a whisper. "You are a naughty kitty, asking for it like that."

He moved to kiss your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. "When we get back, this kitten will get her cream pie." He whispered, his voice almost a purr as he moved to nibble your neck. As you enjoyed his nibble on your neck, you also felt a bit uncomfortable as you were still in public, you were really eager to finally go somewhere private.

He seemed to understand your unease, and kissed your cheek as he took your hand. He walked out of the town, leading you to the door of his house, his body brushing against yours, his eyes full of hunger as they looked up to you.

His fingers intertwining in yours, he led you to the door, his mouth lingering on your cheek as he unlocked it. He opened the door for you, and stepped aside.

"After you, my love," He followed behind you, closing the door softly. You both took off your boots.

The house was dark, and quiet...yet your senses seemed to be awake, and your pulse quickened as you stepped inside. His arm was suddenly around your waist, his body pressed up closely against yours, and suddenly he pushed you towards the wall, taking you by surprise. 

His lips brushed yours softly as he spoke once more, his words whispering as they left his lips. "My kitten asked for a demonstration...but perhaps I should let her wait until she is ready for it?" He teased, a grin on his lips.

"Mhm.." a soft sound escaped your lips as you felt him close, really wanting him to kiss you.

"This kitten... missed you so much"

Now, if only people knew how this stoic, intimidating woman like you would whimper, when she was with this particular man, behind closed doors… How she was just “the kitten” that belonged to him. How she would do anything he wanted.

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a smile once more. His head tilted, and his eyes moved over your features like he couldn't get enough of them.

His tongue brushed your lips, and his voice turned to a whisper. "Well-perhaps if this kitten begs harder for me to demonstrate it all, I might not make her wait..."  His voice was almost seductive. He moved a finger slowly underneath your chin, tilting it upwards, but keeping himself from kissing you. 

"But didn't you miss your little kitten?" you asked your voice full of lust with feigned innocence, playing along with his tease.

He pushed you a bit more against the wall, "I've missed my kitten every single minute of her time away," He said softly, his words warm and gentle. His gaze drifted to your lips again, and he moved towards you in a way that almost seemed natural. "And she knows how much I have missed her...and how I feel now that I see her again...how I want to devour her...how I want her to devour me..." He whispered, his voice a soft purr. His face remained close to yours as he spoke softly, his words filled with a deep, intimate hunger and desire.

"You know I love it when you are filled with desire...when you need me, when you want me, when you need me...when you need me..." he said as his voice almost a whisper. And despite the restraint he seemed to show, there was a raw and primal desire in him just waiting to be unleashed.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pressed you against the wall, feeling the desire swell within you, his voice awakening things in you that were not possible

"I... missed you, I missed feeling you so much..." you told him as you desperately tried to reach to his lips, to get him to kiss you. You wanted him right now, why was he doing this?

There was silence as he heard your words, and felt your hands reaching out to touch the skin that covered his lips. The primal desire rose like a tide within his veins, his body reacting in a way he could not control. He moved his lips to yours, finally indulging in the kiss that he had been dying for. His voice remained soft and hushed, and his hands wrapped around your body. His tongue danced with yours, his hunger for you evident in every movement. And despite wanting nothing more than to consume you, there was also a gentle, loving care in him that couldn't be ignored. Finally getting the kiss you wanted after weeks, you let yourself melt in his embrace, you let him take command. A soft yet very intense moan escaped your lips as your hands brushed through his blonde locks as he kissed you.

The moment his lips met with yours, a deep pleasure seemed to run through him, as though he was finally complete once more. His body moved instinctively to guide you to the wall, his lips moving to brush against your ear. "I've dreamt of you, my love," He whispered, his lips brushing your ear lightly. "I've dreamt of this moment again and again, imagining the touch of your lips." He moved his lips back to yours, his hands moving to grip the back of your neck, as though he wanted to press you closer. You were simply melting helplessly in his kiss and embrace, as he was consuming you. You could feel how much he missed you. As he pressed you to the wall, and his body to you, you could feel his bulge growing, also becoming harder during your kiss, pressing on you exactly on the right spots. 

His lips trailed along your throat, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced a path up your thigh, gently pressing you against the wall with a hint of urgency, as he slid his hand under your dress, his finger tracing your heat, teasingly taking his time there.

His voice remained a hushed murmur, carrying a mix of longing and passion. "My love," he murmured, his words a delicate caress against your ear. “Look how wet you are…” he whispered as his other hand was right on top of your right breast. “Just for me, just waiting for me to fill you made you this wet?” The whispered words danced across your senses, igniting a fiery warmth that coursed through your veins and to between your legs. If you have been wet before, now you were soaking.

"Link..." you moaned his name as you listened to him whisper the dirtiest words you could hear from him. You were getting so impatient, why wasn’t he taking you right here, right now?

His voice remained a whisper, but his words were spoken directly into your ear. They brushed against your ear like an intimate whisper, a caress that felt like his lips.

"My kitten..." He whispered, his one hand still caressing you just the right way over your panties. His voice was so gentle, but the words...it seemed as though he had some control over your very soul with the way he spoke.

"..I will fill you up..."He whispered seductively. “...right there.” he finished his sentence and his finger made a mock motion of trying to penetrate you through your panties. 

You couldn’t help but moan, damn you Link, you thought to yourself, but what came out of you was only “Link, please…”. His voice became hushed, his lips moving along your ear as he spoke to you.

"My kitten's wet for me, she wants me....she needs me." 

The heat in his voice could be felt on your skin, with the way he spoke. His voice was a soft lure, enticing you like no one had. There was power in his voice, as he seemed to have control over you. You tried to speak back to him, to get him to continue and ease this endless teasing, to have mercy on you "Yes... Yes... I want you..." you told him as you moaned between each word, feeling him move his hands on you and then said another word, hoping it would urge him to advance "Please..." you were almost begging him. This was worse than eternal torture. You loved it, yet you wanted more. 

His voice was a quiet, whispered caress against your ear, as he moved your panties to the side with his hands, and stuck a finger in you so easily, curling it just for the right spot, as his palm pressed onto your clit, making you moan his name again. "Do you want me to fill you?" He whispered. "Do you want me to make you feel good?”

It was a deep and primal question, one that made you feel a certain kind of way just hearing. The tone in his voice said it all, and the hunger in his eyes was the answer to all of your prayers. He had a deep desire for you, a need that could not be sated by anything else. But he needed to hear you say it, or he was not going to give it to you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing and how much it was turning you on, if such a thing was even possible. You were still pressed against the wall by his body, not even in a bedroom. As his hand moved over your center, you squirmed in pure pleasure and replied "By the Three, YES, PLEASE" as your patience ran out.

His voice remained a whisper, to your frustration, but his words were like a stab of pleasure to your core, as though he was attacking you with his seductiveness, with the way he spoke to you. His finger went out of you, now simply trailing along your clit, teasingly applying pressure but not quite enough.  “Huh…” he almost huffed, “I can touch and feel exactly how much you want me…” he said as he noticed how swollen it was, how wet it was.

It felt almost torturous. "Tell me, kitten...how does it feel? He asked softly. "How does it feel knowing you belong to me?"

"I... I want more..." you managed to get out between your moans "I.. I belong to you so please..." At this point, you felt like you would say anything for him to take you upstairs and continue what you two started. 

"Oh, my kitten…” He whispered, his voice so sensual and seductive. His middle and ring fingers were applying a little bit more pressure now, sending you waves of pleasure through your core. “But that was not my question, was it?” he continues, his voice seemingly like a drug, as if each line was a pure and primal pleasure filled with desire. You would do anything for more of that sweet drug.

“It feels… amazing… I’m yours, I’m yours, so please…” you whispered back to him, squirming under the pleasure you get from the movement of his hands, you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him "Link, Link please... let's..." you tried to say, as his lips found yours once again. 

"By the Three..." He whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Let's go upstairs” he almost commanded. His hand moved to your breasts, his fingers lightly squeezing them, but then teasingly pinching your nipple. You knew that he was trying to control himself, yet he desperately wanted you, his desire for you a fire at the back of his eyes, at the back of his mind. Each moment in your presence fueled him with that desire, and he could no longer hold it back. His mouth moved to your ear once more. As he said "Shall we?" you couldn’t do anything but nod frantically. "Come." he said, pushing his control over you. You were his kitten now, in his possession. He moved to pick you up, as if he was almost too strong to do so. He took you in his strong arms bridal style, and carried you up the stairs, the way he walked being so casual. Yet you could feel his desire for you burn like a flame within him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His step was steady and calm, but you could feel his desire. And you were right where you wanted to be– in the crook of his arm, his lips so close to reach. He stopped in front of his room, and kicked the door open with a single foot. He carried you and walked inside, his arm still holding you as he walked. "My kitten wants me so much?" He purred in your ear, his voice like an invitation, as though he were saying. "Oh well, let's not make her wait any longer."

