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neverchecking · 5 months

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Does it count as a marriage if only one of them is aware?

AN: Is this a Sage and Aaliyah piece? Yeah. Am I proud of it? A lil. I don't know if it falls into their 'canon' timeline, but I think it's funny. Shoutout to the tweet that I got from pinterest that inspired this. May I hopefully find you one day.

He was going to commit a murder. An atrocity. A war crime so heinous they would carve it into stone tablets as a warning to future generations. She already was a thorn in his fucking side and then she pulls this shit?

Un-fucking-believable.

Slamming open the door, he remains ignorant to the lab assistant’s yelp, practically snarling as he spots Purah. She boredly looks at him over her shoulder, snapping her fan closed with a huff. “And a good morning to you-”

“Where the hell is she?”

Purah grins. It’s something big and bright and he hates it. Asshole was probably in on it now that he thinks about it. Sheikah unity and all of that other bullshit. “Whoever do you mean?”

“You know who I mean, now you tell me where she is or I’m lighting Lookout Landing on fire.” He hissed low and dangerous, a firebulb already burning a hole in his pocket (not literally). He was going to get the information he wanted, whether they wanted to give it to him or not. He’d find her somehow, even if he had to scour this entire, goddess-forsaken fucking land.

He’d find her and then he’d kill her for the shit she pulled.

“Tick tock,” He mocked, reaching for the tablet on his hip. Purah scoffed with a grumpy furrow in her brows. “She’s in the depths, where she always is lately.”

He took that for what it was, leaving and slamming the door behind him.

When they couldn’t hear his angry cursings any longer, Purah turned to Josha with a grin. The girl looked positively frightened, as she often did when Link came around ranting and raving, but Purah paid it little mind. “He’s looking for his wife.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware he was married?”

“Neither was he.”

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He should’ve checked here first. He was a fool to think she’d be anywhere otherwise, but yet? There she was. Sitting on a throne made of rock and marble with a devious grin on her face. She looked like the cat that caught the canary. In her left ear was the cursed piercing, still red and fresh, but holding a golden hoop.

A part of him was thankful she didn’t get the idea to pierce his ears in his sleep. Another part of him was angry enough he could blow her up here and now and walk away, not a care in the world to be had.

“What did you do?” He snapped, baring his teeth in her direction as Rauru’s arm flared to life. He had no intention of using any of the powers bestowed upon him, but it seemed to be a good deterrent for making her talk. Should she be feeling merciful enough.

Alas, however, it didn’t seem so as she leaned her chin on one of her hands. Her nails, long and sharp, glinted in the light of the torches around her. She looked like a vengeful queen tasked with the punishment of a traitorous soul. A cruel, wicked tyrant of a ruler.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He’d destroy her kingdom yet.

With a tense breath in, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to plaster on a well-mannered grin. “Well,” He let out a bark of ironic laughter. “You see, I was going on my way to visit the Sage of Water, just to check up on him and you wanna know what he told me?”

“You know I do.” She smirked.

It took every bit of his patience to not wipe that fucking smirk off her damn face himself. Instead his fingers clenched into fists as that same anger bubbled up into a livid inferno that lapped at his insides and scorched his tongue. “He congratulated me for my recent marriage to the Sage of Spirits!” He spat, feeling comparable to the way he did after Ganon first returned. Angry and pissed and so blinded by red he didn’t care what happened.

The woman paused, brows raised, and for the slightest hair of a heartbeat, Link almost thought she didn’t know what he was talking about (which just made him even more pissed). But then she snorted. The snort then turned into a giggle, which turned into several, which she tried to hide behind her hand before she was tossing her head back in an uproar of laughter. It rang in his ears, harmonic and heavy, but he couldn’t find himself to care.

What a bitch.

“Oh,” She breathed out at last, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye with a thumb. The rings on her fingers glinted and he noticed a suspicious lack of a gold band on her left ring finger. She did, however, have the earring so it was understandable. “Priceless. I was wondering when it would get back to you. I was almost getting bored. Feared I’d have to ruin the fun and tell you myself.”

