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sftykth · 6 months ago

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milk and cookies ⟢ anakin skywalker ii.

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╭ summary: your doll like face will be the end of anakin skywalker he was sure of it. however he must stay away from his disturbing thoughts as he was only your sugar daddy, and you two had agreed on a deal, no physical contact. Though for how long can you both resist the temptation?

╭ pairing: y/n x anakin skywalker

╭ genre: college au!, gap age (y/n is 20, anakin is 42), sugar daddy

╭ a/n: here’s part two of the series:) let me know what you think! any ideas of what you may wanna see, my requests are always open:)

part i

You huffed at the lack of notifications on your phone.

It has been officially two weeks since the last time you had spoken to Mr Skywalker. There was no messages, no calls, absolutely nothing. Your tendencies to please people made you overthink the worst, did he not like you? Were you not pretty enough for him. Shaking your head, you knew that could not have been the case. Though you could not shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You debated if you should reach out first, it was a Friday night and you were incredibly bored.

Reaching for your phone, you chewed on your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Thoughts racing your head, thinking of what you could say to him. Keeping it simple and short would be best, you thought.

May 2024

[Dollface] hey how are you?

[Sky] Hello, dollface. I'm alright why are you texting me this late at night. No plans for the youngsters hm?

[Dollface] uhh nopee. i wanted to ask you something..

[Sky] Go on. Don't be shy now.

[Dollface] um well you hadn't messaged me at all, did you decide i wasn't up for the role or something..

You slightly cringed at your desperation, but something about him just made you so needy for his attention. You wanted it, no you needed it.

[Sky] I do remember we both agreed to the deal, no?

[Dollface] well yeah.. but its been two weeks i just thought

[Sky] There has been no reason for me to do so. My next event is not until next Saturday which I will send more details over near the date.

[Dollface] oh i see yeah that makes sense haha sorry i will leave you be now.

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You felt something wet hit your cheek, you didn't even realize you were crying. The cold attitude was something you didn't expect to receive, though you should have knew better. You were always so senstive to people's feelings towards you, always wanting them to like you, doing anything in your power to please them.

Wiping the tears that had managed to escape, you threw your phone to side as you laid down on your bed. You didn't understand him, some moments he seemed to be kind and then other times he seemed so harsh and cold. You wrapped your arms around you, craving warmth as you mind couldn't stop creating thoughts upon thoughts of why he was so mean. Falling asleep that night was near impossible.

One week had passed since you reached out to Mr Skywalker, or your sugar daddy you could say. It felt like a painfully slow week, barely managing to attend your classes not really having much motivation. The nerves on attending the event had kept you up most nights, wondering how will it plan out. Your head perked up at the ding coming from your phone, rushing to your desk you saw the name which made you feel so many emotions at once.

[Sky] Good evening, Dollface. I hope I'm not interrupting you, I just wanted to let you know the details of the event tomorrow.

[Dollface] hey! no no i wasn't doing much. and yes of course

[Sky] Good. Luckily, the event is a local one so travel will not be far. We are promoting a new product so many important figures will be there, so formal outwear is a must for this case. Most importantly, do not be late.

[Dollface] yes i understand Mr Skywalker, what is the address of this place?

[Sky] No need. My driver and I will pick you up at eight o'clock sharp.

A relieved sigh left my lips, having some form of knowledge on the event slightly eased my nerves or perhaps it was the fact I got to speak to him. You shake your head, you shouldn't be feeling this way towards a man who only is there to pay you essentially.

Now you had a major task up your sleeve, try and find something fancy enough. Oh God. You thought, this is going to be difficult seen as your wardrobe was made up of tiny skirts and dresses. You had always preferred clothes that revealed your figure, not really finding the problem in lengths. Though you were determined not to disappoint the man, and rushed to find something that will be acceptable enough.

Twenty minutes. That is how long you had before Mr Skywalker picks you up. You had managed to find a dress that you had long tucked away, a dress you mother had gifted you on your eighteen birthday, saying how you were finally a lady and should dress like one. You remember rolling your eyes at her, never understanding why she found your style to be such a big deal.

Glancing up at the mirror, a big smile crossed your face. The long black gown hugged your figure in every right place, a flower pattern embroidered in the material, paired with some black heels. It was quite see through which did cause a slight doubt in your head but you pushed it away, it surely wouldn't be that much of a problem. Typically, you would have your hair straightened but for tonight you had put it in nice curls, your make up enhancing your docile features even more.

You could only hope he also thought you looked pretty. Cursing yourself for once again thinking about him so much but at this point you could not stop your little mind.

A knock was heard from the downstairs, it must be him. You quickly rushed downstairs, not faring to be a second late. Opening the door it felt like your breath was knocked out of you. There he stood towering over you, his dark blonde curls perfectly styled. A giddy feeling had crept in at the fact you were unintentionally matching, him in a full black suit.

He raised his eyebrow once his eyes had landed on you. Giving you a look over, "You look different." Was all he said before turning around and walking to the car parked in front of us. Your lip quivered, what did he even mean by that. Glancing down at yourself, you thought you looked pretty okay, yes it was very far from your usual style. Approaching the car you tried your hardest not to let out a sob, you didn't want to cry in front of him, he wouldn't understand your sensitive side, you thought.

The atmosphere inside the car was thick, you tightened your arms around yourself. Not a single word had been spoken between you, you felt so uncomfortable. So much so you almost were tempted to stop the car and run as far away from him as possible.

A shake to your shoulder made you jump from your thoughts, arrived already? "We are here. Now remember we are here as a couple so try to be on your best behavior." he says before leaving the car. Getting out the car the slight breeze hit your legs, you should have brought a jacket with you.

You felt someones hand touch yours, you jolted at the touch as you saw he had intertwined your hands together. Your doe like eyes peered up at him, forgetting for a minute at the reason behind such intimate action. He only gave you a tight smile before leading the way towards the building, you could only hope your poor heart won't give up on you.

Entering the massive hall you were surrounded by what you could only assume other rich people. Instantly, a lady had come offering drinks you both had declined her. You were not prepared to get drunk in front of all these people, knowing your self your ass would act out. You were a very emotional drunk.

"Here comes Mr Windu, he is my main opponent at the minute. Always challenging my role, that idiot.." he rambled on, you listened quietly finding it slightly cute at the tiny frown that appeared on his face.

"Just don't say anything got it." you nodded in response, you were unsure what type of man Mr Windu was, you had heard of his role in the state wanting to take Mr Skywalker's position from what you heard on the radio.

"Well well, what do we have here. Mr Skywalker it is a pleasure to see you. Have come all prepared as per usual." the older man grinned as his eyes never left Mr Skywalkers's. You gulped at the intense eye contact between the two. Only for Windu's eyes to glance down at me, your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

His dark eyes looked you up and down, "Oh and what a delight do we have here. I don't think I have seen you here before. Last I seen it was the beautiful Mrs Amidala"

A twinge of pain crossed your chest for a second, you almost forgot about his wife, or ex wife you could say.

"There is no longer a Mrs, Mr windu. If you have forgotten I had divorced my wife long time ago" Mr Skywalker's voice was strained, you could tell he did not want to be speaking about his ex wife with the man right now.

"And this is my new Lady, if you could excuse us now," he tried to walk away but was stopped by the grip Windu had on my wrist,.

"Now now, there is no reason for such a rush leave. I only wanted to learn the name of this gorgeous being, Skywalker. Does she not speak for herself, hm." he questioned as his hold never left my wrist. You winced at the harsh hold, "It's Y/n" you whimpered in response.

Dropping your arm he smirked, "It was nice meeting you Y/n, and of course you too Mr Skywalker." Watching him walk away, a huge sigh left your body you didn't even realize you were holding your breath.

Turning your head sideways, Mr Skywalker was already staring at you. Blushing at the long stare he was giving you, you looked down at your shoes biting your lip. You felt a gentle tug at your chin, raising you to look at him. Glancing at his eyes, you could see concern?

"Are you alright dollface? He should not have dared to put his hands on you like that. No man should. Are you hurt?" his questions made your head dizzy. The unexpected concern for you made you feel something inside. Giving him a slight node, "I'm okay Mr Skywalker, thank you. I just didn't expect it is all."

"Please use Anakin, dollface. It is easier to say and I feel so old when people use my last name so often." he chuckled, reaching for your hand again he held tit so gently this time, giving it a small squeeze as he led the way towards the bar.

You couldn't help but grin at the affection he was suddenly giving you, the cold attitude from earlier fully wiped away. It almost gave you a whiplash. "Would you like something to drink, dollface?" he asked as he ordered himself a whiskey. "Maybe just a coke, please."

"Not a drinker huh?" he questioned, taking a seat to your left on the high stools. "Not really, I just hate how I get when I get drunk. So rather just not cause a scene." you gave him a nervous laugh, playing with the ends of your hair to distract yourself from the piercing eyes that belonged to such a handsome man.

"Oh? And what would that be, dollface?" he raised his eyebrow, eyes never leaving me. The use of the nickname made you gush inside, loving how it sounded coming from him. You debated whether you should answer him but the affections side he shown you made you feel comfortable enough for some reason.

"I-I just get very emotional.. I'm just sensitive when it comes to things I guess. Or well more so than others, my mother always told me I need to grow out of it. But that is the thing its just who I am. I can't change something like that" you rambled on, in that moment it felt almost right.

He hums, "You shouldn't feel like you need to change for anyone, dollface. I'm being serious you know, you need to embrace yourself for who you are whichever way that is." The way he spoke to you was so soft and nothing like before, you almost didn't recognize the man facing you.

"Thank you, Anakin I really do appreciate that." you gave him a big smile in return. His hand reached out and brushed a piece of hair from my face, tucking it behind your ear, you didn't even notice the gap that began to close as his face neared yours.

"Now what do we have here." A stern voice spoke out.

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year ago

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Risk Assessment

Don Eppes x Reader

Words: 3844

Part Two of Three

Summary: As your feelings for each other push boundaries you’d both set for yourselves a long time ago, Don distances himself during a tough case and you have to decide if your relationship is worth the risk.

Notes: I know it’s been a minute, but I haven’t forgotten about my Don fans out there (we are few, but we are powerful haha) I love this show and the brother dynamic and Don’s emotional complexity is just so fun to write. I will hopefully have the last part up at some point soon.

More Don: HERE

You took the stairs two at a time, heart beating out of your chest, and mind reeling. You didn’t hear the nurses asking you if you needed help over the panic in your head. All the news said was that there was a shootout between a suspect and FBI agents. Many casualties, including one agent in critical condition.

So when Megan called you that he’d be here, you’d almost gotten sick waiting in traffic. How she’d known to call you, you hadn’t given much thought to.

By the time you reached the right floor, you couldn’t breathe, your eyes were blurring with tears, and your legs wanted to give out. But you kept going.

Doctors rushed by with a gurney and all you saw was the blood.

You started to follow them.

He found you first.

Don put one hand on your shoulder to stop you from rushing after the gurney and one hand on your cheek to bring your eyes to his.

“Don,” you sobbed, shaking your head and blinking away tears, worried he’d be gone when you looked again. “I thought- I hadn’t heard anything and I-”

“I’m okay, baby. See?” He motioned to the bandaged cut on his forehead. “I’m fine. Just take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh my God,” you threw your arms around his neck. “Thank God. I saw the news and I just knew you were there. I had this awful feeling and then Megan…” You trailed off, burying your face in his neck.

Don nodded. “Megan told me she called you, but your connection got cut off.” He pulled back to kiss your forehead. “I’m sorry for worrying you, but I’m okay. I promise.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “I should have waited. Instead, I barged in here like, well, like the FBI.”

He led you over to some chairs where you could both sit, not letting go of your hand. From around the corner, Megan came with a pair of coffees from the cafeteria, stopping when she saw the two of you. She ducked back behind the corner before either of you saw.

“You’re really okay?” You asked, fingers grazing the wound on his head.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I got pushed out of the way by…” His eyes followed the trail of doctors hurrying with the person you’d seen before. “Her name’s Anderson. Took a bullet to the neck.”

“Jesus.”

“Worst part is, the guy got away.” His grip on your hand tightened. “This sicko that’s been shooting people in broad daylight and we almost had him and he still got away.”

He swallowed hard and kept his eyes on the hall.

A silence fell between you as you calmed down and his shoulders tensed. Finally taking a deep breath, you sighed.

“Don, I’m so sorry.”

He let go of your hand. “It’s not like you pulled the trigger.” Don ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “You know, you really aren’t supposed to be here and I think I’ve freaked you out enough for the night, huh? Why don’t you go back to your place and I’ll meet you there?”

You were taken aback, but not totally surprised. When it came to stuff like this, your boyfriend wasn’t the most open. But, then again, neither were you. It was something you had in common- bottle it up and hope it doesn’t burst.

“Yeah, okay.” You stood, kissing the top of his head. “I can make something up for you, if you want? I think I’ve still got some of that pasta you liked. I can throw it in the microwave.”

“That’d be great, actually.” He tilted his chin up, pulling your lips to his for one more kiss. “I’ll call if anything else happens, okay? And I promise, if the connection goes bad, I won’t leave you hanging.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Agent Eppes.” You kept looking back at him as you left as if waiting for him to call you back. But he didn’t. So you left.

Now with the seat open, Megan crossed the room to sit beside her team leader.

“So that’s the mystery woman,” she said, handing him the coffee.

“Mystery woman?” He scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, for the past four months you show up to work with this big grin on your face and then this happens-”

“Speaking of which,” he interrupted. “What the hell were you thinking calling her? You know, it really freaked her out. She didn’t know what happened and she comes sprinting in here like, I don’t know, I’m dying. I hate doing that to her.”

“Don.” Megan shook her head. “You’re the one who told me to call her.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I mean, sure, you were kinda out of it from hitting your head, but you just kept saying, ‘Y/N. Call Y/N. I want to see her.’ So you gave me your phone and I called her,” she explained.

Don leaned back in the chair, piecing together bits of fuzzy memory. He took a drink of coffee.

“Huh.”

Megan nodded, drinking from her own cup. “So you guys seem pretty serious.”

“Megan…” He groaned.

“I’m just saying, if she’s the one you’re asking for in your hour of need, it can’t just be a fling, right?”

“Isn’t it a crime to harass the guy with a head injury?”

She opened her mouth to rebuttal, but both agent’s focus switched to the doctor approaching them. And from the looks of his expression, it wasn’t good.

You heard more details on the news than you did from Don. In the days following the shooting, authorities were in an intense manhunt for a man named Pete Nicholsen, the lead suspect in a series of killings involving a hooded shooter in public places.

Agent Anderson was paralyzed from the neck down.

That, you heard from Megan.

In fact, you hadn’t heard anything from Don in two days.

It was Charlie who invited you over for dinner. He said things had been tense and that having some company might be nice, especially since you and his brother seemed to get along at the lecture.

He told you he might be in the garage, so he left the door unlocked. But when you opened the door, it was the older Eppes brother you saw first.

Don sat in the living room. While there wasn’t any light, you could tell it was him by the way he sat, leaned forward with a beer in his hand. Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Hey stranger,” you greeted softly.

Don’s back straightened up and his head whirled around.

“Hey.” A small smile graced his lips and he stood to meet you. “What are you doing here?”

“Charlie invited me. He thought a guest would make dinner less… tense.”

“I see,” Don grunted, running a hand down his face. “So he still doesn’t know?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t tell him. He just thinks we ‘get along.’”

“I wonder what gave him that idea,” he smirked, putting a hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss.

You sighed against his lips, melting into his touch. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it for two days. Thinking about how he was at the hospital. That same tension was there now, even as he kissed you.

