#if you ever wanna ask me about Hyrule I will happily answer

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I am in love with your link between Links Hyrule. He's just the cutest, sweetest thing and the character design is immaculate. The details on his wings are so intricate and gorgeous, and I don't care if his hair is "weird," it looks good on him! Every time I read your posts about him, I have to appreciate the amount of thought you put into him, because you have a reason for every decision you made on why he is the way that he is. I'm just soaking it all up over here because that's the stuff.

Fhkdbdkdbdkd thank you so much aaahh 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 I love Hyrule so much he’s like, my fav boy rn. I put a lot of thought into his story, which is funny cuz his story is the most vague out of all the Links! He’s just my little sgrugly. He’s my baby. I love him sm fr

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Could I please ask for Sub!Four with hypno kink? Poor guy has too many thoughts in his head with the Colors... But Reader wouldn't mind taking them away for a bit of fun ;)

You absolutely can! Subby boys are my jam!

What are the personalities of the colors? Like I can't find it anywhere and I'm trying to be very strategic when writing four that I don't have to include them right away-

ANYWAY-

(I'm currently out of town so I'm posting my stocked drafts. I'm not ignoring my asks or the reblogs I wanna add to, I'm just not near a computer where I can answer them properly.)

Smut so 18+, MDNI

Smut CW: Hypnosis, Sub! Four, Dom! Reader, AFAB Reader

He was going to need to re-evaluate the amount of trust he put in you.

Honestly.

This might've been pushing his limit just a bit. He probably wouldn't have even considered this should he have not been so enamored by you. He wasn't even sure the absolute chokehold you had on him was enough to keep him on his place on the bed.

"My jewel, you know I would never doubt you-" Never. Never in a million years. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth. "But, are you sure about this?"

This was insane.

You nodded happily nonetheless, weaving a delicate gold chain around your fingers. The clock hooked to the chain swung hypnotically beneath your hand, picking up a steady tempo as it rocked back and forth. It entranced him, making his eyes follow it's every move--despite all the voices screaming at him to do otherwise. To pry his attention away from the pendulum and instead focus on you. But this was what you wanted. You wanted to see if you could hold his ever moving focal point on one thing. You wanted all of his attention on you and you alone.

And while he never wanted it to be on anything other than perfect, divine you, it was a struggle to get everyone's attention on one place. One would be off, worried about enemies lurking in the trees. Another would go off on tangents about how beautiful your eyes were and how he could get so lost in them within moments. Another was reminding him of all the ways you had been whimpering beneath him, crying for his every move. Another was cataloguing your outfit and every bit of it that he could mend or better or-

It was a lot getting everyone's attention on one point.

You figured this may help in the very least. And whatever you wanted, he would give. Anything at all. If you wanted someone slain in your name, it would be done. If you wanted the kingdom of Hyrule to fall before you, it would just be a moment. If you wanted to strip him of his will, to make him nothing but a mindless servant for you to use?

Your wish is his command.

The clock kept his attention as he felt his raging psyche gently melt away. One by one, each of the colors settled into nothing, their voices shutting down and falling away. For the first time in a long time, there was silence around him. He didn't even notice you pulling the watch away, settling it down before you were gently cupping his chin with a hand.

"-ear me, my love?"

You were asking him something. Could he hear you maybe? Either way he nodded. It was all so blissfully quiet. All he could see was you. Everlasting, exquisite, paradisical you. Treating him like fine glass, you touch was never anything more than positively featherlight, gently tracing the lines of his jaw and neck.

He nodded slowly. It felt like someone had laid a blanket over his busy mind, clouding it in a layer of pure mindlessly feeling. He could feel the cotton of the blanket beneath him (Why were you sleeping with something so rough? He would need to replace it right away.), the give of the pillows stationed behind him (Those were too flat, you deserved only the best.), even the feeling of the mattress beneath him (It was so firm. How would you be expected to sleep soundly when it felt like a freaking rock beneath him?! How had he never noticed this before?!). Things he never would've thought of before were now jumping out at him only to flit away in the blink of an eye.