He grit his teeth so hard he was half surprised they didn’t turn to dust. “What do you mean-”

“Glad Sidon did it for me though. He’s always had a big heart.” She waved him off before uncrossing her legs and standing. “It’s been fun though. Glad we could have this talk-”

“I’m not-”

“But there’s shit to do. Little time, lots of work or however that saying goes.” A grin spread on her face. It wasn’t kind and it wasn’t nice. It was the equivalent of a wolf snarling at its prey. To show the nasty teeth often hidden in a warning.

He was so distracted by her dumb face he didn’t even notice her taking out her own Purah pad.

“See you later, hubby.” And then she was gone.

Link blew up her throne before leaving, the only remainder being a selection of pebbles and small rocks.

It didn’t make him feel better.

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Everywhere he went it was the same fucking thing.

“How’s the wife?”

“Oh, you haven’t gotten your piercing yet? I bet you’re aching to do that!”

“Must be preparing for the honeymoon, hey Link?”

And his personal least favorite. “Your wife had just stopped by! She said to expect you!”

Like Aaliyah had any idea of what he did. She didn’t know his schedule. She didn’t know him at all! And he was just…what? Expected to roll with this? Go to the first fucking Gerudo vendor he saw and ask for a piercing?

Not on his fucking life.

He’d tear that piercing out of her ear yet and leave it bloody right in front of her dumb face.

The matter was just getting close enough.

It was true he was, admittedly, following her. He needed to get that fucking piercing. Word travels like wildfire in Hyrule and he knew she had some sort of ulterior motive. He just knew it. And he would either find out what it was or he’d make sure she wouldn’t be able to claim she was married to anyone else ever again. Win-win if you ask him. He’d either get in on whatever scam she was planning, take over and leave her with nothing, or he’d get the revenge he yearned for for sullying his infamous name.

Now it was just a matter of tracking her down, which was easy enough. Aaliyah, if nothing else, was competitive. She liked a good game between them. She’d leave little tricks and clues for him to find in the most convoluted game of hide and seek he’d ever played. Maybe a certain berry was left lying around-- one he knew didn’t grow in that region-- or maybe there was a stray arrow, singed by the remnants of a bomb flower, lying broken on the path.

She knew he was after her, and she probably knew what he’d do when he found her, but that was all this was to her. A game. This was one big giant game and he was the challenger.

Or, contrarily, this was one big fucking joke to the Sheikah and Link was yet another punchline in this comedy act of a life.

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“Looks like the dove finally got snared?”

He watched, amused, as she pulled against the ropes wrapped around her. It was sneaky and underhanded, but at some point (and he’d rather fight the King Gleeok all over again before admitting it), he grew desperate. So, he rigged up a monster camp with muddle buds. Lots and lots of muddle buds. Every Bokoblin had at least four on their body, every Moblin six and even the TNT barrels were covered in them.

Of course, when in the depths, if there’s an active monster camp, there’s a good chance Aaliyah wasn’t far behind. So, despite all odds, she took them out. The Bokoblins were taken out with the barrels, an arrow setting them all off, however she got cocky. The bow was put away and she sauntered into the camp, eyes on the chest prize in the middle.

A Moblin saw his chance, reared up and slammed his muddle bud lined head down. The Sheikah had dodged, but Link knew he’d won. He saw the expanse in her pupils, how the black seemed to swallow the gold irises and her cheeks became almost instantaneously flushed. She was dazed, but still finished off the disgusting beast with a practiced ease.

Link, of course, saw his opportunity and took it. And now, here she was. Writhing about under him like the fucking worm she was and glaring up at him. Her eyes never focused, like she couldn’t make heads or tails on what she was seeing, just that she knew she didn’t like it.

He nudged her with his boot and nearly got bit in the process.

“Ooh, feisty little dove.” He teased, crouching to her level as he hauled her into a sitting position. She let out a low growl before trying to bite his face-- not that she got far with him holding her shirt the way he was.

“Muddle buds? Really? That’s cheap, even for you.”

“Even for me?” He feigned a pout. “That’s a little harsh. I was tryna have a decent conversation with you.”

“I will fucking skin you and hang your ratty pelt like drapery.”

He clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. “So violent. Shouldn’t women like you be more docile?”

He nearly didn’t avoid the third snap of her sharp teeth.