You were a woman of logic, a woman who was supposed to be level headed. Some people even found you intimidating. But with this man, you were completely different. You just wanted to do whatever he wanted, just to feel him over and over again. As he put you on the bed, you took the opening and made a move towards his belt on his tunic, trying to unbuckle it with your fingers, trembling from the anticipated pleasure. You noticed that he didn’t have his chainmail under this time already, which made you sigh in relief for a moment.

His hand moved to your shoulder, pushing you back.. "Kitten, no." He whispered seductively. “Let me give you what you want." He moved closer to you, his head near your ear. 

"Just relax, and leave this to me."

You protested with a look, yet you couldn't deny his offer either. He held some type of power over you that you couldn't fathom. "Fine~" you said softly yet flirtingly, as you let him push you down to the bed and watched him unbuckle his belt. The sound of unbuckling the belt just made you want him more. He didn’t take anything else off, however.

It was as if he knew what you wanted, and he was going to give you every last drop of it. His fingers moved to your wrists, pulling your arms down onto the bed. His voice was like an incantation, as though he was casting a spell over you.

“Relax, kitty...let me take care of you… I take good care of what I own” He whispered, his voice a hushed purr. He kissed your neck softly, his tongue grazing your skin as he slowly moved his hand down your body, under your dress.

His whisper went lower, and he caressed your thighs. "Just wait, little kitten..." He said, as his free hand moved to your dress, undoing the few buttons on it. "All of this is mine..."

As he finally unbuttoned all of them, you actually took the dress off of yourself, giving him the positive signal he was looking for. You couldn't help but try to move a little, trying to also give him the pleasure he was about to give you.

"Yes.. yes my love, I'm yours and only yours." you almost moaned the words.

His eyes glanced at you as you made the move to take your shirt off. It was as if seeing you take it off yourself gave him some kind of pleasure, as his expression lightened up with a small, almost devilish grin. His eyes were glued on your body. And as you took off your shirt, he began caressing your breasts, 

"Oh, my kitten..." He whispered, his voice almost a whimper, as if he was trying to control himself, but your presence around him was making it all too difficult. He was on top of you, and as one of his hands trailed down to start rubbing on your clit again, his lips closed itself around your nipple. This was pure bliss for you. You couldn’t stop moaning his name, as he was edging you closer to an orgasm, but not giving you the exact push you needed.

But at least, you were finally getting your composure back, most likely due to your impatience, yet as he alternated between your nipples as he sucked them, twirled his tongue around them, you couldn't think straight "Link... my love... Please don't make me wait much longer..." you told him as you tried to reach the button of his tunic, wanting him to strip as well. 

A small chuckle escaped him, as though he felt amused by the situation. He looked back at you.  "Don't rush me, kitten...we have all the time in the world...I'm going to make sure that you feel good until you can’t feel anything at all." He whispered, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of exploding with passion. His hand held your wrist, preventing you from making the move he wanted you to make.

As he pinned you down from your wrists on to the bed, you let out a frustrated moan, you wanted to see him naked too, as he was seeing you "Link..." you gave him a lustful look, squirming under his hold. 

"Oh, what is the matter, kitten? What are you so desperate to see, hmm?" He whispered, his voice still so soft and gentle, yet filled with power at the same time. "Tell me, my love."He asked softly.

"I'm going to take my sweet time, so I hope you can handle it, okay?" He said without waiting for your reply, his hand moving over your neck. "I have so much love for you, and I'm going to give it all to you..all at once..." He whispered in your ear, as he slowly pushed your panties towards your thighs, and then took them off. 

Of course you were powerful enough to break free of his hold, if you really wanted to and he knew that. Yet, you enjoyed this. You enjoyed his power over you.

"Take off your clothes, I want to see you...as you are..." you tried asking, like that was the only thing you could do and continued "You are teasing me so much, I'm not sure how much more I can... ah..." you could feel once again his middle and ring fingers circling your clit just like you needed it. 

"Okay, I think you deserve this much, at the very least." He whispered, his voice still soft, and yet filled with desire. His hand then slowly moved to his tunic, moving to unbutton it. His eyes were glued on your every move, as though this was something he had been planning for a very long time.

He moved to take it off, moving to sit on top of you, his skin warm and inviting. "Here...I'll let you take the lead this time...let's see how well you can handle me." He whispered seductively. 

As he sat on top of you, you helped him slide the tunic off his body, leaving him only with his trousers and you noticed how big his bulge had gotten. And there he was, with his impressive torso, you couldn't help but pull him to you with a powerful grip, letting your bodies touch each other as you kissed him.

"Oops.." you chuckled, realizing you pulled him to yourself a bit too suddenly, a bit too strongly.

"Oh, so eager?~" He whispered, his voice sounding amused like he was almost playing a game with you.

"I hope you don't get scared by what I have in store for you." His words sounded like a dare. "But maybe you'll want to take a look, my kitten?" He asked, his voice dripping with a hint of a challenge. This time you took it as a signal, moving your hands down his body as your fingers trailed from his back and then to his crotch and then above, where his belt was. This time, you were able to unbuckle it, and you helped him take off his pants as well. Now it was him in his underwear, as he was on his knees on the bed. "Good...my kitten is learning." He whispered, his voice sounding pleased. "Oh, (Y/N)..."

Your hands moved to the front of his underwear, as though you were ready to get right down and dirty. His body moved closer so that your bodies touched, his lips brushing against your ear as his tongue moved to the back of your neck. 

"Do you like what you see, kitten?” He whispered seductively, one of his fingers easily sticking into you again

"I..." you trailed off as your hands slowly moved to his briefs, tugging down at his underwear, trying to subtly put them down as his lips brushed against your ear. 

"Do you want to taste it?" 

The words were spoken so softly, and yet filled with such an intense amount of lust and desire. His voice held so much power over you, it seemed. His fingers were still in you, his voice almost a purr, as though he enjoyed what he was doing. 

"Yes" went out of your lips with such a sharp tone, that he could see his kitten was becoming a tiger.

"Take a look, then." he said, with a hint of amusement. His voice was gentle, as though he was still trying to tease you. Yet you could still feel the fire within him, the desire for you burning inside his core.

"Go on..." He said seductively, the words sounding like a command, as though he was challenging you to take the lead, to make the move that you wanted to make. As you slid his underwear down, you found yourself staring at his completely exposed body for a moment, his defined muscles, his intact foreskin. Hint of precum from his exposed head. You unconsciously licked your lips. 

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He whispered, his voice sounding amused, teasing you, yet it was obvious even he had a limit, his eyes were glued on yours.

 "Go ahead and take it...it's all yours."

As you moved your hand and grabbed his cock exactly as he wanted, you pulled the skin on it back and forth, listening to his moans and then pulling him into another kiss as you stroked him. Then you slowly went down, never breaking eye contact as you did so, and slowly started to trail your tongue from down his shaft to his tip. 

His body reacted strongly to your touch, his hips moving as though he wanted you on him. His breath was shaky and deep, as though he was struggling to control himself "Good...girl.." He said mixed with his moans, as your hands and mouth alternated in pleasuring him. Sometimes taking it all at once, sometimes just sucking on the tip, sometimes sensually licking along his shaft as you strongly grabbed his toned ass and hips.

"Do you like that my love? Should I continue?" you asked him teasingly between his pants and your pent up desire as you teasingly pretended to stop for a second or two. 

His breath was shaky and quick as you teased him. "I-" He groaned, his voice trembling. "I..." He groaned again. "Oh..please...keep going, please.." He moaned. "It feels so..so good."

And there it was. He could also see you smirk as you were slowly taking back control. It was his fault really, he ended up edging himself to the point that now it was him that was squirming under your touch

"Yeah? Just like..." you said seductively as you twirled your tongue on his tip and then made eye contact as you kept stroking him "...that?"

"Yes.." He groaned, his breath shaky. "Just like.." He groaned again, his body squirming in pleasure. "It feels so-" "Oh, gods.." He moaned out one more time. "Don't stop...please don't stop." He whispered, the desire in his voice clear. He wanted you more than anything- “I want you… now,” He whispered it sharply, like a command.

As you heard his words, you pushed him down to the bed and climbed on top of him, directly looking into his eyes "Oho~ Looks like your kitten has taken control, what will you do now?" you said teasingly. You were grinding your wetness directly along his shaft, staying a bit longer when your clit and his tip made contact, excruciatingly slowly yet hard enough, and it was pushing you both to the edge.

"Just wait a moment, (Y/N)..." He said, his tone still sounding almost as though he were playing a game with you. His fingers moved trailed along your hips, his voice still calm and steady.

