#zel writes

[grayson-baller]

Wrecks You In The Worst Way -- Adam Page --

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author note: this is a repost due to the issues with disappearing in the tags

warnings: smut--18+, fingering, oral sex, dirty talking, dom/sub dynamics, female orgasm, multiple orgasms

word count: 1336

pairing: fem!reader & adam page

summary: smut drabble

tags: @shelickedthebeater

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masterlist: ++

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“Open your legs, sugar.” Adam’s low voice rasped, hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck. Skin you were sure was bruised and marked up with the amount of bites he had peppered across your skin, soothing the sting away with soft kisses. Shivers ran down your spine as your body felt ignited under his hot gaze, warm eyes not leaving you. You whimpered, no choice but to okay his orders. Your legs fell open for him, breath hitched. You already ached between your thighs, desire pooling for him.

All you wanted was him inside of you, soothing away the bite of arousal that he had caused. He had riled you up, teasing and toying with you until you were laying here, hot and wanting him. Desperate for him to sink inside of you, claiming you and reminding you of how good you felt around him.

“Good girl,” he praised, rewarding you by running a rough hand up your bare leg, fingers cupping your inner thigh. “Keep those pretty legs spread wide for me.” He instructed, giving your thigh a rough squeeze.

Shit. You swore the air was being sucked out of the room. It was hard to breath, to think past the way his words you—how good his touch felt against your flushed skin. You felt hot as his intense eyes met yours, the warm and inviting eyes you loved darkened with his lust. His desire. Adam was always handsome, someone you noticed from across the room the night you met. When he was like this? The man was downright sinister. A lethal combination of his sweet side that met a more dominating side.

Your hips involuntarily rocked upwards, searching for any friction that would ease the intense ache you were feeling.

“Uh-oh,” Adam scolded, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip with his teeth. You hissed at the sensation, moan falling from your lips. “None of that, baby.” He used the hand that was on your thigh to press you back down into the mattress. “You wait patiently like a good girl and I promise it will be worth it.” He nipped at your bottom lip once again, soothing the pain away with a soft kiss. “You hear me, sugar?”

“I hear you.”

“Atta girl.” He praised, as you whimpered under his words. A rush of heat licked at you. His words were just as teasing as his touches. You tried to will yourself to wait patiently, just as he instructed. Patience wasn’t your strong suit though. You had earned a few punishments from Adam before because you couldn’t wait. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sugar.” He whispered, sitting back to look at you. His blond curls hung down, damp from the shower he had taken previously. “So wet and needy for me, aren’t you?” He cooed, hand running from thigh to thigh, ignoring the place where you wanted his touch the most. “Are you all achy for me? Do you need me to fill you up?”

“Yes.” You whispered, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets. There was no shame in admitting the truth. He gave you another rewarding grip of your thigh, this time letting his fingers fall closer to your center. It still wasn’t close enough. You whimpered, closing your eyes. It was almost maddening how close he was, without it being enough.

You knew him though. Adam would make you wait until he was satisfied with how patient you were being. Bastard.

He grinned at you, loving the sight of you at his mercy. “So, ask me for it.” He instructed, nothing in his tone indicating that this was a request. “Make sure you say please.” Would you survive this? Survive Adam? The way he taunted and teased you, bringing you both heaven and hell. Pain. Pleasure. Everything in between.

No man had ever spoken to you like this before. You had been dominated a time or two in the past, but nothing like Adam. Nobody compared, and you were sure that nobody ever would. He was made for you, just like you were made for him. Perfectly molded, meant to be.

“Please, Adam.” Your breathy tone rasped out, followed by a mewl. He hummed at that, the sound low and rumbly. He bent down, sucking your nipple between his lips. Your eyes shot open as you gasped, hips wiggling slightly despite his instruction to stay still. When it felt that good, it was damn near impossible not to move.

“Please what, baby?” He teased, mouth switching to the other nipple as his tongue swirled around the pointed peak. “How can I give you something if I don’t know what you want?”

 “You do know.”

He chuckled, raising his head up away from your breasts despite your moans of protest. “You’re right, sugar. I know.” He dipped his hand between your legs, dangerously close to your pussy. He was right there—you could almost feel his touch. “I know that your pretty pussy is wet, aching, and feeling unfilled. I know that pretty clit of your must be throbbing, begging to be tasted and touched. I know, baby. I know.”

“Yes,” you hissed, once again unable to stop the rocking of your hips. Luckily for you, he didn’t say anything. You wanted all of that, and if it didn’t happen soon, you might burst. “Fucking hell… Yes. All of that.”

“So, ask me.”

“Adam—"

“Babe,” he started, voice low and demanding. He bent back down, nipping on your nipple, earning a squeak from you. “Be a good girl and ask me for what you want. It’s the only way you are getting any relief tonight. Otherwise, I’ll tie you to this bed and edge you until you are a desperate, teary mess. Until you are begging me for an orgasm—and you won’t get one.” Stern eyes locked on you for a moment as you gulped at his words.

You were already desperate for him. The last thing you wanted was to be denied all night long. Adam was king of edging you as punishment, something you didn’t want to relive tonight. “Fuck me, Adam. Please. Please. Touch me. Taste me. Whatever. Please just make me come.”

He groaned at your words, his grin back on his face. “Good girl,” he praised, your body igniting at his praise. He spread your lips, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Isn’t it better when you listen to me, baby? I want to give you anything you want, especially when you ask so prettily for it.”

He trailed kisses down your body, moving in between your spread legs. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue gently licking your clit. You moaned, heels of your feet digging down into the mattress. Your hands found his hair, grabbing a handful as he lapped at you.

You knew you were probably pulling too hard, but each tug seemed to egg him on. He devoured you, tongue swirling around your clit over and over again. It took minutes for your stomach to tighten, your release right on the horizon.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Adam praised, before giving your clit another lick. “Come for me. Remind me how beautiful my girl is when I make her come.” You moaned, feet pressing into the mattress even more as you came with a loud cry, pulling on his hair even more.

He didn’t stop. Stars pricked at your vision, sensations overwhelming as he continued to lick at you, drawing you closer to another release. It was too much—too fast. “Adam…” you whimpered, trying to pull your hips back away from him.

“None of that, sugar.” He used a large hand to hold you still, trapping your hips under his mouth. “I want you to come again for me.”

“I can’t.”

Adam chuckled against you, the vibrations pushing you closer to your second release. “You can, sugar.” He spoke, inserting two fingers inside of you, curling them.

“Adam—”

“You can, and you fucking will.”

#aew imagine #aew smut #adam page smut #adam page imagine #hangman page imagine #hangman page smut #zel writes

[zelzenik]

a century to fall in love

hi :) it's been a minute since i've posted, but i'm here with a fic for @zelinkcommunity's loftwing letters event for @linktotheheart. it also was written for @zelinktines24's prompt: reunion

The 119 etched onto the skin of her wrist simply didn't make sense. Had the Goddesses made a mistake? Would her soulmate truly be one hundred and nineteen years old by the time she fell in love with him?

click here to read on ao3 <3

#zel writes #zelink #botw zelink #soulmate au #loftwing letters #zelinktines24

[zelmyna-dragonheart]

Our Interlude has arrived for Freakshow!