“What do you want? In case you haven’t noticed, some of us actually do our fucking duties. I have-”

“Shit you need to do, yeah I’ve heard.” Link rolled his eyes before returning them to the dazed Sheikah. “What’s your angle?”

“My fucking what-”

“Why tell people we’re married? What do you get out of it? Explain it to me.”

Aaliyah blinked slowly, brows furrowed as the information loaded in her brain, processed and she came up with a response.

“Make me.”

Was what said brain came up with. He’d kill her yet, he swears. With a scoff, he glared at her, watching as something akin to amusement brushed over her features. “I am. You think I’d drug you and tie you up for tea?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’re lonely.”

“Aaliyah-” What was the goddess thinking when making her? What part of the divine plan looked at him and went ‘Yeah, let’s make his life twelve times harder than it needs to be’? Because he had a complaint. Lots of complaints. Maybe there was a suggestion box where he could put in his very reasonable request of having her smited so he wouldn’t have to deal with her. “How’d you do it?” He settled on.

She hummed distractedly, head lolling about before she raised it to look at him. “You see, I went to Gerudo. They have these things called needles, and those needles pierced my ear, gave me the second hoop and then-”

“I know how fucking piercings are done!”

“Then it was just a matter of telling people we got hitched.” She grinned lopsidedly before pausing. “It’s very rude to interrupt by the way.”

He grabbed her chin with a rough pinch of his fingers. “Yeah, well, it’s also not very nice to just decide you’re married to someone because you wanted another piercing.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know lots of people have liked my piercings in the past.” Aaliyah gave a salacious smirk, eyes darting down to her own chest before back up to him.

What nipple piercings had to do with this, he wouldn’t know. “Name one person who liked your piercings.”

“Your mom-”

He let out a war-hungry screech as she flitted away into blue.

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“Is it for tax purposes?” He called out, sliding to take cover behind a tree. An arrow pierced itself right where his head would’ve been and he quickly pulled it out and loaded it into his own bow.

“You think I pay taxes?” Aaliyah called back, waiting for him to pop out and aim before letting a bomb arrow fly. It forced Link to roll out of the way, the edges of his shirt singed with ash.

“I don’t think you do anything except make my life harder.” He snipped, shaking his hair out before letting a keese-eye arrow loose. It followed the Sheikah even as she darted behind a tree. It stabbed too deep into the trunk as she ducked for it to be reused, and she cursed, grabbing one of her own.

“It’s a hobby.” She grinned. She didn’t have very many bombs left, less Keese eyes (This trip was supposed to be a restock trip before her loving husband showed his ugly face), and was running out of options just short of things that could cause serious injury.

The quip she was waiting for didn’t come and she almost dared to poke her head out. Instead she laid low, watching the branches above her.

Which did her no fucking good as a hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the trunk. Fucking Sheikah armor.

“Then why?”

That’s all he’s ever been asking and it was starting to get on her nerves. No- how did you come up with such a great idea? No-Wow, you are so incredible and smart and what would I do without you? No- Wow Aaliyah, how did I get so lucky you decided to marry me?

Ungrateful fucking ass.

“I mean, you’ll get to claim me on your taxes and people will stop hitting on you- not that I can imagine many do with your ugly mug.”

Link got up in her face, nose to nose and she could feel his sweaty breath on her chin. He should go away.

“You could work with me, you know. Instead of against me. We could tear down this rotten fucking kingdom and build it anew.” He spoke at last, soft and hoarse. His eyes shined with vindication and valor and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

So she scoffed. “But I’m having so much fun. Learning what makes that little brain of yours just tick in agony and annoyance.”

A beat passed between them.

Then she raised a foot and kicked him square in the chest. Along the horizon the light dragon let out a strangled roar as it swooped close enough one could paraglide their way to its back. The whole reason Link was here, she’d bet.

“Send her my regards.” Aaliyah gave a salute, letting shrine travel take her away yet again.

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The fire flickered underneath the metal pot steadily, licking up the sides and heating up the meat inside. He watched it blankly, mentally counting in his head before scooting over on the log he sat on. Predictably, there was a weight that sat right beside him, slumping with a clank as their gear was discarded beside them.

Stables were neutral. Neither wanted to piss the horse god off, so they’d behave themselves here.