"I think I shall take you where I want you to be..” was what came out of his plump soft lips as he gripped your hips. 

"Now, kitten..turn around." He whispered seductively, his voice sounding as though he almost wanted to devour you.

You playfully protested, still on top of him and grinding on him painfully slowly, by the Three, you were also getting close.  "Make me." you almost dared him. 

"Oh, is that so..?"

His voice was still calm and steady, as though he were making no attempt to be anything but smooth. Yet you could feel his desire, and the fire burning inside of him. He was still holding your hips quite tightly, then his grip loosened there, and then you felt his hand slowly trail to the place where you were directly pushing on him. 

As you felt his fingers on your clit once again, you were taken by a pleasant surprise and you gasped, feeling weak in that moment. His thumb was massaging you exactly how you liked it as your swollen slick wet lips were gripping and grinding on his shaft, making all kinds of sounds. You let out a squeak.

You felt the power in his fingers, and at the touch of his thumb, you felt your body react strongly. Your teeth chattered, your eyes closed as the sensations overtook you and you hummed moans.

His voice was still calm and steady, but his eyes were glued on you, no wonder he was feeling how swollen you are.  "You are more than ready for me, aren't you, kitten?" He whispered, his voice sounding like your favorite song. "Is that what you want, darling? You want me to slide in you?”

"Fuck..." you muttered under your breath, not being able to help yourself "Yes... yes, it is" you  tried to reply to him as his thumb continued massaging exactly the right spot, making your eyes almost go behind your head, yet you held on.

His body moved against yours, his eyes glued on your face. His voice was still quiet, yet he whispered your name. He whispered it almost as if he were trying to call you back to reality. "Look at me, kitten." he commanded. "Look at me and tell me how much you want me," 

He was taking back control now, even though you were the one on top of him, with the slick movement of his fingers on your clit, what could you have done but to obey? You really tried hard not to give in that much but it was so difficult "Link... I want you so much, I want you to just slide in me, right now. Please." you tried to speak between the moans, anything to end this misery.

It was clear that he was getting to you, and his grip on your hips got firmer as though he was holding onto you for dear life.

"If I give you what you want, can you handle it, my darling?" He said, his voice sounding as though he were asking a question though not entirely expecting an understandable answer.

"Tell me, kitten...can you handle what I'm about to do to you?" He asked again, his voice still soft and gentle, yet filled with passion and lust.

Your whimpers were nothing but seductive pleas. It was almost as if all that could come out of your mouth was affirmations, anything to coax him into sliding into you as soon as possible.

“Yes.. I missed feeling you… so… much…”

As you wish, my love" He whispered, in a voice that almost seemed to tease you. He adjusted your body above yours, making you lean into him, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on your neck. He kissed and licked, biting lightly in the exact spots you enjoyed most. "Let me taste you, kitten." He whispered seductively, his fingers tugging slightly on your hips, adjusting your body to lower you on him once again, "Hold still.." He whispered, his voice filled with lust and desire.

You used your hand to help him guide himself into you, he slid in you so easily, the action making both of you gasp and letting you have a sexual sigh of relief. You squeezed him as he was finally inside you, enjoying the sensation.  

"Oh, somebody is eager, aren't they?" He whispered, his voice filled with a hint of amusement and a touch of pride. His words sounded as though he were giving you a compliment, but you could feel him twitching in you, as your walls hugged him. You were his, and he enjoyed it. "Good, girl...oh, you feel so good..." He whispered, his tone of voice still sounding like he was in heaven as his hips were moving up and down, with you leaning on him. 

"Link...I missed you so much, I missed this..." you said almost like a hiss, as you moved back and forth, matching his thrusts, drinking each movement like they could be your last, you moaned again and again as you both continued enjoying the sensations. You were on top of him but leaning to him, luckily you had short hair that wouldn’t get in the way, but by the Goddesses, it was messy. Sometimes he would grab you by your neck and kiss you, sometimes he would suck your nipples as he kept thrusting in you, making you squeeze him even more. Your moans mixing up with each other in his room.

He let out a primal groan, as though he enjoyed knowing that you wanted him this much.

"Do you want to do more than this, kitten? Do you want this to mean something, for me to truly make you mine?" He whispered seductively, his tone of voice sounding more sincere than it ever had before as he reached closer to his climax. Almost asking for your permission once again, just to know for sure.

"Mmm" you moaned as the moments passed, stretched into waves of pleasure in your brain, making it muddy. All you could think about was him, feeling him, being his. Being filled by his seed. Feeling it drip down from you.

"I want everything I want you to…" you trailed off between your movements, giving him a positive reply as you signaled to increase the rhythm. But he understood exactly what you meant. You did discuss this, after all.

"Yes, (Y/N)...oh, yes..."  he whispered, a small gasp escaping his lips. His voice was filled with pleasure and lust.

His hands slid down your back again gripping your hips, as though he were almost claiming what was already his. His voice had a hint of a commanding and authoritative tone to it.

"I've wanted to do this for a very long time, (Y/N), my kitten.." he whispered, his voice still sounding almost desperate. "And now that I've finally got you..."

You gasped and his hands held your hips firmly again as you were hovering him, as connected as you can get with his thrusts becoming even deeper, exactly as you liked it. He slowly started to restrict your movement, about to make you his little fuck toy now. It was hard for you to not thrust back, but you gave him the command long ago.

His words sounded like a last warning, as though he were about to do the very thing that he wanted you the most for. "I'm going to claim you, kitten. Are you ready to become mine? Ready to be filled up by me?" He whispered to your ear right before he playfully bit it, his breath was shaky, you could feel that he was losing his willpower, but he was still giving you one last warning before he finally did what you both have been anticipating. 

Goddesses, you loved this man so much. He could still think of you even in a situation like this, where he was about to lose himself in pleasure.

You could do nothing but moan in pleasure as you continued to vainly try moving your hips up and down as you were on top of him, as he was holding your hips firmly.  "Yes, Link... Do it... Claim me...Make me full…" you could barely speak between your moans.

“I'll take that as a yes then."

His voice was still quiet, and yet he was breathing faster.

"Hold still, kitten." he whispered, as though his words were a command. This, you recognized. When he was close to his climax, he loved holding you still with his strong grip as he mindlessly pumped into you in the best angle possible, as you were hovering above him. 

“Just let go, my love, just like you promised… Enjoy me,” you encouraged him as the sense of anticipation lingered in the air. It was hot, it was heavy. You were close.

The moments paused, as though both of you couldn't fully believe what was going to happen. His hand was still grabbing you to support you, then he positioned his head so that he could suck on your breasts as he kept pumping in you. You couldn’t help but get your own middle and ring finger between your legs where you connected with him, furiously circling your wet clit, making him feel how much more you can squeeze him.

He took a deep breath, as though taking in this moment. He looked at you, as though he wanted to memorize the look you had in your eyes as you touched yourself while taking him in. And then, his face suddenly looked like it was experiencing an explosion of pure joy, almost like his words were meant as a warning that something was about to happen.

"This feels so good, (Y/N), fuck…." He moaned, your name sounding like a prayer. 

"Yes Link, let me feel that, let me feel that..." you were almost begging him to finally let go as you felt him brush inside just the perfect spots.

He gasped, his body tense, as though he were about to burst. He took a deep breath, as though he were trying to calm down- although this only seemed to be making him even more tense. His body moved with yours, his eyes glued onto you, as though you were about to explode with joy.

"Oh, gods, yes...yes..." He moaned, you could feel him expanding in you, feel him getting even harder than ever,  you felt how close he was and how close you were to the edge "Yes, yes, yes, yes...." you kept moaning, almost squirming. Begging for a release.

He hissed, his grip on your hips even stronger (that was totally going to bruise).His breath was shaky and nervous, his eyes glued on you.

"Oh, goddesses...I'm...oh, ...." He whispered, his breath a bit more rapid, his body tense. He was close.

“Link... just fill me up... please..." you were almost begging him as you moaned, couldn't believe how forward you were even in this state. You couldn’t think of anything else other than being filled by him at that moment. You wanted it so much, Your orgasm was nearing.

"Yes...yes, kitten, oh gods, yes... "

“Link… Link…”

He hissed, finally letting go of himself as you straightened yourself on top of him, getting support from his torso. His body tensed as his eyes met yours.

"Yes..." He was panting. His lips parted at the sight. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him wildly twitching in you a few times, feeling him come inside of you.  “Oh my Goddesses..." you both moaned as you felt the waves of pleasure finally reach a climax, as you felt warm inside, warmer than usual… in turn triggering your own climax. You were shaking as he was holding you stable, riding the wave of pleasure. Your lips met once again.

“Oh, kitten... oh..."

"I...you've..." 