Meet your new POV. Follow our new players and get pumped. It's gonna be wild! We have a ways to go but We have reached the good stuff. ^_^

Also IRL update: I'm back! I'm still in recovery from my accident but things are looking up. I can write again!

#rottmnt freakshow #freakshow #circus #rise leo #rise mikey #rise oc villain #rise of the teenage mutant turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #tmnt #Ao3 #Read on Ao3 #Archive of Our Own #Zel Writes #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction

[ezlo-x]

botw zelda endured so much since childhood and sealed herself with The Calamity for 100 years. In totk, Zelda endured seeing and being part of the imprisoning war and transformed herself into a dragon in the end taking her thousands of years to take her back to the present.

like she missed out on so much, she would not look at Link and say, "Link, it's time to have five children at the ripe age of 22". She will sit Link down on a campsite, pull out her samples in a neat row, and look at Link dead in the eye saying, "Ok Link, I got ten new species in these little containers in that cave that we just explored and I would like for you to do a taste test for me to see how the human body reacts whether they are poisonous or not. Or have some other effect on your body, I'll probably ask Sidon, Yunobo, and maybe Tulin the same just to see how they react-- What? ... You don't want to do this? ... I see how it is- no cuz, I've seen you eat insects raw, eat rock roast- no no hear me out- I've seen you eat spoiled food but this is too far? ... What would Daruk think you?- YES IM BRINGING HIM UP DO YOU WANT TO DISAPPOINT HIM? NO? EAT UP BOY"

#i should write zel/ink fics...im that epic #txt

[overgrownthrone]

tracing over the scars that time wore into us

making sure you’re really here

#finally some cathartic zelink with my dragon zel #sometimes i need to write some sap for the caption for my own soul #loz #totk #totk spoilers #zelink #zelda totk #zelda #link #link totk #dragon zelda #light dragon

[make-like-a-tree-and-leaf]

Head-canon: Shadowheart is a coffee snob. Wakes up early for prayer and meticulously brews coffee, Lae'zel scoffs that the weak half-elf requires stimulants to function normally in the morning until Shadowheart makes her try the most bitter black coffee (she ends up liking it). She then "begrudgingly" joins Shadowheart in the mornings for coffee since she's up early training anyway. Eventually the whole gang joins in and Lae'zel is both impressed and annoyed that Shadowheart can brew everyone's coffee to exactly how they like it lol

Ooooh!!!!!

Time to go research coffee I guess hahaha.

Of course Lae’zel drinks it black

I smell a one shot.

#ideasssssss!!!! #I still can’t believe people are interacting with me because of things that I wrote #asks #leaf writes stuff #laugh a little #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae'zel #shadowzel #sha/zel #fandom #video games #on occasion I Do Things #shartzel

[thelionheartedo3]

Zelda had always been glued to her mother's hip in her childhood. Work and duties usually kept her father out of the house most of the day.

No matter what transpired, though, once a week, her mother bundled up a basket full of treats and whatever small project she was working on. Zelda remembers being practically herded with her father out to the hills as the sun set over the village.

It was there, on those sleepy, peaceful evenings where her father, usually not one to play, would scoop her up by the hands and spin her 'round and 'round til she ached from laughing, too dizzy to do much but collapse next to her mother on the threadbare blanket their little picnic was on.

She had never thought she'd feel as safe and loved as she had on those afternoons again.

Not 'til Haven, at least.

#shepherds of haven #shoh #zelda voice: 'yes I almost die like a LOT at my job but I feel very safe there' #'no I don't know what therapy is' #char: zel #this is what I did sitting outside work for 2 of the THREE AND A HALF HOURS we were out there yesterday #I don't have an art tag cause I don't paint often so uh it's getting the fic tag #take it as u will #rinn writes shepherds fic #ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Breath of the Sky Ch 12 (Skyward Sword meets BotW)

Summary: When Princess Zelda goes to the Spring of Courage to pray, accompanied by her appointed knight, a giant magical cog spitting out a goddess is the last thing she expects, but it is what she gets. Meanwhile, the Spirit Maiden Zelda is trying to figure out what the heck is happening and where her missing chosen hero is.

(AO3 link)

Chapter 11: A Goddess' Promise

The crisp breeze and bright sunlight cut through the air in the outdoor corridor of one of the courtyards as a royal guard passed through it. He was doing his usual morning rounds, patrolling from station to station, checking in on the others and ensuring the safety of the castle. With the ever-growing ominous shadow of the oncoming Calamity, security had steadily grown tighter, but now that such esteemed guests were housed here, it was all the more paramount.

A familiar whirring noise emitted from the courtyard, and the guard glanced outside, squinting against the sunlight. Guardians were twittering, their blue eyes swirling like a whirlpool as they skittered to and fro, testing their legs. Their claws, sharp and heavy, dug into the earth, much to the local gardener’s dismay, who gestured his displeasure towards the Sheikah technicians. The guardian flopped unceremoniously on its large base, legs sprawling out lazily at the Sheikah’s command so it would cause less damage.

Abel marveled at it. Such technology was astounding. To think the Sheikah had made this mechanical creature ten thousand years ago, and they could still revive it. Knowing they would have a veritable army of mobile cannons brought him some peace; he and his men were more than willing to fight the Calamity, but it was foolhardy to not utilize all available resources.

Such as their guests.

Then again, the captain of the royal guard supposed, perhaps Hylia and her Legendary Hero were here for other reasons. Though they did petition for their help. Though…

Honestly, he couldn’t help but wonder. With the way the two had behaved in Castle Town that night… with the questions they had asked… with the way Hylia bounced around the castle hallways with Link in tow…

Abel looked away from the guardians, doubt filling his heart, and he felt unsure over it all. The goddess had always protected and watched over Hyrule, and he knew she had heard his prayers time and again. The fact that his wife hadn’t died all those years ago from that terrible illness had been a testament to Hylia’s grace and love. But the girl whose smile shone like the sun was not quite the picture he’d been painting in his mind, and certainly not the one carved in stones across the country.

He had honestly been tempted to pray about it, but it seemed too strange now. Would the girl hear him? Perhaps he should test the theory.

Of all the prayers he could come up with, though, the only one that truly sank in his mind heavily was for Link’s protection. The image of Hylia dragging him around by the hand was both reassuring and… disconcerting.

After all, she had already claimed a Hero in every way possible. She had created a Hero. Had… what did she want with Link? Yes, he was chosen by her, but…

Abel bit his lip, resuming his walk, nervous energy driving his feet and body to move.

The stories told that Hylia had created a Hero and taken a mortal form, creating the royal bloodline. Perhaps… perhaps this was Hylia from the past, then, rather than the goddess in the current time, and therefore she didn’t know about Hyrule or its sufferings.

Would that mean there were two Hylias right now? One in mortal form and the one Abel had been praying to?