Even if his skin itched with her sitting right there. There was nothing he could do, would do, unless she started something first.

“How’s the lizard girlfriend?”

“The fucking what-”

Early he had guessed this to be a game or a joke, but now he was certain she had just lost her mind at long last. Hurrah! He figured it out and eventually she’d be taken out back and put down. Something quick and merciful so she didn’t fall torment to her decaying mind.

He did glance over to where she was watching the sky, golden eyes trained on something or another. He followed her line of sight and nearly lost his shit subsequently.

“Are you-...Are you talking about Zelda?”

“Zelda, lizard girlfriend, same thing.” She rolled her neck before stretching her arms out above her. “Weren’t you two supposed to get married before this whole Ganon thing?”

And the gears started turning. They turned and creaked and groaned, but they were moving in sync before it hit him. “Golden goddess above-”

“You look like you’re about to pass out-”

“You are a special kind of wicked.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere-”

He turned to her and she suddenly clamped her mouth shut, like she could see what he was thinking. He was sure to an extent she could and she didn’t like what she was seeing. “That’s why you did it?!”

“Did what-”

“You started this whole campaign so you could say you married me before Zelda?! I was never gonna fucking marry her! Why do you think she’s still up there in the first place?!”

The color drained impressively fast from the Sheikah’s face before she stood with a start. “This has been… something. Let’s talk again soon-”

“Nuh-uh-” Link grabbed her wrist before she could disappear again. “Tell me that’s not the reason.”

Aaliyah blinked, stared at him, and opened her mouth. Only to then let out a shrill whistle. Somewhere behind her, her horse came galloping up, its dark eyes locking on her as she grabbed its saddle on the way by.

“Talk to you soon, hubby!”

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Months later, he’s trekking in fuck-knows where, grumpy and grouchy. He hated the group of men he was with and he hated working for that fraud Hylia yet again. The boys around him never shut up and they never knew how to mind their own fucking business.

“Awful lot of jewelry.” One of them drawled with a lazy smirk on his features. Sage, as he had been proclaimed, scoffed. “I’m taking this from you? Your scarf looks like a fucking royal curtain.”

The man sputtered before righting his features with an indignant scoff. Sage snickered before running his hand through his hair. “It’s not all decorative.”

“It’s not?” The youngest whirled around to look at him. “I thought you just like getting your ears pierced.”

“I don’t. The first ones I got in the military. But this one?” Sage’s finger brushed against a second golden hoop hanging in his left ear. “This one means something.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” Blue scarf barked, probably still offended Sage didn’t immediately lie down and take the teasing.

“Means you need to shut your trap and keep walking.” He threw back, stomping forward. “I have a wife to get home to.”

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angry-trashcan · 3 months

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Marriage Counseling.

Once again, the girls are having some girl time. This time featuring Legend and of course, Sage. Cinder (@neverchecking) and I wrote this one together. Because god damn is it more fun to do it that way.

TW: Name calling, degradation, heavy dom/sub themes, slight dub-con (like a little), brat taming, the briefest mention of a knife, dumbification, Sage. Let me know if I missed anything.

6K WC

MINORS DNI. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

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Just once.

Just once is all she asked for.

Just one time with only her and the woman spread out under her. Just once did she want to pull the moans from her alone. The door was locked, she double - no- triple checked to make sure that they couldn’t be interrupted easily. To make sure that They would both be able to love each other fully in peace.

And as Ceres let out another quiet moan, a soft cry of Aaliyah’s name spilling off of her tongue, she thought it may be possible. And as the brunette pushed her shoulders gently so she would roll over onto her back, giving Ceres full reign over her pleasure, the door slammed open.

Aaliyah nearly screamed out of frustration and the ruined orgasm that sat dying in her stomach. “The door was locked!”

“And now it’s not.” Sage spoke, his voice far too nonchalant for what was transpiring.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Aaliyah’s head hit the pillows under her.

“I can’t believe Ceres is topping.” Their head shot over at the new voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ceres spat, moving to get off of Aaliyah’s lap, reaching for the blanket to cover themself. Sage stopped her, his hands covering hers and throwing the blanket to the floor.