He was lost for words as the sensations of post orgasm bliss took over both of your bodies. 

He was gasping, his breath shaky along with yours. You collapsed into him, enjoying his embrace, listening to each other’s breaths. After a little while, you felt the “plop”, the sensation of him sliding out of you as he calmed down. That wasn’t a new one but then you also felt something trickling down from between your legs.

You were dripping his cum all over the sheets.

Oh well. 

NOTES: *Link to the Warriors AI **Friendly reminder that if you are engaging in sexual activities with a partner that can result in pregnancy for either of you, and do not want that pregnancy (and STIs), USE ACTUAL PROTECTION. This is a fictional story. They have magic and shit to prevent this stuff too in this universe (probably). We don’t have that IRL. 

[chainofhyrule]

Can’t Lose You

“Y/N!!!”

The sounds of frantic footsteps echoed like thunder somewhere above, the blood rushing to your ears sounding like heavy rain. The rise and fall of your chest burned like fire, and each breath felt weaker than the last. You felt warm, but also numbingly cold.

What the hell just happened?

Your vision, by the time you sensed movement, had begun to blur. Figures rushed at you through the darkness—why was it so dark, anyways?—and stopped to crowd around you. You tried turning your head, but couldn’t. Why did your neck hurt?

“Y/n, you’re gonna be okay,” you heard from the person closest to you, and your eyes drifted up to see a face. You recognised that face.

“Link,” you mumbled meekly, and your lips pulled into a weak smile. The person who’d spoken to you had tears in his eyes. Why was he crying?

“Wars, keep her awake,” another voice said, and you finally managed to turn your head.

There was a whole group of people around you. They looked scared. You seemed to be sitting against something warm, and wet. Was it water? Why was it so warm on your back?

“Y/n, hey, look at me.” You turned your head back to the first guy, and his face got so close to yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks. “You’re so strong, Y/n, you know that?”

You could feel your eyes start getting heavy, and you were growing increasingly tired.

“Stay with us, Y/n,” he said, and you felt a slight pressure on your forehead. “You’re strong. So, so strong.” His voice cracked, you noticed. It made you sad.

“Y/n, stay awake!”

Whoever that was sounded really far away. He sounded kinda young, too. Why was there a kid here? Wasn’t this a dungeon?

You started to remember. There were monsters, you were pretty sure. You fell from a high-up ledge and twisted your ankle before that, though. You weren’t fast enough on a lame ankle to dodge all of them.

“Y/n, please…”

You turned your head up to see him. Tears spilt down his cheeks, now, and he looked terrified. His hair was wet with crimson. He must have fought away the monsters. It also stained his face, and the blue scarf around his neck. All he seemed to care about was you, though.

Your eyes felt really heavy, now. You wanted to sleep. You didn’t want to make him worry, though.

“Link…” His hands, which were really warm, gripped yours. They trembled.

“Just a little while longer, sweetheart, okay? You’re doing so, so great.”

You weren’t sure what he was talking about. What were you doing? All you were doing was sitting there. Your eyes drifted downward—maybe he saw something you didn’t. However, when you saw yourself, you weren’t sure how to react.

Your entire tunic was stained in crimson, and it didn’t seem to be stopping. There were deep gashes in your middle, visible through the torn fabric of the ruined tunic. You couldn’t even feel them.

“...‘M cold…”

“Wars…”

You could slowly feel yourself slipping away. You didn’t want to go, though. Someone started crying. It wasn’t the person next to you, though. He made no sounds like that. His forehead rested against your temple, and you could hear his breaths next to your ear. They sounded broken, like glass.

“Y/n…you’re so strong…”

You didn’t like how his voice sounded so sad. You felt someone else grab your other hand, since the first was still in his. It felt warm, too.

“Wars…!”

You heard him gasp, if only lightly, like it got caught in his throat. Your hand started feeling much warmer. The last thing you heard before your eyes finally drifted shut, was him.

“Y/n…you’re gonna be okay…”

I love you.

(Tap here to return to Masterlist)

[quarterlifekitty]

Cw: cum eating lol

Goddess!Reader as a forgotten deity— a small temple hidden in a cave, completely overgrown with vines and moss. The marble of the flooring is cracked and split with the dripping water and the roots of the overgrowth. There is a statue of you— life sized, not grand or impressive. The skylight of the cave bathes it in sun and moonlight as the days go by.

Warrior!König who finds your little shrine and is enchanted. He has always felt like an outsider— that he has never belonged, and never looked at with familiarity. Maybe it’s his loneliness getting to him, but he feels warmth in the gaze of the statue. You’re a beautiful figure. Despite the state of the place, he feels at home. He doesn’t have much— but he clears some vines and dust off of the offering altar and leaves a fig and a handful of oats.

In his next battle, he finds some uncanny things happening around him. He’ll be dueling an enemy, when a stray beam of light will move in just the right way to blind him for a moment, allowing König to land the killing blow. He’s about to be struck from behind with his assailant’s sword catches in the scabbard for just a moment— long enough for König to turn and fend him off. Could this be his offering at work?

He comes back. This time with an orange, and a gold piece. He gives himself a few moments to admire your form— your breasts perfect, your smile gentle and content. He uses his sword to clear a bit more debris— enough to leave you more clearly visible.

He continues to excel. Not through any supernatural strength, but due to these small strokes of luck finding him at the perfect moment. His sword striking at just the right angle to land in the chip of his enemy’s weapon, cracking it in the fault and rendering it useless. One of his arrows manages to pierce through one target and into another.

He becomes your single worshipper— and the most devoted. He brings fruits, coin, fresh cloth, milk…. And his visits become longer. He lets his hands linger when he touches the cool marble of your statue. He’s taken in a moment of weakness— infatuated with the one figure that seems to care for him— and he touches himself to your image, spilling his seed across your altar— against the red grapes he’d brought for you.

König falls asleep looking at your form. There is no plaque nor writing in your temple— he doesn’t even know your name. When he wakes, the pedestal holding your statue is empty, but he feels a warmth curled into his side, looking down to see you finishing the last of a stem of grapes.

[mylove-iv]

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ stars, he wants you in some chaste, victorian way .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ hw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the hero of warriors catches glimpses of your skin and he’s entranced, lustfully so.

genres: romance.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

reader specifications: reader is written dressed in a silk robe and slip dress, reader is also written to have long-ish hair and uses lip rouge, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: suggestive, contains depictions of implied smut, bruising, and biting.

word count: 849 words.

author’s note: based and inspired by this post on pinterest! i’m slowly getting into writing linked universe (lu) members, so stay tuned for more!

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, apr. 2, 2023

‎‧₊ part i ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Warriors sighs, running a hand over his face in frustration because of high society's conformities and the annoying nobles. Fake smiles, poison-drenched words, and wavering loyalties amongst the nobility had always drained him.

But as he reaches your door, a smile can't help but tug on his lips, the exhaustion in his bones evaporating at the thought of spending time with you.

He forgoes knocking, knowing that you are in your quarters and won't mind his presence. His steps are quiet and the soft smell of jasmine your room is encompassed in hits his nose in an almost wanton and sensual way that reminds him of silk and rouge.

The very same silk draped against your smooth skin and the rouge he noticed you'd sometimes apply to your kissable lips.

Warriors ignores his straying thoughts as he reaches the archway that leads to your room, silken threads tangling and hanging from the arch and his breathing nearly halts at the sight before him.

Sitting atop a creamy white vanity stool, there you were, clothed only in a silken robe, soft and smooth legs on display for Warriors.

He had never seen you in such little clothing—skin exposed for his vivid cerulean eyes to feast on—forcing Warriors to lose himself to the burning inferno within his mind.

Goddesses, how he wishes he could embrace you with no barriers of clothing in between, feeling your heartbeat hammer against his chest in a raw, wanton way.

He longed to have your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hips swaying in a sinful, lust-filled dance as he kisses and bites your saccharine lips so much your lips would blush as if you had freshly applied rouge. You'd sing sweet nothings and praises, whines and whimpers tumbling from your kiss-bitten lips from how good he'd make you feel-

Warriors' body starts to warm up, a blistering heat he could only recognize as desire flaring beneath his skin as his eyes follow and trace your every move.

Removing the hairpin that tucked your hair neatly, your h/c locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in soft waves. His hand twitches at the urge to thread his fingers through your hair before pulling gently, hoping to elicit a sound that would only feed the raging fire of want simmering within him.

Warriors closes his eyes as a means to keep the bubbling of his yearning from spilling over before he opens them once more. A grunt nearly tumbles from his lips as you gently and carefully slip your robe off your shoulders, movements slow and teasing.

You run a delicate hand through your locks before swiping your hair over your shoulder and he can't help but let out a barely audible groan tumble from his lips. It becomes apparent how much he desires you, his groan borderline sounding agonized at the sight of your bare back your silk slip dress presents to him.