“Don,” you said, pulling away. “Are you okay? I know that there’s been a lot going on, but you kinda vanished on me and I’m not going to lie, I’ve been pretty worried. I mean, I have to learn everything from the TV and sure, I get that maybe you don’t want to talk about it but-”

“Honey, slow down,” Don sighed. He leaned against the back of the chair, nodding. “You’re right, I had to step back for a couple of days. With what happened to Anderson and then you showing up at the hospital thinking it was me, when it should have been me, I don’t know, there was just a lot going through my head I had to deal with, okay?” He took your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, slowly going back and forth to calm you down. Or to calm him down. He couldn’t really tell. “But I’m back now, alright? You don’t have to worry.”

Despite his reassuring words, the tone of his voice only increased your already growing concern. You remembered the gut-churning panic you’d felt when you thought he was the one in that hospital bed. You thought about every surge of electricity you felt spark in you whenever he smiled. Even now, the way he was looking at you, guarded and all, you still just wanted him to look at you for forever.

This is what you were afraid of and yet you didn’t want it to stop.

“Don, I-” You started but were cut off by the sound of footsteps.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re here.” Charlie beamed. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

With his brother’s eyes on you, you stepped away from Don to join Charlie in the dining room, letting those three terrifying words die on your lips.

It was your turn to play the ‘dealing alone’ game. Not out of pettiness, but out of protection. While your heart was so full and your chest ached when he wasn’t around, your brain reminded you of all the reasons you hadn’t wanted to let things get this far to begin with. You told yourself a long time ago that nothing was worth the risk of getting hurt again.

And all of it was because of a stupid four-letter word.

The repetitive rattle of your fingers against the table helped tune out the rest of the cafe. Unfortunately, that included your lunch date.

“You okay there?” Megan asked with an amused smile. “You look like you just joined Larry in space for a second.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve just been thinking about a lot.” Sliding your empty plate aside, you eyed her curiously. “Like why you asked me to have lunch. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have a badass FBI best friend, but this just felt a little out of the blue.”

“Alright, you’ve got me there,” she admitted. “Though I wouldn’t mind having a brilliant criminology professor in my back pocket whenever I want to remind the boys that this job isn’t all about running around with a gun.”

You both laughed and you felt some of the weight on your chest lighten.

She took a drink of her coffee. “There is something I wanted to ask you about, if it isn’t overstepping our budding friendship…”

“You’re wondering about how I know your team leader.”

“No, I know about the class you teach with Charlie, and Don complained about his little guest appearance the whole week leading up to it,” she said. A smirk teased her lips. “I was more wondering why you two are keeping your relationship a secret.”

Your mouth fell open and she laughed.

“I read people for a living, remember?” She pointed out. “I had some suspicions, but when he kept asking me to call you when he had that head injury and you came running into the hospital like John Wayne, it pretty much confirmed what I thought.”

“He asked you to call me?”

Megan nodded. “Oh yeah. You were all he could talk about when he was all loopy. It was pretty cute, actually.”

You covered your growing smile with your hand, imagining Don doped up on pain meds and rambling about you to his co-worker. But then you remembered the circumstances and remembered who was really hurt that day.

“So you figured it out,” you shrugged.

She pointed a finger at you playfully. “And you haven’t answered my question.”

“It’s,” you took a deep breath, “complicated.”

“With Don? Shocker,” she teased.

You both finished your meals and paid. On the way out, she put a hand on your arm, giving you a smile that was somewhere between friendly and concerned.

“This job can be a lot to handle, especially when you're involved romantically with someone in the field,” she said. “And I know Don isn’t much of a touchy-feely kinda guy, but I think that you’ve been really good for him. I mean, I’ve really never seen him so happy. But, like I said, I know it can be a lot so if you ever want to talk, I’m around, okay?”

You laughed. “Thanks, but I pretty much wrote the book on ‘emotional detachment.’ I think I can handle Agent Eppes.”

She lifted her hands in mock surrender. “Maybe that’s even more reason to talk to someone about it.”

With a look that conveyed the phrase ‘just think about it,’ she went back to her car and you walked back to yours, trying your best to shrug off her ability to not only read you, but also the issues that you were starting to notice in a relationship she shouldn’t even know about.

Charlie was in the middle of explaining to the class the ways equations can be used to track the spread of a bioterrorism attack when you saw him. You looked up from the notes you were taking and there he was. Standing outside the window. Waving at you. He looked like a normal guy. Nice haircut, clean clothes, new-looking backpack. But something about him seemed familiar. While you couldn’t place from where, something in your gut was telling you to not look him in the eye.

No one else seemed to notice him and he was gone by the end of the lecture. Still, you couldn’t shake the unease from your nerves.

“Earth to Professor Y/L/N,” Charlie teased, waving a piece of chalk in front of your face. “If you really thought it was that boring, you could have just said so.” He smirked and took a seat across from you.

You looked around. The students had all left and you hadn’t even noticed.

“It was really interesting, Charlie. I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I guess my head is just somewhere else.”

“Yeah, you uh,” he nodded, “you’ve kinda seemed that way for a while. Is everything okay? If the class has too much to your plate, I can take over some more of the grading-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You already do too much as it is.” You stood, packing your class notes into your briefcase and hugging it to your chest. “Besides, I’m fine. I just haven’t been sleeping well.” His concern only deepened so you came up with something more reasonable than dreaming about his brother choking on his own blood with a hole in his throat. “New neighbors. Probably just some partying college kids.”

“Uhuh,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes. Whether or not he believed you, he didn’t press the issue. Charlie wasn’t exactly great when it came to emotions and, while it was deeply bothering him to see someone he liked to think of as a friend in a bad place, if it wasn’t solvable through math, there wasn’t much he could do.

“Do you want to go grab some coffee?” You asked, hoping to change the subject. The last thing you needed right now was a line of questions that you weren’t ready to answer.

“Coffee sounds perfect.”

You were both halfway to the campus cafe when you heard the shots. At first, you thought someone had set off fireworks or something, but you remembered the man outside of the window. You’d seen him on the news.

Pete Nicholsen.

He took the stairs two at a time, sprinting into the courtyard where campus security, police, and other FBI had already gathered, along with a whole audience of students and staff. Don didn’t give himself time to think. He just ran.

Don spotted Sinclair first, standing over the body of a woman with Y/H/C hair. She wore a blazer and had a briefcase busted open just a few inches away from her hand. He tried to calm his breathing as his mind went into a frenzy.

The call was shots fired at Cal Sci. One casualty. Female. He only had one thought.

What had he brought you into?

“Who is it?” He asked his fellow agent.

“We’re looking for her I.D. in her things now,” David explained.

“I need it now, damnit!” Don ran around to the other side, hoping to be able to see the woman’s face, and tried to prepare himself to see yours.

“Agent Eppes!” A voice called from the crowd.

He spun on his heel, frantically scanning the group of students.

“Don!”

He turned again and saw you.

All of the breath in his lungs exhaled in a sigh of relief. He motioned to Colby that he’d be right back and rushed across the courtyard. It took every ounce of control he could muster not to pass the police line and pull you into his arms just to make sure you were really there.

“Are you okay? Were you out here when it happened?” He asked, making sure to keep a step away to maintain his composure. “Where’s Charlie?”

“I’m fine. And he’s working with Larry to get a jumpstart into figuring out where this guy could have gone after he-” You caught a glimpse of the body through the crowd of law enforcement. “Oh my god.”

“Hey, just look at me, okay?” He whispered. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

“Don.” You blinked, took a deep breath, and focused back on him. “Don, I saw him.”

He froze, that same sinking weight in his chest coming back. “What?”

“He was outside-” You ran your fingers through your hair, trying not to panic. “Nicholsen was outside of the classroom. With me and Charlie. He waved at me like he knew who I was.”

Cal Sci. One Casualty. Female.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay, then I’m going to need you to come with me. And we should go get Charlie.” Don motioned to Colby and the others again, pointing in the direction of Charlie’s office. They continued investigating the crime scene. “This just got a lot more complicated.”

He helped you push through the crowd, his eyes scanning every face expecting to see Nicholsen’s confident smirk looking back at him. Once out of the way of the scene, Don found a deserted hallway and let his barrier break. He locked you in his embrace, cradling the back of your head with his shaking hand.

“I don’t have to tell you what I thought when I got that call,” he said against your shoulder.

You rubbed your hand back and forth across his tense shoulders. “I guess we’ve traded places this week.”

Don pulled back. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be,” You looked at him and those dark eyes and nodded determinedly. “I want to catch this guy, Don.”

“No.” He started walking toward his brother’s office. “You aren’t touching this case anymore. Neither is Charlie. This guy knows who you both are. I’m not giving him a chance to take another shot at you.”

“You can’t be serious-”

“What do you think that is?” He shouted, spinning around and pointing back toward the courtyard. “It’s a message, Y/N. That is a warning shot. The next time, he isn’t going to miss and I can’t let that happen. I-”

Three words lingered on his lips, brought out by the terrifying thought of losing you.

Don swallowed hard and continued down the hall. “We have to go.”

The truth was, he had two thoughts when he got that call.

Please not her.

I love her.

And it scared him to death.

His apartment was dark. When you unlocked the door with the key he’d given you, it didn’t even look like he was home. But once you got into the living room, he was there like he’d been at Charlie’s place. Alone. In the dark. With a bottle of beer in his hand and a blank stare in his eyes.

“Don?”

He jumped, blinking up at you like you’d pulled him out of a trance.

“Hey. I didn’t even hear you come in,” he said. He sounded exhausted, but there was something else too. Something that worried you.

“I looked over some data with Charlie. He thinks he might be able to figure out how to finally catch this son of a bitch.” You sat on the arm of the chair, rubbing his shoulders.

He shrugged you away. “I thought I told you that you were both off the case.”

You stood again, crossing your arms. “And you thought that was going to work?” You scoffed. “Have you met your brother?”

Don set the bottle down on the side table so hard you thought it might break.

“Damnit, Y/N, you saw the guy outside of your classroom,” he snapped. “He shot a woman on your campus that matches your description.” He stood too, looking you in the eye. “He’s still out there and you think this is a joke?”

“Charlie isn’t going to hide, Don,” you fired back. “And neither am I. The quicker we find this guy, the quicker all of this is over, right?”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Don,” you sighed, reaching out for him again. This time, he didn’t pull away, but when your hand found his cheek, you recognized the look in his eye.

Conclusion.

“Donnie, what is this about?”

He took a deep breath and gently took your hand away. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

You opened your mouth but found your throat had gone dry and the air had left your lungs.

Don clenched his jaw to keep himself in control. Already, a voice in his head was screaming at him to stop, repeating those same two thoughts from before.

Please.

I love her.

But that was exactly why he had to. He’d realized today how much he had to lose. And he couldn’t bear the weight pushing down on his chest. Maybe it was time to let it go.

As the tear slipped down your cheek, he hated himself for the weakness that got him there. He couldn’t protect you. He wasn’t strong enough to face those emotions of panic and loss like he got a glimpse of today. You deserved someone who could hold you without thinking about everything going wrong.

You didn’t say anything. You just went into his bedroom, grabbed a few of your things, and walked to the door, stopping to look back at the man you’d fallen so totally in love with and loved him all the same even though your heart was breaking.

“I thought we were worth the risk, you know.” Was all you said before closing the door behind you. The apartment fell into a silence that seeped into his head.

Don sat back down and stared into the dark.

#don eppes x reader #numb3rs #numb3rs imagine #don eppes #charlie eppes #rob morrow #david krumholtz #megan reeves #crime drama imagines

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slaveofemma · 1 year ago

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10 Years of Slavery - Ch. 22

I summarised my thoughts in a long message, sprinkled it with a lot of self-humiliation and apologies, and sent it to Ellie. And, soon after my phone rang. It was Ellie.

"Hey. You know, it's the first time you're doing something like this before I force you to do it. Or without any expectation of any rewards or something. You've finally freed yourself from your ego babe. I'm really touched. And impressed."

"I've done nothing Ellie. You are the one who taught me the manners and I'm thankful for that."

"No I'm serious. I was thinking that I should be leading you all the time, but seems like I was running behind. I should give you some credit for that, you impressed me and you deserve a reward. You can cum as much as you want for the next half an hour. And I'll help you."

"Oh thanks Ellie! Thanks a lot! You're great! Thank you..."

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"No, I know I don't."

"Then why did you accept it straight away?"

I couldn't find a response. But I knew that she had a point. But thankfully she didn't insist. I heard a chuckling and she continued:

"Haha, that's great babe! I love what you're becoming to. Don't worry, you'll get your reward. You have half an hour. Have fun!"

"I'm grateful Ellie, tha..."

The line turned silent.

I spent first couple minutes mindlessly lying on my bed, until a message appeared on my phone. It was a photo from Ellie. It took a couple very long seconds until my phone loads the photo. And then, it appeared on my screen, beautifully. It was a selfie. Ellie was lying on her bed. She had a beautiful smile on the corner of her lips, as always. Her feet was raised behind, showing me her soft soles. I felt an urge to reach and kiss her arches. Not her lips. I was filled with lust for her soft, lightly wrinkled soles. I locked my eyes on her feet while jerking off. I was imagining myself rubbing to her feet, while she was lying on the bed. I tried to feel the touch of her toes on my cock, while picturing her gorgeous ass and perfect legs right in front of me. I was jerking off dreaming of a footjob.

It took me under a minute until I landed a huge load on my own chest. Just a couple minutes later, I was getting hard again already. But luckily it took a little longer for me to cum this time. Again, my eyes were locked to the photo, and my mind was full of Ellie, mostly her feet.

The second orgasm calmed me down. I still had more than 10 minutes, but didn't have the energy to go for it for the third time. Instead, I wiped myself off quickly, and laid on my bed once again.

Then it hit me, the post-nut clarity. I was figuring out that I dug the hole I was in even deeper. I was adding more nails in my coffin. The position I put myself in her eyes -with the help of an enormous amount of sperm pushing through the skin of my balls- was even lower now. I regretted everything, and wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible.

I was slowly falling into sleep when my phone buzzed. It was Ellie again.

"Hey sweetie, your time is up! Did you have fun?"

"Hey.. yeah I did.."

"Sounds like you're already sleeping"

"I was just dozing off..."

"So you got relaxed then?"

"Yes, thanks for letting me Ellie. I really needed that."

"Not a problem. If you behave, you can get your reward. But did you see how much progress you made when you stop jerking off? I was talking about this, and I was right."

"Yes, you were right." I replied. I was still feeling regretful, a voice inside my head was shouting me to stop all this nonsense. But, she was entirely right. I was ready to devote my entire life to her, and then a minute after I was feeling sorry for myself.

"I love you!" she said to me. And suddenly, the voice inside my head drowned under a flood of emotions:

"I love you too Ellie, so much."

"So, now I can tell you about the weekend finally. I have so much to tell, and I need your opinion for some stuff. Where was I left?"

I figured out that now I had to listen her naughty weekend with a post-nut clarity instead of an horny eagerness. Now it was sickening to remember where she was left.

"You were on the bed with Dylan."

"Ah yes, I was telling you about how I sucked him off. Then you thought that I can do it to you as well one day haha!"

"I'm sorry for that Ellie. Won't happen again."

"Better won't. Actually we should talk about it a little. I know it's not easy but you should accept that you're a slave now babe. You're here to make me happy, not otherwise. I was very open to you about that I enjoy abusing you. And you begged me to keep you regardless. So howcome can you think about getting a blowjob from me?"

"I don't know, I thought we were going to be a normal couple when we got married in the future."

"Can you define me normal?"

"I mean like, any other couple."

"We are like any other couple. Both of us has expectations from a relationship that can make us happy, and we will stay in it until we keep meeting each other's expectations. This is basically what a normal relationship is. My expectation from you is to be an obedient slave that I can make use of. And I'm being very open about it. Tell me what is your expectation from me?"