“I was invited, squirrel. Don’t spook now.” Legend laughed, walking closer to the bed.

Ceres looked back at Sage, “You invited him?!”

He shrugged, “I wasn’t told not to. Now come on, we have shit to do.” He kneeled on the edge of the bed, motioning for Ceres to come over to him. When they didn't move, instead watching the pink haired man sulk towards Aaliyah, Sage grabbed her elbow and pulled her into him. She squealed and fought slightly for a moment before he rubbed her cheek gently, reminding her who he was. And if only for a moment, they were calmed.

Aaliyah wasn’t as lucky.

Legend followed Sage’s lead, kneeling next to Aaliyah on the bed.”And what about you? Don’t wanna join in the fun?” His hand barely grazed her stomach before they were both off of the bed, her body pressing against his and a knife from the nightstand to his throat.

Ceres’ eyes widened at the scene, nudging Sage aggressively to do something. He cleared his throat, “Snowdrop, it’s okay. I wouldn’t have brought him here if I wasn’t okay with him touching you.” He paused, looking down at the woman in his lap, “That goes for both of you.” He mumbled into the brunette’s ear.

The knife clattered to the floor, Legend quickly flipping them so her back was to the cool wall, her hands pinned by his. “I knew you weren’t so tough under all of that shit talking.” He laughed, pushing his hips into hers.

“Go to hell.” She spat back, flecks of spit coating his face.

He laughed, freeing one of her hands for a moment to wipe it off. “Oh, darling, I’ve already been.”

Sage repositioned himself against the headboard, Ceres coming to sit in his lap. They went to straddle him before he stopped them. Jerking his head towards the other duo against the wall at the end of the bed. “Face that way.”

They groaned, “Sage-”

“Just do what I fucking say, Ceres.” He snapped, pulling her down into his chest.

A part of her resisted, not even enough to be convincing. They knew, first hand, that Aaliyah had a temper. She was fast and dangerous, and nothing, not even Sage, could truly stop her if she really wanted to do something. So, should shit go south, Ceres wasn’t even necessarily sure they wanted to witness that. It would probably turn violent no matter what, hell Sage had struggled with remaining in his place on the power dynamic before when the Sheikah got real pissy, but Legend? Who had no clue what he was dealing with? Who had probably only spoken to her just now for the first time?

But still, another, louder part of Ceres was cheering the Sheikah on as her teeth snapped incredibly close to Legend’s nose, making him pull back just a bit before slamming her against the wall harder, her head practically bouncing off the damn thing. They took a bit of joy in the way Aaliyah clawed at the wrist holding her hands, thin red lines painting the flesh. Sage didn’t seem too phased by it all, watching in some sort of sick joy.

"Here's to hoping your lil boy toy doesn't get too scratched up."

"Here's to hoping that he fucking does."

"You weren't this feisty with the rancher. Hell, I don't think you're ever like this. What's going on with him? Hmm? Got into a little argument? Mad that you’re not the one he's pinned against the wall?"

"Fuck off, Sage."

His grip tightens on their face, pulling them further into him. "Watch your fucking mouth. Don't fucking take your shit out on me."

"Think you're all high and mighty just because you're up here and he's down there toying about like a barbarian? Because that can easily be remedied."

They tried to free their chin by squirming a bit in his hold, but it only kept him more steady. "Now why don't you behave and watch. And think about how you're going to be taken apart the same way next."

"Like you have the actual balls to do anything. " Ceres spat back, watching Sage's pupils dilate. He paused, grip tight on her chin. There was the dull thud of Aaliyah's head against the wall as her and Legend spat cruel insults at each other and fought for dominance over a situation where neither held any real control at all. Sage swallowed then his eyes landed on Ceres, sharp and pointed, an endless sea of sapphire ignited by the challenge.

"Do you really want to play that game with me?" His words were low in their ear.

"Go to hell."

He let out a snort through his nose before looking back up at the arguing pair. "Aaliyah. Stop being a brat and do what he fucking asks."

The sheikah's eyes landed on his harsh blue ones. All the fight left her as Legend chuckled in her face. "Just like a fucking dog."