Anything he previously found issues with simply fell away at the feeling of your touch on his leg. It started at his knee, igniting a fire in it's wake, before trailing up his thigh and towards his pelvis. His entire being lit up, nerves firing to life, sending impulse after impulse to his brain, overloading it with just the knowledge of you. The way you smelled, the way you felt, the way you were so close he could feel your breath against his shoulder as your fingers brushed along his shaft.

His nerves clenched, as if to jump at the action, but the action never came. No, instead, he laid there limply. Morphing himself to your every whim.

It was different, to have someone else take the forefront. Even when one of the colors was in charge, he was still there. With this, he was completely giving himself to you.

And what better way was there to show his absolute devotion to you?

He couldn't think of any other way. Actually, he couldn't think of any thing as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, thumbing the head of his cock to spread the bulbing precum down the skin.

"-hats it, Link. Just let me do the thinking for you."

He'd let you do anything to him. Absolutely anything. You could say jump and he'd say how high.

His entire body was yours to use and manipulate, anything you so wished.

Your hand moved, making his thighs tense in anticipation. Some sort of whine left his lips as his every sense was overloaded with just you. His muscles coiled like a viper, tight and poised to snap at any moment. His eyes burned as tears collected in the corners of his eyes, feeling too overstimulated to do anything but without any of the relief of release.

It was nothing but pure pressure building in his gut as you sped up your ministrations. The coil was tightening further, and further just begging to snap and give him any form of release. He would take anything at this point but he would never dare disobey you.

"Cum for me, Link."

The coil snapped as his hips bucked up to meet your hang, thick, viscous strands burning like magma against his skin before cooling enough he gave himself goosebumps. Flashes of white blinded him from behind his eyelids as he jolted and cried, fat pearls of tears trailing down his cheeks as drool shined against his lips.

Everything was abuzz, his skin feeling too hot to the touch, as you retracted your hand. A part of him wanted to beg and plead for your touch once more, but another part knew that it would do nothing but burn his nerves wit overstimulation (He'd leave that for another day).

The first thing that came back to him from any of the colors was one simple thought.

'Holy Shit, dude.'

[scaredofheroin]

Captain N - Chapter 17: Step into my Ring

Zelda took the map for herself, not entirely trusting Pit or Falco to not get the group lost. With her eyes glued to the map, she guided the other three out of the park and back into the city. Captain N walked further behind the group, his eyes anxiously searching the rooftops. Despite the chaos that ensued that morning at Peach's Castle, it looks like none of the Koopa or Waddle Dees or Kremlings got a description of him or any of his allies. The sinister forces atop the buildings patrolled as uniform as diligent as ever, clutching their advanced spears close. It was difficult for Captain N to get a good look at the spears from such a distance, not to mention the need to remain inconspicuous, so he peered at them from out of the corners of his eyes. The spears seemed to be made of some kind of white metal, with a glowing blue interior. The tips of the spears also glowed blue slightly, and he could tell the goons held the tip away from them. Perhaps the spears could shoot laser blasts? It would hardly be surprising at this point. Captain N also thought it was strange that the Kremlings that attacked New Leaf Town weren't wielding such weaponry. Perhaps the spears weren't constructed yet, or they didn't expect to need too heavy firepower when on the assault of that small town. Whatever the reason may be, it's more than likely that further reinforcements would wield this more advanced armaments. Captain N kept his head down as he followed the three, navigating the maze-like streets of New Donk City. Even with her face buried in the map, Zelda was able to gracefully weave in between the surrounding commuters and effortlessly navigate around corners and across intersections. Falco and Pit struggled a bit more to match her pace, bumping into the odd businessperson. As Captain N drew the irritation of other people, all he could offer was a quick, meek "Sorry!" as he attempted to keep up with the other three.

