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Got any Farah, Valeria, & Laswell hcs? Anything, really- I'm dying for my girls 🤲🤲🤲

Hello! Yeah, I was able to come up with a few! I already wrote a few for Valeria here! Somehow, I forgot to put them in my masterlist, though, which I have since fixed! Thank you for making me aware of this, though :-) These are general Headcanons, though, since I had an easier time coming up with those and because you didn't specify, I hope that's okay!

Valeria, Farah and Laswell HCs

Valeria: She’s always had quite the temper, even when she was young. While she may not have been spoiled to hell and back as a child, she usually got what she wanted, as long as it wasn’t something extraordinarily big, her parents always took care of her like that. Valeria loved her mother, they got along very well with each other, and she also took after her, having inherited her personality for the most part. Her father was a bit calmer than the two of them, but that didn’t mean they didn’t get along either. Whereas her mother would encourage her to do most things, her father would try to talk sense into her if it was a bad idea. She often sulked because of it, which is why she didn’t like her father as much as her mother, but as she got older she realized he meant well. Sometimes she still thinks about his advice, but the both of them died a long time ago, so most things they’ve told her are a distant memory by now. Valeria may be successful with what she’s doing and doesn’t like being told what to do, but sometimes she does wish she could still eat some sweets with her parents like she used to.

Joining the military actually wasn’t her first choice of career. She tried many places, but no one would take her, so she opted for the military, which welcomed her with open arms. She got paid. Not well, but she received the money, which was important since her parents couldn’t leave her with too much. They didn��t have very much either, so there wasn’t much to be inherited. Because she’s a woman, a few creeps tried to harass her, but she had none of it and beat all three of them up herself and on her own. Ever since that incident she wasn’t a big fan of the military either, but no other place would take her. However, it showed just how capable she was and earned her a lot of respect. A few other men would try to make advances towards her, but she shot them down every time. However, whenever another female soldier would jokingly flirt with her, that’s when she’d give it her all, making it her goal to fluster her beyond all hell. She’s spent a few evenings and nights with a few female soldiers, but was always willing to rip a male soldier’s dick off if he was being too friendly with her. During her time as a soldier she also realized that she preferred women.

She didn’t always hate Alejandro, actually. Back in the day, they got along very well. He was a man, yes, but he had enough respect for her. It wasn’t a given, even if it should have been, but she appreciated it. Whenever they sparred he gave it his all as well and never looked down on her. In his eyes, the two of them were equals and it showed. Valeria could appreciate that. She liked him, she spent a night with him but realized she hated that sort of stuff with men. He was the final realization for her that Valeria does not like men. It didn’t make her hate him at first, though. Only when he insisted on the two of them being a thing did she develop some form of disdain for him. Once she told him that she could never feel the same way, he stopped. However, he also started treating her a bit differently since he was in love with her. As he rose in ranks, he was a bit harsher on her than the other soldiers, usually dissatisfied with anything she did. He didn’t even notice that, but Valeria did. Therefore he became just another scum to her.

Farah: Before her town got attacked, she actually had a pretty happy childhood. She was sweet and kind as a kid, she got along well with her parents and her brother and she had a few close friends. Farah loved going outside to play, sometimes even inviting her parents to make potions with her in a bucket filled with water, sand and rocks. Her parents were always afraid of the Russians invading and tried to keep their children safe regardless of what happened, but in the end they were unable to. It hit Farah pretty hard, she loved her parents. Even now she misses them dearly since they always took such good care of her and her brother. At least she still had her brother. Farah knew she was the younger one out of the two of them, so she likely should have been the one to be protected, but once her town got attacked she became determined to make sure her brother would stay with her. Drastic times called for drastic measures, so she actually has killed people just so her brother could stay alive. It was around that time that other people realized how she was a very caring person still and could be trusted. Slowly, through that realization, she was able to gather a small force that could help her.

Farah is a pretty good leader. The people she works with adore her because, under that rough exterior, she’s still a good person. All her brothers and sisters know she can be trusted with just about anything. She rarely ever says no upon hearing a request of one of her people, knowing fully well what it’s like to need something. As she’s been through a lot herself, she always has an open ear for her brothers and sisters. While there’s not always time to listen to everyone’s concerns, if she does have time she’ll listen to you intently. Farah knows a lot more about her people than she lets on, that ranges from how the latest battle has gone to how her sister’s family is doing. She’s never one to turn down someone in need, always offering food and shelter. I know she may seem stern, because she has to be in order to be a good leader, but deep down she’s still the same kind girl that she’s always been. Her people would give up just about anything for her, and they do. One day, Farah dreams, Urzikstan will be free, it will be safe and it will prosper, its people won’t have anything to fear anymore. Trade will continue, the people will be happy and she can finally lay down her weary head and rest for a bit. But until then, she swore she’ll fight and fight until everything is finally over.