The skin of your back looks so smooth and so soft and the need of bruising your hips and love handles with marks of his hands having a tight grip on the flesh of your waist becomes prevalent, growing stronger with every passing second.

The skin of your shoulders tempt him to dig his teeth into your sweet skin to leave hues of red and purple that'd stain your skin for weeks, letting the world know who you belonged to before he'd move his lips to your ear, whispering sweet nothings and the sinful things he'd do to you-

He silently groans at the rush of blood flowing through his body—goddesses was he screwed.

Just the mere sight of your bare legs and shoulders could get him going. Just a glimpse of bare skin from any part of your body can and will kill him.

You'll be the death of him. Warriors swallows thickly, eyes squeezing shut before a quiet sigh leaves his lips and he makes the decision to leave.

He turns and his body suddenly freezes, shuddering as you call out his name softly, your voice ever so soft and filled with an apparent wanton need that sent off a chain reaction within his body, want blooming into full-blown desire and lust.

It's silent and it feels like an eternity to Warriors before you murmur his name again, voice teasing and smooth as the obvious want dripping from your honeyed call of his name coaxes him into turning around.

Warriors' vivid cerulean eyes meet yours in the mirror sitting atop your vanity and his heart nearly stops, The fires of want and desire for you blazing strongly as your e/c look into his, mirroring the same carnal desire he's sure is apparent in his own eyes.

The air between you fills quickly with tension as you smile softly—teasing even—and it evokes a heated reaction from the man that he could no longer ignore and hold back.

Warriors’ legs bring him closer to you in long strides before you're encased in his strong arms, lips moving hurriedly against each other’s in desperation overflowing with a love-filled yearning and raw desire.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

“I want auroras and sad Prose, I want to watch wisteria grow…”

Here’s my master list! I got help from the lovely @beyondtheglowingstars with setting it up. I figured out how to do the links so I think I’ll be able to update it👍 here we go!

The Chain⛓️‍💥

Chain with free cuddles reader:

pt1(time, sky, twilight)

pt2(legend, four, hyrule)

pt3(wild, wars)

Sick reader + ambush pt1, pt2 (healing)

Chain with a weighted blanket

Reader and a snake

Chain + just dance

Chain as funny texts: pt. 1, pt2, pt3

Four🍀

Lightning

Four with an s/o who helps with his hair

Four with a clumsy s/o (hurt/comfort, major angst)

Pining’s for trees

How to date (color centric)

Forge

Where are we going?

Legend🐇

Slow dancing in the dark

Bad day

Legs! What’s on the menu?

Willow

Dancing on my own

Twilight🐺

The Chain meeting Twilight’s s/o

Hyrule🍂

Reassurance

Are ya winnin, traveler?

Wind🌪️

Lake Shenanigans with the Hero of Winds

Escape

Sky☁️

Safety

Wild🐉

Comfort

Warriors🗡️

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Time⏱️

[404, files not found]

Farore incarnate player AU🔆

To get away Ch1: out of the woods

Chapter 2: breathing out, and to the Inn

Chapter 3: roomies and rumors

Chapter 3.5: chain’s perspective(mainly legend)

Chapter4: stay with me, now.

Leo��

Spar

[misswynters]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 Part Two

featuring. sevika x reader x ambessa

warnings. smut (18+), plot with heavy smut, hexstrap/shimmerstrap, threesome, more ambessa/sevika kissing ofc, dom!ambessa, switch!reader and sevika, fingering, degrading?, squirting (kinda), multiple positions(reverse cowgirl,etc.), tittysucking, praising. wlw, slapping, slight dacryphilia, thats it i think?

synopsis. You were sent on a mission to train sevika for an underground tournament, by non other than the tyrant herself, Ambessa Merdarda.

wc. 6.6k

It was almost like the night almost felt like it stretched endlessly as you sat on the plush velvet couch in Ambessa’s private quarters. Her taste for luxury was evident in every detail. She has sleek black walls, golden accents, and the soft glow of ambient lights. Yet, despite the lavish surroundings, your attention was singularly focused on Ambessa as she moved around the room, preparing for Sevika’s arrival.

There was a faint hum of a glowing hexstrap caught your eye. It rested on a table nearby, its blue light casting faint, flickering shadows. You swallowed hard, knowing exactly what it was and what it meant. Ambessa only brought it out for the nights when she intended to lose control. And just the mere thought of her using it tonight sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

“You look stunning,” Ambessa said, her deep voice breaking through your thoughts. You glanced down at the short red outfit you wore, the one she had picked out and bought for you months ago. The fabric clung to your curves, leaving little to the imagination, and you could still remember the way her eyes had darkened when she first handed it to you, her smirk suggesting it wasn’t meant for public viewing.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice soft, almost shy under her intense gaze.

She stood in front of the table now, her hands briefly resting on the glowing device as she adjusted it, her movements deliberate. Her broad shoulders and strong arms flexed with every small motion, and it was impossible not to admire the sheer power she carried so effortlessly.

The clock ticked on, minutes dragging into hours. Sevika was supposed to arrive at 5, and now it was past 7. You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was difficult. Ambessa didn’t seem to share your restraint. She sat beside you on the couch now, her legs spread wide in a display of utter confidence, her arm draped casually across the back of the couch. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the storm brewing in Ambessa’s chest. She didn’t like being kept waiting, and she despised being stood up. The sharp edge of her jaw tightened as she leaned back, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

“She’s late,” she said finally, her voice low and almost dangerous.

You nodded, unsure of what to say. “Maybe something came up?” you offered weakly, though you knew it wouldn’t soothe her.

Ambessa turned her head toward you, raising a brow. “Something came up?” she repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism. “If she doesn’t walk through that door soon, something will come up, all right.”

You bit your lip, not daring to respond. The image of Ambessa’s temper flaring was not something you wanted to dwell on, though part of you felt a twinge of excitement at the idea of her channeling that intensity toward you instead.

As if on cue, a knock echoed through the room, sharp and decisive. Ambessa’s body moved fluidly, her size and stature dominating the space as she stood. You jumped up instinctively, excitement flickering in your chest, but one sharp look from her froze you in place. She tilted her head toward the couch, and you sank back down without a word, your heart pounding.

The door opened, and there she was. Sevika, standing tall and unapologetic despite her tardiness. Her expression was unreadable, though her eyes flicked briefly toward you before settling on Ambessa.

“You’re late,” Ambessa said flatly, her tone was like a void of emptiness.

“Had to take care of something,” Sevika replied, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. She didn’t elaborate, and Ambessa didn’t ask. Instead, she stepped closer, her presence towering over Sevika in a way that seemed almost impossible given Sevika’s own impressive build.

“You don’t keep me waiting,” Ambessa said, her voice low yet commanding.

Sevika didn’t flinch, though her jaw tightened slightly. “I’m here now.”

Ambessa stared at her for a long second, and you swore you could cut through the tension that was in the air. Then, as if deciding to let it go, she stepped aside, gesturing for Sevika to enter fully. “Come in, then,” she said, her voice taking on a smoother tone, though the undercurrent of authority was still there.

Sevika’s eyes flicked toward you again as she moved further into the room, her gaze lingering for just a moment longer this time. You felt your cheeks heat under her scrutiny, and you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on a random spot on the floor.

Ambessa’s voice broke the silence. “Sit down,” she instructed Sevika, gesturing toward a chair near the center of the room.

Sevika raised a brow but obeyed, lowering herself into the chair with a casual confidence that matched Ambessa’s. She leaned back, one arm resting on the armrest, her other hand idly adjusting the strap of her tank top.

Ambessa turned her attention back to you, her expression softening slightly. “Little one,” she said, her tone gentler now, though still laced with that natural authority she carried. “Bring us some wine.”

You nodded quickly, eager to have something to do. The tension in the room was palpable, and being in the middle of it felt both thrilling and overwhelming. As you poured the drinks, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the two women. Ambessa had a calm demeanor, and Sevika’s was cool and confidence.

When you returned with the drinks, Ambessa took hers without a word, her fingers brushing lightly against yours as she did. Sevika nodded in thanks, her gaze lingering on you for just a moment before she took a sip. The conversation started off slow, the topic of training brought up briefly, though it was clear that neither of them was particularly interested in discussing it in depth. Instead, the focus seemed to shift naturally toward more personal matters.

You sat quietly on the couch, sipping your drink and trying to ignore the way your heart raced every time one of them glanced your way. It was impossible not to feel caught in the middle, both literally and figuratively with each passing second.

Then Ambessa stood, her drink abandoned on the table as she moved toward the glowing strap. She picked it up, her fingers trailing over its smooth rugged surface before she turned to Sevika. “Let’s cut the chase,” she said, her voice low and steady. “We all know why you’re really here.”

