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thesculptedflower · 1 year ago

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Hermosa

You work late nights at a diner that’s located in a not so safe part of Albaquerque. You have a very special regular, who ends up being your saving grace from this sad part of your life.

Content warnings: Attempted abuse, attempted sexual abuse, swearing, violence, +18, MDNI

Tropes: Age gap, denied feelings, forced proximity, ’’who did this to you?’’

Part 1/? I've been away for so long I don't know if this goes anywhere anymore. My life is so messed right now, that I just thought that maybe writing would ease it up a bit. We'll see. I missed this. Will proofread later, so sorry for any typos.

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You’re already handing the take-away cup over the counter, before your customer has even had a chance to order. He’s a regular, always comes fifteen minutes before closing, always orders a black coffee with a pinch of cinnamon. It suits him.

’’Am I that predictable?’’ He grins, his fingers brushing against yours as the cup leaves your hand.

You feel a soft blush creep up your cheeks. ’’Mhmm.’’ You hum in response, taking the few coins he’s offering you. ’’ Or maybe you’re just my favourite customer.’’ You continue almost teasingly.

He lets out a playful chuckle and slips a generous tip to the breast pocket of your t-shirt. ’’That would make me the luckiest man in Albaquerque, hermosa.’’

You keep your eyes fixed on his deep brown ones and give him the sweetest smile.

The flirting has been going on for months. You’ve patiently been waiting for an invite to a date, or at least a phone number, but to no avail. You suppose it’s your age that’s holding him back. You being in your mid-twenties, and him being over his forties. Not that you’d mind, Lalo Salamanca has aged like a fine wine.

He takes a seat at the bar, like he always does, and asks you about your day. Like he always does. The air is sweet from the cinnamon in his coffee.

’’Nothing out of the ordinary, a few drunks and family feuds.’’ You tell him, leaning your elbows on the counter. ’’Oh, and an attempted robbery. Haven’t had one of those in a while.’’

Lalo’s eyebrows rise slightly, urging you to keep going about this robbery.

’’A young man, probably my age, poor thing was out of his mind with drugs. Didn’t even have a gun. I mean thank god he didn’t, but it was just sad. Probably just wanted to get some cash to buy his next fix.’’ You recollect the events of the day.

’’You called the cops?’’ Lalo asks, stirring his coffee.

’’Didn’t need to, a few truck drivers managed to shoo him away. He did promise to come back with weapons and back up though, but I’m not putting much trust on that.’’

You begin to wipe down the counter, not feeling too worried about empty threats of young narcs. You’ve seen plenty in the years you’ve worked in this diner, and this one won’t be your last.

’’I’d take it seriously, you never know what’s going on inside their heads.’’

Lalo’s suddenly very serious tone catches your attention. You turn to look at him and to your surprise he’s almost angry. Worried even.

You place a hand on top of his and smile softly. A very brave move, one you’ve not tried before. He stares your hand for a quick moment before lifting his eyes back up to yours.

’’I’ll be fine. I do have a taser behind here.’’ You reassure him.

The diner clock rings as a sign of closing, pulling you out of the moment.

’’I’m going to have to kick you out now.’’ You tease, knowing full well that he’d rather stay in, even if just a moment longer.

’’Still won’t let me stay?’’ He tries to bargain, like he always does. Bit of the gleam has returned to his eyes.

You’re well aware of the cameras in here, and of the fact that my boss keeps a close eye on them. Can’t have any strange men in here alone with me.’’ You tell him, like you always do.

You walk with him to the door and open it for him. He stops to place his hand on the small of your back. The sudden closeness takes you by a surprise, yet you still lean into his touch, ever so slightly.

’’I’m no stranger to you hermosa.’’ He almost purrs. ’’Stay safe, I’ll see you tomorrow.’’

You say your goodbyes, already missing the warmth of his hand on you. You lock the door and watch him walk through the parking lot to his car. He turns to look back at you before getting in. Like he always does. Usually he’s all smiles and winks, but tonight his eyes are filled with worry.

A shiver goes down your spine, and you try to shake away the nervousness the conversation about the robbery gave you. You turn off a few lights and put on some music to get through of the last cleaning tasks of the evening.

You’re too far away from the entrance, and too immersed in your work and the music, that you don’t hear the window on the front door shatter. Or someone slowly cracking the door open and entering the diner. Only when they’re standing a few feet behind you, and you spot their reflection on the wet floor you were mopping, you realise the danger you’re in.

You have to think quickly. The bucket in front of you is full of extremely hot soapy water and your mop is in there. You swing the mop with everything you got, and hit the intruder in the face.

He screams in agony. ’’You fucking bitch!’’ The hot water burns the delicate skin on his face, leaving him confused and aimless. His gun goes off while he’s struggling to gain his sight back, but the bullet goes awry, and breaks one of the windows.

You try to seize the moment and run away from him, but he manages to grab you by your hair and yank you backwards to the slippery floor.

You let out a cry when your back hits the floor, but you cannot stop now. You try to crawl away, towards the register where the taser is. Just a little too far.

You hear angry footsteps nearing you, so you try to get up, but the floor is too slippery from the water and soap.

’’You’re going to wish you were dead before I’m done with you.’’

You recognise the voice from earlier. It’s the same young man who tried to rob you today. Of course it is. You try to turn to look at him, to plead with him, to tell him that he can take everything from the register, but he counters your movement by kicking you in the shoulder, keeping you on the floor. You let out a helpless sob, still trying to get to the counter. Your whole body is filled with panic and you can barely focus on anything else but to surviving.

’’Drop the gun cachorro.’’

Lalo.

You try to look up at him, but he motions you to stay down. He doesn’t even look at you, his eyes, and his gun, are fixed on the other man behind you.

’’This is none of your business grandpa.’’ The young man shouts, waving his gun between you and Lalo.

’’Oh this is very much my business. This is my favourite diner, would be a real shame if I had to paint the walls with your blood. And I’m not a very good painter.’’

You can hear the wicked grin in Lalo’s voice. And the anger in the young man’s breathing.

’’Be wise, and drop the gun. Nobody has to die tonight. You’ve already embarrassed yourself enough, leave with your life, while you still have the fucking chance.’’ Lalo barks it like an order.

’’This bitch owes me! She-’’

’’She doesn’t owe you shit! And I, am loosing my patience. If you’re not out of this building in five fucking seconds, you’re leaving in a bodybag.’’

Lalo emits dangerous energy around himself, and it finally feels like he got trough the man’s drugged haze. He scatters past you and Lalo, shouting profanities and promising revenge as he runs.

You flinch as Lalo lays a hand on your shoulder. ’’Está bien hermosa.’’ He speaks so softly.

You take a hold of both of his hands as he helps you up. His hands are all over you immediately, checking you for wounds. The initial shock is starting to wear off, and in it’s place you’re starting to feel anger. Disappointment. Towards yourself.

You back off from him, taking in all the damage around the diner. ’’Fuck this shit.’’ You whisper, pulling out your phone. Lalo leans against the counter, watching you as you dial your boss’s number and call him. He too can hear the amount of yelling that’s being raided on your ear.

’’Yeah, well maybe you should hire fucking men then, but they don’t get tips for you to steal!’’ You scream into the phone before hanging up on him. You’re about to storm out of the diner when Lalo stops you by your wrist. ’’What?!’’ You’re still shouting, but it doesn’t phase him.

’’Get in the car, I’m driving you home.’’ He says with a tone you cannot argue against. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. ’’Fine.’’

The drive to your apartment is quiet. You’re so angry at yourself, for being so weak, not being able to defend yourself from a junkie. How you had just boasted that you can take care of yourself, just to be proven very wrong in a matter of 30 fucking minutes.

Lalo parks the car on the visitor spot of your building complex and gets out before you to open your door for you. You try to walk past him to get home, but he stops you once again.

’’Enough with the attitude.’’

You cannot believe the audacity. You open your mouth to fight back but he speaks over you.

’’You’re in shock, but do not let the anger get to you. You did everything you could. And you survived.’’ He’s raising his voice just a little, trying to get through your anger. You know he’s just worried and that he just saved your life, but you can’t stop the words from spilling from your mouth.

’’What do you care, you’re not my fucking boyfriend.’’ Your words are like venom to him.

’’Don’t I fucking know that!’’

Once more you open your mouth to fight back, but are left with nothing to say when his words register to you. You’re now both just angrily staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. Fuck it, you think, and rush your body against his, your hands pulling him by his neck down to kiss you. Lalo doesn’t waste time wrapping his huge arms around your waist, desperately trying to pull you even closer to him. You begin to lead him towards your apartment and to your surprise, he follows. His eyes are so dark he seems like a different person, and you think that perhaps he is. How he was ready to kill a man for you, just like that.

You open the door to your apartment and pull him inside by his belt. He’s grinning just barely. He closes the door behind him, and pulls you back to him, his lips taking claim of yours.

You’re trying to remove your shirt, when Lalo suddenly stops. He takes a deep breath and removes your hands from your shirt.

’’I cannot do this to you.’’ He lets out a sigh and rubs his temples with his hand.

You let out a sarcastic laughter. ’’What the fuck Lalo?’’ Your temper is rising all over again. The tension between the two of you is so tense it could be cut with a knife.

’’You flirt with me for months, and as much as I’ve enjoyed it, I’m starting to need a bit fucking more.’’ You begin to let out all those suppressed emotions you’ve been harbouring for him.

’’And now, you almost kill a man for me, and then you let me kiss you, and lead you to my place, and on the last fucking minute you back out. You’re a fucking pussy.’’ You’re trying to hurt him. Playing nice hasn’t gotten you anywhere with him, so maybe this does. Or at least it’ll destroy anything and everything you might have had with him, so you can start moving on.

Lalo closes the distance between you, and takes a hold of your chin. Not too tight, but firm enough to keep you looking at him.

’’You just don’t get it querida.’’ He growls. ’’I’ve had my eye on you from the first time you served me a coffee in that pitiful diner. From the first fucking smile you gave me, I have been hooked on you.’’

Your eyes are tearing up from the sheer passion that’s being let out to the air around you. Everything is happening all at once.

’’You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve laid my eyes on, and I’ll be damned if something happens to you because of me.’’

He really is a dangerous man, you think.

’’But dios mio, if I even think about you with anyone else, I feel like ending people.’’

You try to struggle against his grip, but he towers over you, holding you steady.

’’I work in the cartel, I’ve murdered and tortured, both deserving and undeserving poor souls. I am not the man for you.’’ His eyes are dark but conflicted.

’’But so ain’t any other hijo de puta.’’

You can feel his grip loosen on you just a bit. You push his hand away from you, and land a nasty slap to his cheek. He bites his lower lip, but holds back from saying anything. He’s said enough, and he can only hope it makes you see him as he really is. So he too, can start moving on.

’’Get the fuck out of my apartment, I have work tomorrow.’’ You spit out almost hatefully.

’’You’re not going back there.’’ He tries to command you.

’’Try to stop me, I fucking dare you.’’ You argue. Lalo holds his tongue.

’’Fine, but I’ll be taking you home every fucking night you’re closing.’’ He leaves and slams the door shut before you can argue back.

Only when you hear his car leave the parking lot, you dare to let yourself cry. You mourn the person you were just a few hours ago, and the ’’situationship’’ you had with your favourite late night regular. But you can’t ignore the burning feeling inside your chest that yearns for this newfound person. This criminal, who burns for you as much you burn for him. For the man who would kill for you, in a heartbeat.

Would you kill for him too, if it meant killing the old you, to let a new, different you, in?

#lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo x reader #better call saul #bcs #breaking bad #tony dalton #fanfiction #lalo salamanca imagine #reader insert

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matrixxsystem · 9 months ago

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Terripin Soup Part 2

NotoriouslyPrimary420 [NP] Started A Chat With AuspiciousHunter1989 [AH] At 11:07 PM

NP: Hey I have a random question AH: Because you never have random questions any other time of course. NP: Oh haha- But seriously. My brothers keep asking questions about where I'm going and I don't want to lie about it but I mean I can't tell em I'm sneaking out to go eat morally grey soup and not hang out with a friend like I've been saying..