"I... I don't have one..."

"You definitely have one. Just be brave and tell me, it's an honest conversation and I promise there won't be any consequences."

"I only want to see you happy."

"That's so sweet. And a good mentality for a slave. Don't worry, you won't stay as one forever. It's just a phase babe. And I promised to not leave you. Also I'm very happy about our current relationship, you're getting better and better. And in the end you are getting rewarded. So it's not entirely hopeless for you. Life is full of suprises babe, isn't that good enough?"

"Yeah, thanks..."

"Tell me what you've imagined while you were rubbing yourself?"

"I imagined sucking your feet."

"It's so funny!" she laughed. I could easily her in her voice that she was truly enjoying this new low I reached to. "Apparently you are a natural-born slaveboy my sweetie. You didn't even fantasize about having sex with me then? That's another really good sign. I'm proud of you."

"Yeah, when I saw your picture, I couldn't take my eyes off your feet. I think I'm missing your footjob."

"Good to hear that babe. I feel like it's more appropriate for you anyways. Suits better than a blowjob." And she was right.

"So, can we talk about me now, if you allow me sir?" She laughed. I stood silent.

"So, I sucked Dylan for a bit, but it turns me on so much and also I was waiting for too long to finally have a proper sex with him on a real bed. So I climbed on his lap. He grabbed my belly and I slowly let him slide in my pussy."

That. Imagining myself in that position, sliding in Ellie's warm, wet pussy was what keeping me alive, keeping me under her thumb. I was getting turned on again. My cock was already woken up for the third round. But I was a slave. Not a boyfriend. It had to wait its turn. Which might, let's be honest, never come.

#girlfriend #boyfriend #friendzone #slave #college #footworship #slavery #submission #cheating #worship

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kimikaami · 2 years ago

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Wanted to bump my personal favorite out of everything I’ve written because I made the mistake of posting it in the middle of my drabble collection haha

Celebration

setleth | G | first kiss | fluff

ao3 link

The shout that went up when Prince Dimitri announced that the war was finally over knocked the air out of Byleth's chest with its force. This final victory had been hard earned. It only made sense that the celebration would be equal in proportion.

Commoners and nobles alike wept with joy, falling to the ground or into one another's embrace. Byleth laughed as she watched an overjoyed Annette jump into Felix's arms and plant a messy kiss on his lips. Dorothea wiped away Ingrid's relieved tears, and in the distance, Byleth could spot Dedue fighting through the throng to make his way to Dimitri. Smiling, she congratulated him one last time and moved into the crowd. Best to leave them to it.

The tidal wave of euphoria was nearly overwhelming — she was so fragile these days when it came to her emotions. Hands slapped her on her shoulders and back as she forced her way through the throngs, well-meaning friends congratulating and thanking her. But there was only one man that she really wanted to see. His familiar head of hair was just ahead. If she could only push through…

"Seteth!" She had to shout to be heard over the din, even though he only stood a few feet away.

He turned, smiling like she'd never seen and grabbed her hand. "Congratulations, Professor!"

Flayn beamed from behind him. "It is all thanks to you."

"Truly," Seteth agreed. "You alone turned the tides in our favor."

Byleth choked out a wet laugh. Reality was really setting in now. They had won. The war was over. There would be no more divine pulses, not with any luck. They could all put their weapons to rest at last. Heels of her palms to her cheeks, she wiped away her tears roughly.

Seteth's hands were on her shoulders. "Are you quite alright?" he asked. His voice was unsure.

Byleth knew she wasn't exactly known for her expressiveness, but surely he couldn't miss how overjoyed she was. Perhaps he thought she was going mad with relief. "You — you idiot," she laughed, batting his arms away. "I'm happy." The future was stretching before her now, long and full of promise.

"I was only concerned-" Goddess, was she tired of the talking. So much talking without ever saying anything at all. With a sudden burst of courage, Byleth threw caution to the wind. Fisting her hands in his collar, she yanked him down to her level and kissed him. That would shut him up.

And it did. Their teeth clacked and his nose hit the side of hers, but Byleth readjusted quickly. It was her first time — mistakes like that were to be expected. Seteth, on the other hand, froze under her touch. She was just moving away to apologize when she felt him chasing after her, smothering her. A laugh bubbled up her throat and onto their lips. All the rest of the world seemed to fade to the back of her mind, just the two of them left.

(All the world except Flayn, making a squeaky, choking noise. Someone next to her whooped. That could all be dealt with later.)

Once he had recovered, Byleth was happy to let Seteth take the lead, gently showing her how to properly angle her head with both hands cupping her cheeks.Warmth crested in her chest, and her toes curled in her boots. She soon discovered she was a quick learner, and insatiable too. Within a few seconds she was teasing him, asking to be let in. Seteth only allowed her a short moment of permission before he moved suddenly, dipping away from her.

Her brain was too fuzzy with adrenaline to string a coherent sentence together. She just watched, over the moon and absolutely dumbfounded as he laughed himself breathless, clinging to her hands.

"What…" she managed.

"I'm sorry love, I — my knees gave out." The man had been reduced to a mess of tears and giggles.

"But you were leading!" Another smile was pulling at her mouth, and she didn't attempt to fight it.

"I am aware!" Seteth exclaimed. "I do not know what came over me."

"Well I," she laughed, "am flattered," and pressed a kiss to his forehead, reaching up on her toes and bracing her hands on his shoulders to do it. "Shall we do it again sometime?"

"I think we shall," he laughed. "Though perhaps somewhere private, yes?"

Byleth looked around for the first time in minutes. Flayn was determinedly looking anywhere but them, while some of her former students who knew just how vitriolic their relationship had once been looked on in amusement. Her entire body prickled with heat — such displays were so contrary to her normal behavior. "That sounds like a good idea," she said sheepishly.

Hand in hand, the new pair made their way back to the relative privacy of camp.

#my fic #setleth

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photoniccyclone · 10 months ago

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SFR Update - Chapter 7 Rough draft completed plus sneak peak!

Hello everyone! Just an exciting announcement to announce that the draft for chapter 7 (and possibly 8) has officially been completed!

This means the editing phase can now finally begin and will (hopefully) not take too long, though, I'll still have to make sure I can work it into my schedule like I did with the with the draft so I don't know if I'll be able to work on it everyday, and I still don't know how many edits this thing actually really needs. I won't be able to determine that until I make my first pass read through which comes after I run it through Grammarly to get all the grammar errors out and just to make it sound better haha. But anyway that's it for now. I'll leave you all with a little sneak peak of the chapter ;)

Please keep in mind this is pulled from the rough draft and I only quickly ran this segment through grammarly and gave it a quick once over so there may be errors or things that sound... off..

Callum couldn’t move. His body was locked in place as time appeared to slow down to a crawl. Though the image in front of him was evident, a small part of his brain still refused to believe it and subconsciously forced him to blink rapidly just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. However, the image before him remained unchanged.

“J-Janai,” Callum managed to stutter out, still recovering from the surprise as well the many different questions racing through his head.

Janai simply stood in the doorway and nodded weakly, her face still holding that anxious and slightly embarrassed smile he had seen when he opened the door. She fidgeted nervously with her hands, wringing them in front of her, and sighed audibly as her head drifted downward, taking small incremental steps as her face molded into an expression of deep thought, sadness, and a little bit of… regret? She took a small look to the side for the moment, appearing to glance at the trees over by the edge of the clearing before looking back at Callum, her smile returning, though far more crestfallen than before. She then took a prolonged intake of air before exhaling suddenly in a short burst through her mouth, appearing to make her own mental preparations. “I’m… I’m sorry… I know this visit is unexpected… and I promise to explain everything… But don’t worry, I promise you Sol Regem didn’t send me so-”

Callum didn’t even let Janai finish her sentence before rushing at her, arms outstretched. The loose, hanging, golden parts of Janai’s armor clinked quietly, swinging back and forth as the force of Callum’s embrace nearly sent her stumbling backward. Once the Sunfire queen had managed to compute what had just happened, her lips curved into a far warmer and genuine smile as she returned the gesture.

All at once, Callum’s emotions re-fired, his eyes once again building up the salty fluid he had become all too familiar with over the past few days. He let out a few quiet sobs before chuckling to himself, separating from the embrace and wiping his eyes dry. Finally, he smiled at the face before him, his eyes still a deep red. “I’m… sorry about that… “ He chuckled again. “Just… with everything happening recently… you know… it’s… uh… It’s good to see a friendly face again.”

It really did feel good. Since this whole thing with Sol Regem, the only faces Callum had seen from Xadia had been cruel or hostile, having come here to take his kingdom and everything important to him, treating those who opposed them without any semblance of mercy. After what felt like so long of this seemingly without end, it was nice to see once again a reminder of the Xadia he had seen and geeked out about two years ago, the Xadia he had fought and risked his life for at the battle of the storm spire.

“Good to see you too, Callum,” Janai said warmly. However, she quickly once again fell to uncertainty. “Uh…” She croaked out briefly before hastily checking her surroundings, her head darting to different sections of the sky and treeline. “Is it ok if we come in? I know this is all very sudden, but… we shouldn’t be seen out here. Again, I’ll explain everything soon… please… “ She pleaded.

We? Callum thought before something orange and fluffy caught his eye. Looking a little to the left, he finally took notice of the hot cat sitting just behind Janai, returning Callum’s glance with its wide, sky-blue eyes, tilting its head to the side in an adorable, innocently curious fashion with its tail swaying slowly up and down.

“Y-yeah of course… please…”

#the dragon prince #tdp #fanfic #sol regem #fanfiction #sun fueled rage #sfr #ao3 #writing #Janai #queen janai #tdp janai #sneak peak #We're getting closer to release!!!#can't wait to see what you all think of what's coming!#Lot of cool things in the works!

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keepmeinmind-01 · 1 year ago

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Hi! I was wondering if (in the context of your au) both Theseus and Newt had been kidnapped by Grindelwald, what would have been different?

Have a lovely day!

Hey, thank you for this question and sorry I took so long to answer! I hope you had a lovely day too :D I was mulling it over ahah. For context for anyone who sees this little blog, my AU is based on a fanfic I’m writing where after Theseus is kidnapped from the German Ministry in SOD, he becomes a prisoner of Grindelwald (which is, generally, an unfortunate experience).

So also spoilers below in case you are someone else reading this post and interested in reading the fic (“keep me in mind” on AO3). And also a content warning for torture and referenced sexual assault (as usual, will not be an explicit or detailed, but it happens in the fic).

What if Theseus and Newt were captured together by Grindelwald?

(spacing for the CW/TW)

This is a really interesting question and I’ll roughly follow the main parts of my plot, if that’s what your question is asking about? Also, please do excuse if it’s more intense or in depth than you expected haha. I really got thinking about this and I was even like “wow I should have written it this way because I could get all the Scamander bro backstory in earlier rather than the current plan of ramming it all in at around the 40% mark.” Anyway!

So I think this actually could have happened if Lally had let Newt follow Theseus at the German Ministry, since he sort of saw the abduction as it happened and was half-ready to go after him.

I’m hoping that Newt wouldn’t have taken his case with them as this could be game over pretty quickly as Grindelwald would know from their first encounter at MACUSA that Newt would do anything for the creatures.

Obviously, it’d be nice to think he’d do anything for Theseus too, but Grindelwald definitely wouldn’t be above wiping out a load of creatures over going straight to killing the Head Auror of the British Ministry, just based on the fact he didn’t even pause when killing the Qilin. He doesn’t strike me as an animal-rights guy.

Grindelwald would probably evaluate both of them and decide it’s better to work more on Newt. He knows Newt and Dumbledore are close, and Newt’s not an Auror, so in theory he’s an easier target. I think this could manifest in Grindelwald still deciding to torture Theseus but with the aim to get Newt to summon Dumbledore. I think Newt might actually have a way - I can’t remember if in the movies, he had a little device?

But Newt is loyal to Dumbledore to a fault and would share Theseus’s opinion that they should try and hold for a while before giving in. Grindelwald would probably rough everyone up a bit and then go for the throat with Theseus while making Newt watch.

The start in the factory where Grindelwald and Theseus first meet would be difficult and emotional for everyone involved. Theseus taunts Grindelwald much more than he would have otherwise in an attempt to redirect attention solely onto him and protect Newt. But as Grindelwald tortures Theseus, Newt desperately tries to interfere and draw Grindelwald's attention. "Hurt me instead.” Theseus redoubles his efforts to keep Grindelwald’s focus on him instead of Newt, and it works: Grindelwald ignores him.

Afterwards, when Theseus is unconscious and Newt is still conscious, Newt tries to help him with some of the wounds and bleeding by tearing up his clothes and making bandages before Grindelwald’s lackeys come and stun him to take them both off to the Black Forest manor.

Now, it would make more sense for Grindelwald to use Legilimency on Newt, as Newt is the one who seems closer to Dumbledore. Theseus probably still tries to punch Newt in the face and I think Grindelwald would just knock Theseus out for the entirety of the time he’s looking through Newt’s mind after this, seeing a potential problem brewing in the way the brothers are keen to protect one another.

After Grindelwald leaves and Newt and Theseus are both awake, Theseus is first all logical Auror brain and shakes Newt, asking him if he gave away any crucial information, anything about the plan Dumbledore told him and not the rest of the team. A bleary Newt admits he doesn’t know and then starts tearing up at all the other difficult memories Grindelwald unearthed going through his entire brain. Theseus softens at this and gives Newt a reassuring hug, apologising profusely for the situation he’s accidentally landed them in. Newt seems like the kind of person who wouldn’t ascribe blame for this, or at least not at the time.

During early escape attempts, injured Theseus has to lean on Newt. Newt helps him slip through the halls undetected. They debate whether Newt should go alone and send back help. Theseus insists this is the best idea, but Newt is stuck on the idea that they must escape together or not at all, which triggers a few bickering arguments as they try and find a way out (classic Scamander brothers).

Oh man, the love potion bit. I think Vinda would still go for Theseus just because in my fic, part of the reason was just because she knew he was trying to arrest her specifically because of Leta, and she enjoyed the irony. Perhaps Newt and Theseus had to temporarily separate to avoid getting caught and that’s when Vinda finds Theseus. And then some other henchman finds Newt hiding in some crazy place and reunites them, temporarily, in Vinda’s bedroom.

Newt is relieved at first but then realises Theseus is looking at him but looking past him. He waves his hand around and realises his brother can’t actually see anything. At first, Newt doesn’t suspect a love potion and puts it down to shock. Weird, but he supposes difficult times bring out different sides in people. But Theseus is also kind of vacant when questioned. And Theseus is never vacant.

Vinda comes in and Theseus isn’t exactly bubbly or effusive but his attention has very clearly shifted to her with a scary intensity. Vinda sees Newt there and, claiming she wants some privacy, grabs Theseus and disappears, leaving Newt there in whatever bindings the henchmen put him in to think about it.

This part could go really badly very quickly, I won’t lie. In my fic, even though Theseus doesn’t remember much of it, the snippets he does suggest Vinda was quite shameless. But even so, I think Newt being his brother would put her off, so he’d be relatively saved from a worst-case scenario.

Grindelwald tells everyone that Newt is allowed food, a bed, free rein, and more, because he wants to try and coax Newt into betraying Dumbledore. Newt accepts this outwardly but instead spends all his freedom constantly hunting down Theseus and Vinda. Whenever he can catch Theseus alone, he desperately tries to talk sense into him, reminding him of his true self, his love for Leta, and their mission to escape together.

But the potion has too strong a grip. Sometimes Theseus doesn’t even seem to listen, especially when Vinda is using the blinding spell, and just panics and pushes Newt away outright, which is very painful for Newt. This situation would really test him as he’s always criticising himself - is it because he’s awkward? If he was just different, would he be able to get through to Theseus faster? Is this his fault?