She’s never actually been in love. When she had the chance to develop a crush she was too young. Now that she’s older she doesn’t have time for anything lovey dovey in the slightest. Alex was the first person she ever developed a crush on. He may have seemed like an enemy at first, but it quickly enough became evident that that couldn’t be further from the truth. He was a good man, someone who could be trusted no matter what. He was loyal to a fault as well, which Farah could appreciate. However, she never told him, swallowing her feelings down instead no matter how intense they became. Yet, she sort of did always look forward to his small gestures of affection. Alex is a physically affectionate guy, so he’d sometimes pat her shoulder, put a hand on her shoulder or gently bump her arm to show he liked her. Farah is severely touch starved, so it made for a good combination. One time, he asked if she would like a hug, to which she said yes. To this day, Farah thinks about that hug since it was the first one she had received in seven or eight years. It may not have seemed like she was swayed at the time, but she was very content afterwards.

Laswell: Laswell’s parents didn’t really care too much for her. Don’t get me wrong, they provided for her physical needs, but they barely looked after her in any other regard, thinking she was happy because she had everything she could ever need. Laswell may have been strong because of it, even then, but she did wish her parents had cared more about other things as well, such as how she was doing emotionally. There were quite a few things that hurt her during her childhood, but she barely had anyone who would support her during her rough times. Her parents only ever wanted to see her happy and content, but barely made any effort to actually keep her as such. Laswell knew fairly early on that she was a lesbian and did come out to her parents, but that’s all that happened. It was never discussed again afterwards, even if her father would sometimes say that she would “find the right guy eventually” while talking to other people. Laswell has called him out on it numerous times, but he always made it about him and how he was the victim for saying something that made his daughter uncomfortable. Laswell didn’t stay in contact with her parents for very long once she moved out.

Even back when she was a child, Laswell knew she wanted to do something more exciting than be a hairdresser, waitress or cook. She wanted to do something with plenty of action, but at the same time she wanted to study and go to university. And thus she combined her wishes and started going to university at first. Afterwards, sometime in her twenties, she started to work for the CIA. She wasn’t treated with very much respect there at first, being a woman working there and all. But she didn’t let that disrespect get her down. In fact, on the outside, she stayed professional, but on the inside she took mental notes on who treated her badly and who didn’t. It soon enough became evident that Laswell knew what she was doing, even if her master’s degree should have been proof enough that there was some intelligence in that noggin of hers. However, soon enough she was transferred. In fact, she was transferred many times before she became a station chief, but it only showed just how competent she was in her field. Laswell has since saved thousands of lives and is proud of it. To her, such a thing is her calling and she wants to continue doing so for as long as she can, all the dangers be damned.

Laswell adores her wife. In fact, “Laswell” isn’t her original last name, she took that of her wife. At first they played with the idea of combining their names, but Laswell wanted fairly little to do with her parents at that point. Plus she wanted to show her father that she never “found the right guy”. So her being named Laswell is purely out of spite. While she may not be at home all the time, or very often, for that matter, she makes sure to bring her wife a gift every time she comes home. It can be something small, such as a souvenir she found while she was abroad, or it could be something along the lines of a golden ring that unfolds into an astronomical sphere. She needs to pamper her wife like that and make sure she knows Laswell loves her to the moon and back. Money isn’t an issue for her, she gets paid very well. Even if the biggest reward for her doing what she does is seeing her wife smile. Every time she sees her give her a big smile she’s reminded of why she does what she does, and that’s the most wonderful thing for her. Even so, not many people know about Laswell’s wife, only a select few do. It’s a safety measure since she knows people will target her. Although she’s a diplomatic kind of person, if anyone ever were to hurt her wife, then that person can be certain they’ll never walk freely among the sunlight again.

#cod #valeria garza #farah karim #kate laswell #if it was up to me I'd make Valeria and Laswell lesbians. and so I did because this is my blog #and because I wanna kiss them and cook them a nice and healthy meal that reminds them of me! I can't cook to save my life but I'll learn ho #Farah is into Alex so she isn't a lesbian in my book!#“a gay person's straight ship is the most powerful thing in the universe”#you can't tell me Alex wouldn't treat Farah right though! she deserves a guy like him who's hopelessly in love with her #sometimes I think about a poly relationship with the two of them because I love both of these characters dearly #just think about it: being hugged by two strong people at once! what's not to love about this concept?#cooking them a meal and receiving a kiss from the both of them oh god please someone wife me up already #Alex would get all three of you something cute and matching! like plushies!#he'd get a nice dog plushie. Farah gets a cat plushie. you get a plushie of an animal that reminds you of him that's still cute!#like a small bunny or a small birdie!#and just so you know both of them are good at hugging! they're both really strong and good at making you feel protected!#man I love Farah and Alex! they're such good characters! Alex was the first character I truly liked when watching MW1 #I was so sad to see he wasn't in mw2 but!!! he's in MW3!!! My boy is back in business!#can I also just mention that you can play as Farah in MW3? isn't that also just so cool? again I squealed!#I squealed every time at the cafe I stayed at when I saw you could play as one of the girls! good thinking activision!

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faroreskiss · 10 months

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Make Me a Pie

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Welp, there it is.

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

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

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

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

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

“He is at the training grounds, sir!”

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

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

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

“Like what you see, Colonel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey Link?”

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

“...Can we have ice cream too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh he absolutely remembered that conversation too.

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

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

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

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

"Then may I be your baker tonight?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This kitten... missed you so much"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just relax, and leave this to me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want to taste it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, is that so..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'll take that as a yes then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Link… Link…”

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

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

“Oh, kitten... oh..."

"I...you've..."

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

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

You were dripping his cum all over the sheets.

Oh well.

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

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