The whole affair was otherworldly and bizarre, and that was far out of the captain’s comfort zone and understanding. He was a simple man, admittedly – he understood his duty, the need to protect Hyrule and its people, the importance and honor of such a task. He’d instilled that into his son as well. Anything beyond that… the matter of the divine, of magic and technological wonders from an ancient past… well, frankly, it consisted of matters that he had little knowledge of. Hylia had heard his prayers in the past, so why could she not hear the princess? Was Her Highness doing something wrong, or did Hylia wish for another path to be taken instead? What of Link and his destiny? Everything had been going according to plan for his son, honestly.

Until all of this had happened, at least.

But perhaps Hylia and her hero’s appearance were a blessing. He was sure they had to be – what else would they indicate?

But the way they behaved… they acted like carefree children running through Hateno while avoiding farming chores.

Was it sacrilegious to think such a thing? He wasn’t being struck down, so he had to assume it wasn’t that bad. Abel found himself wishing he had a better frame of reference to work with, but there was no frame of reference for the divine. He was no sage, no royal advisor, no Sheikah. He was simply a knight who was trying to fulfill his duty.

Logic demanded answers, but duty demanded other obligations. Worry demanded assurances, but rules demanded silence. He could keep an eye on his son and ascertain what he could from a distance, he supposed. His duty did involve protecting the royal family – the king had ordered that obviously it extend to the goddess as well.

Abel did wonder what kind of protection a goddess could possibly need, though. She looked young, but even so, she didn’t look frail. Rumor had it she even drew a sword upon her arrival. And today she wore armor.

He turned the corner and froze.

The courtyard was encased by four outdoor corridors, windowless openings to the outdoors allowing the scent of morning dew to waft into the stony area and hover in the arched ceilings. Ivy grew along the sides sometimes, curling around the framework of the architecture and providing the occasional shade from the morning light.

Apparently, it could also hide a legendary hero fairly well.

While Hylia had been running around with a skip to her step with Link at her side, the Hero of Myth and Legend was seemingly brooding in the shadows. The young man—boy, really, but Abel wasn’t sure if that mattered—watched the guardians tiredly, shifting in a similar fashion to the mechanical beasts as if he were too restless to stand still.

This was not the goddess. Abel didn’t have to kneel before him. But he was a mythical figure nonetheless, was he not? The king’s advisors did not give any information on protocol for this matter. Then again, he had spoken with both of them the night they had run amok in the city.

Yet another example of how nothing quite seemed to fit in place.

Perhaps their godly ways were just beyond his comprehension, but… they just seemed like kids to him. No different than how Link had been before the impending Calamity had molded him into the silent, stoic young man that he was now.

Abel wondered how this Hero could be so different. After all, he was created by Hylia for the sole purpose of eliminating the Calamity, was he not? If Abel recalled the mythology correctly, he had originally defeated it, even before the Ancient Hero of ten thousand years ago. He was the Spirit of the Hero, the legendary figure that imbued the current Hero with his strength and wisdom. Some said that the Spirit would possess the new Hero when the time came for battle. Others said he reincarnated and lived the Hero’s entire life. Abel’s wife had fretted over the matter when the boy had first drawn the sword.

It’s not a possession, Abel had assured her. He is simply guided by the goddess and protected by the Hero of Myth.

Not that he actually knew that for certain, but it made more sense than a possession. Perhaps it was reincarnation, but that thought—the idea of raising a legendary hero who had been created by Hylia—had frankly been too terrifying to contemplate, and so he pushed it aside. Abel said his prayers and honored the goddess, but unless he had some kind of actual proof on the matter, he wasn’t going to accept most of the far-fetched beliefs people spread on the matter. He had tried to look up as much as possible on the Hero once his son had come into his sight wielding a sword from legend, but there unfortunately wasn’t much to research beyond hearsay.

That aside, though, the character of this Hero was a mystery to him. He didn’t particularly care for pondering how everyone’s minds worked, or their hearts on matters – that was his wife’s preference. But he did want to know more about this Hero, this Link, the original Link.

More to the point, he wanted to know why he was here. He wanted to know what his plans were with his son.

The real matter, he supposed, was how he went about figuring that out. Although this person was not the goddess Hylia, he was her creation, an immortal being forged from Light and Sky, born of the clouds and imbued with an unbreakable power to fight an unbeatable foe. Ancient and immovable, such a being should—

Abel bit the inside of his cheek, brow furrowing. Such a being shouldn’t be playing with puppies while sending the entire castle into a frenzy because he busted out of a room through the window. Such a being shouldn’t be bedridden and writhing in pain and delirious with fever, clinging to Abel’s arm for comfort because he didn’t even know what was going on as the healers attended to him.

Honestly… it was… he didn’t know. He should keep his head down and not ask questions.

Let’s see how much I can push my luck.

He really shouldn’t. That wasn’t his duty.

But Link is.

Link was fully grown, though young. He could take care of himself.

He’s still my boy, though.

Abel sighed. Then he walked forward. “Can I assist you with something, Hero?”

The ancient one jumped, startled, and looked at him with wide eyes. Abel tried to ignore the fact that he looked so incredibly young.

He looks like he’s Link’s age.

Were all heroes this young when destiny called them? Abel knew the goddesses would protect them, of course, but… why? Muscle and bone were young and supple and strong, but the mind… Abel recalled his first battle against beasts when he was barely sixteen, and he recalled the absolute terror of it. Perhaps… he supposed it was a frightful affair no matter the age, though by this point he was far more accustomed to it. Bokoblins were hardly a threat to him – about the only beast that made him nervous was a hinox or a lynel.

And those blasted taluses. He’d yet to best one of them, though he’d heard that Link had managed to do so. It made him swell with pride at the thought of it. But that wasn’t being addressed at the moment.

Hylia’s Immortal One watched him a moment longer, seeming to get his bearings, and he looked back outside, shaking his head.

The pair stood in silence for a while, and Abel was painfully reminded of his own son. An unsettling feeling pulled at him, whispering maybe your boy is actually the same as this one, and he shoved it down so hard he felt his body grow cold.

Well, if there was something to be taken from this, it was that he was certainly accustomed to silence. He took another step forward.

“Is something wrong, Hero?”

The ancient one’s eyes looked at him, seeming haunted and exhausted. Abel swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. Perhaps he had grown too bold. His anxiety only increased when the Hero faced him fully and didn’t say a word, eyes piercing into his own.

Abel took a less assertive posture, stepping back a hair and clasping his hands behind his back.

The Hero sighed, eyes tracing to the floor. “I didn’t want this.”

Abel blinked. He… what?

“I’m sorry,” the Hero mumbled. “I’m wasting your time.”

With that, he sighed again and turned back towards the window, hands settling on its rim as he watched the guardians once more. Abel looked between him and the machines uncertainly. Should he pursue the matter, or was this a dismissal? This felt very much like a dismissal. He’d dealt with diplomatic situations enough to know.

Abel opened his mouth to speak and found himself losing his nerve. This went against everything in him, pushing beyond necessary, questioning a superior, conversing with someone so entirely out of his station. He bit his lip and turned to walk away, gaze lingering on the seemingly forlorn legend.

Well, this left him even more bewildered and concerned. Great.