AH: So you want advice on what else you can lie about? NP: Well.. When you put it that way it sounds worse... AH: I don't know what to tell you man, find some rando on the street to hang out with :P NP: I feel like that'd make it worse? Oh! You live in NY too right? AH: Kinda. NP: Kinda? Okay well... You wanna hang out? AH: Can't. NP: Cant or wont? AH: Fine. Won't.

NP: Why not? C'mon dude I'm panicking here! I can't even go to my favorite pizza spot with my brothers cause I can't handle them cornering me about this-

AH: Hm.. What was that one called again? NP: Like Run Of The Mill Pizza or something, idk, why does that matter?

AH: I see what you meant now. Okay, I've changed my mind. I will meet you there tomorrow night, 8pm. And we'll talk about it alone, but don't push it.

NP: Oh thank god- Wait you.. Know that place?

AuspiciousHunter1989 [AH] is offline

Leo sighed to himself as he made his way home, he wasn't really sure what he was going to tell his family, or what was going to happen when he met his friend, or how he knew the pizza spot for yokai... How did he even know about it? Was he just a chill human or a yokai himself? It might explain a lot but.. There were still so many questions on his mind that he wasn't able to answer and that frustrated him more then having the questions to start with. He hadn't gone very far having been preoccupied with his phone, looks like he'd have to wait a bit longer for his monthly fix. He'd try and wait at least till his brothers suspicion was cleared.

Once he was home his brothers managed to corner him one last time before trying Donnie's plan, they hoped it wouldn't come to that. "Hey Leo!" Mikey called, alerting the others who sprung from their seats and covered the exits, they looked.. Friendly but also concerned. "H-Hey.. What is this an intervention? C'mon guys, I stopped defacing shells like five years ago-"

"Nope, its not about that, though I don't appreciate your phallic pictographs on my shell you know how hard it is to scrub off and-" "Not the time Dee, we just wanna.. Talk." "Raph please I'm just tired and wanna go to bed, I have this thing tomorrow so-" "Thing?" Raph asked, "Well as your older brother what's stopping me from grounding you? You've been going out a lot and not doing the responsible thing of letting us know anything! What would happen if you left and got hurt, if you couldn't get home or if you were attacked and outmatched? If you couldn't call us for help how would we ever know where to look for you? ...I'm.. I'm not just being nosey Leo, it's my job to look after you guys, my job to make sure you always get home safe. My responsibility to watch out for you. And I know you might not need it or whatever you wanna argue but I do. I need it, to know what's up so I can be there and to at least put my mind at ease-" Leo sighed a little, he always hated when Raph said things like that to him, making the weight over his chest double as he saw the honest compassion in his eyes. "Fine.. I... Look I can't tell you everything, not yet. But I'm gonna meet my friend tomorrow and we're gonna talk about all of us hanging out, he's- He's just really shy so it's not like I was trying to hide it, I just didn't want to scare him off. We can get pretty rowdy y'know? A-And I just.." Leo paused when Raph's hand gently set itself on his shoulder, "Okay okay, I'm not mad-" He pulled Leo into a hug, not staying for too long before pulling away, "I just wanna know what's going on sometimes okay? We're family, we care about you, and we're all really happy you met someone. We can't wait to meet him." Leo let out a little sigh, at least part of the anxiety dying down from his reassurance. "Thanks.. I'll... Try to talk more, and I'll let you know tomorrow night what the plan is. Promise." Raph smiled and gave him a pat on his shell, there was still a lingering anxiety that his brother wasn't being fully honest but he looked tired so he wasn't going to push it. Looks like it came to plan B after all.

Once Leo headed off to his room Raph turned to Donnie giving him a little nod, the 'okay' to put the tracker on. "I know we shouldn't but you all saw that right.." "Leo doesn't lie to us.. He wouldn't... Right?" "Well technically speaking Mikey, he lied to Raph, we didn't ask him about anything. But no you're right Leo isn't one to lie about small stuff, usually when he does something stupid he owns up to it pretty easily. Its only when he starts avoiding the question and actively avoiding us that we should consider it a problem. I like Raph's plan on listening in first before confronting him again. And not just because it gives me a chance to use my new audio data recording device-" They all nodded in agreement before splitting up for the night. This was for the best right..?

Donnie was able to install the recording app though his computers since he was the designer of the tech they all wore. And with his other concealing app Leo wouldn't be aware it was recording or shouldn't be if it worked properly. And that night when Leo was ready to head out Donnie stopped him for a moment, it didn't happen often so Leo decided to listen. "Nardo hold on a sec, I wanted to ask, and you don't have to tell me. But are you and this 'friend' of yours.. More then friends?" "What?" "Now hear me out- No one cares if you have a boyfriend, I mean dad might be a little furious no one told him about it and he didn't do that stupid blessing thing he always talks about like they do in movies- My point is. If you've really been seeing this guy for a year now it just seems a little.. Weird that a casual relationship would go unmentioned since you love to talk" "Do.. Do all of you think I have a secret boyfriend?" "Well-" "Dee seriously.. We just talk when and hang out, and eat food. Nevermind, doesn't matter. I gotta go, I'll see you guys tonight." "You didn't answer my question Leo." "You're the smart one how bout you figure it out m'kay"

Leo opened a portal and vanished, leaving Donatello with a few more questions then he'd hoped he would have. He headed back to his lab where Mikey and Raph were already waiting, Raph having dragged in bean bag chairs for him and their little brother. Donnie sat in his chair and turned on his computer setting it all up with the improved tracker. In just a few minutes Leos icon was outside of their usual pizza spot. They all looked to each other, knowing he hadn't been there to see his friend before since they'd gone out some night's when he didn't come home.

"Hey bone man! I'm here to see someone, I uh, how do I put this..." "Ah pepino, it's been a while. I was almost excited to have no repair bills this year. You're looking for the booth in the back. You're here for a date yes?" "Oh- Uh- Right. Okay, thanks. I mean, did he say it was a date? Cause I mean I- Are you sure its the right table?" "He said something about, meeting with a hyper mutant with three other brothers. I can think of no one else whos fits that description." He nodded a little, "Ah.. Kay, good too see you too then" There was the sound of shuffling as Leo made his way towards the booth, peeking his head around he saw the table already had someone sitting one one end, a white rabbit yokai who was staring down at the menu, his expression was impossible to read. "NP?" He asked, eyes not moving from the paper, Leo tensed up and nodded, "Uh- Y-Yeah uhm." "Just call me Usagi like you've known me for years, a long name wouldn't look good. Sit." Leo did as directed and sat across from him, "Right, I'm Leo. So.." Usagi glanced up to him, taking a quick moment to look at him, his expression softening a little seeing how nervous he looked. "Didn't expect another yokai hm?" Leo rubbed the back of his neck, this guy was kinda... Cute.. "Heh.. Yeah I was a little curious how you knew this place, sorry for dragging you into this. So.. What kinda cover story do you wanna have? They seem to think I have a secret boyfriend but I don't wanna ask that much of you-" Donnie saw the blue icon unmoving and turned to device on from his end, listening to whatever voices came though the speakers.

"No no, boyfriend is fine. I think in this situation that label would best suit us." Everyone looked to each other, jaws nearly hitting the floor. "G-Good! I.. I mean, they're all really excited to meet you. I know we can get a little crazy sometimes but they all mean well." There was a soft chuckle, "I don't think the kind of crazy you speak of could phase me, Leo. Since you know what I'm capable of." Donnie handed Mikey the five dollars he was owed for their bet of if Leo was really seeing someone. Hesitantly, Raph handed the youngest the same amount as well.

"Right.. Wish I could be that calm about it." "I think after a while it gets easier, or maybe you just need some help? I know I probably shouldn't be so forward but.. My teacher will not be at the house tonight. If you are able you may join me." "Join you..?" "For desert." "You mean, you want to do that stuff? With me? I dunno. I mean half of me is like, screaming yes cause I want to but, this also feels kind of like the plot of some b list horror movie yknow? Hot guy invites you over late at night and says all the right stuff then boom you're in a basement for the rest of your life- N-Not that I think you would but.. Yknow." "So you think I'm hot~?" Leo's face went red, enough to match his markings, there was another chuckle. "You don't have to answer. Perhaps you can decide after I meet your family hm? There will always be another night where we can do those things together." "Mm.. Yeah, I guess you're right. Okay you've twisted my arm, you do this for me and I'll do that with you. Which brings me to another question." "Ask away" "Are you a good cook? Or like, you don't just eat it raw right? Cause I tried that before and got really sick-" "Leo, I may have a unique taste but even I'm not dumb enough to just eat it raw c'mon. I mean when you do your own hunting you have no idea where that meats been, you have to be very careful and clean it and cook it properly. I can show you in fact, if you ever plan to cook for yourself one day." "Why would I ever do that if I have a skilled cook like you as a boyfriend~"

"Touché. Does tomorrow work then? Why not go some where in the hidden city? There's a beautiful garden not far from where I live that would be nice. We could pack lunch or something, something your brothers would like of course." "I haven't been in the city that much actually, they'd probably love it. I think we can arrange that. But enough about them, I have like a zillion more questions." "I as well. Tell me more about when you were younger."

Donnie turned the device off there, mouths still hanging open. "I can't believe Mikey was right-" Dee said quietly, spinning around in his chair to face the other two. "And him and his boyfriend are doing stuff!!" Mikey yelled, "Do you think they've been... Kissing???" Raph quickly collected himself, very glad Leo and his 'friend' hadn't said anything too risqué.. "Well he's what 15 now? He's allowed to have a boyfriend.."

The rest of the night they talked about their childhoods, not daring to mention their quirks out loud, but rather alluding to them. Trying to get as close as possible in the hour and a half they had before heading home to rest before meeting up tomorrow. It was interesting to hear both sides, how Leo had been suppressing his feelings for a long long time while Usagi on the other hand was encouraged to indulge in them by the one who raised him. He was taught to be merciless and survive by any means available. While had been turning all his frustrations inward hurting and isolating himself Usagi and been turning it outward letting those feelings guide his training. Both vastly different worlds they lived in. But it only made Leo more curious to see how the rabbit yokai handled his food. He ate their pizza normally, seeming more then content with its flavor, but for Leo there was something in the back of his mind saying it was missing something. Even his favorite food seemed to mock him for being different... Part 3 Part 1

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chronically-undertronic · 8 months ago

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alright boomff (best oomf forever) convinced me to be insane on main so here i am

Crystalline

tags: Canon x Self Insert, Violence, Gay

It honestly didn't cross Zephyr's mind to ask what exactly they were doing, until he realized where they were. He just thought it was nice to go for a ride after they'd all been cooped up inside for so long, and suddenly they were trudging through sand that felt like it was burning holes in his shoes.

"What are we doing back in Aksemhat?" He questioned, and Cider shrugged, not even turning to look at him. Figures, he was just as clueless.

"I dunno, ask Chronos. I just tagged along because I'm gonna do some shopppiinngg~" He sang, which put Zephyr a little at ease. If they were doing anything too serious, Chronos probably would have shut that idea down immediately. Even still, he felt the need to ask, so he walked up ahead a bit to be at Chronos' side.

"Chronos," He began, and repeated his question, "What are we doing back in Aksemhat?"

"I actually... Am not sure." Seriously? "Hex called us, well, he called me to meet him here. But I wasn't not going to have you two tag along. It's better if I don't do these things alone," he explained. It made sense. Even though you could probably consider Hex and Chronos close, Chronos still didn't have the best people skills, and he knew this. When he didn't know what was going on, it was always best for him to have more opinions than just his own.

"Well, Cider's going shopping. You don't mind if I hang out with him after you figure out what we're doing here, do you?" Zephyr continued and shielded his eyes from the sun to peer off into the distance. It looked like they were almost approaching some buildings unless it was a mirage, but typically those didn't settle in until you started going insane from heat. At least that's what he'd heard, but he never though to fact-check that.

"We'll see. I might need you both."

And he was half right. After they arrived, Zephyr found himself falling asleep while he waited for Chronos to get off the phone so he could go find Cider.