Sevika raised a brow, her expression unreadable. “Do we?” she asked, her tone equally calm, though there was a hint of challenge in her voice.

Ambessa smirked, her gaze flicking briefly toward you before settling back on Sevika. “Yes,” she said simply. Their shared look was charged with hidden desire. You couldn’t help but shift slightly in your seat, your body buzzing with excitement. With a commanding look from Ambessa, you stood up towards the two older women. Walking over to them while looking at the one who was sitting.

"Go on, Sevika. I give you my permission to touch my pretty girl." she spoke, gesturing her to lay her hands on you. No one had to tell her twice.

Ambessa followed idly behind the two of you as you led sevika towards the bed. It was quite large, recently bought from the store. Almost as if she has the intentions of this encounter already planned out. Which didn't surprise you. Especially with the way she would talk about sevika, all her plans. The things she whispered into your ears, (which is was the main reason why you agreed to do all of this in the first place) that she would do to the two of you. Only if sevika was willingly.

Sevika's eyes never left yours as you gently pushed her onto the bed, her knees buckling against the edge of the bed. Looking up at you with those sweet puppy eyes, sending a spark straight to your core.

The tension in the room grew heavier as Sevika's hands roamed your body, firm and unapologetic. Her calloused fingertips traced over the shimmering fabric of your red outfit, igniting sparks against your skin. With a swift move, you straddled her large thighs that were bulging with muscles. As you moved your hips against hers, Sevika's breath hitched, a deep groan escaping her throat. You captured her lips, kissing her deeply with hunger, only to pull back just as she leaned in, a teasing smirk dancing on your lips. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart" she muttered, her voice rough, almost warning you to take it slow.

"Maybe I like the heat," you murmured, your voice teasing as your leaned closer to her face. "I’ve always been drawn to danger. But I promise, I’ll play nice… for now."

Her darkened eyes burned into yours as you dared her to take the bait. Before you could react, Sevika flipped you over, her strength undeniable. Your back pressed against the mattress, her larger frame pinning you down. Her hand easily captured both of yours, pressing them above your head with an iron grip. You gasped, feeling the weight of her against you, your chest rising and falling rapidly, drawing her gaze to the glittering fabric of your top.

"You look too good like this," she growled, leaning down close enough that her breath fanned over your lips.

From across the bed, Ambessa watched with a smirk curling at the edges of her mouth. Her slow, steady movements commanded attention as she approached the two of you. Her presence was magnetic, her eyes gleaming with approval.

"Getting carried away already, Sevika?" Ambessa remarked, her voice cutting through the moment like a blade. "I thought you were better at pacing yourself."

Sevika turned her head slightly, meeting Ambessa's gaze without loosening her grip on you. "And I thought you were better at staying out of the way," she shot back, her voice full of bravado.

Ambessa chuckled, low and dangerous. "Careful now. I wasn't the one pinned to the mattress just now with an audience," she teased.

Your cheeks flushed as their banter only added to the tension swirling in the room. As you lay beneath Sevika, helpless yet completely enthralled, your gaze darted to Ambessa as she stepped closer. The glow of the warm lighting casting her in gold. Her powerful frame was accentuated as she removed her outer jacket, leaving her in the fitted sports bra from earlier today, that showcased her sculpted arms and abs.

Ambessa's gaze dropped to you, softening just slightly. "Darling," she murmured, her tone yet again commanding. "Be a good one and let me take it from here."

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her grip on your wrists tightening slightly in defiance. "You think you can just take over?"

Ambessa tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "I don't think, Sevika. I know."

The room crackled with tension as the two women faced off, their impressive statures and commanding presences filling the space. You couldn't help but feel small between them, and yet Ambessa's eyes always softened when they found you.

Without another word, Ambessa leaned down, her hand brushing against yours as she pulled Sevika up with effortless strength, breaking her hold on you. Placing her on the bed, making her take a place beside you. Sevika stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sheer power Ambessa exuded, but the flicker of respect, that crossed her face.

"Now," Ambessa said, turning her attention back to you. "Let's show Sevika how things are really done."

You hesitated, your breath hitching as you caught the glint of something wicked in her eyes. Sevika remained by the bed, watching closely, her gaze darting between you and Ambessa. You sat up slowly, trying to steady your racing heart.

Ambessa extended a hand to you, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek before trailing down to your arm.

"Come here," she murmured, softer this time still with the same lustful tone.

Your hesitation only made her smirk deepen. "Don't make me say it twice," she warned, and that was all it took to get you moving.

As you scooted closer, Ambessa's hands found your waist, pulling you flush against her. Her lips claimed yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, a stark contrast to Sevika's earlier intensity. When she finally pulled back, her thumb brushed over your lower lip as if savoring the moment.

Sevika let out a low chuckle from her spot on the bed, her arms crossed as she leaned back slightly. "Looks like l'm not the only one getting carried away," she teased, though her gaze betrayed her interest.

Ambessa shot her a look, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Stay long enough, Sevika, and maybe you'll learn something." The words hung in the air, a challenge laced with promise. Her voice was low and commanding as she leaned back, towering over you. Her gaze flickering between you and Sevika. "Who wants to go first?" she asked, her tone like velvet wrapped around steel.

There was heavy anticipation that lingered the room, the golden light reflecting against the intricate decor of Ambessa's chambers. You swallowed hard, a mix of eagerness and nerves flickering in your chest. "I'll go," you said, barely above a whisper, yet filled with confidence.

Ambessa's lips curled into a knowing smile. "I thought as much." She crossed her arms, her presence dominating as she watched you approach closer towards Sevika. "But let's make this interesting," she added, leaning forward slightly. "You'll have the privilege of taking the lead. And if you can get Sevika to submit-" her voice dipped, rich with implication, "—then maybe I'll keep rewarding you."

Sevika raised an eyebrow at you, her expression amused. "Think you've got it in you?" she teased, her deep voice carrying a playful edge. She let you push her down onto the soft bed again with a grin, clearly more intrigued. "Go on, impress me."

You rolled your eyes at her arrogance but felt a flicker of heat at the challenge. "Cute, Sevika," you murmured, leaning over her. "But don't forget, Ambessa gave me the reins."

Sevika smirked. "Only because she thinks you're adorable when you try. Don't forget this is your second chance, sweetie." Her words sent a surge of determination through you. You straddled her confidently, your palms pressing against her shoulders as you pushed her back. Sevika let you, her expression never losing that infuriatingly smug edge. She was testing you, watching to see how far you'd go.

"Adorable, huh?" you whispered, your lips hovering dangerously close to hers. You pressed a light kiss against the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to see her eyes darken. "Let's see if you're still calling me that in a few minutes."

Ambessa's laughter rumbled from her seat on the bed. "That's my girl," she said approvingly, her tone laced with amusement. You could feel her eyes on you even as you focused on Sevika.

Without warning, Ambessa came behind you, her hands resting lightly on your hips. "Go on," she murmured near your ear, her deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Show me how you handle her."

Sevika's smirk faltered slightly as you leaned down, pressing kisses against her neck, her collarbone, and lower as your hands worked beneath her clothes. Her breathing hitched, the steady rhythm breaking as you nipped gently at her skin. "Not bad," she muttered, her voice rougher now. "But you're gonna have to do better."

Ambessa chuckled, her hands steadying you as she lifted the hem of your top. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her voice dripping with authority.

"My darling here is just getting started." You felt Ambessa's warmth behind you, her hands brushing against your waist as she whispered something low and indecipherable. Her control was intoxicating, and combined with Sevika's tension beneath you, the air in the room felt electric.

Sevika's hands, rough and calloused, found your thighs, gripping firmly as if she was daring you to push her further.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her voice low, her gaze sharp. "Thinking you're in control?"

You leaned close, your lips brushing her ear. "Maybe I am," you whispered. "Or maybe you're letting me."

Ambessa's rich laughter filled the room again as her hands briefly tightened around your waist. "Clever," she remarked. "Both of you. I wonder who's truly in charge here."

She adjusted the glowing hextech strap that she had oat her side, its faint blue light casting ethereal patterns against the dimly lit walls. The buzzing sound of its energy resonated in the room. An underlying current of power that heightened every breath, every lingering touch. She loomed over you, her presence overwhelming as her large hands traced along your waist, lifting the delicate fabric that clung to your body.

"Relax," Ambessa murmured, her deep voice urging you to obey. She pushed her hips toward yours, her strength noticeable in the way she moved. Each subtle movement sent shivers coursing through your body. Her thrusts were precise, the sounds of your hips slapping against each other filled the room. Yet she kept her gaze locked onto your ass, watching every action with a smirk of satisfaction. The way your pretty folds part as she presses her cock deep inside you. Clenching around her so perfectly.