As he reentered the castle proper, he nearly ran into someone else, though he could hardly blame himself for it – Princess Mipha’s small steps were so quiet they were practically silent.

“Your Highness,” he acknowledged with a bow.

“Oh! Sir Abel!” Princess Mipha gasped and then smiled. “How are you? I didn’t get to see you at the festival, but I imagine you must have been busy.”

“Quite busy, Princess,” Abel replied with a small smile in return. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people gathered in one place.”

“I’m glad it all went smoothly,” the Zora girl said genuinely. Abel relaxed under the kind princess’ gaze – he’d known her since she was a child, and she had one of the kindest hearts he’d ever seen. He almost felt like he could act somewhat naturally around her, but he still recognized he was just a simple knight and she was royalty. For her part, Mipha was used to leading conversations in general, and so she continued, “Have you… have you seen Link? We were sparring and things… well…”

Abel’s smile vanished in an instant, and the princess hastily threw her hands up to deter his worries. “Oh! Oh, no I—nothing went terribly wrong, I assure you, but—well, we ran into the Hero of Myth, and it was quite the ordeal.”

Oh?

Abel waited patiently to see if the princess would privy him to what she meant, and she obliged, explaining, “Well, you see, when we saw him, we of course went over to him, but he suddenly got quite ill. I went to fetch some water for him, but by the time I was back they were both gone. I’ve been looking all over, I wanted to make sure they were alright. Have you seen either of them?”

What a strange morning this was turning out to be.

“Link is with Her Grace,” Abel answered. “The Hero of Legend is outside in an adjacent corridor.”

“They—Link’s with the goddess Hylia?” Princess Mipha gasped. “Oh, my. That’s… that’s quite an honor!”

“Yes,” Abel answered neutrally, his eyes scanning the cavernous hallway.

“Sir Abel…”

The hesitancy in the princess’ voice made him look back at her. She wrung her hands nervously, as she often was wont to do when with people she trusted. It was a testament to their own relationship that she acted this way in front of him – she was the picture-perfect princess in public, usually. Abel felt his heart warm a little, as well as feeling strangely privileged and a little unsettled. The Zora certainly were more casual than Hylian royalty, he supposed. King Rhoam would never act this way around him, despite having known him for years.

Then again, Link and the Zora princess were friends.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” he prompted, his tone softening.

“Do…” Mipha spoke hesitantly, quietly, as if discussing a secret. “Do you really think they’re here to help us? I… I do believe it. But Link… he… he seems so uneasy about it. I don’t understand what’s wrong, but something most certainly is.”

It was honestly hard to tell if anything bothered Link anymore. Abel certainly wasn’t good at reading him these days. The boy used to be very open, but maturity had tempered that. Abel was a little glad for it, honestly, as it would assist him in handling the matters he was thrown into, but…

Well. He supposed it was expected that a parent would be sad to see their child grow up. He just hadn’t expected to feel so utterly useless to the boy once he did.

“What makes you say that?” Abel asked, crossing his arms unknowingly.

“He was so distracted at sparring this morning,” Princess Mipha said. “And at the party… well, he seemed a little happy, but he mostly just seemed overwhelmed. I suppose that’s reasonable; as you said, there were many people there. He was probably as on edge as you were, Sir Abel.”

On edge was one thing. Losing focus in a fight was another matter. Abel would have to find Link, but… that meant he would have to find the goddess as well. And he had a castle to protect.

At least one thing was for certain – if the Hero of Myth and Legend had gotten ill earlier in the day, that meant protecting him was higher on Abel’s priority list. Which meant that keeping an eye on him was on his priority list. And perhaps figuring out what was going on.

“If I see him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him, Princess,” Abel finally replied with a bow.

XXX

Zelda had to admit, she hadn’t felt this anxious and jittery in a long time.

Sure, her journey in reviving her memories of the past had been a lot, but it had been beautiful and fun as well as overwhelming. The farther along she’d gone, the harder it had gotten, but it had never felt so… out of control? After all, the more memories she got, the more things fit into place rather than made less sense, even if it was…

Well. It had been out of control, in a sense. She’d set all of it up, but had forgotten it, and suddenly she was losing herself to… herself.

It still didn’t make sense. It was still uncomfortable and confusing. But at least it had been planned.

As she wandered the halls with the knight from the future, she found herself getting gnawed away by worries over how to handle this situation. But she also was jittery with excitement, rather like she had been on her journey. New places to explore, new people to meet, a chance to help this Link and the princess, a chance to kick Demise’s ass once and for all… but with absolutely no plan in place.

Well. At least not one she’d made. The king seemed to have a plan.

All Zelda knew of that plan was that the princess was supposed to seal away Demise as she had. Not kill him. Seal him. Was this why he kept coming back? Had no one else tried to kill him? What about the Triforce? Where was it?

She shook her head. Maybe she could just help the princess with sealing Demise away and they could figure out the rest after. The reassurance from the knight beside her earlier had been helpful, had calmed her nerves, had reminded her that despite the difference circumstances, she wasn’t alone.

And it wasn’t like she hadn’t done this before.

So instead, she took a deep, calming breath, and tried to focus on the people around her. She wanted to get to know them, this new hero, her family. Why had Fi chosen another Hero, anyway? Zelda only remembered… choosing Link.

This one was named Link too. That still bothered her; it was like the goddesses were trying Zel—Hylia’s plan, over and over until it could actually work.

She was changing that. These two new people weren’t just—just replacements.

“I guess we’re going to have to make up nicknames since we all have the same names,” Zelda surmised aloud as she and the knight walked. “It’s only fair that we all do it. Not sure what to call myself, though. What about you and my Link?”

The knight shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh come on now,” Zelda prompted with a smile. “You’re not going to upset me.”

“Maybe… Cloud? For your Hero?” he offered quietly.

Zelda felt absolute delight radiate through her. “That’s perfect! He adores the skies, and he’s the reason the cloud barrier’s gone.”

Not to mention he was an airhead, so it worked twofold. Zelda laughed out loud.

“So how about you?” she continued.

“Whatever suits Your Grace,” the knight answered, looking towards his feet as he walked.

Zelda pondered it for a second. If her Link was of the sky and the clouds, then this one was of the soil and the earth. What nickname would work? The idea of Kikwis popped in her head briefly, but she had to stop herself from laughing – this poor boy was insecure enough, she doubted naming him after soft, cute, little creatures would be appropriate.

As she debated the matter further, though, something suddenly snapped in her mind, a cold, shuddering, sinking feeling, like an ice dagger that stabbed into her heart and bled into her stomach, spreading frigid poison throughout. She stopped dead in her tracks, surroundings forgotten, breath stolen away, eyes wide, lost in the pain and panic of the sensation.

The temple was in ruins, the land scorched. She walked over the dead, blood dripping down her arm and off her sword.

He laughed. Cruel, heartless, gleeful. He wasn’t just causing all this destruction; he was enjoying it.

She—he—

It was cold wherever this was. Her body ached, landing barely cushioned by the flora, by her desperate attempts to make a sailcloth out of her now torn dress.