"What do you mean you didn't? You asked if I could meet you h-- This morning? I thought you meant-- Hex, I'm already here. What am I supposed to do now? Gods, why didn't you call me? ... When have I ever stood you up? ... That was one t-- two-- You know what, forget it. I'm sorry. We can try it again tomorrow. Whatever 'it' is. You were going to explain once I got here. I'm here. Can't you tell me what you wanted? ... Oh, of course. Well, he is still here. I could pick them up for you. ... Seris? God no. You can't send him alone to a place like this-"

Okay, Zephyr had heard enough. He was curious about the context, but while they were here, he wanted to explore on his own for a little bit. Maybe he could sneak off. Or, at the very least, find Cider and ride his tail for the remainder of the trip. He continued on ahead through the city streets and found himself wandering through what seemed to be an outdoor market. People had stalls set up with colorful trinkets, fruit, and other goods to be consumed. It was busy, and Zephyr was quite mesmerized by the colorful tapestries, but his moment of wonder was interrupted by a cynical inner voice.

Don't run into anyone, you're wandering around like an idiot and not watching where you're going.

He was right, but Zephyr still cursed the fact that his moment of silence was interrupted.

"I'm being careful," he assured as he removed himself from the crowd to stop by a vendor selling some sort of spices or powder. Though he was clearly just observing, the seller immediately began on the small talk, which Zephyr happily indulged in. However, he soon began to feel overwhelmed with the bustle of the crowd, and excused himself as he felt the corners of his vision begin to blur. He needed to find somewhere quiet to hang out for a while.

It's too loud.

"I know it is, thank you." The constant nagging was not helping, and Zephyr wandered farther than he was sure he was supposed to. It wasn't his fault, his only mission right now was just to cool off. Chronos would just have to give him a hearty scolding later. The clearing ahead was just a dusty and sandy dead end with sandstone bricks lining it in a circle. He thought here would be a good spot to rest, but it seemed he'd wandered onto territory that was equally as money-hungry as the place he'd just come from. Well, as of now, he thought that was true anyway. A cough caught his attention, and he turned his attention to a cart that, unlike the stands, seemed to be made for easy transportation. Stood next to it was a man who wore something that gave no indication he was from Aksemhat at all. His clothes were all black, and nearly covered him completely, which meant he'd surely overheat from the sun if he planned on staying for long.

"Hey yyouu, you look like you're looking for something." His voice was almost enough to put Zephyr at ease. It reminded him of Cider's, but given his background, maybe that wasn't a good sign.

Now you've done it.

"Shutup!" Zephyr harshly whispered to no one and covered it up with a cough. "I am, I'm just looking, thanks."

"Juust looking? I promise, I can give you something that'll fill the hole your money leaves after it's given to me. Come, come, take a look." Before Zephyr could make any protests, the man had his long claws around his arm and pulled him toward his wares. Which were, to be quite frank, junk. It was all a bunch of garbage, though labeled with prices and titles meant to hype them up. Like the horribly drab carpet he was selling that was labeled with a sign that said "Traveling Carpet - 500" Zephyr wasn't buying any of this stuff, not a chance.

What is this? A shadow crossed the corner of his vision. Seth stood right in front of the cart and was transfixed by something. He extended his hand to touch the object, but pulled away once he remembered he couldn't pick things up. Ask him what this is.

"What, uh..." Zephyr peered around to see a spiky white crystal. It was one of the cheaper things he sold, and it was labeled ''Pure Astral Separation - 200' "...What's this?"

"Ooh! You're just like me, are you? You know, this item is actually very valuable. I'm only selling it because I used it, and it worked for me in just under six months. If you're tired of the looming threat of losing yourself to power, this crystal can manifest complete separation from your astral soul," the man rambled. It seemed... Impossible. Not that it was impossible to separate your personal soul from your god soul. Just that, there was typically a very special way that had to be done, and Zephyr was sure that it didn't involve a crystal. Not that he was an expert, of course. While he wasn't convinced in the slightest, Seth seemed oddly eager, which scared him a bit. Seth didn't typically express anything except for resentment, and now it was as if he'd been presented a wrapped gift. But, 200 was just...

"Does it work?" The words weren't Zephyr's own.

"I just said it does. Look at me, I'm all personality. No more losing myself to nonconsensual fits of rage." He smirked, tired eyes glancing over the top of his shades. Everything about this mysterious man made it obvious he wasn't to be trusted, and Seth was always getting after Zephyr for being a gullible idiot. Even still, Seth started to reach for the pocket that was Zephyr's just a few minutes ago.

What are you doing?

"Is 200 the final price? Or can we negotiate?" Seth asked as he counted the money in his hand.

"Hm... Well, you are a new customer, and I always welcome frequent buyers. I could give you a newcomers discount. 150." The offer hung over Seth's head, and he paced in place for a moment.

"Tell me how it works."

"You charge it outside under a bewitching moon. A bewitching moon is the moon that occurs on the night of the 30th of every month," the man explained.

"Not every month has a 30th."

"You can't charge it during the month where there's no 30th, duh. You need to set it outside once the sun finishes setting and take it back inside before the sun rises. Eventually, the crystal will draw out your god soul and personal soul, creating two separate entities."

"And this... Worked for you?" Seth questioned skeptically.

"What do you want me to do, prove it?" The man laughed, and suddenly Seth's eyes were swirling with something all too familiar.

Don't do this. Please don't do this, it's not real. We're not buying it.

Seth outstretched his claws and bore his teeth as he stepped closer.

"Yeah. Prove it. Keep your cool."

"What are you...?" The man started to back away, but Seth grabbed him and threw him over the wheels of his cart, and towered over him as he clawed the sand, trying desperately to get away.

Stop, stop, stop!

The room was dark, only illuminated by the candle Zephyr routinely lit before laying down for bed. The only thing is, he didn't remember how he got here in the first place, or if he was even the one who lit the candle. Slowly and cautiously, Zephyr set aside Seth's wolf plush he had cradled in his arms. The first thing he noticed was that the crystal from earlier was sitting on his bedside table. A gasp escaped Zephyr's lips, which was apparently enough to prompt a sleep-deprived annoyance.

Go back to sleep.

"You didn't."

You're right, I didn't. I mauled him within an inch of his life, but he wasn't lying. He didn't rage. He was hardly even able to fight back. But by the time I got him in the state he was in, I realized I could just take the crystal. So promise me you'll keep up with charging it.

"It's the fifteenth."

This will help you too.

Zephyr supposed that was true. Deciding not to argue any further, he did what was suggested to him and just decided to lie down. He was sure he'd get the missing details from Chronos and Cider in the morning.

Patience was a virtue, or so he'd been told. So for nine long, painful months, Seth waited for something to happen. A sign, a tingle, anything that indicated that he'd wake up one day in his own body, separate from Zephyr, separate from all of this. But the time never came. Under six months his ass. He couldn't believe he fell for something like this. He didn't even pay for anything, so it wasn't a refund Seth was after. He wanted revenge. You don't string someone along for so long. This was war, and one Seth was going to win, at that. Blood was the strongest scent one could track, and Seth never forgot the smell of blood he'd shed. Finding this guy was going to be a walk in the park, especially considering he knew what kind of business he was in.

As it turns out, it's not a smart idea to stay in the same place you've scammed someone before. Zephyr was a bit skeptical that Seth knew what he was doing when they landed back in Aksemhat. It'd been almost a year, why would he still be here? But, sure enough, Seth found his way to a small building nestled between shops. There was only one light on inside, which was mistake number two. Never indicate that you're home alone, especially when you're being hunted. Not that he was aware Seth was after him, anyway. This is a stupid idea. Get us out of here. "I know what I'm doing," Seth scowled. At first, he tried the door. There wasn't any reason to make a scene, after all. But when all he achieved was rattling it back and forth, it was time to try the window he saw the light from. He didn't hesitate. Seth slammed his whole body through the glass, ignoring any injuries he might have sustained. A loud scream rang out, and Seth looked up to be face-to-face with the same man who'd scammed him. "What the- What- It's you... What are you doing here?" He gasped, scooting off his bed and scampering toward the door, but Seth was much quicker than him and the room was far too small for him to be subtle. Seth grabbed his tail and held him in place. "You lied to me, the crystal didn't work," Seth hissed. "So?? It's not like you paid for it! What does it matter, anyway? You got scammed, it happens, tough break. That's on you." "So you admit it? You scammed me, you know you scammed me." Seth's grip tightened on his tail, and he let out a pained whimper. "Well, I'm not in a position to lie to you, am I? You're going to kill me, I'm not stupid. I mean, look at the damage you did." He was right, it appeared. All over his body were still scars from Seth mauling him. In a way, Seth was proud. He made this con artist suffer, and now he was going to do it again, and again, and again. "I guess I had a good run. Go on, do your thing." The calm tone to his voice pissed Seth off even more. "You're not scared?" "I've been waiting for my demise for a long time. Why would I stop you?" He shrugged, suddenly nonchalant like he wasn't just panicking over an intruder in his home. Honestly, Seth was caught off guard, and even though his eyes narrowed, his grip loosened. "You're lying." "Am I? Look... You. I'm sorry, I have no idea what your name is." "... I don't know yours either." "Well, mine's Aaron. I guess it's important to know what your food's called before you try it. In any case, my life's gone to shit lately. Business has been the opposite of booming, and I've been struggling to make ends meet. So, you'd be doing a service to me by ending my life." The way Aaron's body completely untensed told Seth that maybe he was being truthful for once. But now what was he to do? It wouldn't feel right to just kill him, he was practically begging for it after all. After some careful consideration, Seth stood up, and so did Aaron after he glanced around like someone else was gonna jump out of the shadows. "I'm not going to kill you." "Figures," Aaron scoffed. Then, in another swift, violent motion, Seth pinned him against the wall, clawing a big mark on his chest in the process. "But whenever I feel like it, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. Whenever I need to blow off steam, I'm going to find you, and I'm going to make you regret ever leaving your house." "Good luck with that. I travel a lot, you know. You just happened to catch me at home. You're not special." In Aaron's eyes was a air of taunting, beckoning. He wanted Seth to take another shot at him. He wanted Seth to kill him. But he wasn't going to give in. Just killing him wouldn't be satisfying, he was going to torture him. "This dump? This isn't a home. Where do you even stay when you travel?"

"What do you care?" After he asked, Seth contemplated whether or not he was serious about what he was going to offer. But he had the perfect opportunity to corner Aaron, and he was gonna take it. "You could stay..." I'm going to stop you right there. Zephyr scolded, and Seth paused to growl in response. "You could stay with me. And... Two other guys. If you're looking for a roommate situation." "Oh, sure, let me stay with the guy who offered to kill me like five seconds ago." "I said I'm not going to kill you." "And that you're going to beat me up. Which sounds delightful, but I'll pass." With that, Aaron seemed to think he could decide the conversation was over, and walked to the door. But as soon as his hand was on the doorknob, Seth's hand was on his, and his body was pressed into the door. "I wasn't giving you an option."

#im not putting this in the main tags #what do i tag this then #thats between me and the deep dark depths of my mind #the original context for this is that I simped over seth and thought man #i wanna write a cringy self indulgent out of character fanfic #and i did #yippee

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musekicker · 1 year ago

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A Poly monkeys with Hermes au drabble. Focusing on Hermes/Gibson interaction.

"You got a lot of reading material there."

Gibson had not heard Hermes enter the lab. He would not take that as a lack of paying attention on his own part. Hermes was just exceedingly good at moving quietly. Almost as quiet as Antauri could be.

Different warriors of a type with different reasons for how and why they developed these skills. Hermes reasons being more sad.

The reading material that Hermes had been talking about was there on the corner of a table in the lab. A good sized pile that Gibson had to take a second trip on getting all of them into his lab in the first place. Hermes had taken the book on the top of the pile and was looking through the pages.

"Jokes on you Gibson. This book doesn't have pictures in it. And I suspect none of them do." Hermes said with a grin.

The joke was well received, Gibson smiling.

"Actually, I got those books with you in mind." Gibson said.

Hermes hadn't expected that. Now he was looking closer at the titles. The titles strongly suggested that these books were all about trauma and dealing with living with that. Trauma something Hermes had in spades.

"Ah." Hermes said.

"I hope that I didn't over step." Gibson said.

Hermes shook his head.

"No, that's actually nice of you. I probably should read them. It would be helpful." Hermes said. "This whole pretending I don't have trauma thing really just isn't working."