Vinda delights in flaunting her control over Theseus in front of Newt. When she finally kisses and caresses a passive, compliant Theseus, Newt finally cannot take it anymore and manages to break free of his captors for a moment. He tackles Vinda away from Theseus, shaking him desperately. "Theseus, please! This isn't you.” The physical shock helps dull the potion's effects briefly. Theseus comes halfway back to his senses, meeting Newt's terrified gaze with dawning comprehension.

Theseus stares down at his hands, feeling the artificial adoration for Vinda briefly waver. But Vinda grabs Theseus's chin forcefully, wrenching his gaze back to her. "You are mine, do you understand? That pathetic brother of yours cannot help you now."

Theseus nods vacantly, the potion quickly drowning out the confusion Newt stirred. But when Vinda presses her mouth to his, Theseus involuntarily recoils. Vinda narrows her eyes. "Kiss me, Theseus. Show me you want this." But her touch makes his skin crawl worse than ever before. He feels suddenly naked, exposed. Newt's intervention unlocks something in Theseus's mind and he wakes up.

Grindelwald forbids Vinda from trying any of the love potion business again. All she’s doing is ruining his plans to gently sway Newt to his side. There are some awkward moments when Grindelwald treats Newt like a guest and Theseus is just there. Theseus is not too bothered by it when he’s not actively being hurt.

In fact, sometimes he even seems to find it funny that his shy little brother is getting the spotlight, and tries to make jokes about it, but underneath he’s deeply concerned about what Grindelwald’s attention to Newt might bring. Newt is, as is common in their relationship, mildly bemused by Theseus.

When they encounter Graves, it’s a much tougher reunion. Theseus remembers him as a friend, comrade-in-arms, and even more. But Newt remembers him as the man who almost took away his creatures, almost executed Tina, maimed Credence, and tortured him on the train tracks.

The real Graves only vaguely knows Newt as Theseus’s little brother who worked with the dragons while all three were in Ukraine. Newt, understandably, has a panic attack at Graves’s face and Theseus slowly calms him down from a suitable distance, as Newt doesn’t like to be touched when anxious. Grindelwald is swift to catch up with them and it’s not long before everyone’s locked up once more.

There’s probably no Vow in this version and no Brazilian Ministry either. What I think would happen would be something along these lines: Grindelwald forces Graves to rough Newt up a bit, pressing on old wounds and memories, and then takes over himself and puts Newt under the Imperius Curse. Like Theseus, Newt would be stubborn and try to throw it off, but Grindelwald would be very persistent.

So, Grindelwald sends Newt out into the world to literally bring Dumbledore to him under a ploy of gentle depiction to take advantage of the trust the two have.

Theseus convinces Grindelwald to let him go with Newt to make sure it goes smoothly. Grindelwald does something that ensures they can’t actually escape at this stage. Maybe an enchanted brand or some kind of other spell or a drastic threat on Theseus. But Theseus talks Newt out of the Imperius Curse using their shared memories—"You're stronger than him, little brother. Come back to me."—and a mixture of tough love (“fucking wake up, Newt!”) and gentle encouragement (“think of the creatures, they need their mummy”) and in the end they make it back having failed the mission.

Probably something bad happens to Theseus again as a result as orchestrated by Grindelwald that leaves them unable to think about escape for another few days because of his resulting condition. Because I don’t see Grindelwald letting that go unpunished.

When the followers of Grindelwald come looking for some easy fun, and latch onto Newt as a result, Theseus just nukes them. No restraint. Not very many regrets. Again, it doesn’t end very well for Theseus but at least he doesn’t have any awkward scars spelling out words and Newt is spared what could have been intense trauma from the group.

Newt gives Theseus some of his food whenever Grindelwald isn’t looking. Theseus always insists he’s not hungry but does a really bad job of hiding it. Newt can’t quite share all the amenities Grindelwald is giving him to try to convince him to betray Dumbledore without Grindelwald punishing Newt for trying to help Theseus, but they do a decent job at getting through.

In return, Theseus tries to calm Newt down whenever he has panicked nightmares, if Grindelwald’s busy and not deliberately making sure Theseus is getting worse treatment to prove to Newt how “lucky” he is.

Occasionally, Newt can even get away with allowing Theseus to sleep on the bed rather than the floor when the henchmen aren’t watching them. Even though it’s a dire situation, both are very keen on creating the pillow barrier/divider down the bed as always, claiming the other’s sleeping habits are just intolerable for a million reasons.

Theseus keeps reminiscing about things that are really not worth reminiscing about. “You know, they used to give out free tea in the Auror break rooms…and biscuits too…” and Newt is like Theseus PLEASE be quiet for just a moment, I know this counts as bonding time for you but I’m trying to worry about my creatures in peace. Theseus is like “yeah…ok…wow, you know, I really miss feeling the London rain on my face…and you know, I also had this really lumpy pillow on the sofa I sometimes used…actually I miss the sofa, you know…?”

To fill the time, Theseus also produces a million fond childhood stories that Newt doesn’t even remember, from when Newt was like 1 or 2 years old. Some tales about an adorable/stupid Newt hint at the tension in their house by accident but Theseus waves it away.

Newt decides he’ll get “revenge” for the embarrassing baby stories and starts giving Theseus encyclopaedic monologues on his creatures in an attempt to show Theseus how boring it is to have someone always talking to you when you’re locked up and suffering together. But he’s a little humbled when Theseus actually intently listens, seemingly keen for anything to take his mind off his injuries. Although Theseus does still determinedly yawn after each creature.

With Grindelwald so distracted from having to constantly deal with both brothers, I think maybe Percival makes the move that leads to the escape and arranges a meeting with Tina, as it’s implied they know one another before he was replaced by Grindelwald. Tina starts setting up a rescue with the full rest of the team (so it’s a group effort, rather than just Newt managing it in this version).

Crucially, as the turning point, Newt pretends to give in and agree, acting as though he has been persuaded by Grindelwald’s hospitality and “mercy”, given that an example hasn’t been made out of him like it has Theseus.

He has to genuinely convince Theseus this is a betrayal otherwise Theseus is going to throw a massive spanner in the works (as usual). So he leaves Numerngaard with Grindelwald, and leaves Theseus behind.

This obviously wrecks Theseus, who mopes around and tries fruitlessly to escape and evade the followers who are keen to find him now Grindelwald’s not supervising.

By going with Grindelwald, and stepping into the outside world, Newt manages to leave some breadcrumbs for Tina and hints for Dumbledore too that mean the team follow the pair and are able to intercept and rescue Newt before he has to return to Nurmengaard with Grindelwald. Graves slips out on his own in the chaos as Grindelwald is distracted and bored of him.

I don’t think anyone can break into Nurmengaard, so my idea for this part is perhaps Grindelwald just returns Theseus (lol). In trying to convince Newt, Theseus’s reactions and resistance to the torture or ideas presented probably would have made Grindelwald move on from the idea that Theseus could help with getting Albus. Sure, he’s probably useful in other ways, but Grindelwald assumes it’s inevitable they’ll cross paths once more and he’ll make good on his ideas at that point in the future.

Shared trauma and not shared trauma and guilt abound. I’d like to think in the vulnerable quiet moments, they discussed their feelings about their estrangement and childhood and Leta in a way you couldn’t outside of a cold dark cell. I’d also like to think the depth of their care for one another is really shown and tested, so they come out of it closer rather than more distant.

Theseus has to help Newt with the aftermath of being Imperiused by Grindelwald, while Newt tries to help as much as he can with the things Theseus alone went through without opening up any gaping wounds.

I feel like they wouldn’t get quarantined, since a deception with two people would be a lot harder to pull off than one. Then again, if Theseus got returned a significant amount of time later, it might still be house arrest for him because that is admittedly suspicious as hell. And maybe Albus is proved right for a dramatic twist? Or maybe Theseus can grit his teeth and bear it because he had the support of both Percival and Newt through it all.

Wow, this was a bit of a ride to write and I hope it’s not too wacky a read! I hope this answers your question ahaha. Angst material abounds :D

#fantastic beasts #theseus scamander #newt scamander

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tj-dragonblade · 2 years ago

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"nvm the kinkmeme I’ll write it myself" sounds interesting haha, or if someone else asked for that one "mistletoe 💜🤍🖤"

Or! "Simmer"

I'm curious about all of them..

Ask me about my wips

I did get different asks for the kinkmeme and ace-flagged mistletoe entries, so I’ll answer those separately. ‘Simmer’ is a half-written YamaSai fic intended as a sequel to Steam, my Sai-makes-a-move-in-the-sauna fic. I started it back in…2011, holy crap. Sai went home with Yamato after the sauna, Yamato fed him dinner, and then they Talk About It. Followed by Yamato sucking Sai off because the sauna has Awakened Sai’s libido and their conversation about sex and attraction gave it fuel. This fic would have been followed by one called Sear (keeping to the theme of heat-related words that start with S) where they decide definitively that yes they’re going to get together properly and then they have sex. And then the Sai’s emotions trilogy (‘Salt’ on my wip list was the third entry for that, dealing with jealousy) would have followed these three.

Here, have a small excerpt of their conversation:

"Alright." Yamato puts the last of the cleaned dishes in the rack to dry, and turns. "Where do you want to start?"

Sai hands Yamato the cloth he used to wipe down the table, and considers. He has many questions at the forefront of his mind; he doesn't know which should take priority but Yamato has asked him to decide, so he chooses one. "Is it appropriate to tell you that I want to engage in sexual activity with you again?"

Yamato blinks, rubs a hand over the back of his hair. "All things considered, as long as you're telling me in private, I suppose it is."

"Yamato, I want to engage in sexual activity with you again." It's very important that Yamato understands the question was not hypothetical.

"I gathered that, yes." Yamato's smile is slight but warm, his mouth curving gently in a way that Sai wants to label 'fond'.

Sai tilts his head. "Do you want to engage in sexual activity with me again?"

Yamato gives a little chuckle. "Generally speaking? Yes. Very much. But probably not tonight, specifically; you need a chance to talk things out and think them over before we decide whether or not we're going to…to do that."

Sai absorbs that answer, skeptical that talking with Yamato will affect any change in the things that he's feeling, but he trusts implicitly in Yamato's wisdom and guidance and moves instead to his next question.

"Do you find me attractive?"

Yamato's throat-clearing cough sounds more like a stifled laugh, but his answer is solemn. "Extremely so. Yes." His eyes flick over Sai's body with the words, a reflexive sort of affirmation that stirs a hint of warmth in Sai's belly.

"How do you know whether the attraction you feel is sexual or romantic?"

"Hah. Well." Yamato leans back against the counter and angles his gaze up toward the ceiling. "That's kind of a tough one to answer. There are a lot of variables involved and it's…not really a quantifiable difference. Unless you're sexually attracted to someone you dislike, the romantic attraction is usually all tied up with it, in the beginning at least. It usually takes time to sort things out and see if two people are romantically compatible or even still interested in one another once the initial lust loses its edge.”

Hah, look at me trying to explain the difference between romantic and sexual attraction when I don’t get half of that. That…is probably why this bit stalled out after this, come to think of it.

#Thank you Dani!#answered asks #TJs Writing #TJs Fics #Wood and Ink

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pupmusebox · 6 days ago

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Little family reunion.

Resting still but moving about in bed more since the welcoming of twins to the royal family and looking at the slumbering twins in their soft crib near his bed, a relief and pleasant surprise to Venus when having done all right with the pregnancy while taking it easy before lifting his head of hearing someone enter the room. Stirring a bit under the soft blankets and blinking of who would slowly come to the bed before seeing someone other than Diavolo seated next to the bed.

“It really is you… Mother…”

Hearing those very words would bring tears to Venus' eyes and feeling so sad but happy at the same time for some reason, only to be met with a firm yet careful hug and crying when hearing this man crying quietly while hugging him. Oh how Venus' soul and heart would ache when this strange man was crying and doing his best to comfort them.

“It's alright to let your tears fall… shh…”

“Father was right… and we missed you so much, ahh…”

Venus was feeling more emotions flood out when tears rolled down his cheeks and letting out a little sob when Pride would be crying on the inside before peeking through to speak, “It's alright Theodan… my dear little dragon bird, hush… my little one…” smiling through tears when Theodan would break the hug a little while hearing Lucifer speaking and met with a tearful smile, “Grown up into a fine man haven't you? Haha, how's your brother Neo? Does he know yet or still waiting to be told the news? Oof!” met with a hard hug now and grunting softly when hearing his son's voice after so long.

“Neo is doing alright and he still hasn't made his way here to see you but he knows, Father was right of you… I thought we would never see you again. Not like how you were before but still… I can't believe it.”

“Haha, I'm surprised too… still am and it's been some years but I'm handling it fine. Even though I am a mere passenger in this human body, pretty sure that Dia told you hmm?”

“Adorable baby siblings… Neo will be screaming with joy at them but he'll hush up when seeing them napping, haha. Mmm… welcome back Mother.”

Purring when hugged by his beloved son and sighing a little while yawning for a moment, “Ahhh~ Hmm… I can say Venus is confused about you and your brother but he's a smart man when figuring out things, if anything you are making him cry a lot right now.” letting Venus come back and sniffling with that soft smile when shyly wiping away tears, “Theodan… mmm… nice to meet you finally, I sure made a darling son in my past life didn't I?” a bit bashful when Theodan is wiping at his face while having an emotional time but seeing this be one of the children he had in his past life.

“It’s strange yet not… at least to me, Father said it would be easy to recognize you and he was right.” cooing when having a moment of touching his Mother's face with that soft look in his eyes before sighing of hearing news of things that happened, “I heard of those lesser demons being a bother to you and frankly, I wouldn't mind being guarding my parent and young siblings…” Theodan would be looking at his little siblings with that deep purr and then back to Venus with that light nod.

“That's nice to know, mmm… to be honest I was a bit nervous of meeting you but I guess that would be pretty crazy huh? Since we're not so awkward with each other and all.”

“True… that and hearing my Mother's voice after so long felt like a dream but this be a dream come true, I better let you continue resting but don't hesitate to let us know if you need anything. All you have to do is just ask, heh.”

Watching Theodan get up to leave the room and giving a soft chuckle at how he looked now after so many years, “I will thank you, I do appreciate it. All I can say is that my lonely life sure has gotten quite interesting now, heh. So again soon Theodan and… tell Neo I say hi as well.” hearing the eldest born dragon birb snort before seeing them leave before feeling so emotional of this family that he come back to and happy of reconnecting again.