She hadn’t expected the cold. She hadn’t expected any of it. But her bones froze, her heart fluttering with terror, something so innately wrong permeating the air.

She heard footsteps stop beside her, and the quiet knight gently prompted, “Your Grace?”

The knight. Link. Zelda gasped, breathless, and turned to him with a startled twitch in her step. If he had spoken up to get her attention, she must have been zoned out for a while.

But what had—what was—

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I… we were looking for the princess, right?”

Zelda walked ahead without waiting for acknowledgement, without even really knowing where she was going. That feeling – she hadn’t—she hadn’t felt that since—since the Sealed Grounds.

Surely—Golden Three—

The king had already confirmed it. She’d known it. She’d known.

It didn’t make the sensation any better, it didn’t eliminate the fear, the sheer horror. That monster was not only still alive, but he was breaking the seal. It had to be close if she could sense it – but where? They weren’t at the Sealed Grounds anymore, right? The Gate of Time had led to a place that looked eerily like one of the springs she’d visited.

But the Gate had never been at the springs. So what…? Was the castle built over the Sealed Grounds??

No. No, no, no. They wouldn’t. That seemed… too strange, too wrong. They would make a fortress around the seal, not a city full of innocent people. Zelda blinked the images of bodies away, of fallen men, women, and children, of those slaughtered by Demise’s demons during the war that had nearly destroyed the world.

A sense of urgency filled her, but she didn’t even know where to place it. A plan, a plan, they needed a plan.

“My daughter is destined to seal away the Calamity as you once did.”

What part had gone wrong?! How was he still alive when the Triforce had killed him in the present and Link had done so in the past?! Link had killed him – Zelda’s soul had been freed, which meant that there was no way he was still alive. She hardly remembered the possession, the awful sensation, but…

She’d have to talk to Link to figure out what had truly happened. He’d never spoken of it.

Either way, if the princess was supposed to seal Demise away as Zelda had when she was Hylia…

But she’d… she’d died doing that. She’d been mortally wounded, so she guessed maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, but…

Zelda turned corridor after corridor in a mild frenzy, not looking where she was going, until she nearly ran face first into a colorful chest plate.

Gasping, she stumbled back a little, just as she got a full view of the person. It was that woman from the festival – one of the champions. The woman bowed before her. “Your Grace.”

“H-hi,” Zelda stuttered, regaining her footing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—do you—do you know where the princess is?”

“I believe she’s in her quarters,” the champion replied. “I trust Link can show you the way.”

Right. She’d been ignoring the poor knight. She looked at him now, waiting for him to lead. He seemed to take the hint, though his neutral façade was half crumbled as his eyes watched her with worry. She brushed by the champion as the pair moved on.

Champion. Champion.

That Urbosa woman was a champion of her people. The others had been introduced as champions as well, including this Link. They were champions, chosen or proving themselves to be worthy to fight against Demise.

They were preparing for a war. A war Zelda had seen as Hylia, a war she and Link had helped prevent to save Skyloft and everyone on the Surface.

A war repeated over and over.

The poisonous ice that had frozen her before was long gone, but she wished nothing more than to latch on to it and use it as a rope to trace back to its source. She wished nothing more than to walk into that abyss alongside Link and stab Demise in the throat.

“Champion,” she said softly.

The knight paused, glancing at her.

She looked at him, eyes filled with fire. “That’s your nickname. Because that’s what you are. A Champion for Hyrule. We all will be. I promise you that.”

The fire slid out of her easily, though, remorse and fear intermingling in the void created from its loss. She hugged herself. “Come on. Let’s keep going.”

It didn’t take long for them to get to the princess’ quarters again. The cheer and mischief from earlier long forgotten, the room feeling empty and uninviting. The princess was in a pretty blue dress, far less disheveled than before.

“Your Grace,” the princess acknowledged, though there was a touch of a blush to her cheeks as she and the knight—Champion—pointedly ignored each other.

“Where’s Link?” she asked, eyes searching the room. She’d figured the pair would have still been together, and she wanted to talk to him about what she’d sensed.

“He… he left a little bit ago. I thought maybe he was looking for you. He didn’t say where he was going.”

Great. She’d lost him again in this enormous place. Was this how he’d felt when he’d been following her? It was beginning to grow frustrating.

Impa’s voice came to mind, reminding her to focus on her mission and not her heart. She could talk to Link later.

“Y-Your Grace, about earlier,” the princess said awkwardly. “I—the Hero—”

“Don’t worry about it; Link falls asleep everywhere,” Zelda interrupted dismissively. “That wasn’t why I was here anyway.”

She really hadn’t wanted to cut right to the chase. How had Impa introduced herself to her? She’d assured her she was safe first. But safety wasn’t an issue here. The circumstances were so different. This wasn’t Zelda falling into a foreign world, scared and wounded and overwhelmed and hunted. This was a princess in her kingdom, in her seat of power, surrounded by protection and loved ones and subjects. Zelda was still the foreigner in this scenario.

She didn’t even know how to approach this.

“Your father… he talked to me about the Calamity,” she tried to start.

“From long ago?” the princess added on. “I… I do have questions about your fight, about the past, about all of it.”

“I do too,” Zelda muttered. “Listen, I—I…”

Great heavens, she did not want to talk about this right now. She didn’t even know how to start talking about this. She wished so desperately that Impa was here. She would know what to do.

It seemed she didn’t have to say anything at all, though. Some kind of realization seemed to hit the princess, whose hesitant curiosity fell into a crestfallen despair.

“My father,” she said softly. “He talked to you, you said?”

Zelda nodded.

The princess bit her lip, looking at the floor. “I… I understand.”

She did…? “So… about the Calamity, then… what’s the plan?”

“P-plan?” The princess repeated, looking up at her with surprised eyes.

“Yeah… you said you understood?”

“Did my father not talk to you about… about me?”

“He did,” Zelda answered. “He said you needed help sealing the Calamity away.”

The princess swallowed, hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked… well, for lack of a better word, ashamed.

Why would she look upset like that? Sure, Zelda hadn’t been happy at the realization of her destiny, but… wait, did the princess have to seal herself away alongside Demise? But that would mean she was scared, not embarrassed, right?

Wait. What exactly was entailed with this, anyway?

“What does he mean?” Zelda asked slowly. “Back… where I’m from, I… I sealed him away, and Link helped maintain the seal, but… but the end goal was to kill him, not just keep him imprisoned.”

“K-killed?” the princess repeated. “O-oh. Your Grace, I… I don’t… none of us even considered that a possibility. Calamity Ganon was defeated time and again, but… never killed. It’s… not something mortals can do.”

Link would beg to differ, Zelda huffed internally.

“Okay…” she acknowledged uncertainly. “So the plan isn’t to kill him, then… what’s the plan?”

The princess sighed heavily, hugging herself and looking out the window. She was silent for a long time, so long Zelda almost asked again, but she finally explained, “The guardians will help hold the Calamity at bay from the innocents. The Champions will support Link and I… each with their own divine beast. Link with the Master Sword will fight the Calamity, and I…”

“You…” Zelda continued when the princess grew mute. “…Seal it away?”