"Fuck-" you cursed under your breath as you could feel the tight knot in your stomach grow. The wetness of your pussy became more prominent making it easier for the long and thick strap to hit the deepest parts. You didn't know if you wanted her to go harder, faster or slow down. However you were trying your hardest not to beg for anything more, now that sevika was underneath you. Showing her submissive side. But you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Please go faster!-" you begged against Sevika's neck as you left love bites on them. How could the woman say no to you when you were being so obedient. Her pace quicken trying to get you to come for the first time tonight. Wet squelching noises could be heard across the room, as you were almost reaching your release. After a few more seconds of it, you finally came on her cock. The arousal seeping outside your folds, coating the strap in a thin layer.

"Good job, little one" Ambessa breathily said as her grip was still on your hips this time slowly pushing inside of you.

You groaned as she pulled out completely, the hexstrap hummed as it shot a load onto the small of your back. The glowy substance felt warm, having the near same consistency as the real thing.

Sevika was beneath you, her sharp features softened by the flicker of light and the slight upward curve of her lips. She let out a low, approving hum as you leaned closer, your lips brushing hers in a kiss that grew increasingly hungry.

Her calloused hands settled on your hips, guiding you as your fingers began to explore. The warmth of her skin beneath your touch sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t resist trailing your lips down her neck. Each kiss you left on her skin felt like a brand, earning quiet sighs and groans of approval from the woman beneath you.

“Don’t stop,” Sevika begged, her voice husky as her fingers tightened their grip on your hips. Her gaze locked with yours for a moment, her dark eyes betraying the vulnerability she rarely let anyone see.

From behind, Ambessa’s presence remained firm. Her hands rested at your waist as she slipped inside you against. Keeping the same slow pace. earning a moan from you as your thighs shivered. “Take your time,” she murmured, her deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Enjoy her.”

Encouraged by her words, your hands slipped beneath Sevika’s shirt, pushing the fabric up and over her shoulders. She assisted with a smirk, lifting just enough for you to pull it off completely. Her toned form was on full display, and your breath hitched at the sight of her.

“You’re staring,” Sevika teased, though her voice faltered slightly when you leaned down and pressed your lips to the curve of her collarbone.

“Can you blame me?” you shot back, a playful smirk on your lips before you resumed your exploration. Your kisses trailed lower, each one met with a quiet groan from Sevika.

Ambessa’s fingers tightened slightly on your waist. She leaned forward, her breath warm against the back of your neck. “You’re doing well, little one,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of approval and pride.

Sevika’s chest rose and fell rapidly as your lips moved lower, pressing against the curve of her mounds. You placed soft kisses there, savoring the way her body responded to your touch. Her hands tangled in the fabric of your clothing, her sharp nails grazing your skin as she fought to keep her composure.

"Fucking hell. You're going to drive me insane," Sevika admitted, her voice rough as her hands settled on your shoulders. Tilted her head back against the pillow.

Ambessa chuckled softly behind you, her hands sliding along your sides. "Then let her," she said, her voice rich with amusement. "She's clearly quite skilled at it."

Her hands gripped your hips firmly, her strength an anchor that steadied and overwhelmed you at the same time. You felt her fingers tighten on your hips, spreading your ass cheeks so she can see her cock go slowly inside of you. Guiding you against her pelvis, the wet lewd sounds coming from your pussy again could be heard. Her gazed remained at the place where the two of you connected. The strap was glistening with your arousal from earlier.

Her low voice broke the silence, thick with satisfaction. “Look at you,” she murmured, her words carrying a mix of pride and affection. “Taking my cock so perfectly like it was made for you.” She leaned forward again, her breath hot against the shell of your ear.

As the woman behind you became more determined, the rhythm became slowly more relentless, making you lean forward and reach for Sevika's lips. She met you eagerly, her hands traveling along your sides, exploring every curve with an almost possessive need. Her lips were warm, her kisses hungry. It was as though she wanted to mark you as hers with every brush of her lips, every press of her fingertips.

Each thrust of Ambessa's hips pushed you closer to Sevika, your body molding against hers. A low, guttural sound escaped your lips as Sevika’s strong hands roamed across your back and down your thighs, leaving a trail of warmth and sparks in their wake. Her grip tightened suddenly, her nails digging into your skin, the slight edge of pain grounding you further in the moment.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Sevika muttered against your lips, her voice rough and thick with desire. Her hands slid lower, brushing against the fabric of your clothing before finding the warmth of your skin beneath. She tilted her head to the side, giving you better access to her neck as you continued to kiss and mark her. Leaving a trail of faint red where your lips and teeth had claimed her.

Ambessa's voice broke through again. "You're beautiful like this, little one," she said, her words wrapping around you.. Her hands moved in sync with her thrusts, her grip harden as she picked up the pace. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the space, the atmosphere thick with heat and longing.

Sevika's hands suddenly shifted, her fingers trailing between your thighs. Her touch was hot as her fingers moved in gentle, teasing circles, her smirk widening when you let out a sharp moan. "That's it," she murmured, her voice lower now, laced with satisfaction. "You're doing so well for us."

Ambessa's pace quickened, her strength shining in every thrust. Each push from her brought you closer to Sevika, your body pressing against hers as though trying to merge with her completely. The sensation of both of their hands on you: Ambessa's steady grip on your hips and Sevika's teasing touch, was overwhelming in the best way. It felt like they were both guiding you, their movements perfectly in sync.

Your lips found Sevika's again, your kiss messier this time, full of need. She groaned into your mouth, her hands gripping your waist tightly, almost possessively. The slight sting of her hold only heightened the intensity, making you melt further against her.

Ambessa's voice returned, softer now, yet still commanding. "Don't hold back, little one," she murmured, her eyes fixed on you with unwavering focus. "Let us hear you."

Sevika’s fingers pushed deeper against your clit, her touch perfectly timed with Ambessa’s movements. You clung to Sevika, your hands tangling in her hair as you pressed kisses along her jaw and down to her chest, leaving marks wherever your lips landed. Her fingers slipped inside your folds as well, causing a strained moan from your lips. Oh how good it felt. Her fingers began to go deeply inside of you constantly hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly.

Noticing this, with jealousy that your attention was focused towards sevika other than her, a switch flipped inside of her. She pushed your upper body down onto the other woman's chest as she hoisted your hips up. You cried from underneath her, staining Sevika's chest with your tears and drool as she fucked you into ecstasy.

Ambessa kept pounding into you, her huge thumb rubbing your clit. “Just like this, little one? Only i could fuck you this way, nobody else can make you cry like this.” Ambessa chuckled as you nodded in response.

You cried once more before Ambessa thrusted into you, hips slamming hard against yours. Trying your best to continue your kisses and bites that you were leaving on Sevika's chest, moving forward with each relentless thrust. To silent your moans you began to suck on her tits, swirling your tongue around her nipples.

Ambessa leaned her head back as she continued her pace. Biting away her moans as she gripping your hips so hard that it was definitely going to leave bruises the next day. She groaned silently, "Fuck, so tight around me"

“Little one, can you beg for me again?” she whispered soft as she leaned over towards you, your back against her large frame. You couldn’t respond as you were too busy sucking on the chest that was infront of you, hearing her low soft moans. Ambessa noticed this and directed a hit on your ass, getting your attention immediately. And once she got you to stop, she caressed the spot where she spanked you. Gosh you didn’t know she was into spanking. This makes the situation you were in much better. Remembering what her words were you spoke again.

"Fuck me like you did earlier, harder this-"

Out of nowhere Sevika's lips captured yours roughly. She sat up her warm chest against yours, her arms around your waist. Ambessa was shocked to say the least but she didn't stop. No, she wanted to see where this could go.

With a smirk, Sevika began to fondle your chest harshly, her lips mouthing down your neck and towards your hardened nipples. Through the thin fabric of the lingerie, she took one of them into her mouth and sucking on it. Just like you did to her. She looked up at you. "Just wanted to return the favor, sweetheart."

Tears began to fill your eyes as you began to feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. But it felt different this time. There was more pressure building up. With a cock slowly antagonizing your folds, Sevika's fingers buried inside you as she rubbed your clit and now her mouth on your chest. It felt like a dream. Sadly it was too good to be true.

Just before you could reach your climax, Ambessa stopped her pace, pulling out of you completely. Sevika followed suit as well, her fingers left a void inside your folds and her lips were no longer on you. She looked at you with a teasing smirking face. No way this wasn't planned, they both stopped at the same time.

"My dear," the women behind you spoke, clearly talking to Sevika. She leaned against your back as she hungrily pushed her lips against the other woman. Both of them were moaning softly against each others lips, it was a scene to behold. You were caught in between them as they ravished one another, tongues dancing within their mouths for the upper hand.