#drabble #{ Reincarnated Soul and Essence of a Lovely Bird Gem - Verse }

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adoringhaikyuu · 4 years ago

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they reject you and regret it afterwards

CHARACTERS: kuroo + iwaizumi + osamu + (gn!reader)

REQUEST: pspspsps i hope its okay if i drop my request here since i saw that yours are open :D can you maybe do how kuroo, iwaizumi and osamu rejects reader confession ( they are best friend ) because they have feelings for another person but later they regret it when they moved on? i love it when the boys realize it later how much the reader means to them but y/n took the chance to move on and have a sexy glow up ✋😩 yessss i wanna see them suffer at the end >:) • by anonymous

WARNINGS: dumb boys hurting your feelings and you hurting them right back :/

NOTES: i feel like i’m not too good at writing angst lol but i made these blurbs instead of hcs!

kuroo let you down easy, not wanting to hurt your feelings––to be honest he did feel something for you, but he wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted it to be. he felt more certain of the feelings he had for someone else. someone you slowly watched him admire from afar until he worked up the courage to start joking with them, then offering to buy them lunch and so on.

you still remember the awkward smile he gave you when you confessed to him, the smile that absolutely broke you because it showed you how much he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. not enough to give up his efforts with someone else. “i’m flattered y/n, but i’m sorry i just––you know i have a date this week...”

you’d looked down immediately, unable to look him in the eyes longer and swallowed back the lump in your throat that was aching to come up in a sob. “yeah yeah, i’m sorry i just––let’s forget this ever happened, yeah?”

you gave him your most convincing smile and he agreed, wanting everything to be normal between the two of you.

but it wasn’t until he’d gone on a few dates with them to realize that it didn’t feel right. it didn’t feel familiar, the way he thought it would. it wasn’t the same comfort he felt in your presence. when they texted him, he didn’t feel the same burst of happiness he felt when you messaged him. he tried to wait it out, to see if things would change, but they didn’t. they just weren’t you.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d confessed and gotten rejected, but you decided to move on instead of dwelling on his unrequited feelings––it wouldn’t do you any good to wallow and weep over your best friend. you wanted him to be happy, and you deserved to be too. so you knocked yourself out of that sad headspace and changed yourself up a bit. you started to value yourself better than you did before, you dressed the way you wanted to but were always afraid of doing and everything about you just brightened up. and other people noticed as well.

kuroo had kind of been too preoccupied to notice, if he was being honest. he didn’t realize what he had in front of him until he practically sprinted over to your place to surprise you and be honest about his feelings. you opened the door, already dressed up and kuroo took a step back, eyes widening as they took you in. did you always look this breathtaking?

“wow...”

you smiled gratefully, straightening out your clothes. “thanks, that’s what i was going for.” you walked back into your apartment to get your shoes, “not that i mind but what are you doing here?”

he blinked out of his trance and stepped in, closing the door behind him. “oh i just––i brought us some food.” he raised the bag he was holding even though you weren’t facing him. “i was kinda hoping we could spend some time together...” he scratched the back of his head, “maybe talk about a few things...” he trailed off when something clicked in his head as he watched you slip your shoes on. “wait why are you all dressed up?”

you turned and looked at him apologetically, “oh...i’m sorry kuroo,” you paused, “i actually have somewhere to be. can i take a raincheck?”

he opened his mouth for a few seconds as he watched you, but no sound came out. “oh um...well could i just––wait here? until you get back?”

you looked to the side awkwardly bringing one hand up to hold your other arm. “it’s just that...i might not be alone when i come back.”

as soon as you uttered those words, he could feel his heartbeat falter in his chest, a faint ringing noise in his ears.

“...a date?”

you nodded with a smile and though it’s selfish, he felt a part of him dim on the inside when he noticed how excited you were. he didn’t really have a right to stop you now did he, not when you chose his happiness over your own what felt like way long ago. so he wouldn’t.

he nodded as well, “oh” he forced a smile onto his face and stepped back towards the door, “that’s exciting. i’m happy for you, really.” he turned the door knob, “i’ll catch up with you some other time then, yeah? you’ll tell me how it went.” he looked at you one last time, his gaze wavering under the undeterred happiness radiating from you.

when he finally stepped out and closed your door, all the emotions hit him at once. he didn’t know what hurt the most, the fact that he was too late, or the fact that you didn’t stop him, didn’t notice the pleading look in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay with him.

iwaizumi froze when you told him how you felt. it was the smallest reaction you’d ever seen from him before, the calmest––yet it did anything but soothe you. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty of what to say next in the way his mouth opened but produced no sound. you already knew what he was going to say.

he will admit, seeing the tears in your eyes that you barely managed to blink back when he rejected you did strike a blow to his heart. but he just couldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, he wouldn’t lie to you. “i––i’m sorry y/n i just...don’t feel the same.”

his eyes were apologetic, almost pitiful as he watched you take a step back, “right, right. that’s––that’s okay.” you tried to smile but it felt more like a grimace. “i just didn’t want to keep it to myself, that’s all. i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” he nodded but wasn’t sure what else to say. so he didn’t say anything.

things were a little awkward for a couple weeks between the two of you, but you didn’t want to lose your friendship, so you eventually moved on.

it wasn’t until one day you were at the café you always went to together that you noticed him taking longer than usual to bring back your drinks. you looked over to see him chatting with the barista, both of them with nervous smiles on their faces. he came back a few minutes later with a note in his pocket that you assumed was the barista’s number and a blush on his cheeks. he placed your drink in front of you, eyes looking down, and didn’t mention anything, probably since he didn’t want to rub it in, so you didn’t bring it up either.

but you did wonder if they were the reason he didn’t feel the same for you––you wondered if they weren’t in the picture, if he would have fallen for you instead.

he didn’t want to hide anything from you, so he told you when he had a date coming up. you wished him luck and told him you hoped he’d have a good time and that was that.

they ended up dating but you didn’t mind. he seemed happy and you truly did want the best for him. you started focusing on yourself and eventually found a boyfriend, one who appreciated you and loved you and you couldn’t ask for more.

iwaizumi was happy for you as well, but he couldn’t ignore this piercing feeling he felt when he first heard the news, then when he would see you two together, on your double dates, at parties, anywhere, really. something just ticked him off. he knew he didn’t have a right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t make sense of it. he couldn’t even figure out what it meant.

only once he realized the ache he felt in his chest when you smiled at your boyfriend the way you used to smile at him, the pull at his heart when you kissed his cheek, completely enamored. only then did he realize that he was jealous, that he’d made a mistake, that he’d lost the one chance he had of being with his soulmate.

osamu had just gotten his new restaurant, he was achieving his goals, living his life without fear, and you took inspiration from that. you decided to be upfront about your brewing feelings and ask him out just as he put the finishing touches in the establishment.

he was wiping down the counter as you sat at the bar, swallowing your nerves as you watched him. “hey samu?”

he hummed and glanced up at you for a second before looking back to what he was doing.

you took a deep breath, “would you maybe...want to go out to eat tomorrow?”

he didn’t look up, but his brows furrowed, “yeah? why are you even asking?”

you paused, of course he wouldn’t realize what you meant, you guys ate together all the time. you blinked a few times before clearing your throat, “um i just––i meant as a...date?”

this time, he paused, well more like froze. he kept his eyes on the counter, his face blank, but you could tell he was internally processing everything. did he hear you right? “what?”

you considered taking it back, but you had a feeling he did hear you, he just wasn’t sure how to respond. “um...i asked if you wanna go on a date? with me...”

he nodded and straightened up, “right.” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head, finally looking at you and the look in his eyes was enough to make your wavering confidence crumble. “i sort of have my eye on someone else right now...” you nodded, trying not to let the tears form in your eyes. he went on, “my new neighbor needed to borrow something and we got to talking...was thinking of asking them out, actually.” that was the final twist of the knife.

“oh...” your voice was small ”thats––that’s great!” you smiled but kept your eyes cast down, “forget what i asked i just...wanted to see what you’d say haha,” you tried to play it off as a joke, “i got you!”

he stared at you silently for a few seconds, clearly contemplating whether or not he believed you, but in the end, he let it go.

you never brought up that night ever again, but you thought about it constantly. it haunted you, in a way. of course the one time you’re finally able to speak up about your feelings, it backfired.

you were in a very upsetting and self deprecating headspace for a while, wondering if this was your sign to never make the first move, if you were the problem. it took you a little while to snap out of it, but once you did, you realized your worth and stopped looking at the world through a grey lens––you felt like you’d bloomed as a person.

things didn’t go very far with osamu and his neighbor, but you didn’t take that as an opportunity to try again with him, you didn’t want to wait around for him, even though you thought about it for a second at first––you learned to respect yourself more.

meanwhile, your best friend was beside himself, going through the process of reflection and realization. it’s not that he was desperate after a failed relationship, it’s more so that he suddenly realized he had someone perfect right by him all these years––it only made sense. but he was too stupid to realize that, to realize that he cared about you as more than a friend. he had foolishly mistaken his feelings for you as caring for a friend––you two had been inseparable since you were kids, he couldn’t even notice when his feelings shifted from caring for a friend to loving his best friend.

he decided to talk to you about it, it’d only been a few months since you’d joked? about going on a date with him, but part of him felt confident that you might have meant it for real. he was sure you’d be open to it still. he called you during his break at work and found himself smiling as soon as he heard your voice.

“hey samu what’s up?”

he started to answer, but he trailed off when he heard you laughing at an unfamiliar voice in the background. “hey...just wanted to talk. what are you uh up to?”

he heard you shush whoever was with you. “nothing much.” he heard you sit down.” i can’t stay for long but what did you want to talk about? i’m all ears.”

he was going to brush it off, maybe it was just a friend, but when he heard a faint ‘babe’ and what sounded like a small kiss on the other end, that was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. “yeah i just...i’ll actually call you back later, okay?”

you paused on the other end, most likely confused, but you let him go nonetheless.

osamu sat there in his office at the back of his restaurant, surrounded by silence, complete disbelief and an indescribable ache running through his body. was he really too late?

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu blurbs #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo blurb #kuroo drabble #iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi blurb #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi drabble #osamu #osamu x reader #osamu angst #osamu blurb #osamu drabble

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livelle · 3 years ago

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liv. my beloved. i’m kinda sadge rn. cause tommy ended stream and i miss him </3 but. i would love to request a PURE tommy fluff :3 if you can ofc!! - ANNOYING ANON a.k.a :3 anon

a/n; :3 ANON MY ONE AND ONLY! hi. UR YOUNGER SIBLING ( ;) ) IS HERE TO WIPE UR TEARS AND BRING U SOME PURE TOMMY FLUFF :D

I’m so lazy it’s 12 am on a school night so this is DEFINITELY not perfect, or long, but have this hehe.

A World Alone

A Tommyinnit/ You!!

^^^^^^^^ based on this song my lorde ^-^ idk if u like lorde though :)

summary: just pure Tommy fluff, because we all need some emotional support once in a while, haha :) you and Tommy fall in love. There’s beautiful nature around u two. I recommend listening to the song while reading. It soothes all the pain in me, it’s wonderful.

NO PRONOUNS USED

KISSING

Trousers were rolled up, up to your knees, and you both had your lower legs dipped in the water. Tom sighed, but he smiled. His eyes roamed the sight before him, the uninhabited mountains, full of forests and colour. There wasn’t a village, nor a city in the valley of the mountains. It was a big lake. A big, cold, lake. You followed Tommy’s pointer finger as he explained how the snow and ice from the top of the mountains melted, downwards, all the way to the lake. ‘Makes sense why it’s so cold-‘ you said. He laughed. ‘Dork.’

Honestly, you had no idea where you were. But that was the good thing, the only thing on your mind the clear, blue-green from the water and the perfect gold from Tommy’s hair. They both shone in the sun, like highlights in a painting. He picked some pebbles from behind him, and you watched as he threw them perfectly onto the water, him cheering as one bounced on the surface 5 times in a row. You giggled again, and you wondered, if you had ever been happier. His smile was pointed your way, and you knew the answer already.

‘I really wanna go in’, he said, but you still shook your head. ‘Are you out of your mind?! Have you felt how cold the water is?’ You looked at him like he was crazy. ‘Then why did we put on our swim suits?? Pleaaseeee Y/N’ ‘for when we passed a lake or something where we could swim’ you answered, and he immediately snapped back; ‘THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS’ he laughed at your face, his only inches away. You looked away, red. ‘Shush. I’M NOT SWIMMING IN THE SNOW WATER’ he laughed even harder.

you remained seated, but he couldn’t resist the pretty lake. He smiled from his place in the water in front of you, and you grinned back. His eyes blended in with the water, and his lashes were wet, and long, which made him even more pretty. He put on his puppy eyes, again, without words, pleading for you to get in with him. So you nodded, and he cheered happily.

You shivered, but soon warmed up by the light growing inside of you, the laughter spreading in your body. And there he was, he, the only person ever. You only cared about him, and it was nice like that. He spread out his arm, and held out his hand. ‘Come on here.’ You took it shyly. He pulled you closer, and closer. You were eye to eye now, the water coming up to your shoulders. ‘Tom, thank you. It’s so, so beautiful here. I’ve never felt such-‘ but he didn’t let you finish. His lips were on yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but then, you felt it. He felt like home. He is home. He smiled into the kiss.

A need for air broke the kiss, and you turned. Facing the beautiful sight in front of you again. It was silent. ‘Wow’ he whispered, then. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ You asked him, but your eyes remained on the fairy-like water. ‘Mhm’ he hummed softly. You realized he never was looking at the world around him anymore, but only at you. Full-on staring. You turned again. You blushed, laughing; ‘I meant the view.’ you explained. ‘And I meant you.’ Your heart fluttered. You brushed a wet curl from his forehead, and he held you close again. Your arms found their way on his neck. And he kissed you again.

‘I’m so happy.’ He said, softly. You were now bathing in the sun, on some blanket. You were reading a book, and he was clingy, tracing shapes onto your skin. You closed the book, marking the page you were on. You smiled brightly. ‘Tommy, have you ever noticed how you’re like the sun?’ He shook his head, but his eyes lit up. ‘You look like the sun. And you feel like the sun too.’ You clung onto his warm body. He pressed you even closer. You could feel a happy sigh on the top of your head, and it felt safe. You looked around, and there was no one. No one. Even if someone passed, even if you were in the most crowded city in the world, it was always, just him. No one but him. You were in a world alone, with him. Dancing in a world alone. ‘I love you.’ He said the three words into your skin, like he sealed them in, so they’d stay there forever. You wanted that. ‘I love you’ You answered.

a/n: AYOOO THAT WAS IT FOR TODAY WOOHOHOOHHOOHOHOHON:D

love ya :3 anon

HOPE YOU ALLLLL! HAVE A GREAT DAY! MWUAH. ur so important.

@milofroglover @kiss-me-more-whore @oolovebunnyoo

#dsmp #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #cricket crew #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #dsmp tommy #c!tommy #tommyinnit fic #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit imagine #cc!tommy

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years ago

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warmth (daniel park x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and daniel are lovers

summary: you and daniel cuddle for warmth on a cold day.

a/n: ofc 💓! here you go, thanks for another request~

Daniel's eyes lit up as he watched you laugh. It was like little hearts of light danced in his eyes while butterflies fluttered in his stomach just seeing you be you. He couldn't believe he was dating you now; it felt so unreal. He could unapologetically adore you like this without feeling guilty anymore, and he was extremely thankful for it.

Honestly, he could go on and on trying to describe your charm and the feelings you gave him, but at the same time it was also a case of, "No words could ever describe how I feel about you."

"Wasn't it funny?"

"O-oh, yeah!" Daniel tried to focus on your words and not the gentleness in your voice or the warmth of your hand holding his or-- "When Jace fell over while trying to teach Vasco the correct way to ice skate!"

"Right, and then Vasco slipped on purpose to imitate him!" You were laughing again, using your free hand to wipe tears out of the corner of your eyes. "His innocent grin as he looked at Jace and asked, 'Like that, right?' was so cute!"

Daniel chuckled and added a few more comments just to see you continue being bright.

It might be chilly today, but he definitely wasn't feeling it.

The conversation lulled into a quiet when the two of you reached the bus stop you both planned to take to get home. Daniel was already feeling the emotions of longing despite the two of you not separating yet. At least he was comforted knowing you felt the same by the soft sigh you let out.

"Let's sit while waiting for the bus," you suggested, pointing at a bench nearby. He nodded and followed after you before taking a seat. His initial instinct was to sit at an "appropriate" distance from you until he remembered he was your boyfriend so he was probably allowed to sit a little more closely to you or something, right?

Nervously, he scooted in a bit closer to you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. That was all he needed to know he did the right thing.