"You're deflecting with humor again." Gibson said.

"And you sound like my therapist." Hermes replied.

"Hermes..." Gibson said.

The tone Gibson had was in the neighborhood of concerned. A sign that Hermes really should take the conversation just a bit more seriously.

"Right. Really though, thank you for the books. Any little bit helps." Hermes said.

With that Hermes moved to pick up the book pile, teetering book at the top of the pile be dammed. There was one book that was smaller then the rest of the books at the very bottom of the pile. One that Hermes did not quite grab when picking up the books. So he had to put down the bigger books to pick up the smaller one up. He nearly didn't even look at the title. But the picture on the book cover caught his attention.

It very much did not look like about book about dealing with trauma.

"Hey Gibson. I think this one isn't meant for me." Hermes said.

Gibson looked back at Hermes to see what book he was referring to. The moment Gibson saw the book his eyes went a bit wide. That and how quickly Gibson scrambled over towards Hermes to take the book away from him.

"Oh, oh no that is not meant for you." Gibson said quickly.

The book was no longer in Hermes's hands but Hermes had now gotten enough of a idea of what the book was about now. Hermes couldn't help but smile just a bit at Gibson's awkwardness.

"Gibson, do you have something to tell the class?" Hermes teased.

Gibson moved to place the book face down on the table under a small stack of notes. Not really the best of hiding places.

"It's fine you know." Hermes said. "I'm not about to go around telling everyone about your reading choices."

Gibson had to take a moment before he spoke again. Not quite looking at Hermes as he did.

"I.. suppose that I might had had borrowed a more explicit reading material that I might had been curious about. Otto.. suggested it." Gibson explained.

If fur could blush Gibson would be a whole different color by now. His tail had found itself wound around his own leg.

"Oh. Oh I see." Hermes said, with just a hint of a smirk. "Have you read it yet?"

Gibson shook his head.

"Not yet." Gibson said.

Hermes smiled again, this time stepping over to Gibson. In a moment of seeming at ease Hermes put on arms up against the wall. Leaning some what on it as he looked down at Gibson.

"I'll be curious to know if this becomes a new book genre for you." Hermes said.

Gibson looked up to answer Hermes.

"I-"

Gibson stopped mid word.

Hermes was taller then him, and though he did not so much as tower over the blue monkey, he did seem to do so. Not in a intimidating way. And there was just something about the ease that Hermes was at as he looked down at Gibson that made Gibson's heart beat just a bit faster.

"Gibson? Are you okay?" Hermes asked.

"Fine, Fine. Just..."

Hermes connection with the monkeys in a romantic sense was still pretty new. And often times when Hermes and Gibson had their own moments it was Hermes who made the first move. Maybe it was the finding of the book that made Gibson feel just a bit more forward. In any case, his next words were not as shaky as they had about the book.

"Hermes.. will you kiss me?" Gibson asked.

The request did surprise Hermes just a bit. But clearly in a pleasant way as he smiled.

"Of course."

Then Hermes leaned in slowly. Though it was Gibson that closed the distance between their faces into a kiss. It didn't last that long. And Hermes was the one to pull back from the kiss first. There was a cool, content smile on Hermes face as he did.

#srmthfg

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devcted · 1 year ago

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she really did like astoria, the girl was charming and sweet being one of the first people along side regulus to welcome bee to their little village, some of the elders seemed nice, though a little concerned as to why someone her age had a son and no ring on her finger. bee laughs at regulus's words bright smile on her lips as if what he said was the most hilarious thing she's ever heard. she knows she's acting like a bit of a dork right now but she can't help it with him. "you're right, I'll be sure to do whatever she says from here on out." she teases.

regulus is sweet for calling her beautiful and she wishes that was the reason so many eyes were on her and her son but she highly doubts it. "pretty sure this one old lady at the farmers market called me a whore in one of those nice old-lady ways that is somehow more offensive than just calling me the actual word?" she says laughing a bit because it's funny now. the thing was she didn't actually even have teddy, there was never a man in the picture in that way but bee rather have people think she's some 'harlot' than let teddy grow up without a mom. he's been hers since the day he was born, helping her father and tonks take care of him until their death and she did it on her own for the rest. he just turned two now and she wouldn't take him back for the world.

he tells her how they're just curious before joking again, making her smile and giggle a little. "you're right, my bad seems i forgot that I needed one of those to have value." she jokes back with him, it really makes her feel more at ease having him around even if it's causes more looks. "though, the rich it boy going off and impregnating the slutty farmer girl and marrying her behind everyone's back is a really good story. have you been to ireland because we could totally make this work." she teases though part of her wonders if it would even be possible to convince them someone like him would actually go for her. "oh and if we're going to do this right I want a ring and one of those delicious cakes I know we're not having a wedding but I've always wanted my own cake.... kidding but seriously thank you for being so welcoming to me and teddy bear. moving here was a big step for us both."

it makes her smile the way he talks about how they spent some time together at the farmers market and now regulus even drew with her son, it meant a lot to teddy and he even talked about it the whole walk home before asking bee to put the drawing he made with regulus on the wall in his playroom. "he's already got it displayed...but yeah maybe you could come over some time and draw more with him and if you're interested in a few drinks and conversation after he goes down for his nap that would be...super neat too." she would love his help even if teddy was an easy kid to take care of sometimes it was nice to have others around. especially on the nights of the full moon once a month when she has to have an escape plan for everyone hating to leave her child alone at night

regulus explains his situation with daphne and bee cant help but look over at the girl who seems a bit bothered by this but then she looks back at regulus and feels this need to be selfish, just once. "you said you were together so you're not anymore?" why is she smiling when she says that? biting down on her lip again as her eyes flicker to his own. "I just mean with our whole story about me being your wife I'd want you to be committed to only one of us anyway." she tries to play it off as a joke but she's genuinely excited at the idea of him not actually being with anyone else. "is there a reason you decided not to go through with the whole arrangement? if you don't mind me asking...cause she seems a bit foolish to let someone like you go that easily."

his fingers had brushed against hers a little when he touched the crown and it makes her blush as she tries to figure out what to do with her hands next cause she feels so shy. " you're beautiful, well I mean you look beautiful... like....cause the crown suits you I mean." she's rambling a little and hoping she doesn't freak him out because she's not even sure if guys like being called pretty. "but no, you look good I just... I don't know what i was trying to say actually of course you'd want to keep his beautiful crown." it's the way he talks about her son, speaking so highly of the boy that makes her heart flutter because if she ever did find someone she would want him to love her son mrowthan anything and it seemed like regulus was that person. "well here we are and I'd be more than honored to tell you anything you'd like to know." she smiles. "so long as you tell me things about you too."

he wonders if astoria convinced her to go because of what they talked about, regulus opening up to her about how much he liked the new single mom in town. astoria was daphne’s sister and he would’ve understood if she wasn’t happy with him leading daphne on to an extent. but astoria was one of the kindest and most empathetic people regulus had ever met, so she understood that part of it wasn’t regulus’s fault and was instead a result of the situation with his parents. he wants to talk to daphne and tell her, but part of him is dragging his feet, not wanting to deal with the inevitable fallout between the families. his own mother is going to be particularly annoyed, especially if now is any indicator. he can feel her gaze on him from where she’s chatting with daphne and astoria’s mom, danica.

“astoria is usually right. you should keep listening to her,” he teases. especially if she keeps encouraging her to hang out with regulus, but he doesn’t say that part out loud.

she points out that everyone keeps staring and he realizes he’s definitely been one of those people. “how do you know it’s not because you’re so beautiful?” he teases again, before sobering a little. “we rarely see new people move in, so they’re probably just curious about you both.” a smirk tugs at his lips. “or it’s that some of the older people in our town are from the prehistoric period and they’re wondering where your god-fearing husband is.” he’s joking but there’s a little bit of truth to it, since a lot of the town elders are religious and go to church every sunday. “don’t worry, though; i can be your stand-in. we can gaslight them into thinking you’ve been my wife this entire time. half of them barely have their memory, anyway.”

she calls her son teddy bear and it makes him smile, liking how gentle she is with him. she’s such a good mother that it’s attractive to him, making him want her in more ways than one. for as long as regulus could remember, he’s wanted to be a parent. for most people their career is their first dream, but for him it was always having his own family. he wants to be a father, but more than that he also wants a wife who he can share it all with. it’s presumptuous to even think of these things in her presence but it’s difficult not to when she’s everything he finds attractive rolled into one person.

it makes him happy that teddy asked about him too, making him soften. “yeah? well, i had a lot of fun making the world’s next classic art piece with him on sunday.” he’s being playful but it genuinely means a lot to him that teddy seems to like him so far. “if you ever need help with teddy, please let me know. i loved spending time with him.” he wants her to know she has support in this town, even if it’s scary being a newcomer still.

her cheeks are pink from his compliment and he enjoys that a little too much, kind of wanting to push it and see if he can make her blush again. she calls him a prince and it makes him happy, because if anyone in the world knows what a prince looks like it would be her. she points out he’s seeing someone and he tries to figure out how to explain the situation, a bit at a loss. “daphne and i aren’t in a committed relationship. we were sort of together, but it wasn’t official or exclusive. our parents wanted us to be together.” it sounds more cruel of him saying it all out loud like this, but he hadn’t meant to string her along.

regulus beams when bexley explains that teddy picked out the flowers specifically for him. “what an artist,” he says, voice filled with the love he has for the toddler already. he bends down to allow her to place the crown on his head, his hands coming up to make sure it’s secured in his curls before he straightens up. “it’s beautiful,” he says softly, in genuine admiration of how gorgeous the circlet is with all its dark colors.

when she tries to tell him he doesn’t have to keep it, he pretends to pout. “is this your way of telling me i don’t look good in a flower crown? if it is, you’re wrong— teddy made me look like a greek god, actually.” his fingers play with the crown, pushing it down so it’s snug on his head. “i’ll make sure to thank him, because i’m keeping it forever.” he softens at her words, growing serious again. “i’m glad i made a good first impression because i was looking forward to getting to know both of you.”

#⠀* prose › b. diggory

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wowconradfisher · 2 years ago

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take a chance with me

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

genre: slight angst

summary: it’s the summer back in cousins and you’re still head over heels for conrad. apparently you have a glow this summer, maybe he’ll finally bring what you two had into light?

a/n: helloo welcome back to the 2nd conrad fic! it is based off niki’s song ‘take a chance with me’ also sorry if the end sucks i just wanted to post something and this prompt was in my head LOL

Hearing the faint laughter as you walked closer to the front door of the Fisher’s summer house gave you a feeling of ease. Knowing that the next couple of months would take your mind off of the things in your normal day to day life. Cousins felt like that special place where the only thing that mattered was whatever happened in that moment. Being in Cousins felt like going to the movies and losing track of time. But most importantly, Cousins had Conrad Fisher.

You knocked on the wooden door in front of you and after a couple seconds you heard loud footsteps approaching almost like there was a stampede coming from inside the house. The door swung open to reveal Belly and Jeremiah, who seemed like they had been racing to get to the front door first.

“Y/N! Finally you’re here!” Belly exclaimed as she pulled you in the house for a giant bear hug. You smiled and hugged her back, ruffling the slightly shorter girl’s hair a bit

Jeremiah had his arms on his hips with his lips pursed, “Any day now Bells, I want a Y/N hug too,” he spoke with an irritated tone of voice, though you could tell he was joking

You chuckled as the two fought over greeting you first before pulling Jeremiah into the hug as well, “You guys really missed me that much?” you asked genuinely. You’ve never seen the younger two act this clingy or happy to see you so you were definitely surprised to say the least.

“We always miss you Y/N, but this summer is different,” Jeremiah responded before grabbing your bags behind you and bringing them into the house to put in your room. You were confused at what he meant by that but before you could question it, Belly grabbed your hand and dragged you further into the house and upstairs to her room.