Sage half expects the harsh bite Legend receives for the quip and the snotty little remark of "I'll show you dog-" but she does fall to her knees like a well trained poodle, looking beyond livid but having no means to do anything about it. With no impending fatal injuries and that taken care of, he turns to Ceres. "You see that? How well she listens? It's because she knows with good behavior comes rewards," his hands trail up their sides, pinching at their love handles and clawing up their ribs. "But misdemeanors mean punishments."

Before Ceres can ever register it happening, they're booted from the comfort of Sages lap, instead looking up at him from the floor. He looks down, bored and disinterested. "Prove you can be a good doll and I'll think about rewarding you."

Their eyes are wide, mouth agape as they stare up at him. "I didn't even-"

"Do anything? You're running your mouth right now. I'd say that's something."

He sat back in his spot, watching Aaliayh slowly take Legend's dick into her mouth with a slight laugh. "She's getting a treat. You could too."

Ceres looked over to the pair out of the corner of their eye, another huff leaving them.

"I'm sorry."

Sage laughed now, a heavy dark laugh. "You think that's all it'll take? Oh, you're more delusional than I thought."

There's a harsh hand digging against their scalp but it doesn't pull. It never pulls. They know it won't pull but it's a reminder that he's there and watching. Always watching. "No, ‘fraid not doll. You're gonna have to put on one hell of a show to prove it."

He gently urges their head forward, the second they follow it turns into a jagged snap of his wrist and they're suddenly eye level with his crotch. Oh how they want to fight him and his cocky attitude but they're pinned and he knows it.

"Now go on. Put on a show for me."

They take a deep shaky breath, raising their hands to pull at his waist band. His free hand gently slaps them away. "Nuh uh. You haven't earned that yet."

She huffs again, instead looking up to let their eyes meet. Their mouth opened slightly, tongue lolling as it made contact with his clothed crotch.

"See. There ya go, doll. Wasn't that easy?"

A bitter remark burns at the back of their throat but they swallow it down as they let their tongue sit for a minute. Saliva dribbles down into a small puddle before gently licking up and against his crotch. They can feel his cock twitch from its confines but other than that that's all the indicator given by Sage that some part of him is enjoying this. Pulling back, Ceres pulls off only to return to the same starting point, marked with spit and a dark patch, repeating the process. Once, twice, three more times before laying an open mouthed kiss on the mound.

They work their open mouthed kisses down the mound to where the head was leaking, forming its own dark spot. She pushed another open mouth kiss to it, teeth slightly dragging against it. Again, he only twitched. They looked up to his face once they pulled back. His expression stayed the same. Bored. Though something in his eyes shone with something darker.

"You think that's it?" He scoffed. The hand in their hair turned into curled fingers and she was guided to look across the room. Legend looked close to collapsing in on himself as Aaliyah kept her nose buried against his crotch. She didn't twitch. Legend couldn't stop himself from the little flicks of his finger. "Watch her. Watch her obedience and I'm not even there. If you think a few sloppy kisses are gonna get my cock all hard and shit, your observation skills need work."

Blue burned against blue. “What do you want me to do?” Their voice was nearly inaudible.

He laughed through his nose, tightening his grip on her short hair. “I want you to understand the situation you got yourself into. You’re always so good for me. And the second he joins in you turn into… this. I don’t much appreciate it.”

Ceres’ eyes flickered with understanding for only a moment. Their eyes drifted back down to his wet pants, trying to find the solution to their predicament. His hand met her chin and pulled her out of her thoughts.

“You really do think so loudly.” His thumb ran over their bottom lip, prying enough for them to open up for him to slip it in. “Do I really need to do all the damn thinking for you? Like a little fucked out whore?”

Their eyes turned pleading, a small nose leaving their throat.

“Now, you’re going to behave, right?” They attempted to nod. “Nuh-uh, words.”

They choked slightly when his thumb pushed down against her tongue harder. “Use your words, doll. Don’t keep me waiting.”

She attempted to swallow before forcing out the broken and muffled words. “I’ll listen to you. I’ll be good.”

A devilish look covered his face. “That’s what I thought.” He stood suddenly in front of them, freeing his hands from them to make quick work of his pants. His half hard cock fell out, nodding to the side. His hand found their hair once more. “Well go on then. Behave.”