Ambessa began to slowly cupping her mounds, pinching her sensitive nubs as their kiss began to be more needy. Saliva began to build up on their lips as sevika began to slightly drool down her chin. 'Not fair, not at all'. You thought. They were leaving you empty, with nothing to do but stare.

You sat there watching, unable to do anything at all. Starting to whine, as you lazily tried to bring Ambessa's hand towards you.

"Don't do anything, Darling," The taller woman whispered into your ear as she momentarily stopped before continuing her ravishing attack on Sevika's now swollen lips. Ambessa bite her lips with such force that it drew blood. "Stop suppressing your moans, my dear. I wanna hear you"

A strained moan erupted through Sevika's lips immediately as Ambessa pulled her closer. You were now being smushed between them. The heat that was radiating from all three of your bodies was unbearable.

Ambessa's hands were now roaming your chest, pinching your nipple as well. You leaned back towards her rough shoulders in pleasure. The rough material of her sports bra, moved against your back. You began to buck your hips backwards trying to get the emptiness feeling a inside of you a start-up.

"Fucking hate you" the younger of the two whispered against her lips. Smirking, trying to get a reaction from the elder. But it wasnt enough. You were sitting there right between them when it happened, close enough to feel the tension crackling in the air like a storm about to break.

Smack.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room, starting you into a shock stillness. Sevika's hand was still raised, trembling slightly while Ambessa remained perfectly still her head turned from the force of the strike.

You could feel the weight of their gazes, the anger in sevika's eyes and the dangerous calm in Ambessa's. Slowly she straightened, her smirk returning, though her expression now carried a hungry edge.

"Well," she drawled, her voice low and rich, making your skin prickle. her eyes flicked to yours for the briefest moment, and you swore you saw amusement. Leaning closer to Sevika, her arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Ha! Didn't think you had it in you," Ambessa chuckled her fingers tracing the spot where Sevika's hand had landed, savoring the sting feeling.

Her voice dipped lower, you could barely breath as her voice coiled the air between like smoke. "Careful, my dear. A move like that could lead to...dire consequences."

"Oh come on, you bitch!" sevika whispered against her lips slightly, pushing at Ambessa's shoulder causing her to let go of her hold on you. Unbelievable. You looked at sevika with worry, knowing that Ambessa doesn't like to be told the opposite of what she wants to hear. In this case, it was disobedience. However, it was weird to see her be amused like this.

Ambessa chuckled softly, as she moved behind you, her steps slow. You turned instinctively, your heart pounding as she settled herself on the bed leaning against the headboard. Her legs spread with a casual confidence, and her hand patted her lap with an air of command, her eyes locked onto yours.

“Come here,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated, caught in the lustful moment. Before you could take crawl towards her, Sevilla turned, her sharp gaze slicing through the air as she grabbed you firmly by the waist. Pulling you back against her.

“No,” Sevika said firmly, her voice a warning, hinted with a softer, almost pleading tone.

Ambessa mirrored her response, her smirk widening as if this was all a game to her. “No?” she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. “We’ll see about that.”

With an ease that defied her strength, Ambessa leaned forward, her arm snaking around your waist with a controlled grip. You barely had a moment to react before she lifted you effortlessly and placed you on her lap, holding you there with an authority that made your breath catch.

Her gaze flicked to Sevika, daring her to act, while her other hand rested lightly on your back, keeping you steady. “Comfortable?” Ambessa asked, her smirk now a full grin, as if she already knew the answer.

Sevika’s jaw tightened, her hand still outstretched as though she might reach for you again. The tension in the room was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unrelenting stares.

Ambessa leaned back into the pillows for a moment, her arms spread out along the headboard as if she owned the entire room. Which she did. Her gaze was sharp, predatory, as it settled on Sevika. A slow, knowing smirk played on her lips as she issued her next command.

“Sevika,” she said, her voice smooth, yet laced with the kind of challenge that made your heart race. “Come here.”

Sevika froze, her body tensing visibly. She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she held her ground. “Are you fucking crazy?” she shot back, her voice edged with disbelief and anger.

Ambessa’s laughter was rich, almost mocking, as she shifted slightly forward. Her eyes glinted with amusement. Like it was a game. “Oh, I’ve been called worse,” she said, her smirk widening. “But let me make one thing clear, I love putting people in their place.”

She straightened, her presence overwhelming as her words cut through the tension in the room. “And tonight, I think I’ll start with you.”

Her gaze flicked down to you briefly, and her expression softened just enough to make the contrast with her earlier tone striking. “You,” she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm, “always do what you’re told. Why wouldn’t you? I take care of you. I make sure you’re safe, comfortable—everything you need, I provide.”

Her words sent a ripple of emotion through you, but the moment was fleeting. Ambessa’s attention snapped back to Sevika, her voice sharpening like the crack of a whip.

Without warning, Ambessa sat up on the bed. You couldn’t help but feel small under her towering presence as she closed the distance between herself and Sevika. She stopped inches away, leaning down until her hands rested on her knees, her face mere inches from the younger. Her eyes burned with intensity, and the air in the room grew heavy, charged with hot tension.

“You’ve got a fire in you,” Ambessa murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “But let’s see if you can follow a simple instruction.”

Sevika glared back, her defiance unwavering, but the slight hitch in her breath betrayed her unease. Ambessa reached out, her hand swift and firm as she gripped her chin, tilting her head up with an rough precision. The gesture was primal, and the air between them was suffocating. You could only watch as Ambessa’s thumb brushed against her jawline.

“Get me the other strap,” Ambessa ordered, her voice calm but with a bite that made it clear she wasn’t asking. She tilted her head toward the nightstand without breaking her gaze, her smirk returning as she studied Sevika’s reaction.

For a moment, the room was still, the air thick with defiance and control. Sevika’s eyes darted to the object on the nightstand, then back to Ambessa’s unyielding stare. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

Ambessa’s gaze didn’t waver as she held Sevika’s chin firmly in her grip. Her voice, broke the heavy silence. “Put it on,” she said, the words clipped but carrying an undeniable weight.

Sevika’s jaw clenched under her hand, her defiance flickering like a flame that refused to be extinguished. But even she seemed to understand the futility of resistance. With a sharp breath, she reached for the glowing device on the nightstand.

Ambessa released her chin with a satisfied smirk, her attention shifting back to you. In one swift motion, she moved back to her spot, pulled you onto her lap once again. Her arm wrapping securely around your waist.

“Now,” Ambessa continued, her voice like velvet over steel, “Come here. Sit behind my darling here.”

Sevika paused, the device still in her hand as her eyes darted to you, then back to Ambessa. “You can’t be serious,” she muttered, though there was a hesitance in her voice that hadn’t been there before.

Ambessa chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in her chest. “Oh, I’m very serious,” she replied, her smirk growing as her free hand rested lightly on your shoulder, a silent reminder of her control over the situation. “Do as you’re told, Sevika. Or would you like me to remind you why I’m the one in charge?”

The challenge hung in the air, thick and unrelenting. For a moment, you could feel Sevika’s internal battle, her grip tightening on the strap. But then, with a reluctant sigh, she moved. Slowly, she approached the two of you, her movements cautious as though she were trying to maintain some semblance of control in a situation that had clearly slipped from her grasp.

As Sevika settled behind you, her proximity added another layer to the already charged atmosphere. Ambessa’s smirk widened, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur meant for you alone.

“See?” she said softly, her words laced with amusement. “Everything falls into place, just as it should.” As if she was pondering her discussion just now, it was a like a light bulb switched on her face.

"Actually, Little one" She spoke into your ear as she caressing your hair with her big hands. Your eyes widened at her request, almost murmuring a no. However you knew better. Settling beside the woman, you shyly ushered sevika to sit on Ambessa's lap.

Hesitantly but surely she did, as she was told.

Sevika reached down again with her hand to line the glowy cock with her folds. Slowly, she lowered herself down, pausing briefly when the tip pushed inside. Once it was inside, she grabbed Ambessa's thighs, as she sunk down on the cock. Her mouth open as each inch filled her completely. The initial stretch burned for a short second, but after that she had to take a moment to adjust to the girth.

Her nails digging into her thick and muscular thighs. She leaned towards you, kissing you of the lips as a hand pushed her towards you at an angle. Arching her back deliciously. Slowly, the woman began to bounce of her length already getting used to the feeling, as her own strap followed the movements. Moaning into your lips as every time Ambessa's hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck." she breathed out.

"That's it, be a good girl and cum on my cock" Ambessa gripping her hips tightly, as she began to bounce the woman at her own accord. With each thrust the wet noises that came from her folds grew louder. It was a nice thing to hear, someone who wasn't you crumbling against her.

part three?

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