The further Zelda led the group on, the quieter the road to the right became. Captain N also noticed that foot traffic lightened as well, and the occasional passerby was dressed more casually than the suit and tie worn by the businesspeople. The buildings towering above them gradually shrank in size, from skyscrapers to being about five stories tall. It seemed that they were moving away from main street and were getting closer to the residential area of the city. Between the shoulders of the chatting Pit and Falco, Captain N spotted a mother and father holding the hands of their young son as they walked down the opposite side of the street. The young boy happily skipped down the sidewalk while his parents struggled slightly to keep up with him. Seeing this happy display inflicted a pang of homesickness onto Captain N, reminding him of his own family in his home world. His mind wandered to what they could be doing right now. Were they panicking, wondering why he never came home? Were they idly going about their day, confident that he was just running a little late? Were they coming to terms with the idea that he could be dead? The more his mind raced, the more he drifted away from the three in front of him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered how he never even got to say a meaningful goodbye to his mom and dad. Despite how similar he looked to everyone around him, he knew he didn't belong. Pit's wings, Zelda's pointed ears and Falco's... avian physique made him feel even more alien. If only he knew that all this would happen. If only he knew he would get transported as far away from home as he possibly could be. Maybe then he would have gone to Homecoming. Maybe then he would have asked Sarah Thompson in Geometry class to Prom. Maybe then he would've went to the movies or the skate park or the shake shack with friends. But now all those days were wasted. The years he spent alone in his room reading comic books instead of spending time with his mom and dad or friends at school now haunted him. Now he'll possibly never get back home. Maybe he'll be trapped in this strange world for the rest of his life...

...No.

He wiped away the tears accumulating in his eyes and sucked in a deep breath of air.

He's seen things that he would have called impossible last week. Magic, Gods and Goddesses, animal people, animal people, laser weapons, disappearing castles, and so much more. He got to this world from his own, surely it's possible for him to go back home. It has to be possible to jump dimensions to go back home.

It has to be.

"Hi there, would you like to sign my petition?"

Captain N was snapped out of his mental turmoil to face the voice that just addressed him. The man he was met with was tall, wore sunglasses, a black trench coat, a blue shirt, jeans and combat boots. He also had short, thin red hair with a small goatee and was holding a clipboard. The confusion on Captain N's face was apparently visible, as the man held out his clipboard for him to see. The clipboard contained a petition with only two signatures and was titled "PETITION: To make whiney princesses watch violent movies". "Uh, I really can't. I've got somewhere to be." Captain N awkwardly answered, turning away to continue walking. "Look, just sign the stupid petition. I've got stuff to do." The man insisted, stepping closer to him as he held out the petition. Captain N stepped back, almost stumbling over the curb onto the road. "Look, I've just gotta-." "There you are!" Pit's voice suddenly rang. The two looked over and found Pit, Falco and Zelda standing at the nearby crosswalk. "Try to keep up, Cap! You could've gotten lost without the map!" Falco reminded him. Captain N nodded, and the man held out his clipboard at them. "Wanna sign my petition?" He offered. Zelda's face soured upon reading it, and Falco's answer was a blunt "Can't, busy.". The man grew more visibly irritated, but Pit yanked Captain N away before he could make another demand of the four. "Hope you get those signatures soon!" Pit yelled over his shoulder and Zelda buried her face in the map and continued on. Captain N could spot the man groan impatiently before walking in the opposite direction to haggle more people. Making an effort to match the pace of his three teammates, Captain N could sense Zelda wasn't in a good mood as she read the map. Reaching another intersection, he and Zelda met eyes for a brief moment as she looked around the streets, where he quickly averted his gaze, wanting to avoid any awkwardness. "I'm not whiney, you know." Zelda suddenly shot at him. "I know, I know!" Captain N quickly defended himself. "I don't know, she can be a real-" "Where should we go next?" Pit suddenly interrupted Falco. Zelda huffed to herself, scanned the road signs, and answered "This way." before marching on.