As soon as she let go of your hand, she immediately shut the door before sitting down on the bed and patting the bed next to her as a signal for you to sit there. You sat down questioning why your first 5 minutes in the Fisher household had been so chaotic already. But then again, were you really even surprised? You looked at the younger girl next to you, “Belly, what are we doing here?” you asked

“Two words. Conrad Fisher.” she replied with a giant grin on her face

You rolled your eyes at her, “That’s actually 4 words,” you said, acting like you just made the funniest joke in the world, but all Belly replied with was a deadpan expression that basically said ‘did you really say that’

“Okay fine I admit it wasn’t that funny, but what about him?” you asked seriously this time

“What do you mean ‘what about him?’ You know exactly what I mean when I ask what about Conrad,” the girl responded before clarifying again, “What’s been going on with you and Conrad?” she questioned

It was at that moment you had never been more thankful for Steven Conklin’s existence as he barged into Belly’s bedroom door.

“Belly! Why are you hogging Y/N to yourself? You know how much Mom and Susannah have been waiting to see her,” he spoke as he walked into the room, “C’mon Y/N, you know how excited they are to see you,”

The younger girl groaned and rolled her eyes at her older brother, “You’re so annoying Steven. But bring her back! We weren’t done talking,” Belly replied

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Steven responded before getting out of Belly’s room as you followed him down to the kitchen where you saw Susannah and Laurel. You swore every time you saw them together all you could do was smile, those two always made you feel so special and loved, especially Susannah. Sometimes you thought she loved you like you were her daughter (or daughter in-law).

“Oh Y/N look at you honey, all grown up and beautiful,” Susannah spoke with endearment looking and admired your face

You smiled and chuckled a bit, “That’s what turning 18 and starting summer break does to you,”

“It’s true Y/N, you’ve grown up gorgeous.” Laurel replied before pulling you into a hug, similar to what her own daughter previously did, just not as aggressive

You hugged her back, not before you heard someone’s throat clear behind you which caused you to turn your head at the sudden noise. You pulled away from your hug with Laurel and faced the person you’ve been waiting to see. There he was, leaning against the wall in all his glory.

“Y/N.” Conrad said with a small smile forming on his face, god you swore you would honestly stop time and space just to see him smile, better yet if you were the one who had made him smile. It was silly to you how all Conrad had to do was say your name and suddenly you felt like you were floating.

A grin spread across your face as you waved at the brunette in front of you, “Hey Con, long time no see?” You replied, staring at him and taking in the fact that he was really there in front of you again.

He walked towards you and stopped as he stood in front of you, “You look different.” He spoke looking at you almost in an examining way

You rolled your eyes in a jokingly manner, “Yeah everyone’s mentioned something about that today,” you replied chuckling a bit

Conrad’s eyes remained on you, and you looked back staring into his eyes. At this point you didn’t know if he was completely unaware or just playing along because the way you stared at him was so obvious. So obvious in the fact that you were completely and utterly captivated by him.

It wasn’t until the evening when you were able to see Conrad again. After your brief interaction, everyone in the house whisked you off to do random things and to catch up in general. You walked out to the pool area, where you saw Conrad faintly near the beach. It was almost time for the sunset so you decided why not and just walked towards him.

“Got room for one more here?” You asked as you approached him from behind, since he was facing towards the water.

Conrad turned around and smiled, “For you? Always,” he replied before turning back to face the ocean. You forgot how much you loved Conrad’s voice. For someone with very few words, his voice was something you would honestly melt for. Another thing you loved was when he’d say your name, it always seemed like you would fade away if he said your name too loud.

You walked up next to him and noticed his appearance. He was wearing a hoodie with shorts and there you were wearing sweatpants and a cropped tank top. It made you chuckle realizing how opposite you guys were at the moment. Conrad looked at you and noticed you deep in thought and looked at you giving you his full attention, “What’s on your mind Y/N?”

“Just thinking about how opposite we look right now,” You respond pointing at his clothes

Conrad looked at you and then down at himself, “Opposite as in I’m tall and you’re short or?” he replied pointing at the fact you were a good couple of inches shorter than him

You gasp and smack the side of his shoulder, “Hey! That was rude you know, I tried to keep growing for your information,” you retorted before you smiled at him

Hearing that made him laugh, though you didn’t know if he was laughing at what you said or at you. Regardless you would also do anything to hear him laugh, it was the kind that colored the sky into a beautiful sunset or sunrise you would see over Cousins beach. Similar to the one you two were looking at now actually. You looked at Conrad as he looked at you. There it was again, that look in his eye, almost like he knew what you were thinking about.

“I missed this,” he spoke before moving his hand closer to yours, “But I think I missed you more,” he added as he intertwined his hands with yours.

You glanced at your hands together and looked back up at him, “Con, what are we doing? Just last month you were telling me about how you said love was so overrated and now you’re holding my hand and looking at me like that,” you said and looked back down at your hands

“What do you mean looking at you like that?” he asked

You sighed and looked at him again, “Like I might actually have a chance to be yours,” you replied staring straight into his eyes

Conrad sighed, “I don’t know Y/N,” he spoke

“That’s bullshit and you know it. I know you better than the back of my own hand!” you exclaimed before sighing and lowering your tone, “I don’t understand why you’re scared. I can tell you’re lying, you know I always see through them,” You added before letting go of his hand and crossing them across your chest.

You looked back towards the house and down at your feet, you know if you stayed for a second longer you would start to tear up. Conrad didn’t deserve to see that, he didn’t deserve to see how much of an impact he makes on you. “I should go,” you spoke as you turned around and prepared to walk back towards the house.

That was until Conrad grabbed onto your hand and pulled you back into him. He stared at you with the same look you swore you gave him. His hands moved to your cheek as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.

“I know I’m dumb sometimes, but I’d be stupid to let you walk away from me after this,” he said

You smiled at him, “Just shut up and kiss me,”

#conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x reader #steven conklin x reader #conrad x reader #conrad fisher #tsitp conrad #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah x reader #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp season 1

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marshmallowgoop · 2 years ago

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So if DC were that kind of series, how well do you think a HeiShinRan love triangle would work?

A-are you reading my mind? One of the posts I wanted to make is exactly about this!

I... even put together ranji.psd for it... a lot longer ago than I thought, wow.

Thank you for encouraging me to finally actually write this.

So, first off: I'm admittedly not the most familiar with the Detective Conan manga. But I've scanned over some assorted cases in the manga, particularly Heiji cases (of course), and I couldn't help but be immensely intrigued by a few extra interactions between Heiji and Ran that weren't adapted into the anime (Files 93, 151, 152):

The second one isn't too noteworthy—and honestly, it was probably cut from the anime because this plot point of Heiji deducting in an exaggerated accent is, as far as I can tell, never brought up again or resolved—but the protectiveness that Kogoro displays there does catch my interest. He clearly seems to see Heiji as a potential romantic partner for Ran, something that I don't think ever comes up anywhere else.

But it's the first instance that gets to me the most. Something the anime does adapt is that Ran only starts warming up to Heiji because he reminds her of Shinichi (Episode 48):

Further, it's later revealed in the series that both Ran and Kazuha love seeing their detective friends smile upon solving a case (File 319):

So, that moment of Ran pushing Conan out of the way so that she can watch Heiji work is loaded with stuff, for all three characters. For Ran, she misses Shinichi so desperately that someone who merely reminds her of him is enough to make her grin and blush and feel at ease. For Heiji, constantly compared to others—even called "The Kudo of the West" in FUNimation's English dub!—there's something achingly tragic about being admired not for who you are but for the person you resemble. For Shinichi, Heiji represents everything that he has lost. He can't give Ran the victorious smile that she's looking for anymore, and she scolds him and removes him from the picture.

But the third "Ranji" example, from File 152, perhaps points to a shift. When Ran lists what she likes about Shinichi (Episodes 2, 42), thoughtful isn't an adjective that leaves her lips:

(That last one, though... girl....)

Ran appreciating Heiji for his own qualities, rather than seeing him as only an echo of Shinichi, does grab my attention.

Of course, personally speaking, I don't really like love triangles. They tend to be tired, exhausting drama, and in this case, I'm a HeiShinRan (and HeiShinKazuRan) supporter, so ultimately, I'd like them all happily loving each other.

But I do find it unfair, in my probably embarrassingly limited experience with love triangles, that they are often composed of two women longing for the affection of one man. So, I can't lie—I maybe yearn a little bit for the love triangle that was arguably being set up here before getting scrapped?

If nothing else, it would mean more interactions between Ran and Heiji, and I would adore that. Out of the main cast, Heiji's pretty much only allowed meaningful interactions with Conan/Shinichi and Kazuha, and, yeah, I don't love that it'd be a love triangle giving him more meaningful interactions with Ran, but I would love the additional interactions. I'd love to see Ran more involved in the cases that the boys solve. I'd love to have moments where Heiji and Ran bond over being accomplished practitioners of their respective martial arts, or how they both have famous fathers, or literally anything.

Plus, I think a scenario where Ran is genuinely interested in pursuing Heiji romantically would also have a huge impact on Shinichi's actions. He likes Heiji! If he saw that Heiji makes Ran happy, would he really keep breaking her heart and asking her to wait for him?

And, for Heiji, I feel like this setup also allows more opportunities for him to seriously confront his insecurities. "She only likes me because she can't have you" is a conversation I could see between him and Shinichi, and that would absolutely have my interest. I have so many feelings about Episode 479 and will finish that 20-page essay someday maybe because it's probably the biggest example of tackling Heiji's insecurities that I know of.

There's something similar with Ran and Kazuha already (File 280), and gosh, I so wish that we got more exploration into it than just a, "Kazuha... You're so cute! ❤️" from Ran.

All this said... it's way easier and less messy to not go into love triangle business at all, and I'm totally cool with that decision! It's cute that Ran and Shinichi are so supportive of Heiji and Kazuha, and vice versa. Love triangles tend to be pretty obnoxious. But I do think there is some compelling character exploration that could be done with a HeiShinRan triangle that I wouldn't hate—especially if it ended with happy HeiShinRan/HeiShinKazuRan.

#replies #mirrorfalls #detective conan #case closed #ran mori #heiji hattori #shinichi kudo #kazuha toyama #heishinran #ramblings #i'm sorry this took so long to answer! i'm soooo slow and this was one of the things that i thought would take forever to write ^^;#and i also got distracted by digitizing my detco vhs tapes asefasfdadfsdfae #i'm not even sure if this answers the question but... i clearly have Thoughts of some kind here ^^;

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lilithbasically · 3 years ago

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Physical Therapy

*MINORS DNI*

Sex Therapist Kirishima x Assistant Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: A lot of kinks are mentioned, but things actually involved: orgasm denial, fingering, oral (f receiving), double penetration, dom/sub interactions, inappropriate use of relationship (not really power play just dr/patient), anal, masturbation (m), use of " daddy" "sir" "babygirl.", sexxx, some degradation and praise

W.C.: 4.9K

Sunday

"Come on, Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you okay? Seriously, it's not your fault you haven't met anyone that could satisfy you," your best friend, Mina, tried to reassure you over the phone. "You have certain kinks and they're necessary for you. There's nothing wrong with that. Look, if it would make you feel better, I know someone that might be able to put your mind at ease. He's the best rated sex therapist, I'm talkin hella awards and great reviews. I'll send you his office info so you can make an appointment."

"Mina, really? A sex therapist? I don't know...it's fucking embarassing. I feel broken."

"Y/N, you're not broken and I promise going to see him will make you feel a fuck ton better. Just trust me on this, okay? Please? Just go to one appointment and see how you feel."

"Alright, alright. One appointment. Thank you, Mina love youuuuu bye."

Letting out a heavy sigh, you couldn't help but wonder how you found yourself here. This used to not be a problem. You could sleep with someone, have a great time, and go on about your life. Now, though, no one can make you cum. No one. It's not like they're not down to experiment or give you what you ask for, they just don't do it...right? You can't even pinpoint the problem, honestly, but after almost six months of this hell, you're feeling a bit desperate.

Muttering, "Why the fuck not...," you pulled up the contact information Mina sent.

"Dr. Kirishima, huh? Alright doc, let's see if you can fix me."

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Monday

Nervous, who? Nervous, you, bitch. Why you were so nervous? You had no idea. Maybe it was because this problem of yours was a bit embarrassing for you. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that this man was absolutely fucking gorgeous. You looked him up after you spoke to his receptionist to set your appointment and holy god did you regret it. You almost canceled your appointment but the thought of being scolded by Mina stopped that ship before it sailed.