Quietness continued, and Daniel didn't mind. After the ice skating and food booth date, as well as the conversations had on the long walk to this bus stop, it only made sense for you both to take this moment to rest. The quiet ambience of the city and evening breeze only made the moment feel more relaxing.

"I feel so out of it," he thought suddenly, looking downwards. "But in a good way. This must be the magical feeling of love a lot of people describe having at the start of their relationships." His eyes trailed over to you. "I hope my spark with them never dies."

He blinked when he noticed you shivering a bit and then he felt it, too. "Are you cold?" he fretted, guilt beginning to fill him up for not noticing sooner.

"A little." It was a soft reply, but very much telling.

Now that Daniel thought about it, the temperature did drop a little--enough to notice a change. He didn't mind it too much, but you were cold so he decided to offer you his coat.

Your brows raised. "Oh, are you sure?"

"Yeah!"

You lifted your head from his shoulder and he quickly started to take his coat off before promptly putting it around your shoulders. You looked absolutely adorable with how oversized it was on you, and he hoped it warmed you up as much as his heart felt.

"Thank you." You beamed at him. "Won't you be cold, though?"

"I'll be fine!" He gave you a thumbs up. "My house doesn't have a heater system so I'm used to being cold." The sympathetic look you gave him made him gulp. "I mean..." He glanced away. "Really, don't worry about it, haha!"

He turned back at the sound of clothes shuffling and saw you lifting an arm up. "Come here. Let's cuddle under your jacket together. More warmth, right?" You tilted your head, an inviting smile on your lips.

Red bloomed into Daniel's cheeks and he waved his hands back and forth. "I'm okay, I promise! Please, just make sure you're warm--" He cut himself off when you stood up in front of him to place his jacket over his shoulders and then sat down next to him, sneaking under the jacket. His heart could've jumped out of his throat at that point.

You laid your head back on his shoulder and looked up at him, still smiling. "How's this?"

"It... it works." Daniel laughed a little and tried to still his shaky arm as he placed it around your shoulder and carefully leaned into you. His free hand held one side of the jacket while yours held the other.

"Wow... this is heaven." The thought made Daniel shake his head in embarrassment. Love was really something, huh? "I never imagined I'd be cuddling under a shared jacket with someone I like who likes me back. Someone I'm dating, to be more literal." That thought was still embarrassing, but he felt too soft to make a deal out of it. Either way, he was glad to have this experience with you.

Perhaps as the relationship progressed, you two could cuddle but in private at his or your house under a warm blanket, instead of awkwardly (but cutely) under his jacket in public on a bench during a chilly evening.

On second thought, what was stopping him from doing that now?

Filled with the exciting adrenaline of love and experiencing intimacy, Daniel made the first move for once. He shyly asked, "Hey, if it's not a bother, do you think we could, um... cuddle more at home? Your place or mine, I don't mind. "

You looked surprised, but it was a pleasant kind of surprise. "Of course! Want to extend the date a little more at your place?"

Daniel nodded, unable to stop the giddy grin that grew on his lips.

Never had he ever been so excited to get home.

#lookism x reader #daniel park x reader #daniel park #requests #aaobal

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Yandere Profile - Link (Legend of Zelda)

ABSOLUTELY YES. MY BOY. LOVE OF MY LIFE.

As some of you may know, today is the release date of Skyward Sword HD for Switch!! So I decided to release this one now in honor of that :3

NOTES:

I went towards the idea of a Princess!reader because that just opens the gate for sooooo much potential. I'm leaning heavily towards the ZeLink interactions in BoTW and Skyward Sword just because those games have the most interaction between the two.

Also! This is great bc it gives me the opportunity to explore an idea I've actually had a long time! I've always thought about how many opportunities there have been across the games for Link and Zelda to be kinda like "haha well seeya later" and just... bolt, run away from everything, abandon their roles and responsibilities and all that. Like, if OoT kid Link got her before Ganon did and ran, if SS Link just decided to get her on the bird and bolt before everything went down, if botw Link was just like haha what if we ran away from everything together... jk... unless...?

And final note, Link is a great pick for the very traditional yandere -- sweet and : ) but can snap into darker personas. I really liked writing this bc I tend to have more self centered yans and less of the "worships the ground you walk on" type of yans like I think Link would be, so it's a nice change.

As usual now the nsfw section is divided by a ---- line.

TWs: fem reader, heavily implied Zelda!reader, stalking, murder, very brief mentions of gore/dismemberment of rivals, manipulation, very brief suicide mention, themes of reincarnation (I’ve been told this can be triggering to some people so just in case)

TWs (nsfw section): noncon, somnophilia

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Severity Scale

Intelligence/Perceptiveness: 4 Brutality: 8.5 Physical capability: 8 Mental/emotional instability: 7 Restrictiveness: 6 Sexual sadism: 5 Stubbornness: 8

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The primary trait of Link that any darling -- any person, really -- would notice is that he is, well, quiet. He has always been a man of few words, and really, he often doesn't know exactly what to say. On his own, at a first glance, he really does seem like a gentle, humble spirit, someone who blends into the background pretty well, who isn't particularly prideful or reckless or aggressive.

Which is why, to be honest, he might sort of evade the gaze of most people -- he doesn't stand out. You remember him as the boy that smiled at you now and then, it's a soft, gentle sort of smile, one that you feel conveys nothing but the utmost innocence and contentment with the world. You know he's pretty good at fighting, but doesn't get into fights needlessly, he's accomplished and respected, but has never been the guy everyone is talking about -- he's in the background, against the wall. Never speaking, always looking out, sometimes at the sky, sometimes carefully watching people. Sometimes you see him, gaze blank and tranquil, and wonder what he's thinking about. Whether he's the village boy in the time of Twilight, the trained and honored warrior that slept for many years, the boy that came down from the sky -- you can't help but feel at ease around him, safe, you can't help but find him endearing and pleasant.

Yet, you always seem to notice him. Other people... forget he exists, sometimes, he's so quiet. You never do, for whatever reason.

When he needs to get something across, he prefers to express himself through actions, not words. If you lived in Skyloft, or Ordon village, you might find problems mysteriously solved, work suddenly done that you don't remember doing. That fencepost outside your home that broke has been replaced overnight. A village child went missing and he comes back a few hours later with them in tow. Always humble, never demanding or expecting thanks, he tells you in his quiet voice that he's happy to help you.

And should you ever ask him for anything, he'll drop whatever he's doing to help. Anything for you, he says with a smile, which makes you feel a bit guilty when, honestly, you're not even sure you're remembering his name right.

And yet, sometimes, you feel so at ease around him it seems unnatural. He seems so easy to trust. You feel like you've known him forever. And sometimes you feel... for just a split second, less at ease. You find yourself randomly stiffening at his calm, sweet voice. You find yourself looking around when you're alone, as if you feel someone is there, and for some reason, his face flashes through your mind. Sometimes when he looks at you, you feel sort of cold. It's almost like invoking a memory you don't have, like some kind of learned instinct you can't recall a reason for. But those moments are fleeting, they come and go before you can even process them, replaced by warmth and comfort.

If you do spend time with him, if you find yourself gazing out your window when he's training, the next thing you notice besides him being quiet and sweet is that he's strong. It's almost ironic, how all the other knights or village boys are so aggressive and rowdy all the time, many of them taller or bulkier, and yet, none of them could ever dream of defeating Link. Not one can match his agility, speed, prowess. Such a pleasant, calm person, with so much skill, strength, and power, but that power is so rarely seen exerted. People marvel at his talent, they say it's as if he has the experience of lifetimes and lifetimes of battle in his blood.

And it's why you feel at ease when he's assigned the task of guarding you. His capabilities are unmatched, and yet you'd never fear any harm to you from him. Both of those traits put together make him the best candidate to protect you.

Of course, you do find yourself doing most of the talking. Sometimes you find yourself rambling to fill the silence, and you fear you're annoying him, but when you stop he raises an eyebrow and asks why you got so quiet. Did he do something wrong? He seems to worry about that a lot -- has he done something bad? Has he made you upset? Are you mad? At first you think he's worried about his position security, but after a while you realize he genuinely worries about it.

And when you do continue your ramblings, you're surprised to find he remembers your words -- every little thing you say. Things you don't even remember telling him. He asks you about that relative you mentioned one time, his eyes light up and he walks a bit to the side because look, it's your favorite flower over there, he'll get it for you. It's impressive, really, how he manages to remember such things. He must take his job very seriously.

He does enjoy giving you such things -- he loves giving you gifts. It's usually things he finds, wholesome little things -- makes a crown out of the flowers you like so much, finds something interesting here or there, while he was off-duty he saw something in the markets he thought you'd like and got it for you. You almost feel guilty, it's so constant that he's giving you things.

Sometimes you ask him about himself, you realize he knows so much about you and you so little about him. He blushes, he rubs the back of his head, he insists there's nothing interesting about him, he wouldn't waste your time like that. It takes time to get him out of his shell, but eventually, he tells you this or that, little stories from his life.

Sometimes you take long walks, you like to get out of the stuffy walls and have fun outside, he accompanies you across Hyrule. Sometimes it feels familiar, you pass places you've never been that give you a feeling of nostalgia, deja vu, a sense that you've been here before.

He’s protectiveness incarnated. Insanely so. He can spring to his feet at a moment's notice and deals with anything that comes for you before they can even get close.

It makes you feel safe, but there's something else there. It's a ferocity that is so contrasting to his normal self, different even from the times you've seen him fight as he trains. It's a glint in the eyes, an aggression in his expression, that almost makes him seem like a different person. And it lingers for a moment, once the creature is dead and his sword hand falls to his side, he turns and glances at you to his side, a hand raised to wipe the blood off his face, and for that lingering second, it's still there, his blank expression and wide eyes -- a ferocity so intense it starts to look like bloodlust, chaos, destruction. And then, it's as if you imagined it. Smiling and telling you it's gone now, you're ok. You're glad he's so truly devoted.

In fact, he's so dedicated to his job that he starts... doing it... outside of his job hours...? Well, today he was given the day off, and you were told to stay inside because you didn't have to go out. He comes knocking on your door, says not to be startled if you hear someone outside your door move or shift or anything, but he just wanted to let you know in case. He'll be right here. Keeping watch. So don't worry. You're safe.

And likewise, he was supposed to have a day off when you were supposed to enter the town. You were assigned two other guards to watch you, since it's a special trip, so you're surprised to find just Link waiting for you. He took care of it, he says, he didn't feel right leaving your safety up to someone else, he doesn't trust them. So they agreed to let him take over for today.

All of this said, he doesn't have to grow alongside you, he doesn't have to be the childhood friend, the knight who guards you. He doesn't even have to have met you. Fate works in odd ways like that. There's a sort of inexplicable instant attachment he takes to you, almost as though it's some kind of destined, divinely inspired sort of thing. He would describe it as saying you feel familiar to him.

He's also, notably, prone to a more traditional trope of what you might call humility whiplash. For the most part, he's got that overly humble, worshipping, "I don't deserve to even stand in your presence" sort of mentality. However, although it's rare and requires a lot of wearing down his mental state, if pushed far enough, he can have brief moments where he snaps into more or less the complete opposite -- entitlement, arrogance, aggression, getting mad at you for the behavior he'd normally take with a smile on his face. Thankfully, unlike some yanderes that have a whole snapping episode towards their darling, his are very very brief, usually only a matter of seconds or a single snarled sentence before he snaps back to normal, wide-eyed and apologetic and telling you I don't know what came over me. It’s... a little frightening to say the least, but you blow it off, tell yourself that hey, everyone has moments like that... Right?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

For the most part, he doesn't need it, he can pretty easily cling to your side well enough to be assured of your safety, and he manages to scare off the undesirables not with a glare, but a smile that's just a little too sweet and far too persistent -- it unnerves people. You hear a lot of people say that something about that guy rubs me the wrong way. Or that he gives me goosebumps for some reason. Even the people he scares away themselves can't pinpoint exactly what it is, all they know is that, despite being reputed as kind and quiet (and maybe a little dense), somehow a lot of people agree that something about him puts people at unease, and that's all he needs. Because they stay away from him, and if he’s by your side all the time, that means they stay away from you too. Why keep you trapped when you can just be isolated?

An aware Link is a a unique scenario. One scenario that's rather... interesting to imagine is a Link that defies fate itself, a Link that decides to be selfish in one of those rare snapping moments of his. Perhaps he makes a decision when everything starts going down, when the chaos is beginning, or perhaps he has somehow managed to gain knowledge of the bigger picture at work, the reality of the nature of your existence and his.

Perhaps he begins to think it's unfair. To suffer again and again. To prove himself again and again, and not always even to reap any benefits, to work so hard and yet still -- still -- you slip out of his grasp. He longs for a life with no tribulations, no struggle, no fights to be fought. He begins to feel like it's what he wants the most. He begins to feel like maybe it's what he deserves. So many lifetimes of struggles, if the higher powers won't give him a reward, he'll take it himself.

And perhaps, for all their higher power, not even the great goddesses themselves would have ever predicted it -- humans are ultimately creatures of will. To defy fate and to run away from destiny -- it wouldn't be the first time a human has tried such a thing. Sure, Hyrule may be destroyed. The people may all die. There may be nothing left. But you know what? He's stopped caring. If you're alive and he's alive, tucked away in your little corner of the world where you've found respite, well, that's all he needs. Even if you're on the run from forces that would want to find you, even if the threat of the final third of the triforce owner looms over your head. He'll ignore it, he'll look away.

You'll live a quiet little life together, a happy life without suffering, without quests and enemies, without strife, without worry. That's what he tells you when he steals you away, lifts you out of your bed one night. Says to be quiet, there's danger outside your door, he's rescuing you. You have no reason to not believe him. He waits until things go down, a castle under siege, but rather than taking you to where you're supposed to go, he climbs onto the horse and starts... riding away. It gets further and further into the distance, and you might ask why, what's going on? You have a job to do, he has a battle to be fought. But he says you're going far, far away, someplace you'll be safe.

But what about the divine beasts, the seals, the Twilight, whatever threat runs in this world in this time, what about the threat of Ganon, you ask? He says it doesn't matter anymore. You were doomed to fail, he thinks, it's either stay here and die, or run away. All that matters is you. And he'd like you to feel the same way for him. You will with enough time, don't worry.

He just wants this happy, quiet life with you that he’s been denied time and time again. It’s all he wants. If fate won’t give it to him, he’ll make it happen himself, and carve out the life he is determined to have, defying even the will of higher power.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

He gets it. Really, he does. "Stop following me!" You yell. Well, he understands why you might feel that way, but this is kinda his job. He thinks you're naive. Not that he would ever, ever have a thought that you're imperfect, of course! It's because you're so perfect and pure that you're... less aware of the dangers all around.

He'll let you think you're free, perhaps. He's more than capable of being quiet, quiet is kind of his thing. Watching you from a short distance is easy. Of course, his horse might make a noise, he can't really help that, or he might misstep on a branch or something. And then you turn around and get all mad again. Now you're even more angry. Well, he can also tell your guardians/father, who will encourage you to accept it. You can't help but feel a little bad -- he's just doing his job.

Now, our aware, runaway Link, well, does he really need to keep you restrained? What would you go back to? Certain death, a land destroyed? Sometimes you mention home, and he's quick to remind you that home doesn't exist anymore. His home is where you are. Can't you feel the same way? You found peace here in this little place -- a village far far away. Travelers, you call yourselves. What's the point in going elsewhere? How would you ever survive without him? He's not very good at being subtle or skillful about the psychological manipulation, it's obvious he's trying to scare you into not leaving, but... it still works, because really, he has a point.