The princess bit her lip, closing her eyes. She looked on the verge of tears. Zelda felt like she did and didn’t know where this was coming from, but she was going to get to the bottom of it. She looked to her right to see the knight watching the princess with worried eyes. When he noticed Zelda’s scrutiny, he looked at her abruptly, startled.

“Please leave,” she requested. When she’d had to face this herself, Link had been left in the dark until all the pieces had been in place. She wasn’t sure if the situation was the same here, but she didn’t want to make the princess any more uncomfortable than she already seemed.

The champion nodded, bowing, and departed.

Zelda took a fortifying breath, walking towards the princess. “Hey… it’s… please tell me what’s wrong.”

The princess turned away from her, her body rigid. “I-it’s… I… just… I just wanted to learn. I’m… I’m so sorry, Your Grace, I’m so sorry.”

This was getting even more confusing. “Sorry?”

“I tried,” the princess continued shakily, though the more she spoke, the harsher her voice became. “I tried, I prayed, I begged. I—I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong, I—and you’re here, unaware, from the distant past, and I—I thought maybe—I’m such an idiot.”

Zelda’s brow furrowed as she felt her own frustration pulling at her. She took two swift steps to the princess, grabbing her firmly but carefully by the shoulder to make her face her. “Princess, I have no idea what you’re talking about. All your dad said to me was that you were having trouble with your powers and he wanted me to help you. I don’t get where all this is coming from, but I… when I had to do what I did to maintain the seal… look, I get it. It’s… it’s terrifying. I…”

I didn’t want to do it. But I deserved it. And I had to do it.

She… she couldn’t ask that of anyone else. She couldn’t ask this poor girl to clean up her mess.

The princess’ eyes filled with tears, but her face was flushed with something that was far more passionate than whatever had been there before. “Terrifying? W-what could possibly scare a goddess? At least—at least you have your abilities, I—I don’t understand, you won’t listen, or, well—not you, but—well, maybe you, but—”

The teenager let out a growl of frustration, hands flying to her face to hide it and scrape the tears away. She grew rigid in a heartbeat, seeming to catch herself, and stepped back, eyes wide with horror. “Your Grace, I—I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t mean—I didn’t mean any disrespect—”

“Please stop,” Zelda cut in tiredly. “I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

The answer burst out of the girl. “I’m a failure! A princess to a throne of nothing! The entire country is looking to me to be the final piece, the final warrior, to seal Ganon away, and I can’t access my powers to do it!”

…Oh.

The princess fell to her knees. “I—I didn’t mean to yell, Your Grace, I—I mean no disrepct, you—I know you are benevolent and powerful and—”

“Stop, stop it,” Zelda nearly cried. “Stop talking to me like I—”

Like I’m responsible for this.

Because she was. She was.

The princess had nearly curled into herself so much she was practically on all fours. Zelda’s heart was racing. She wanted nothing more than to leave, but doing so now would destroy whatever trust she could build and she knew it. She tired to regain control of her breathing, and knelt in front of… in front of her descendant.

She tried to remember the joy of that thought from last night. She tried to remember the joy that had happened after. She tried to remember the beauty of what came of their settlement they were building, the wonders of the festival, the magnitude of the country. She tried to remember that this was her daughter by countless generations.

Zelda, ancient and young, old and new, couldn’t entirely wrap her mind around it, but goddesses, she tried. She tried to think of the good while her heart screamed, she tried to get herself together when she wanted nothing more than to curl up as the princess had and cry.

“Please,” she whispered. “I’m… I’m not…”

Not what? Not responsible for this? Wasn’t she, though?

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she burst out, her own voice shaking. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Link and I fought him so you wouldn’t have to, the fact that he’s still here—”

Darn it, get it together! She screamed at herself. This wasn’t helping anything!

Zelda reached forward as the princess began to look at her with hesitant curiosity, and she took her hands in her own, feeling the soft cloth of her white gloves under her own calloused fingers. “Whatever’s going to happen, we’ll figure it out together, okay? I… I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t understand what you mean that you can’t access your powers, but… but I won’t… I won’t let anything happen to this place, or to you. Okay?”

Princess Zelda watched her, frozen in place, eyes wide, filled with wonder, hope, terror, hurt, and Zelda couldn’t even read what else. But a dam finally seemed to break, and she hiccupped once, twice, thrice before next thing Zelda knew the girl was sobbing, hands desperately trying to wiggle out of her own to hide her face.

Zelda watched her for a few moments, lost and scared herself, and she remembered that Champion had just given her the same reassurance outside. She felt her heart warm at it. No matter the generations, Zelda would always have Link to support her. But here she could support her own descendant just fine. She reached forward, pulling the princess into a hug, trembling herself but strong enough to bear the grief and terror they both were drowning in.

I promise, she vowed. I promise I will protect Hyrule. I protected this land before…

I will do it again.

#I feel like between Zel and Cloud #Cloud has the bigger 'argument/justification' for feeling guilty as he was direct witness to the Curse #but Zel would - having faced Demise TWICE already - would feel Extra guilty because she just CAN'T QUITE SEEM TO TAKE HIM OUT #and now all of this is happening because of it #anyway... not sure how I feel about her POV :-\ #I'm gonna need to revisit Skyward Sword to get a better feel for her character but I tried #meanwhile Abel's trying to figure out what he can and do what he can within the confines of his role #breath of the sky #writing #breath of the wild #breath of the wild link #botw link #breath of the wild zelda #botw zelda #skyward sword #skyward sword zelda #ss zelda #skyward sword link #ss link #abel #legend of zelda #I've given up on previous/next links LOL #oh well

[sysig]

Last man standing (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #It's lonely at the top :( #Poor dearest is worse for wear ah </3 #This scene made me cry ;; #Like it was sad when he wrote down his missing canonmates but going back in and writing everyone else's names ;;;; #Even his shaky alliances! Even the people he hasn't seen for a while!! Wehhh <3 <3 <3 #You soft heart ;; I see you Admiral ♥ #Also had a lot of fun writing in VUK ZIX again hehe ♪ #The translations from VUK ZIX to English aren't exact - for starters they're upside down haha #So if you started from the top down it would actually read KINLEZ NATPAK but I figured that wouldn't be as readable #You read from the bottom up! I also still headcanon it being written/read from left to right #So he started with Zelnick then Fwiffo then Tanaka and so on #Although I did change it up for the second one - Teisel then Xelloss then Xigbar then Asch and Van #The more I think of it the more I'm surprised there's no H :0 #Even just as a demarcation of a pause before during or after a syllable #The ''sh'' sound makes complete sense tho hehe <3 #Any incorrect shaping of letters/poor handwriting on my part can totally be chalked up to ZEX not being used to human hands! #Totallyyy lol #I really like the way specific syllables are shaped - like how Teisel and Zelnick almost share the same shaped between ''SEL'' and ''ZEL'' #How Z is a more connected extension of S just agh it's so pretty <3 <3 Eco_Mono really did such a lovely job with it ♪ #And then certain ''incorrectly'' spelled syllables still turned out so pretty! Like the ''ANA'' in Talana - look how swoopy and continuous! #The ''BAR'' in Xigbar looks really cool - honestly reminds me of the fanweapons I made ages ago for I? think? Xigbar's apprentice?? #It's been too long I don't remember now lol but it's cool to me in particular because of that!! :D #Fwiffo looks so funny haha - Tanaka has a cool star-like kind of letter in his name?? Man it's just so neat <3 #As for ZEX - I mean he made it this far :( Not one to give up easily that's for certain ♥ Tenacious #I want him to be happy :'0

[wayfinderrinku]

AiYusa confession scene kiss

#zel thoughts #aiballshipping #ai vrains #aiyusa #yusaku fujiki #aiballfeels #Was reminded that I wanted to write this #them!!!