Just the thought of telling this god-like man your very intimate problem was enough to make you sweat. Surely there's no way he could relate or understand, right? You've had to remind yourself at least a dozen times that he had a doctorate and his reviews said nothing negative, uncomfortable, or unprofessional. This is literally his job. Chill. Taking a deep breath, you walk through the door, to the receptionist's desk.

"Hi, you must be Miss L/N. Have a seat, Dr. Kirishima will be with you shortly."

Taking in your surroundings, you felt much more at ease than you assumed you would. The eucalyptus and lavender scent filling the air definitely helped until the door across the room opened, revealing the man of the hour.

"Hi, Miss Y/N? I'm Dr. Kirishima, but please, call me Eijirou. Are you ready?"

Okay so, seeing him in theory and in person turned out to be two very different things. His long red hair tied up in a half bun with pieces framing his face. The crisp red button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up accentuated his thick, veiny forearms and showed off his tattoos. Don't get started on his black dress pants that hugged his thick thighs that you wanted to ri-

"Miss Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Oh my god, yes, I'm so sorry. I just zoned out for a minute," you said, offering an apologetic smile and nervous giggle.

His office was simple but just as laid back as the lobby. A desk and chair to one side of the room while a table and two couches on either side resided on the other. You immediately took notice of a blonde man sitting on one of the couches, a notebook in hand, scribbling away furiously. You had the hots for Kirishima and you'd definitely take this one for a ride too. Blonde spiky hair in a buzzed undercut, crimson eyes boring into yours, his black shirt also rolled up at the sleeves showing the same amount of tattoos as his...boss? Coworker?

"Okay, Y/N, this is Bakugo. He's my assistant and he'll be sitting in during our sessions if that's alright with you."

"Oh of course, I don't mind at all. Where do you want me?" You asked innocently enough, but the potential double meaning wasn't lost on anyone.

"Just on the opposite couch is fine, Y/N. Since this is our first session, I'd really like to hear whatever problem you may be having and also do an assessment test before you leave today, if you're comfortable with that. Now, when you made your appointment, you said your reason for visiting us is because no one satisfies you, is that correct?"

"Um, yes and it's not necessarily from lack of trying. They're willing and definitely able to do what I need but it's not...good enough? I'm honestly not sure that's an adequate phrase, but that's all I've got right now," you explained, suddenly finding the hem of your shirt very fascinating.

"I see. How long has this been happening? Has this affected you in any other way in your daily life? Also, if you don't mind answering, are you able to bring yourself to climax?" Eijirou asked, red eyes peering at you through his black-framed glasses.

"I think it's been about six months and I mean besides making me think I'm actually broken? No. And uhh...yes I can," you chuckled.

"Well, Y/N, you're definitely not broken, let me make that abundantly clear. From what I can tell so far, it seems that while they have an understanding of your needs, they're still not being met because they don't have an understanding of you. How your mind and body respond or when to do the things you need when you need them. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so. Basically, I'm not being deprived or...rewarded...when I need to be?"

"Exactly. You need a partner, or partners, that know what they're doing. In other words, if your assessment reveals you're a submissive which I'm thinking you are, you'd need an experienced dom. And for that, I would recommend going to a club," Eijirou suggested. "You haven't taken the acclimation test yet and I still want you to, but that's my base assessment of you for now; you're a submissive that needs someone educated to take control."

Bakugo stood up and approached you, handing you the assessment test, "We do these a little different than most. Instead of basic 'are you into this or not' we use the stoplight reference like you would during an actual scene or play. Mark red for no, yellow if you're curious or willing to try it, green for an absolute yes. Good?"

"Got it, thank you, Bakugo." The shy smile and blush creeping over your cheeks under his intense gaze didn't go unnoticed by either male, but Bakugo just smirked and returned to his seat.

Kirishima stood, and ushered you to the door with a very large hand on the small of your back, "Okay, Y/N, you can take those home with you. Take your time, fill them out as you see fit. Be sure to bring them back for our next session and we'll all be sure to discuss your results, in detail," shooting you a knowing look as he closed his office door and turned back to look at Bakugo.

'Why the hell did that sound so suggestive,' you wondered.

"Ah, man, I think we found her," he said.

Bakugo smirked in reply, "Oh yeah. Watch she's gonna be a total freak."

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Tuesday

"Mina, he has an assistant now and they're both so fucking hot. I've never wanted to fuck someone more than those two men. How the hell am I supposed to put all my freaky shit out there and then they want to discuss them?! I'm gonna die if I go back."

Sighing as you flop down on your bed, Mina lays next to you and pats your hand, "Ohhh, Y/N, you'll be fine. In fact, it should be easier to talk about it with them if they're really that hot. Maybe you'll find out what kind of stuff they're into...hmmm? Maybe they'll give you a little...group project to do," she said waggling her eyebrows.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you would absolutely fuck them both in their office. Would it be wrong to do so? Who fucking cares, not you that's for sure. Morality be damned as far as you're concerned.

Not that it actually mattered anyway. This was just a fantasy that you're sure many before you have had. Oh well, a girl can dream, right?

"Okay, as hot as that would be, it's not gonna happen. They were entirely too professional for that, Mina. Their hands were huge though...makes ya wonder...," you said, trailing off and giggling.

"So, you're gonna go back right? I mean other than them being totally 1000% fuckable, you said they helped."

"Yeah...I probably should. They really already told me my problem but I'd like to know if there's something else I could do or try to solve it. So yeah, I'll go back on Saturday."

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Saturday

Today was the day. Kirishima knew it, Bakugo knew it, you knew it and you were all a combination of anxious and excited. Granted, you were feeling that for a different reason but it's fine.

Noticing the secretary missing, you were worried you mistook the time of your appointment until the door swung open and you were greeted by that devilishly handsome sharp-toothed smile.

"Y/N, come on in and get comfortable. I assume you brought your assessment back with you?"

"Hi, Eijirou, Bakugo. Yes, sir, I did," you smile sweetly as you hand him the papers and take your seat opposite Bakugo.

Sitting down and leaning over so Bakugo could read, they analyzed your results, making little comments here and there.

Bakugo snorted, "Well you're definitely consistent. I think you're the most consistent sub I've ever seen, actually."

"Knife play is green, blood play is green, anal is yellow, oral is green, face fucking is green, choking is green, degradation and praise are both green, humiliation is yellow-"

"Oh uhh, sorry, yeah," you interjected, "That's yellow because I don't like extreme humiliation but I do enjoy it otherwise...sorry just thought I'd clarify. Please, continue."

Nodding, Kirishima and Bakugo returned their gazes to the papers in front of them, "Noted. Breeding kink is green, mutual masturbation is green, spitting is green, daddy kink, power play names like 'sir' are green. Impact play, cum play, biting, thigh riding, bondage, even branding are all green. Oh and orgasm denial, huh?" Kirishima mused, occasionally letting his gaze wander to your exposed thighs, not missing the way you were trying to subtly rub them together. Lightly bumping Bakugo who's attention was immediately turned to you to witness your dilemma with very hungry eyes.

You couldn't bear to look at them. For some reason, every bone in your body was screaming at you to look at everything except the two men in front of you.

"Um, yeah...it's a lot I guess," you confirmed, giggling nervously.

"Oh not at all. I mean, yes, there are quite a few but that's nothing to be ashamed of. Right, well Y/N, I can confidently say you are a true submissive based on how you answered the rest of the questions. Would you agree with that?" Kirishima asked.

Finally meeting the two pairs of red eyes across from you, immediately regretting it because of the wave of arousal that flooded between your thighs, you managed to whisper, "Most definitely."

"Hmm, should we get started then?" Bakugo asked, standing and striding over to you.

"Yes I think we should...what do you think Bakugo? Denial first?" Kirishima asked as he also made his way to you.

Bakugo hummed in response and kneeled in front of you, grasping your chin between his thumb and fingers, watching your eyes widen, he applied a little pressure, "What's your safeword, Y/N?"

"Red," came your breathless reply.

A low chuckle rumbled behind you as Kirishima settled you between his thighs, your back pressed to his chest, "Now, is that for a reason other than the stoplight method?"

"No comment," you whispered.

You sigh as you feel Bakugo's hands travel up your thighs and under your skirt, moving your panties to the side. Meanwhile, Kirishima made quick work relieving you of your shirt to lift your bra over your tits. Moving his fingers to tease and graze ever so lightly over your nipples. His mouth latching onto your pulse point to lick and suck until his mark was present.

Your mind was racing. Not only were you in the presence of two of the most gorgeous men you've ever laid eyes on but they were touching you?? Not just touching you...but TOUCHING you?!

'There is no way in fucking hell this is actually happening right now. Have I gone mad? I obviously have. Holy fucking shiiiiiiiiiiit...'

A short chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts and brought your attention to Bakugo, his eyes half-lidded and filled to the brim with lust. He licked his lips and met your gaze before speaking, "You do not cum without permission, do you understand me? Say it."

"Yes, daddy. I can't cum without permission."

"Wow, look at that, Eijirou...she's already so obedient, goddamn," he says, a sinister smirk enveloping his features as his eyes fall back down to your exposed pussy.

"Of course she is...she's a good girl," Eijirou coos into your neck, "I wonder how long it'll take before she's our dirty little slut though," his voice dropping down to a low rumble that vibrated through your body made your walls clench.

Bakugo chuckled lightly as he watched your body react to Kirishima's words. Dragging a knuckle through your folds before pushing his middle finger inside you, you heard him whisper, "Need'ta taste you..." as he dipped his head down to latch his lips around your clit.

"Remember the plan, Bakugo," Kirishima muttered, putting his middle fingers in your mouth to wet them and rub gentle circles over your nipples while his teeth sank into your neck.

Bakugo didn't answer. He just pushed another finger into you while he sucked your clit, giving little licks ever so often. Writhing and mewling, you were fine riding this building high until he suddenly curled his fingers up and pushed his tongue flat against you.

"F-fuck, daddy...gonna...oh god...please...let me cum...," you pleaded. You squirmed in Eijirou's arms, your hips rising to grind against Bakugo's tongue and fingers until you felt his hand land a sharp slap to your inner thigh. A hand gripped your jaw, turning your head so you had no choice but to meet Eijirou's amused stare, "No," he stated.

Bakugo pulled his face and fingers from your exposed core, licking his lips, grinning like a madman while Kirishima still held your face, watching your features contort from your disappointment, and hearing you whimper from the loss.

Readjusting your bra and shirt with one hand, Eijirou said, "You will not cum until we see you at your next session. Which is in...how many days, Bakugo?"

"Six days, Kiri. Y/N's next session is in six days."

"Six days. If myself or Bakugo think you've disobeyed us in that time, there will be consequences, do you understand?" Eijirou asked. He smirked at your dumbfounded expression but then raised an eyebrow at your lack of response.

A light slap to your cheek brought you out of your stupor long enough to provide a, "Yes, sir, I understand."

"Good girl. We'll see you next time, Y/N. Have a good weekend," sending you on your way with a devious grin.

Eijirou and Bakugo were both extremely enamored. Not just because you were cute and sexy at the same time, which was insane to them, but because you were so pliable. You were perfect. "Fuck, she's fun, bro."

Bakugo chuckled, still relishing your taste on his fingers, "Yeah she fuckin is."

'Oh my fucking god. This is how I die. They really just fucking did that, holy fuck. Oh holy fucking FUCK...wait. How the fuck am I supposed to not cum for six days????'

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Six Days Later; Friday

Bakugo lifted your hips, driving his cock into you, "Fuck, Y/N, m'gonna cum...gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy. You want that, baby? Yeah ya do...you wanna be good for us, right? Wanna be our good little whore, yeah?"

Dazed and fucked out to the fullest extent of the word. You'd never, ever felt this satisfied from a man before and you weren't even close to being done. What the fuck is that beeping noise?!

*beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep*

"Oh holy fuckin shit."

Just a dream...okay...whewww...

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Your appointment started innocently enough, Kirishima asked if you'd abided by their rule and you confirmed. You talked about what you'd like in further sexual encounters with others, Bakugo and Kiri, silently, devoting their allegiance to your requests and that's when Bakugo pounced. He couldn't help it. You just looked so precious and fuckable...submissive and breedable, if you will.

"Strip, now."