They swallowed, eyeing the cock in front of them. Has she ever taken him in her mouth before? They couldn’t remember a time when they had been in this position with Sage.

“Don’t tell me I need to show you what to do. A whore like you knows exactly how to suck dick.” His hand tightened in their hair.

“No- no I’m fine.” Her hands came up one by one. One resting on his thigh, and the other taking the base of him into her hand. His dick twitched again, standing straighter and taller at the contact. Slowly, she took his tip into her lips, testing the waters.

He gave no indication that it made any difference other than a twitch in his thigh, but it did little to disway Ceres. They gave a little suck in retaliation, flicking their tongue against the slit, swiping the precum away. It sat salty and tangy on their tongue, mixing with their saliva as they let drool push past their lips and down his shaft. A small suck was given once more before they were pushing on, head bobbing slightly as he began prodding the back of their throat. Their fingers wrapped around the rest of his shaft, mindlessly tugging as their free hand lifted to gently fondle his balls. Sage let out some low gutteral noise at the action, something so swift Ceres nearly missed it. Nearly.

Daring to push further, they nearly gagged on Sage as they breathed through their nose, feeling him prod the back of their throat.

Ceres had once asked Aaliyah how she had done it. The Sheikah, at the time laughed with a small shake of her head before giving some half-baked excuse of ‘Besides not having a gag reflex? I jam my thumb into my palm and hope dick sucking isn’t the way I go’. But as the familiar burning erupted in the back of her throat, Ceres threw all caution to the wind and clenched her thumb against the center of their palm. It quelled the nausea rather quickly and Ceres almost surprised themself with how much further they dared to go.

Out of their peripheral, they watched Aaliyah on her own knees. One of her hands was between her thighs, giving a subtle jerk while the other pressed against Legend’s hip, neither clenched. So either what she said was real and she didn’t have a gag reflex or-...Ceres paused.

Nope, didn’t wanna think about it. Right now, their focus was on Sage and Sage alone.

Their eyes gazed back up to his face. His own eyes lidded softly as he watched them take him to the hilt. He rocked forward softly, the tip nudging the back of her throat each time. “There ya go, I knew you had it in you.”

Ceres whined around him, the vibration sending a chill up his spine. She pulled back only slightly, catching another view of Aaliyah out of the corner of their eye. Legend had one hand against the wall above her, the other tangled deeply into her white locks. They had to admit that the view sent a shock to their core. Sage noticed the way they watched, if only for a moment. He chuckled, his chest shaking with the action. “Look at you, not even ten minutes ago you wanted to rip his head off. And now you’re getting off just watching him use her.” He took his free hand and ran it over their cheek, patting it just on the edge of too rough. They took the hint, pulling off of him with a small gag and cough, a mix of spit and cum dripping down her chin. “Go.”

They looked up at him, confused for a moment. Before they could ask, he was pulling their hair so they rose to their feet, looking him in the eye. “I said, go. Or are we back on our rebellious streak?”

Ceres winced, giving a small nod before he was dismissing them. They scampered over where Legend had his head down, his own eyes practically glowing under the curtain of his bangs. From beneath him Aaliyah probably did shine as she glared up at him, mouth full and cheeks flushed. If looks could kill, Legend would probably have died at the mouth of her at this point. Her lip raised just a bit and Ceres watched as the edges of Aaliyah’s canines (Who she’d been on the sharp receiving end more than a few times) dragged along the red flesh of his shaft. The man hissed and his knuckles matched her hair with the grip he had on her hair.

In a blink and you’ll miss it moment, Ceres nearly missed the red staining the very tips of her teeth.

But still, they seemed to be in some sort of stand-off, seeing who’d back down first. With Aaliyah it was unlikely, but Legend was as stubborn as they came. (heheh came.)

“There. I’ve fixed your problem.” Sage called, tying his hair up into a messy bun before looking over at the trio. His bicep flexed and with it the tattoo around it.

Ceres watched him from the corner of their eye, trying to figure out what exactly they were supposed to do other than just awkwardly stand over them and watch. A slap rang out across the room, Ceres gasping in shock and pain. Aaliyah pulled back a bit to see their face, watching as the red returned to frame her freckles. Legend jerked the Sheikah’s head back to where it should be, hissing down at her. “Your focus is on me right now.” Aaliyah’s eyes burned holes into Legend’s as she took him back into her mouth.