[grayson-baller]

Orange Cassidy -- NSFW Alphabet --

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 1885

pairing: fem!reader & orange cassidy

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masterlist: ++

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a – aftercare – [ what they're like after sex ]

Orange loves having his arms wrapped around you after sex. The feeling of your warm, sated body against his is enough to relax him. He loves having you lay on him, using his chest as a pillow. Often, he will idly trace patterns on your back, whispering sweet nothings as your breathing calms down. Sometimes he will gather your sleepy body and get you in the bath or a shower, soaping up your body while he reminds you that he loves you.

b – body part – [ their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ]

He never really thought about a favorite body part until you rocked against his thigh one night, whines spilling from your lips. Now he is obsessed with you on his lap, rocking against his thighs. The sounds you make go straight to his cock. He might joke about your ass or your tits, but he loves you neck and collarbone. He loves to press kisses there when he is inside of you, feeling your moans vibrate through your throat.

c – cum – [ anything to do with cum ]

The first time he fucked you without a condom, he couldn’t stop himself staring at the way his cum leaked down your thighs. He never expected it to be as hot as it was. Since then, he tries to cum in you often, watching himself spill out of you. Sometimes it is enough to gear him up for a second round, just to get the see the sight once more.

d – dirty secret – [ pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

Orange loves the way you claw at him during sex. He’ll see faint scratch marks down his back, knowing they were from you. He loved seeing evidence marked on his skin of the way you lost control. He loves it because it is just a physical reminder that he is yours, because he is. Just like he knows you are his.

e – experience – [ how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? ]

Orange has had a few past serious relationships, and a handful of casual hook-ups. What he didn’t have in experience prior, he learned from you. From watching you, what brings you pleasure.

f – favorite  position – [ this goes without saying ]

Missionary. As boring as it may sound, he loves looking into your eyes as he fucks you. He loves feeling your hands on his back, nails digging into his skin. He gets to watch you as you cum, seeing the bliss on your face. He gets to watch your tits bounce as he pumps into you. He gets to feel your waist and thighs, especially when you wrap your legs around him.

g – goofy – [ are they more serious it the moment? are they humorous? etc ]

Depends on his mood. After a match or workout, he might be more intense and serious. Date night? That’s when the goofier side comes out. He likes to hear your soft giggles mixed in with your moans. Seeing pleasure and a smile on your face does something to him that he can’t explain. His—and your—personal favorite is when he insists on spelling words out when he goes down on you.

h – hair – [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc ]

Orange keeps himself maintained. Some hair but trimmed.

i – intimacy – [ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect ]

Orange doesn’t think of himself as a big romantic, but you disagree. He isn’t prone to big romantic gestures, but it’s the little things that really make you swoon. Like when you are out at a restaurant ordering dessert to split, he orders a second one for you to take home for later. When he is traveling, he makes sure to leave you a few clean tees to sleep in. He’ll send you a dozen sweet messages, as well as snap photos of things that remind him of you—it could be stuffed animals, stars, or a sunset he wishes he was with you to enjoy.

j – jerk off – [ masturbation head cannon ]

Before you, jerking off was something he frequented. It was easier than trying to use dating apps or meeting a woman in a bar. After you, it was seldom that he needed to jerk off. He’d save it for times when you weren’t in the mood, or when he was traveling and couldn’t wait until he got back to you. In those times, he’d be in the shower of the hotel room, picturing your wet and soapy body there with him.

k – kink – [ one or more of their kinks ]

Orange is tame when it comes to kinks. He might be a soft dom, though he doesn’t prefer any honorifics, Maybe the occasional one that slipped past your lips, but he prefers hearing his names coming from your lips. He loves food play in the form on whip cream or even berries. Something about the sweet taste of the whip cream or fruit against your sweet skin drives him wild. His favorite is trailing a berry across your body, licking up the juices. He also absolutely loves when you do it to him too.

l – location – [ favorite places to have sex ]

Orange doesn’t get very adventurous about where he fucks you. He prefers in your house, or behind the locked door of a hotel room. Anywhere that he can have you alone, uninterrupted. He hates the idea of someone else seeing what is just for his eyes—or vice versa—what is meant only for your eyes.

m – motivation – [ what turns them on? ]

You. Just the way your eyes light up when you laugh, or the way your throat bobbles when you swallow is enough to set him off sometimes. You’re his, and everything about you is enough to get a rise out of him. He loves the time when you try or when you tease him, but nothing beats the moments when he just catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eyes, knocking the air out of his lungs and yet again reminding him how lucky he is.

n – no – [ something they would not do, turn offs ]

Orange wouldn’t indulge in public sex. It’d be too easy to be caught or overheard. Nor would he ever consider letting someone else fuck you. Sex is something he views to be just between the two of you.

o – oral – [ preference in giving or receiving, skill etc ]

He’ll never say no to receiving. He loves watching you with a mouthful of his cock, eyes looking up at him. However, nothing beats when he goes down on you, tasting you while feeling your thighs around his head, your fingers in his hair, moans of pleasure filling up the room. He loves making you reach completion once or twice with his mouth as foreplay before fucking you.

p – pace – [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc ]

It can vary. When it calls for it, he can do a fast pace. He also loves the times when he can take his time with you. He loves slowly swiveling his hips, gently bucking into you. Hearing your whimpers and pleas, knowing that you want more of him—which he will happily oblige.

q – quickies – [ their opinions on quickies, how often ect ]

He loves them. His flight is in a few hours? Perfect time to pull down your panties, fucking you against the bedroom door.

r – risk – [ are they game to experiment? do they take risks? ]

He doesn’t take many risks. It’s not his usual style. As for experimenting, if it was something you wanted to try, he’d be opened minded. So long as it wasn’t something he was against.

s – stamina – [ how many rounds can they go for? how often ]

Orange could go two rounds, ensuring that you come at least once before he fucks you.

t – toys – [ do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? ]

It might not be an often occurrence, but Orange has been known to use your vibrating wand on your clit while thrusting inside you. When he uses it, his favorite position is doggy style while he fucks into you from behind, wand on your clit. Other times, he likes to sit on the bed, watching you use the wand on yourself.

u – unfair – [ how much they like to tease ]

Orange isn’t a big tease. His preference is to fuck you then and there, hearing your gasps of pleasure as you orgasm, squeezing his cock. He loves when you tease him though. Light brushes against his pants, maybe when you wear a pair of lacy panties under a shirt, giving him a glimpse.

v – volume – [ how loud are they, what noise they make ]

He’s not very vocal beyond a few grunts and groans. He likes when you are vocal though, even going as far as reminding you to use your words.

w – wildcard – [ a  random head cannon ]

He groaned, feeling you wiggle on his lap He grunted at the feeling of you wiggling on his lap

He was hard, had been for the last half hour. Had been from the moment you walked into the living room with the container of raspberries you purchased that morning

Wearing nothing but his dark tee. No panties underneath. He already caught a glimpse of your pretty pussy when you straddled him

He let you have your fun.