And who the fuck were you to deny that request?

Bakugo walked to you, sliding his hands up your bare thighs, "So...you want to be used, hmmm? You wanna be someone's fuck toy? Just a little cum dump?"

"Y-yes..."

A slap stinging your inner thigh and ringing through the air brought you back, "M'sorry, yes, daddy I wanna be used...," you corrected.

Grabbing your jaw and turning your face to Kirishima, Bakugo taunted, "Look at her, Eijirou. She's gonna be such a good little whore for us once we're done with her."

Kirishima's gaze slid over your exposed body before he walked to you, kneeling to meet your line of sight, "You want him to fuck you, don't you?" Patronization seeping through the deep, sultry tone of his voice, "You want Bakugo to fuck you stupid and me to watch, hmm? Lucky for you, that's exactly what I intend to happen. If you're a good girl, you'll have a surprise before you go. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Bakugo's grip on your face strengthened before he asked, "What's your safeword, Y/N?"

"Red."

"And what are you to call me and Eijirou right now?"

"Daddy and Sir."

"Good girl," Bakugo said, letting your face free, and kneeling between your legs, his face just inches from your exposed core.

"Fuckin hell, Eijirou, she's dripping...she definitely deserves a reward...," dragging a finger against your slit, Bakugo needed you more than he'd needed anyone. Could he explain it? No. Did he need to? No. Not now, anyway. He just *needed* to fuck you.

Rubbing teasing circles over your clit, his other hand parting your folds to push two fingers inside you, much like last time. Since they had edged you six days ago, you were already very much on edge, ready to let go at any second. You had to admit you were morbidly curious as to what would happen if you came without permission but before you could continue that thought, Bakugo curled his fingers up and wrapped his lips around your clit. Your back arched as you let out the most lewd moan to ever fall from your lips, one hand flying into Bakugo's hair the other pinching and teasing your nipples.

A deep, rumbling chuckle made your eyes snap to Eijirou before widening at the delicious sight in front of you. He had pulled up a chair next to Bakugo, ensuring he would get an amazing view of your pussy being devoured, his huge hand slowly stroking his length. Your mind hazy from not only the sight alone but from the sheer size of him. Long, a slight upward curve, and girthy with small veins running up his shaft. A prominent one along the underside leading to the pretty flushed red tip that was practically drooling pre.

Your mouth watered and your walls clenched just thinking about how he would feel inside you. Stretching your walls, filling you, pushing every thought out of your mind until all that was left was his cock.

Kirishima's gaze met yours and he smirked, "Remember the rules, babygirl?"

"F-fuck...yes...sir. D-don't..hnnnn...cum without-fuck-without permission," you stuttered out in between gasps.

Bakugo breathed out a contented hum against your pussy before leaning back to look at you. Taking in the light sheen covering your forehead, the flush of your cheeks creeping down your neck, your parted lips releasing the most sinful moans and sighs he's ever heard. The way your body would shiver and break out in chills when his fingers caressed that perfect spot against your walls.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl? Hmm? You wanna make a mess on my fingers?"

You only whined in response to which Bakugo landed a sharp slap to your inner thigh before reaching up to grip your throat, "I asked you a fuckin question. Be a good little whore and use your words or I'll leave you like this for another week," he snarled.

"Oh god...wanna cum on your tongue, daddy, pleeease..."

Smirking, he removed his fingers and held them up for Kirishima to see, "Fuckin look at that, Kiri. Such a messy cunt all for us."

Moving his fingers to rub tight circles and figure eights around your clit, he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue until he felt your hips lift. Plunging the thick muscle into you in one move, he moaned, pulling back his words were muffled, "Fuckin missed how you taste, Princess."

Sliding your gaze over to Kirishima, you saw him fucking up into his fist, a steady line of precum coating his shaft. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth, brows furrowed, heavy pants falling from his lips. His eyes rose from watching Bakugo tongue fuck you to stare into yours and that was it.

"Fuck, fuck, oh holy shit...daddy...please. I'm gonna, g-onna, please let me cum...please oh my god, daddy..."

Bakugo was too lost, too drunk on your arousal, bewitched by the way your thighs trembled around his head to answer you. Kirishima heard you, but would he give you relief?

Eijirou groaned, "Ahh, fuuuuuck...cum, babygirl. Cum on his tongue...wanna see you fall apart..."

You all but screamed as your release wracked through you. Your body convulsing with the first orgasm you'd had in months and it was pure ecstasy. Heat flooding through your body as Bakugo's tongue lapped up your cum, grunting and moaning how good you tasted.

Coming down, you noticed Kirishima taking deep breaths, trying to stop himself from cumming while he stared straight at your pussy, watching Bakugo rise up and lick his lips.

"You ready, Bakugo?" Kiri asked.

"Oh fuck yeah..."

You watched Eijirou stand and walk over to you, a hungry, feral look in his eyes. Bakugo stood and stripped revealing his thick, veiny cock. Not as long as Kirishima's but good god was it thick. Flushed a pretty and angry pink at the tip, veins running all over, hard and dripping pre just from eating you out.

You licked your lips at the sight making him chuckle and whisper, “Maybe next time, Princess.”

"I know anal is yellow for you so we'll take it slow, okay? Any time you're uncomfortable, use your safeword. Do you understand?" Kirishima asked.

"Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good girl. Now, I'm gonna prep you while Bakugo keeps you entertained."

The man in question picked you up so he could lay down and settle you on his hips, "You good, baby?"

"I'm okay, daddy," you whispered, "Just want you inside me..."

He didn't need to be told twice. He knew you were ready for him and he wanted to distract you from the discomfort you were sure to feel before the pleasure. Bakugo wrapped his hands around your hips, lifting and settling you at the tip of his length, holding you there while Kirishima lubed his fingers.

Eijirou pressed soft kisses to your shoulder as his finger prodded against your ass, "Just relax for us, babygirl...I know it feels weird right now but it'll feel amazing when we're through. You trust us, yeah?"

"Yes, sir."

"Bakugo, now."

At Kirishima's command, Bakugo fully sheathed himself into you as Kiri slowly pushed his fingers in, scissoring and stretching you for his dick.

"Holy fucking...oh my god...," you gasped. Your body tensed, digging your fingers into Bakugo's chest you whimpered, "umm...yellow, maybe?"

Bakugo was worried. He'd never done this before and the thought of you being uncomfortable was driving him crazy, "Yellow? Okay do I stay here or..like who baby? Please tell me..."

"No, wait. I'm fine, really. I just need a minute to adjust and breathe. Yellow means slow, right? I'm fine, I just need a second to adjust. Maybe, us stay here while Eijirou moves? You feel really good in me, daddy..."

"We'll stay like this while Kiri preps, okay? Does that sound okay, baby?" Bakugo asked.

"Yes, daddy," you said, feeling Bakugo press gentle kisses along your jaw and neck, "that's perfect."

Capturing your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss, Bakugo slowly but surely took away the discomfort of Kiri stretching you out, toying with your nipples, biting and sucking along your chest and neck.

Kirishima was usually the softer of the two so he was definitely confused at the sudden role reversal but went along with it anyway, "Such a good girl for us, hmmm? You gonna let us fuck you at the same time? Goddamn you're a good little slut, Y/N...we'll take good care of you, I promise," he said while working his fingers into you.

Finally stretched enough, Eijirou nodded at Bakugo before saying, "You use your safeword at any time. I'm serious, Y/N. At any point you feel you can't or don't want to continue, say it and everything stops. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand. I'm good now, though. I promise."

You took a deep breath as Eijirou pressed into you, Bakugo stealing your whimpers with soft but passionate kisses until Kiri was fully sheathed. Letting you adjust, Kirishima laid gentle kisses along your shoulders and spine while he rubbed comforting circles along your lower back. Bakugo laying kisses across your collarbones and neck while murmuring soft praises against your skin.

Slowly, you started to rock your hips against the dynamic duo. And holy fuck could you feel how fucking full you were.

Brain: empty. How full: yes.

That was it.

"Hnnnng...fuck, Y/N...Kiri I dunno how long I can last like this...fuck..."

"Bakugo, hold off. This is for Y/N, remember that. How do you feel, babygirl?" Eijirou asked.

"S-sooo...full...s'good...want you to move...please..."

Rocking his hips into you, he felt you tighten, Bakugo felt your walls pulse, "Sir...daddy...please fuck me..."

As much control as they had, it had nothing on your request. As soon as those words left your lips, they were moving in tandem. One was in, the other out.

Kirishima completely enraptured by you and Bakugo absolutely pussy drunk, you didn't stand a chance.

Lifting your hips to drive deeper into you, "Good girl, such a good fuckin girl...god dammit you feel so good. Fuck! Goddamn, Eiji doesn't she feel good? Wanna feel you cum on my cock...can you do that? You wanna be a good girl for us, right?" Bakugo chanted, the words leaving him before he even registered them.

"Fuckin hell, babygirl...you're taking us so well...," Kirishima pushed a hand against your lower abdomen, making you cry out, as he leaned forward to brush his lips against your ear, and whispered, "You feel that? That's Bakugo filling you that deep."

Feeling you tremble and your legs shake, hearing your panting and moaning increase, Bakugo knew you were close.

"You wanna cum, baby? You know what you have to do..." Bakugo grunted, driving his cock impossibly deeper into you.

"Tell your daddy what you want, babygirl. Tell him how good you feel. Be a good little whore and use your words, yeah?" Eijirou prompted.

"Oh god...I love you fillling me...wanna cum...wanna be more full...fill me with your cum...please...daddy...sir...fill me..."

"Holy fuck, baby," Bakugo groaned, "Cum. Cum on my dick. Make a mess f'me, baby. Wanna see you fall apart on me, c'mon..."

"Cum, babygirl...we wanna breed that sweet little pussy...cum so we can take turns, yeah?" Eijirou taunted. "Shit...m'gonna...fuck...gonna cum...fuuuuuck"

Your back arched, body pulsing, "Oh god...daddy...sir...fuuuuck...please don't stop oh gooooodddd," you whimpered as your release washed over you, feeling their cum flood your body.

'Okay...maybe I'm not broken...,' you thought as they slipped out of you. Bakugo pressed his back against one of the glass paned walls while Eijirou picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinned your back against Bakugo.

'Round two then?'

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"Aftercare is always important. Honestly, it's probably the most important for subs and doms alike," Kirishima explained.

"Oh I know this. It's to ground everyone involved. We all need to reconnect on an intimate level to make sure we're all okay."

"Exactly, baby. Such a good girl...can we keep her, Eiji?" Bakugo asked.

"Of course, if she wants to stay..."

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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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Andrea sighs. “I hate this part.”

“And what part would that be?” Kara spares a small glance for her, but continues to tug on her socks, her shoes, and anything else that she might need on her way out of Andrea’s apartment without a second thought. Again.

“The part where you make me sleep alone.”

Kara whips her head around. “… I’m sorry?”

“Nothing.”

Andrea regrets everything as she buries her head underneath her pillow. Maybe she can blame this sudden onset of weakness on her most recent trend of foregone sleep, or maybe even the very reason for said lack of sleep now standing at the foot of her soon-to-be half-emptied bed. But it certainly isn’t something that deserves any more elaboration, much less voiced.

Unfortunately though, Kara’s never been one to let something go. The rustle of clothing dies away, leading to a padding of steps which leads to the sagging of Andrea’s bed as Kara sits down beside her. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Andrea repeats, her voice firm despite being muffled under her pillow. “Make sure to lock the door on your way out.”

“No, come on…” Kara’s tugging on Andrea’s arm, thumb rubbing gently into her skin. “Talk to me. Please? I’m right here.”

Groaning to herself, Andrea finally sits up, frown deeply set and disgruntled. “Where are you even going anyway?”

Kara takes a deep breath before answering, and Andrea hates how these are the kinds of things that refuse to escape her notice now. “I told you,” Kara says slowly. “I’m meeting a source downtown.”

“Right now? After midnight?” Andrea says with a scoff. “You don’t have a better, more business-friendly time—I don’t know—during the day to be meeting up with these people?”