He doesn't want to have to use physical restraint, in any case. And for the most part, it's not needed, because one important aspect of your relation is that his job kinda revolves around you (in some incarnations), or, perhaps you live in the same little village, but either way the thing is that his presence does the job well enough -- he's always there, perhaps more so than almost any other yandere. Even when you think you've managed to get away from him for a moment, somehow his face pops up out of nowhere. How he manages to pull it off is a mystery, you swear he manages to find you so well and predict your movements it's inhuman.

But if you really, really pose a problem, a smarter and sneakier darling that somehow manages to keep slipping out of his grasp and running off (you never get away for more than about 20 minutes or so, but nonetheless), you keep trying to run off when he's sleeping (he wakes up in approximately 25 seconds if your presence is absent from the bed, but that's still enough time to run out the front door), every time he turns his head (which isn't often) you're trying to disappear... well, in that case, he can reach a point of deciding more straightforward measures are necessary. He hates to do it, really, at least when he's not yet at a snapping point. But it's for your own good. And he says so, quite apologetically.

But it's not so bad, it's not like you're being chained to a wall or anything. For one, he got leather ties so you'd be more comfortable, but more importantly, as your guardian, he figured the best thing for you to be tied to would be... himself. Think of it like friendship bracelets! It's just... got a 5-foot chain connecting them. This way you can't sneak off at night, and you won't get too far when he's distracted. It's a safety measure.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

He's a learner. At first, it's easy. Honestly, he is a rather naive, gullible boy, sometimes he reminds you of a happy dog with his bright eyes. He likes to believe the best of people, give them the benefit of the doubt in all circumstances, and that goes double for you, who he believes can do no wrong.

And even when you do lie to him, it's still not wrong. You didn't do anything bad. Clearly there has simply been a misunderstanding, and you thought you had to lie. Or perhaps you simply forgot a detail or were confusing something with something else. It wasn't malicious on your end, he knows that.

He's actually significantly smarter than he lets on in practical knowledge, though. Those dungeon puzzles pay off, you know? He's got pattern recognition down. So over time he learns how to distinguish when you're lying to him or attempting to deceive him, and sees through it increasingly well.

And yet, he doesn't really... get mad over it, most of the time. Again, he's just capable of deluding himself into believing there's a reason. He believes so strongly in your goodness that he finds a way to interpret everything you do as out of benevolence. So you snuck out the window and didn't tell him you were going for a walk because you just wanted to get away from his suffocating presence for once? You were just thinking of him. You didn't want to burden him and wanted to give him a break. Well, that's thoughtful, but don't worry, he doesn't need a break. He thinks it's precious you're so considerate of him though!

You don't tell him you were talking to that person, and you lie and say no when he asks, because you don't want him to worry, and because you underestimate how dangerous others can be. He's told you a million times and you don't listen, but that's ok, it's because you're just so pure you see the best in everyone. Everything you do is good.

Because he perceives your lies, he will still work against and around it. He won't confront you on your lies, he'll just make sure to deal with the situation -- you lied about sneaking out, well, he'll just keep watch and be ready to meet you outside next time. You lied about talking to a person, well, he'll just have to make sure they stay away from you instead.

If you're trying to trick him, he just plays along until necessary. Smiles and nods. He gets the suspicion you're planning a break-out when he told you he was leaving to go get something from town... rather than saying so, he just decides, you know what? Why don't you come with him? Oh, you're feeling sick, you tell him it's ok, go without you? Well, he can't leave you alone then! Because you're clearly not and just trying to get him to leave... or, as he says, he can't just leave you alone. He'll go another day.

He's fairly manipulable when it comes to praise and affection. You can easily Pavlov him into certain behaviors or patterns with just the slightest words of praise and affection. He's not a very outwardly expressive person, tends to stay quiet, but you can tell how he feels inside when you give the slightest praise, a hug, a kiss on the cheek -- you can see that soft hint of a smile and tell that inside, he's basically melting, even if it's not obvious to most people. And, much like the lying, he’s honestly often aware of it, but he just can’t help it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He tries to get you the things that he feels will make you happy. Your happiness is incredibly important to him, and he usually thinks about how any action he plans to take might affect you, spends a lot of time debating choices of things to do or say and try to determine how each one will affect you and choose accordingly.

As such, he goes out of his way to support the things you want to do. Have a hobby? He'll find the best materials available. Want a book or a food? He'll obtain it through some means. Even if procuring it involves a side-quest-y set of mundane tasks or scouring the world for 70 of this and 50 of that to exchange it for the item from an obscure specialist, it's all worth it.

The only thing he just doesn't give up on is the constant vigilance and insistence on being by your side more or less every waking second. And every sleeping second. And just every single moment you're alive. It's for your safety.

This is actually one of the things he can get a little nasty about when it comes to how he deals with it, because he quickly has the bright idea that if you don't get it, he'll make you understand. Of course, he can't actually risk you getting hurt, so he stages it. Allows you to sneak off, or at least think you have, and walk right into the path of those monsters he lured, or the people he hired to intimidate you. Of course, it's only natural that he shows up at the last possible second, right on time to save you. You should expect that, after all, it's his responsibility to protect you, of course fate works out perfectly like this. See, he was right, it's so dangerous, and without him you'd be dead. Hopefully you grasp that now.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

His is mostly related to vigilance. Where are you? Who have you been talking to? Who was that person you were talking with just now? What did they say? He's not nosy. He just cares about you. It’s in the job description. You ought to understand just how much certain bad people would love to find you and hurt you. That's why he has to know.

This isn't our modern world, so there's no phones or tracking devices to speak of, just himself, which, well, might as well be a tracking device since he never seems to have difficulty finding you. Sometimes you're not sure how he does it.

He tells you that you don't have to be with him 24/7, but you will be, even if you don't realize it. He's aware enough to know that you'll feel suffocated and get mad if you're aware of his presence all the time, so he gives you your "alone" time, aka, the "follow her quietly from a 20+ foot distance" time. It all feels the same to you. Well, sometimes you feel eyes on you, but you shake the feeling off as paranoia.

So it's not so much that he sets rules and reacts when they're broken, but rather, he works his way around anything you might do so well that he doesn't need you to follow his rules, or really, you take them more as suggestions. But honestly, that's kind of worse. It's enough to drive a darling to the brink of a mental breakdown very quickly. With Link you will inevitably become paranoid, nervous, you feel like you're going insane because he manages to pop up everywhere, he always knows what you did when you did it and you have no idea how it is even conceivably possible for him to know some of the things that he knows. He confronts you very plainly and quietly, often sweetly, asking why you did this or that or telling you it's ok, you don't have to hide anything, surely there’s a good reason, and if not, he forgives you anyway. In a way, it's worse than an angry confrontation. You begin to feel like he's omnipresent, like he can read your mind, and it truly takes a mental toll and affect you worse than any normal yandere's concept of punishment.

This ultimately works out well in his favor. The more you just do what he wants, the less it feels like a violation or intrusion that he knows these things, since he was there with you, it makes sense, and you continuously get bent to his will.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Ah, and thus we get to that brutality rating.

It would be unthinkable to think that any sort of scum would even dare. Even he isn't worthy of being with you, and someone else thinks they could be? So, he more or less views "rivals" as an offense. When they're threats, well, he's allowed to deal with them. When they're not, well... he has a wonderful reputation. If he says he overheard that person planning usurpation or assassination, that they realized he was listening in and wildly attacked him, everyone will believe him. Even if the death seems a little... non-immediate. And uh... frankly... overkill. How exactly... did those limbs get perfectly severed during equally armed combat? And was it... really necessary... to kinda spill entrails all over like that? He'll apologize, of course, he was just so outraged by the thought of someone hurting you or your family, you know? You notice his eye twitches a bit as he says it.

He has a lot of... bottled up frustrations, which we'll touch on in the nsfw section as well, but it tends to manifest in those two ways: sex and violence. Rather than exerting stress and anger and frustration as it comes, he lets it fester. He tries to maintain being the noble, humble, self-sacrificing person he feels he should be. That is... difficult to do for a long time. People expect a lot from him, even in timelines where he's not necessarily realized as the hero quite yet, he usually has a lot of responsibilities. But then you tack on the whole hero thing? The weight of the world is sometimes, quite literally, on his shoulders. Do you have any idea the kind of stress that comes with that knowledge? It's not pleasant. And it quickly bottles up, a very very fragile bottle set to eventually shatter in a matter of time.

On a longer sort of quest, he just kinda... leaves a trail of destruction in his wake. Enemies don't actually just poof out of existence the way they do on-screen, you know. Anyone coming across an area he's just been through is met with literal piles upon piles of corpses, sometimes monsters, but sometimes people. He takes a very scorched earth sort of policy when it comes to dealing with things.

He's able to easily get close to people, with that sweet face and puppy eyes and lithe body, people don't really feel on guard around him nor intimidated. That makes it significantly easier to infiltrate enemy hideouts, earn favors, and work his way in to be able to commit mass murder more easily. Granted, no one thinks too much of it because they *are* truly enemies, after all, they *did* need to be taken out and well, if the rulers can choose to either send a group of ten soldiers or just one guy and get the job done equally well either way, they'll go with the latter option. No one thinks anything of it, except the occasional person who laughs and says something to the effect of remind me to never get on your bad side, haha! He gives that sheepish, sweet little smile, and jokingly tells them that yeah, better not.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

For you, nearly impossible. For others, at a hair trigger.

For the most part, he conceals anger well until, as aforementioned, it bottles up and bursts. The truth is he gets irritated virtually all the time by other people. People who talk to you. Look at you. Smile at you. He’s actually rather easily annoyed even when you’re not involved, but again, he’s good at hiding it until it builds.

His rage has a commonality with his calm -- it's quiet. At least, at first. When it's directed at others, his eyes narrow. It's the telltale sign that someone has ignited his rage. It burns on the inside, it starts off as a spark that builds and builds and grows larger and larger until it's a blazing fire that consumes everything in his path. It's a loss of composure, a rare moment of complete loss of self-control. From his own perspective, it feels like he's not in control of his own body, it's all a blur happening in front of him and when it's over he's looking down at his own hands, unable to process his own actions, sometimes unable to remember them.

But it's violent, merciless, unforgiving. It does not yield to begging, it does not leave anything alive unless forced to. You remember the first time you realized how unnatural it was, how shocked you were at how he did something that certainly went against the code he was sworn to follow, the very first time you felt truly afraid of Link. It was a walk in town -- someone called out to you, spitting obscenities about you and your family, your lineage, threw something at you -- he caught it in his hand and crushed it, and quickly, without a word, advanced on the offender. And, to make a long story short, you had to prevent him from beating a man to death in public in broad daylight. He was forgiven by his superiors, but even they seemed shocked. You had to pull him off, and when he jerked his head around to look at whatever was stopping him -- before his face softened as he recognized your own face -- the split second you saw the burn of hatred and fury in eyes that were normally so soft and loving, was nothing short of unsettling, you still recall the chill that ran down your spine.

And honestly? It's terrifying. And the first time, it's shocking. Sure, you knew he could fight. You've seen him fight off monsters, bokoblins and lizalfos and the like. But something is different about seeing the blood of a human being run down his sword, dripping onto the ground, to see the bodies and the blank, numb gaze on his features he always has after it's over. The absolute lack of hesitancy he has to run human enemies through before they even have a chance to explain themselves, how unbothered he seems by the carnage left in his wake. The way he turns back to you, drenched in red and smiles, tells you it's ok, you're safe now. There's no need to look so scared.

And it changes how you view him, in the long run. Less of a guardian angel, more of a guardian dog, one that defends your name when you never asked him to. Pleads to tell him not to fall on deaf ears -- you just don't understand why it has to be this way, he says, you can't comprehend the threat they posed. From the sweet boy that leaves you flowers and repairs and instead leaves a wave of destruction in his path you would not have thought possible.

Directed towards you, though, it's entirely different. He tries his best to have patience with you, no matter what. He smiles, he tries to make excuses as to why you'd say this or do that, why you'd feel a certain way, and he's rather good at deluding himself to give you the benefit of the doubt.

But when it reaches an end, when he can no longer lie to himself, when you push it to a point that you truly make him mad, it's more of a snap. The times he'll lay hands on you in a truly violent way are rare, and as aforementioned, very brief. It's usually not so much of actually a blow, so much as a grab. He just can't get what he's trying to tell you through your thick head, so he stresses it, trying to make you understand as he grabs you by the upper arms, shaking you with each word, and he only stops when he sees the pain and fear in your eyes, drawing his hands back at lightning speed. He saves you from some danger very narrowly, one of the few times he lost track of you for a moment and had to frantically search before coming across you being attacked. What would I have done if something happened to you? Don't you understand that? He's so lost in the relief it takes him a moment to feel you beating on his arms in the embrace, choking and wheezing that you can't breathe, that his grip is so tight it feels like he'll snap you in half. He draws back again, and he apologizes, but it will certainly happen more than once.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Above. Like, so, so, so far above. He feels like he doesn't even deserve to look at you. Of course, neither does anyone else, so he's just, you know, stepping up to bear the burden of wrongdoing to keep people even worse than him away from you.

So it's less that you're just above him so much as you're above everyone. He's actually, perhaps surprisingly, a little bit of a pessimist about the world. The world is full of so many terrible people and so many horrible things happen that he's borne witness to. It's a "world cold and hard, (y/n) soft and warm" sort of thing. You're the one good thing, the thing that makes him happy, the ultimate source of comfort he has, and he has to prevent you from being defiled by the evil of the world, keep you innocent and sweet (even if he's just deluding himself to think you are those things in the first place).

This ties into, again, how he interprets every action you take as good and benevolent -- he has the "you can do no wrong" mentality. Even very blatantly malicious things, he'll interpret in a way that makes you somehow still come out a perfect, innocent angel. If you do harm to others, well, they simply deserved it. You did something technically wrong, but you knew no better, or you were desperate. You can't be held responsible for any of it. And if you're mean to him, well, he probably did something to make you upset.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Sort of a duality. Yes, he's very persistent. He thinks about it all the time. Every time you yell and try to run and hurl nasty insults at him, it hurts far more than you realize. He doesn't let it show on his face or in his voice, but it really does, and it gets to him sometimes. He's hyper observant of every little thing you do, your body language, your tone, the way you look at him, and the slightest of differences can change his mood internally, although it tends to look the same outwardly.

He makes little mental notes of it -- today she didn't flinch when I touched her shoulder. Today she didn't frown when she saw me coming. Little things like that will make his entire day. Likewise, the inverse kills him inside. He aims to make every day one of the former days, where the littlest signs of acceptance or even kindness and affection give him a sort of high that makes him feel like he's floating.

He tries his best to do things that he thinks will, well, earn love. Every opportunity to do something for you, he takes it. Everything he sees he'd think you'd like, he buys (or steals, or... loots from a dead body) for you. On and on that idea goes. And although he doesn't say too much, when he does speak to you, he usually has something nice to say. He views it in a formulaic way -- ironically, think about it like those collectibles in overworlds. You get enough of this or that thing, and once you have enough, you can go talk to this or that person and donate them all and get a reward, right? He's accustomed to viewing things that way. Love should be the same way. If he just completes enough tasks and gathers enough items, eventually he'll unlock your love.

That being said, even if it doesn't happen, much to your despair, he just... doesn't. Give. Up. He doesn't quit. No matter how many times you tell him, it doesn't make a difference. You can tell him you'll never love him, and it's like it goes in one ear and out the other. He keeps trying. And he never, ever, ever stops trying. What did you expect? The boy's been fighting the same enemy over and over across lifetimes, needless to say his spirit has build up some persistence.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Bonus: Zelda/Triforce of Wisdom Darling

And don't worry. If it all goes wrong, when he fails, those divergences in time where the hero is vanquished and evil wins out -- it's not the end. Somehow, that's the feeling he gets, holding your little lifeless body up, running hands across your cold skin. Somehow, he feels oddly calm. Like it hurts, but it's ok. Like he'll see you again. Maybe not soon, but one day. This time didn't work out. But the next one will.