The sweet, torturous swivel of your hips had your core rubbing against him

Taunting him with what he knew would soon be coming.

He loved your sweet giggle as you reached back into the container for another raspberry

His mouth watered, knowing he was going to later treat you to the same, tasting the other half of the container off your skin.

He sucked in a breath as you ran the berry along his collarbone, down his chest

Your tongue peaking out of your mouth as your head bent down to lap up the juice that trinkled down his skin.

“Fuck, baby.” He mumbled, closing his eyes at the sensation. He could hear your giggles once more before you grinded yourself against him once more.

x – x-ray – [ lets see whats under those clothes, their size ]

I’d say he is about average, maybe a little longer but leaner in girth.

y – yearning – [ how high is their sex drive? ]

Orange’s sex drive is moderate. He might not crave it every day, but it’s not to say you don’t have a healthy sex life. Or that there aren’t the days when you go more than once a day.

z -zzz – [ how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ]

He doesn’t fall asleep right away. He might doze off a little, staying awake enough to ensure that you are okay. He’ll finally let himself fall asleep once you are asleep, warmly wrapped up in blankets and his arms. Sometimes, he catches himself staring at you, wondering how he got so lucky.

#orange cassidy imagine #orange cassidy smut #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #aew smut #zel writes

[zelzenik]

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july 14, 2023: hand in hand

Ever since beginning production on the blockbuster hit, Wake Up, Sleepyhead, its leading man and lady have evaded talk of a potential romance blossoming between them... Could Zelda Nayru, Hyrule's beloved starlet, and Link Faron, Hyrule's latest breakout star, truly be harboring a secret romance, or is it all in our heads?

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[zelmyna-dragonheart]

Chapter 4: Release & Catch - Part one is hot off the presses!!

Not all the glitter and shines is as it seems. So beware... this ride has only just begun.

ANNOUNCEMENT - to make up for last month's hiatus

I offer my readers, a challenge.

If I can get to 100 kudos for the story on Ao3 and/or 10 comments on this chapters by Tuesday, Sep 19th

Whichever comes first

I'll RELEASE Chapter 4: Part Two (Chapter 5) Wed, Sep 20th.

Up for the challenge? Reblog to spread the word!

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[void-botanist]

Thinking about the world that starts to take shape around Tirias's refusal to travel outside of majority-rooted areas. There's an implication that she has been there and got burned so bad that she'll never go back. She can hear but she can't speak and communicates primarily through sign language. Despite the fact that most other species do learn Osbok sign language in school, there's a much stronger culture of sign language usage in rooted areas than beyond them. You travel through the Forests, you know you'll be taken care of and taken seriously. You step outside of them, who knows what'll happen. Humans are already intimidated by her height, and asking them to use their half-remembered SOSL is apparently a step too far.

Oh, to be Ysa, even more intimidating but somehow able to put people at ease with just thons voice.

Which makes me wonder: is there a fear among human societies that the culture of the Forests - which itself is not homogenous - will take over the rest of the world? There must be on some level but it has to be harder for it to coalesce because there's an enormous population of roots that live outside of the forests, and have for pretty much ever, and nothing has happened to "human" cultures except that a lot of them also have roots participating in them, not to mention nawwenn. Some people think they're playing the long game - they live twice as long as humans, you know - but I would suspect your average human knows enough roots to reject that particular conspiracy.

So then, out of all the other species in Winchester, why has Dez only met humans?

#the answer is partly I forgot. #it's also partly that he hasn't been outside. The humans he knows are going to know other species that have not been to his house #but I think it might say something about the kinds of circles Anni and Julian and Zel put the most effort into. gotta consider that #it does make for an interesting character setup though. he hasn't had the opportunity to consider himself as a root #because in a lot of ways he's more a root than a human. and Tirias is low key his root role model #there is a real general tension about the power the Forest governments hold because of the network and Osbok #most people aren't really plugged into it. and of the governments that would go to war about it none of them will #because they get too much benefit out of these things. and the Forest would fucking obliterate them #that's what happened to Gurenii #now that I say that out loud maybe that's the angle I've been looking for. hmmmmm #the trick is to balance the Forests because on the whole they are not meant to be Villains TM. but they do hold a lot of strategic power #rose brambles #writing update #c: Tirias #c: Dez #wip: tfa

[make-like-a-tree-and-leaf]

in my mind both Shadowheart and Lae'zel are buff but in different ways. Lae'zel is traditionally buff all over, her body is a weapon that she's honed to a razer's edge so she has developed (if not alien) muscles everywhere. Shadowheart has an above average STR and CON, so I see her as having buff arms and back, maybe her core, but she's not as overall muscular as Lae'zel.

(Then there's Karlach the bodybuilder but we're already down bad for her lol)

Oh for sure. These ladies are strong as hell. Karlach is built like a bear, strong literally all over. Lae’zel has the strength of something that’s lean and mean and very very fast, she also has strong ass legs because of her jumping. Shadowheart is I think more of a core, arms, torso and shoulders girl. After all she is proficient in things like maces and shields. So she might not know finesse and stuff but she can certainly swing hard and block.

It’s very very funny to me that all the guys in the party have 8 str and then all the ladies have at least average strength.

Anyways, I def plan on writing something with a weightlifting/training scene where all the women are just doing their normal reps and then the guys are over in the corner trying to do a single weighted squat.

#asks #leaf writes stuff #baldurs gate 3 #shadowzel #sha/zel #shartzel #bg3 #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 karlach #fandom #video games #laugh a little #on occasion I Do Things

[thelionheartedo3]

blood on your hands

summary:  The Shepherds are no strangers to injuries—and neither is Zelda, as one of their best Healers. It's just that she's usually not having to deal with Trouble being skewered right in front of her eyes.

pairing: Trouble Alder x f!Hero of Haven 

rating: t

wc: 5.6k

“I fucking hate you,” he declares. “All of you. Blade, you no-good—” Blade sounds completely unimpressed as he goes, “Are you extending that hatred towards Zelda right now?” “Zelda’s the only one I don’t want to bite the throat out of—” “You can bite me, Trubs, but it’ll cost yo—” “Can everyone please shut up?” Zelda demands.  There’s three clicks of jaws, and silence meets her as a response. 

[read the rest on ao3]

#shepherds of haven #shoh #trouble alder #oo they wanna kiss each other so bad and YET #I love writing pining #anyway! #zel surname reveal this time around fgnfnjg #rinn writes shepherds fic