Awkward silence was shared between the four for the remainder of the trek. After not too long, the four found themselves in front of an unassuming gym with an aged sign on top reading "Doc's Gym". From the outside, it didn't seem very lively. The lights were on inside, but little else indicated the building was currently occupied. "Should we knock?" Captain N asked. "Knock the door on a gym?" Falco rhetorically asked back. After rolling his eyes slightly, Falco shoved the doors to the gym. Blasted with a wave of cooled air, the four were met with a makeshift boxing ring in the center of the gym currently occupied by two people, with weightlifting and other exercise equipment stored around the sides. Aside from a small office, a bathroom and a storage room, little else was inside the gym. The smaller man, wearing a black tank top, green shorts and boxing gloves seemed to be practicing boxing against the bigger man, wearing blue sweatpants and a red sweater. The smaller man turned his focus from the bigger man to the four intruders, whereupon the bigger man landed a hit on his shoulders. "Don't get distracted, Mac." The man instructed him, slight teasing in his tone. Rubbing his shoulder slightly, the smaller man nodded and grabbed his water bottle for a quick refreshment. "What brings you all to my humble establishment?" The bigger man asked the four. "So you're Doc?" Captain N asked him. "Doc Louis, that's what people call me." He introduced himself, wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Say, I feel like I've seen you two before." Doc Louis noted, eyeing Pit and Zelda. "Well, I'm Pit, captain of Lady Palutena's royal guard!" Pit introduced himself. "That's it! I knew the wings were familiar." Doc Louis snapped his fingers. "And I am... Zelda of Hyrule." Zelda spoke up after some hesitation, removing her hat to better reveal her visage. Doc Louis's eyes widened from sheer surprise. "My apologies, your highness!" He clumsily responded as he hastily bowed out of respect. "What'd she say her name was?" Mac spoke up from the opposite end of the boxing ring, wiping his mouth. "Show some respect, she's a princess!" Doc Louis whispered at him, still bowing. Zelda nervously laughed as she waved her hand. "Such formalities aren't necessary this day." she dismissed. With some hesitation, Doc Louis carefully met her gaze, along with Mac walking up to meet them. "So who're you two?" Mac asked Captain N and Falco. "Name's Falco. Star Fox Squadron, you heard of 'em?" Falco answered. "Didn't they disappear?" Doc Louis asked him. "I had to stay back because I 'wasn't fit for piloting an Arwing'." He said, making quotation marks with his fingers. With a simple "Hm", their eyes turned to Captain N. "So... who're you?" Doc Louis asked him. "Well... I'm Captain N, the guy the prophecy was talking about." He said, trying to make that sound as official as he could. Mac snorted as he tried to hide a smirk. "That old bedtime story?" He asked, incredulously. Captain N drew his Zapper and showed it off to the two. "If that's what you wanna call it.".

Mac and Doc Louis froze and looked at each other, sharing a silent conversation through their eyes alone. After coming through a seeming understanding, the two turned back to Captain N. "...No joke?" Doc Louis asked Captain N. "Well, I don't picture Raiden as any kind of comedian." Captain N remarked. "Lady Palutena can be pretty funny, though!" Pit piped up. Taking in the prestige of those before them, the two boxers felt more humbled than ever before in their lives. "So... what's an angel, star pilot, Princess and chosen one doing here?" Doc Louis asked. "Apart from being the setup to a bad joke, we're looking for Ryu. We were told he could be found here." Falco answered. Mac chuckled slightly rubbing his forehead. "I could've guessed that. You wouldn't believe how insistent the paparazzi are in getting a one-on-one with that guy." He mused. "He's out now, doing who-knows-what. He'll probably come back here for his stuff before leaving again.". He continued, motioning to only a white punching bag laying on the ground in the corner. "Would you know when he'll be returning?" Zelda asked. Doc Louis shrugged in response. "Nope. Guy's a mystery. Never really opens up about his daily routine.". "The longer he's gone the better." Mac grumbled to himself. Doc Louis let out a hearty laugh, overhearing Mac. "Don't mind him, Little Mac's just sore after their last sparring session." Doc Louis informed them. Captain N could tell he meant that figuratively and literally, spotting some bruises on Little Mac's chest.