And that's the feeling you'll always have. Every time you meet him and you feel like you've met before, the lingering memories when you wake from your dreams -- flying through skies and sailing on oceans, a child, an adult, a boy you've never met, or one you've known all your life, but it's always the same face, the same voice, the one right beside you in the waking world. You sometimes wonder if he has the same feelings, the same dreams, the same sense of something greater than yourselves at work, the sense of being just smaller pieces in a much bigger picture.

The sense of permanency, that each other is all there will ever be -- regardless of how it makes you feel, regardless of how that scares you, sometimes you feel like you can never be free. Sometimes, when you think of running away, those dark moments when you think of even escaping from life itself, it feels futile. It's as if you know it would never hold him away forever. As if death is insignificant. Perhaps in this lifetime, you'll become aware of why that is, or perhaps not.

With other obsessive lovers, just the idea of til death do us part is a terrifying thought. But, for Link, not even death can keep him away from you. Your suffering is already determined by the will of higher power, for the sake of a greater good.

In truth, it’s the goddesses who made him this way intentionally -- it’s designed to ensure your safety, even at the cost of your suffering. Again, for a greater good. Sure, you may live one lifetime to the next desperately locked in the same cycle in which your freedom and will is stripped from you, but in the end, it serves a purpose.

Nor will he change -- perhaps this one this time is a bit more spirited, more calm, more pessimistic, more optimistic... but in the end, at their core, they're the same soul, with the same will deep, deep down. The same drive to find you and protect you. The same love for you, an all-consuming love that destroys everything in its path to you and leaves ruin in its wake.

And if fate should one day keep you apart, should things change, for whatever reason, it’s unable to change him. There's another force even more powerful than fate determined to keep you together. The only thing more unavoidable, inevitable, and unescapable than fate, is Link himself.

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General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

In moments of passion, he changes a bit, unlike other more submissive yans who stay consistent in their reverence and desire to please.

You see, after a while, being as lenient and tolerant and flexible and completely devoted as he is... constantly self-sacrificing in so many ways, to you, to Hyrule, to the world... some frustrations build up. It's a big, big bottle of emotion, all tucked away and festering, getting greater and greater and eventually it has to explode somehow.

His reservations and inhibitions fall away. Perhaps a darker, more selfish side comes out. Perhaps that's why he's so rough. He knows he'll regret it later, the bruises from how hard he grips, the marks from the bites, but the hormones and the heat takes over. He'll feel bad for defiling you. He'll apologize. And he'll do it again. And again. And again.

But once the resolve crumbles, it topples. That is, he can't partially maintain it -- if it's partially gone, it falls apart completely. He lets go, so to speak. And when he lets go, you find that underneath that carefully constructed resolve and willpower that holds him back, he can be a very, very rough and possessive lover. In his normal state, he wouldn't dare think of you as a possession, or as something he's even worthy of. He would like so, so much to think that, to feel like he's allowed to -- but he doesn't. He chastises himself for even having such a desire. But in those moments, when his resolve is gone and his brain isn't thinking quite too clearly, he might even have to audacity to say "mine." Even if it's not true, not now, maybe it will be. He would like that so much. His and his alone.

And in a moment of clarity, he might even throw away the inhibition on purpose. The more selfish side, the same Link that drags you away from your destiny -- he's already forsaken his responsibilities, hasn't he? Why care anymore about the structures that no longer exist, your status and his, if there's no kingdom left? He likes that it happened, even. This way, this time, you can throw off those titles, those roles. Without your status, your title, there's nothing stopping him from making you his. And you will be his, and nothing more. It's all you need to be. So he doesn't have to care anymore about any of that, he doesn't have to stop himself from going wild. Biting into every little spare patch of skin, covering your body with marks that make him feel comforted to see.

As far as drive it's a bit of a two-sided duality. Outwardly he's not a very sexual person at all, blushes and stutters and averts his gaze at the slightest mention of suggestive topics, tries his best to be Respectful(tm) by always looking away when you're in a compromising position, or your skirt flies up, etc etc. Given how constant his vigilance is, he has a tendency to accidentally walk in on your changing or bathing, except unlike with many yanderes, it's genuinely an accident. Not that the image doesn't stick in his mind, nor does he wish he hadn't gotten to see, but he does feel guilty, and it was genuinely unintentional. He kinda freezes up, so it takes a moment for him to actually snap out of it and run out.

That being said, he quickly develops something of a masturbation addiction when he's younger, it starts as more of a stress reliever than anything, He's so sweet and always feels bad about talking about his problems and feelings, so that and, well, violence are the only ways he can get it out. Thus he learns to channel stress and nerves into sexuality, and once he has a real living body and not just his hand, that dependency on cumming to relieve it doesn't change.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Particularly so, yes, cares quite a bit. And it takes a while for him to feel comfortable. Even consensually, the first few times he touches you for several months, he's got trembling hands and stays quieter than ever, constantly freezes up every time you move or make a noise because he thinks he's done something wrong. He has to be coaxed into feeling more comfortable before he gets used to it, but he will build confidence over time.

As addressed before, though, if he's pushed and pushed and pushed long enough, you can get a darker side to come out. This is most likely something that would only occur post-kidnapping in a distant time, once he's far away from any possibility of consequence and destruction has set in to the world around you. He starts to get a little bitter, if you've been mean to him. It all builds up. Don't you get that he's literally saved your life? That he devoted every waking second to you? Isn't he kinda entitled to some thanks? The cycle of time never rewards him. Even the figures he helps over time rarely give him more than a verbal praise and thanks, maybe an item here or there, and then disappear. His role feels thankless. He starts to feel like he deserves something, something tangible, in return.

Surprisingly, though, he actually does not take the route of guilt-tripping or emotional manipulation or gaslighting his way into it like a lot of the sweeter yanderes when he does have that snap. His snaps/breakdowns are rather extreme in terms of how much of a polar opposite they are to his normal state, rather than just a slight bend of his normal personality. Rather than taking the route of most yanderes like himself, he just gets directly physically forceful. Still somewhat sweet, though, reminds you he loves you, he'd die for you, you're his entire world. You'd argue that doesn't really change the actions, but considering how frightening he is in that state, you're not dumb enough to vocalize that.

The guilt consumes him alive afterwards. Like, immediately afterwards. He's still panting and twitching and buried inside when it sets in. That being said, he doesn't get to stuttering and profusely apologizing, like he does over smaller offenses. It's all done and he can't take it back, so he just kinda collapses and says nothing. He's not the best with words, you know. It's an odd mixture of guilt and, honestly, a bit of satisfaction and relief. It feels like letting go of some self-imposed burden, that feeling of finally surrendering to some deep want, even if it comes with a lot of remorse, the relief of finally letting go does have a good feeling as well... and because of that, it’s another one of those barriers that, once broken, can’t be built up again.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

In all honesty the boy is, for the most part, a fairly gentle and vanilla lover. He doesn't really need anything special to get off -- he's easily excited and cums very very easily too. Just the prospect of getting to stick his dick in you in any capacity is enough to make him nearly burst at the thought honestly.

In general, as aforementioned, he's very very cautious and gentle to a point, but has a tendency to get actually kinda rough once he gets into it. The thing is, the roughness aspect is actually unintentional. He's one of those boys that is a little bit unaware of his own strength, doesn't process exactly how hard and fast he's going. He just gets lost in the feeling, kinda enters a dazed lusty haze where he's less aware of his actions. Doesn't realize he's literally got an iron grip pressing your head down on his dick or into the bed until you start flailing your hands because you can't breathe. Doesn't realize how hard he was gripping until he sees the bruises on your arms and hips later. That sort of deal -- poor thing is just unaware and doesn't have enough blood in his brain to think straight.

Biting

Surprisingly a really big one for him. (Remnants of a past life cycle with some lupine experiences perhaps?) In all seriousness, he could not explain exactly why if asked, it's one of those "I just like it" sort of things. It feels like yet another way to conjoin the two bodies, pulls you close. The marking aspect is also nice. Granted, he feels guilty afterwards, tries to help it heal. He has that same duality where moments ago he was this intimidating beast of a human being, rough and growly and jerking you like you were weightless, and now he's back to this bright eyed softie stuttering while he apologizes.

The guilt is mixed with a bit of enjoyment, though. It's constantly conflicting -- sure, part of him understands it's embarrassing and will help you cover up, but part of him doesn't want to, he wants people to see. Part of him looks at the marks and tells himself internally to never do that again, and part of him sees them and just wants to give you even more. It's a constant internal conflict, poor thing.

As far as a place, he likes the neck and shoulders best, simply because it's the most visible and it's the most passionate ones to create, when your bodies are tightly locked together. That being said, though, he also has a thing for biting at the insides of your thighs. It's another one of those I just like it sort of things.

Sometimes, when you're asleep, or pretending to be, you can feel him trace the bite marks with his fingers, softly running them over the circular pattern, just enough to barely ghost over your flesh.

Somnophilia

It puts him at ease. This one is particularly prevalent towards the beginning of your relationship, before you really know... how he is. He has this image of you as so pure and he couldn't bear the thought of defiling you with his horrible horrible thoughts. The guilt eats away at him for a while, but eventually he just can't hold back, but how could he ever do anything to you and risk consequence? So... the solution he comes up with is waiting until you sleep.

He tests the waters to see how heavy of a sleeper you are. Calls your name at increasing volume, lightly runs his fingers over your hair, pokes your face, whispers in your ear, runs his hands over your arms. Just to see what makes you rustle, if anything, so he knows the limits. If it turns out you're an incredibly light sleeper, well, unfortunately that means he's limited to just jerking off to your sleeping form, but that's ok. Just seeing your soft face and the cute way you breathe, the slightest way your lips open, that's enough for him.

If it turns out you're a heavier sleeper though, well, he tries to fight the temptation, but ends up going further. Slowly climbs onto your bed, careful to make the weight shift as gently as possible. Slowly pulls the covers back. Runs his hands up and down. It's a lot better when he can actually see your body as he jerks off, honestly. If he's feeling particularly risky, he might press your thighs together, feel how soft your skin is to his cock, how nice the squeezing pressure between them is.

He gets easily lost in a haze, though, so he inevitably ends up accidentally cumming on you and has to frantically find a way to lightly dab it up without waking you. He panics quite a bit, but that doesn't stop him from doing it again the very next night.

Overstimulation/Forced Orgasm

It just means he's doing a good job, really. Sure, you squeal and kick your feet back and forth and tug at his hair, but that's just because it feels good. Orgasms equate to love and feel good, right? Sure there's a little bit of pain when you go overboard, but then it just leads to feeling even better, right?

It's kind of an irrational compulsion rather than a logical goal, though. He just has an impulsive need to feel you quiver and spasm and clench, it basically gives him a chemical high hit and a wave of reassurance, makes him feel good in both the physical sense and the emotional sense. The first one sends him into this compulsive need to feel it over and over and over again, as many times as he can. It's another one of his internal conflict things -- sure, he knows it's hurting, but he just has to get one more. Just one more. But of course, every time turns into "just one more" when he's been saying that for half an hour now.

And, to be honest, it kind of gives him a pride boost to think he can make you cum against your will. How many people struggle to achieve that even when both parties are trying? It makes him feel good in an adequacy sort of way, he feels needed.

Size Kink/Distension

You know, there's a well-known thing among the male-lovers in this world when it comes to size. It's never the arrogant, loud guys, it's never the social butterflies, it's never the tall guys, it's never the beefy muscly guys. No, they're not the ones that end up somehow bestowed with absolute monster cocks. It's always the soft, lean boys who don't talk much. And they're always painfully unaware of it, too.

He's no exception. Not to the size or the complete lack of awareness. He hasn't spent a lot of time around guys his age too much, he's always been the one sent for some special task and ends up out in the wilderness by himself on journeys, or, in some lifetimes, accompanying you most of the time. He doesn't know what the average dick looks like, so he has no idea he's far above average.

This might sound like a plus, and of course in some ways it is, but also he doesn't think about the fact that the average body isn't properly equipped to handle it. You're supposed to just kinda put it in, that's how the sex works, right? Poor thing, especially if it's entirely consensual sex, he's just kinda ???? because why are you in pain? What is he doing wrong? You have to eventually explain it's literally just his body, not something he's doing.

That being said, naturally, he's a humble person, but hearing you say that does kinda... make him feel good inside. A little bit proud. He's not a person who takes a lot of pride in many things, so he likes having this one thing, and quickly notices you can visibly see it through the bulge it makes in your stomach. Especially if it's in a position where your back is pressed to his front, every little movement creates the bulge, so expect to get a lot of that.

He doesn't really bring it up much or talk about it when he's actually fucking you, it's more like, as with many things, something he's quietly aware of and silently enjoys a lot internally, even if it's not voiced.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Yes and no. It has to do with his overactive protection instinct. What if something happened or went wrong? He couldn't take that. He couldn't lose you.

At the same time, he likes kids, and he's very good with them, very patient. And over time, realizes that a kid would be the perfect tool of manipulation, and besides that, isn't it a beautiful thing, an ultimate manifestation of love?

So how to work around that... Ultimately, what he decides to do is have a kid... Just not by blood. There are plenty of orphans in Hyrule, wandering the streets and the wilderness, picking one up is easy. ...You wouldn't leave this poor child to suffer out there, to fend for themselves, would you? Nor would you leave him to take care of it by himself... Right?

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Oh, it's not like he thinks of it that way. He would call it... a reminder. You put yourself in danger again? You tried to go back again? You were gone and for ten whole minutes he didn't know where you were? What could the solution to this issue be? The only thing his brain can really come up with is making sure you need him. Making sure you're content and satisfied here with him so you don't go running off.

Thus we return to the forced orgasm thing -- see, you do need him. It feels good, right? You say it hurts, and maybe it does a little, but ultimately you wouldn't be cumming if it wasn't good. No one else can ever do that. No one else knows you like this. No one else was made for you like this. You can't replace him. You need him. And he can keep going as many times as it takes until you see that, too. Even if he gets milked dry, he has a mouth and hands for a reason.

And by "until you see that," I mean until you say it. In his more... emotionally intense moments, he gets a bit insistent. He needs to hear you say it. Admit it to yourself. And to him. That you need him, that you depend on him, that you'll never leave again. And don't think your patience and tolerance can stand a chance of outlasting his -- it will keep going until you say it.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

He's one of those wholesome type of boys who goes with something sweet. He says maybe your hair, your face, your skin, your eyes. It's all so comforting. So familiar. Of course, not to say that he doesn't like your less wholesome mentionable parts, but he wants to be chivalric about such a question, and feels answering that way would be too disrespectful.

In his unspoken thoughts, though, he likes the hips. It's a part of you he can grab onto and hold you close with. He puts his hands there a lot and holds tight, like he feels like at any moment you could slip out of his grasp. And, I mean, it's nice to look at, can't forget that.

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juyeoniemyhoney · 3 years ago

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make you feel my love

Losing means nothing to Ishikawa when he has you.

pairing: ishikawa yuki x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think there’s any!

word count: 2074 words

A/N: i honestly dont know who wants to read this but im just gonna post it anyways HAHA so here all you ishikawa simps pls enjoy<3

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

For a second there, he almost forgets that they lost the game and are not able to proceed to the quarter-finals. For a second there, he almost completely forgets about his regrets and anger and frustration. And it's all because of you. And of course, he is eternally grateful to you. After all, what on earth would he do without you? He would still be crying his ass off, that's what, though he would never admit it out loud. And it is because of this reason— though he would do it without a reason at all— that he kisses you a little longer, hugs you a little tighter, loves you a little more.

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