“I have to go where the story takes me! And I also have to meet my sources on their own terms if I want to cultivate a lasting sense of trust and profess—”

“But for what article?” Andrea demands. “You’ve already met all your deadlines for this week. You wouldn’t be here”—she gestures aimlessly about her bed—“otherwise, so what else could you possibly be researching right now?”

“It’s…” Kara stumbles slightly, and Andrea wills her heart to harden into something that can never sink. “This is for a new story. One that I’m thinking about pitching. Soon.”

“Okay. What story?”

“I can’t tell you yet! It’s not ready,” Kara says, and Andrea just scoffs again. “Hey, seriously. What’s really bothering you? You never care about my work.”

“I’m your boss, Kara. It’s literally my job to care about your work.”

“Just tell me what’s actually bothering you, and I’ll fix it.”

Andrea rubs at her face. “I’d just… really like to know what it’s like to sleep next to my girlfriend for once…”

“Your girlfriend?” Kara echoes. “Who’s your girl—oh!” Her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her hairline. “Wait, oh…”

Groaning once more, now about ready to bury her entire body beneath her pillow if possible, Andrea just waves her hand. “Never mind, okay? Just go.”

“No, hey, hey, hey…” Kara tugs on Andrea’s wrist, refusing, per usual, to let an unwieldy moment die down on its own. “Girlfriend?”

“Forget I even said anything…” Andrea starts, but Kara seems quite unwilling to. In fact, she’s looking at Andrea in complete awe, and Andrea can’t help but straighten up at the attention. Maybe even pushing out her chest a bit just to make a point. “All right, fine, we can talk about this. But you should know right now, that I can’t date anyone who refuses to sleep with me.”

“Pfft, what do you mean? We literally sleep with each other all the time,” Kara protests, until Andrea shoots her a meaningful look—glare. “Oh… Right. You meant, just sleeping, sleeping. Um. Okay. Well, I guess that’s something we can try if you really want…”

Andrea rolls her eyes. “I don’t want you to try it just to appease me, Kara. I want you to want it too. For your own sake.”

“I do want it too! I just didn’t realize that it was something that you’d want. From me, especially.”

“Why the hell not?” Andrea says. “I’m sorry—was the past hour and a half not convincing enough for you?”

Kara flushes all over, sputtering, “No, what I meant was… I didn’t realize that you actually liked me like that?”

“Again. Was the past hour and—”

“I get your point,” Kara says, flapping her hands. “And okay. I, you know… like you too.”

“Oh, how promising,” Andrea mutters, but her nerves were undeniably starting to settle. The flow of conversation now comfortably in her favor.

“And I do want that too,” Kara continues, cracking a smile. “So… let’s do it. Let’s be girlfriends who, you know, sleep together.”

“Deal.” Andrea clears her throat, fidgeting with her sheets. “I imagine that it’ll have to start another night though, no?”

Kara rubs at the back of her neck. “I’m sorry. I just really have to meet this source tonight. It’s really important, I swear.”

“Fine,” Andrea says in a sigh. “It’s not like I don’t understand the need to put one’s career first.”

Kara pouts. She reaches out to cradle Andrea’s face, thumb tracing down her cheek, and Andrea’s not melting, she’s not melting, she’s not.

“I’ll come back,” Kara says at last. “No matter how long this meeting goes for, I promise to come straight back here and sleep with you.”

“Oh, you promise?” Andrea laughs, but there’s a serious glint to Kara’s eyes, twinkling in the way that they do in the strangest moments sometimes.

“Absolutely. I’ll be right back. And I’ll be right here for you, okay?”

Andrea lets out another laugh, ducking her head slightly. “Okay. I guess we’ll see how you do then.”

“Thank you,” Kara says, beaming. “But for now, I really do have to go. I’m actually kinda late now.”

“Then go. I ain’t keeping ya.”

Kara leans in, clearly in askance of a goodbye kiss, but when Andrea goes to cup her face, Kara resists just a tad. “Trust me,” she says. “You kiss me like that, and I’ll never make it out of here.”

“Want to test that little theory?” Andrea asks, her voice dropped into huskier territory, and Kara accordingly flushes pink cheek to cheek.

“Oh… boy…” Kara says in a hushed whisper. “I… er, I gotta go though, so…” She quickly shakes her head. “Yup, gotta go, gotta go. So sorry, but bye!” Pecking at Andrea’s cheek, Kara all but bolts out the door.

With a tiny unseen pout, Andrea sinks back into her bed, her moment of vulnerability already regretted with that aching part of her chest. But Kara promised to come back, and she seems the type to keep promises like that—the girlfriend type, that is.

Andrea’s final thought as she’s drifting off is a fleeting hope that wherever Kara’s rushing off to meet her source wouldn’t be anywhere near the sirens that have been going off. The last thing this would-be relationship needs is for Andrea’s would-be girlfriend to get stuck in traffic this late at night because of fire trucks or something.

Andrea wakes up to a sudden dip in her bed, coherent thoughts still slow to return as a column of warmth wraps around her middle from behind. She blinks blearily into the darkness. The sharp bite of smoke lingering in the air somehow only seems to get stronger the clearer her vision gets.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” comes a sleepy mumble close to her ear, and Andrea starts to chuckle, her surprise melting into blessed relief.

There’s a wry comment sitting on Andrea’s tongue as she glances over her shoulder, but the specifics of it all gets lost when she sees Supergirl curled up against her. “Whoa. W-wait…”

“Oh, m’s’rry…” Supergirl says softly, eyes still squeezed shut. “Forgot to ask… Can I call you ‘baby’ now, since we’re girlfriends who sleep together and stuff…?”

Andrea is reeling, as she takes in the sight. That is to say, the sight of National City’s darling and daring hero rapidly passing out in her bed, blonde hair strewn across Kara’s go-to pillow like a golden halo, her bulk scrunched up into a tiny ball of warmth pressed into Andrea’s side, cape splayed out without a care.

“You’re…” Andrea clears her throat, hopefully ridding herself of the dry stutter caught within. “Excuse me, you’re wearing boots in my bed.”

Supergirl lets out a small whine—there’s a literal, bona fide superhero whining all disgruntled in Andrea’s bed right now—and kicks out her feet. “But I’m so tired, maybe-baby.”

“Maybe-baby,” Andrea echoes, rolling her eyes, because okay, this is definitely Kara all right.

She manages to extricate herself from Kara’s embrace with surprising ease, considering, then manages to tug Supergirl’s boots off one by one with far less ease. But the sight that Andrea’s greeted with startles her into soft laughter.

“Hey. What’s so funny…”

“I like your socks,” Andrea says, slipping back under the sheets, eyes fluttering shut when Kara sidles right up against her once more. “You know, you weren’t wearing those when you left me.”

“Is it really leaving when I come right back?”

“Yes.”

Kara snorts, burying herself into Andrea’s hair with a sigh. “Mm, I like my socks too. Was a gift from Santa,” she says, and Andrea can almost feel Kara wiggling her toes. “I like the smilin’ fruits…”

“Yes, I figured you would.”

Kara lets out a mock scandalized gasp, “It’s s’pposed to be secret Santa, you know…”

“You know what else is supposed be a secret?” Andrea shoots back, arching an eyebrow that is of course lost on her half-asleep almost-girlfriend. But Kara seems to know, because she grins.

“Hm. We can talk about it in the morning, mm’kay?”

“Oh, we most certainly will,” Andrea says, turning on her side, allowing herself to be happily spooned. “Good night, Supergirl.”

“Yeah, yeah, good night, maybe-baby.”

#bloooooooop.#my words.#superrojas

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safetycar-restart · 2 years ago

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also yes boypussy!mick is a squirter. and he's so so SO sensitive. like so sensitive it's actually ridiculous.

but seriously, the gentlest of touches get him crying out and gripping onto you or the nearest thing to him.

so, maybe, you'd be fingering him. and if we connect this ask to your original day 11 post, it would basically be his first time doing that. he's never tried it before, so you try your best to make him feel comfortable and good. he's leaning against your shoulder, as you leave kisses along his jawline, slowly trailing your hand down to his pussy.

you're gently circling his clit with your fingers, which has him jolting and crying out, reaching for your hand to hold. you take it easy, slowly work a finger inside him while kissing his cheek, as he lets out heavy breaths which increase in volume bit by bit. once you've eased into him, you're fingering him at a slow pace, let him get used to it, as the poor mick's legs shake, tightly gripping your hand, holding it by his chest.

"p-please, faster..." he'd mumble, you hum in approval, leaving love bits on his neck and shoulder, slowly speeding up your movements. mick manages to muster up enough energy to say "oh god!" before letting himself go and moaning loudly. you pick up the pace even more, your tempo quite fast as you try to ground mick, who's a shaking, moaning mess in your arms now.

"fuck! mommy! gonna- gonna cum!" andohboyhedoes.hedoes.hedoes.hereallyfuckingdoes.

he grips your hand tightly, reaching for your wrist near his pussy, as he absolutely soaks the bedsheets. his orgasm lasts for a good minute, and you can tell that by how long it lasts, even though he could make himself cum, the poor thing never got proper relief from it. he's been so shy and almost embarrassed about the sole fact he has a pussy, scared of what his partners would think if they knew, that he just never had the guts to truly let himself go.

though, now that he has you, and he knows you love him for him, that you'll accept him no matter what and that you'll always take care of him, he feels safe and grounded, and now he can finally let go and feel the weight off his shoulders.

all of that running through his pretty mind results in mick turning to you, out of breath, and him telling you "i love you so much" as he kisses you, before you kiss his nose and tell him "i love you even more, my sweet boy."

(your mission to get us obsessed with sub!mick has worked on me, thank you for altering my life shels)

- 📓

I…. Oh my god I’m going fucking insane over here this is so good.

You’re so right that Mick is just the more sensitive little thing ever!! So sensitive!!

It’s so easy to make him fall apart. The moment your hand just brushes against his panties, he’s whining and bucking his hips, gripping onto the sheets.

It’s not only that his pussy is just SO sensitive, which is absolutely is, but it’s also the fact that holy fuck you’re touching his pussy. And that fact alone is enough to make him cry.

And he gets turned on so easily with you. You’re just slowly making out with him, running your hands over his body and he’s instantly getting so turned on, starting to rub his thighs together for some friction and whining into your mouth.

“You want my fingers?” You ask him gently, smiling when he blushes and nuzzles into your neck.

Of course he wants your fingers. He always wants your fingers.

You try to get up, thinking that you’ll give him head. But to your surprise he pulls you back down, whining and throwing his leg over your lap to keep you in place.

“Thought you wanted me to make you feel good?” You ask, confused.

“Stay close…” mick responds.

It’s quite possibly the hottest and cutest thing you’ve ever heard, that mick wants your fingers BUT he also wants you to stay close so that he can cuddle you.

You don’t even take his panties off, just move them to the side and then make him bend the leg he put over yours a little more so that you have better access.

His poor little clit is SO red cause he’s so worked up and desperate and he cries out when you touch it. Luckily you can hold one of his hands, so he grips it instantly and hides his head in your shoulder.

“Please…” he speaks against your neck, “faster…. Please…”

You have to keep on kissing his cheek and holding his hand as you slowly insert one finger inside him, because he gets so overwhelmed so quickly. He can’t help it! He just has such a sensitive pussy.

And then when you start finger fucking properly he just absolutely loses it. His head falls back against the headboard, hips bucking into your hand as he whines and cries because it feels so good that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

“Mommy… mommy gonna cum please,” he whines, trying his best to look at you but he can’t manage to keep his eyes open for long enough cause it just feels too good.

And then suddenly it’s so much more intense than anything he’s ever managed on his own.

When he cums, he just absolutely soaks the bed, his hand flying down to his pussy because he has no idea what’s happening but your hand is already there, running his clit through his orgasm and driving him absolutely insane.

By the time he stops, he can barley even lift his head, breathing hard and just about managing to flop into your arms because he’s absolutely spent.

#👅#kinktober tag #shels catches up on kinktober asks #nsfw.#sub!mick #ms #gn!reader #📓

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wtfevenismypage · 5 years ago

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

“I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

(SEXUAL THEMES BEYOND THIS POINT)

A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully.

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch.

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker.

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment.

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same.

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body.

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly.

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

“Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips.

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully.

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind.

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder.

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck.

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves.

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful.

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well.

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe.

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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