"If he's gonna be a while, mind if we crash here until he shows up?" Falco asked, earning a slight scowl from Zelda. Before she could scold him for intruding on them like this, Doc Louis answered with "It would be an honor." with great esteem. Little Mac climbed out of the boxing ring and sat down on a nearby bench, resting up. "Thank you." Zelda politely thanked him as Falco and Pit idly walked around the small gym. Captain N took this opportunity to rest his legs, and sat against a wall near a row of punching bags hanging from the ceiling. "You sure we're not intruding? I'd hate to be a bother." he asked Doc Louis. "Don't worry, as long as none of you break anything we'll be fine." he answered. "You hear that, Falco? No breaking anything." Pit teasingly reminded Falco, where he responded with rolling his eyes. "I'll try not to." He sarcastically said. Zelda sat down on a bench on the other side of the gym, sitting straight up as she breathed deeply in and out with her eyes closed. He didn't want to disturb her meditating, so Captain N slumped down against the wall, soaking in the period of rest. Little Mac took this opportunity to rest as well, moving over to Captain N. "So what's your story?" He asked him, drawing him out of his slight drowsiness. Captain N shrugged noncommittally before answering.

"I was just, suddenly brought here by the Bowser's airships using those laser cannons." Captain N explained.

"What do you mean 'brought here'?" Little Mac asked.

"...Well, I'm actually from another world."

"You mean like Corneria?"

"No, I mean like... a different universe."

Little Mac only responded with an incredibly confused face, before shaking his head and dismissing the question.

"So what do you need with Ryu?"

"Mac, that ain't none of your business. Now get back in here, break's over." Doc Louis spoke up from inside the ring. Little Mac nodded, got back on his feet with a slight groan and climbed back inside the boxing ring. "In case any of you are hungry, I've got some chocolate bars in the cabinet over there." Doc Louis offered to the four, pointing to a cabinet near the office. Captain N politely declined, Zelda didn't seem to hear him, still meditating, but Pit and Falco hurried over to the cabinet and rifled through its contents, evidently incredibly hungry. "Try not to eat all of 'em." Captain N advised the two, which Falco responded to with "Mind your own business.", still focused on finding the chocolate. "Don't worry, I've got more stashed in other places." Doc Louis waved off. He put his arms up, Little Mac steadied his form like a boxer, and began practicing against Doc Louis. Captain N watched Little Mac closely, analyzing the boxer's technique. While he was lacking in physical strength compared to Little Mac, Captain N figured he could still put up a decent fight if he knew how to fight. Little Mac weaved about, swiftly dodging Doc Louis's jabs. When given an opening, Little Mac would quickly strike Doc Louis with either a jab or hook. Doc Louis seemed to be going easy on Little Mac, as Captain N could tell he was reacting slower to Little Mac's strikes slower than he should be able to. Falco and Pit finally retreated from the cabinet, each holding two or three chocolate bars in each hand. Captain N gave them an unimpressed look as they sat down. "What? I barely had breakfast!" Pit defended himself, mouth half full of chocolate. Captain N relented, remembering how Pit was the only one who didn't get to enjoy the delicious waffles for breakfast that morning.

"So are you training for the World Warrior Tournament?" Captain N asked Doc Louis from outside the ring. "You betcha. Mac here's gonna need all the training he can get if he's gonna go toe-to-toe against those guys." Doc Louis answered, still focused on training Little Mac. Zelda seemed to be finished with her meditation, and opened her eyes and relaxed her form against the bench. Little conversation was shared outside the ring, with the four watching the boxing session closely. Little Mac's demeanor remained mostly determined, but apparently the notable guests watching him seemed to be feeling some performance anxiety. Doc Louis didn't relent, and Little Mac seemed to be slowing down. But for the briefest moment when Doc Louis changed his stance, Little Mac took the opportunity to knock him down, hitting the floor of the ring with a loud thump. Captain N was at first concerned for his condition, but was assuaged with Doc Louis heartily laughing. "That's the spirit, Mac!" He congratulated him, where Little Mac smiled gratefully and helped Doc Louis back on his feet. "You paying attention, Cap?" Doc Louis asked Captain N. "Yeah, that was impressive stuff." He said. "Well, it's only gonna get tougher from here, and you're gonna need to learn to fight if you're gonna give those Koopa thugs what-for." Doc Louis reminded him. "But he's got us with him! Those goons don't stand a chance!" Pit declared. "Yeah, that's right." Doc Louis chuckled. Suddenly, the doors to the gym opened, and in stepped a large, muscular man wearing a white martial arts outfit with a black belt and red headband. Pit sprung up, and Falco and Zelda got up to meet him. "Captain N, meet Ryu!" Pit introduced him to the newcomer.