“Actually, let's trade.”

Ceres turned back to him now, eyes wide. “What-”

“Oh we are back on the rebellious streak! Here,” He grabbed her arm, pushing her into the other man as he retrieved Aaliyah from the floor, “you can put them back into their place.”

Ceres gasped as her back hit the wall, Legend now face to face with them. “I was perfectly fine where I was.”

“And now you’ll be so with me then. Won’t you, squirrel?” His voice fell low, nose brushing their cheek as he continued. “I’ll stop if you don’t want this.”

They took a shaky breath, watching his hands travel down towards their waist as she thought it over. “Please don’t-”

Legend gave a gentle nod, treating them as if nothing had changed. His fingers were gentle and his looks sweet, never once turning to the bitter and spiteful challenge that he had looked at Aaliyah with. His lips were gentle pecks against her own, loving and sweet, full of a longing Ceres didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.

Their chest thrummed with something foreign but they refused to dwell on it, wrapping their arms around his neck and threading their fingers in his hair.

Sage scoffed at the sight. He didn’t know when he became a marriage counselor but he’d add it to his resume. Looking away, his eyes found his own match, watching her stand from her place on the ground. She gave a grumpy little grunt before looking over at him. She looked angry on the surface but in between the lines of gold and topaz lining her irises he could see the fear of a life once lived still rearing its ugly head. So, he opened his arms and let her come to him.

She did so, feeling his arms lock around her waist and against the ink on her lower back as her own cupped his cheeks. Sage gave her a smile that seemed less sharp than normal. “You did so good, snowdrop.” He whispered against her lips, feeling her breath puff against his cupid’s bow. “Listened perfectly, did as I asked.” His one hand trailed lower, giving her ass a squeeze before dipping into the cup between the cheek and her thigh. “Fuck, you were hot. Could see every time you wanted to bite.”

Between the planes of their crotches, his cock began to harden between them as he raised her leg against his hip. The Sheikah gave a stuttered breath, looking between them before back up at him, eyes lighting up in a challenge. Before she could open her mouth he gave a hard rut against her, the head of his cock catching the hood of her clit and making her crumble. “That’s my good fucking girl. Always such a well trained whore. Bet you want nothing more than to be all cock-drunk and make me do the thinking for you and that little doll back there, huh?” Sage teased, feeling the way Aaliyah shuddered.

She nipped at his collarbone, teeth sharp and probably dragging cuts into the flesh that would blend with all the other ones she gave him. Yet, no true objections came.

Sage had none himself. Like he had said earlier, he and Aaliyah had been together long enough for her to understand one thing. With good behavior came rewards, (hehe came) and she had earned the right to let herself drown in pleasure with no other words but his name on her tongue.

He now pushed against the wall next to the other couple, her back hitting harshly. One hand held her leg around his waist, the other reaching down to where they were briefly meeting. Her hands never left his hair, the bun already falling around his face. She whimpered against his lips when they met hers again, the feeling rough but not nearly as rough as she was expecting from him. His hand sprawled across her pelvis, thumb easily finding her clit and rubbing small circles just above it.

She bucked her hips into his, trying to glide his dick into her along with getting him to touch where she needed him. “Please-”

“Now you’re begging for it? Damn, maybe I should do this more often.” He laughed, slowly guiding himself to line up with her entrance. “You want this cock that bad? That you’re begging for me to fuck you? I knew you were a whore, but this is a new low. Even for you.”

She whined again, rutting into him once more. “Sage, please-”

He leaned in closer to her, breath brushing against her lips as he spoke. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He laughed in her ear softly as he pushed up into her. She hissed out at the sensation. She never forgot how big he was, it was hard to do, but each time it seemed like her body had forgotten for her. Stretching and struggling to adjust to his size.

Ceres watched them from the corner of their eye, breathing growing heavy as Legend bit down onto their neck. A small cry of his name left her lips, hands tangling further into his pink locks.

“Don’t tell me you're distracted by him again.” Legend hissed into their ear, his own hand coming down to cup her sex. Ceres sucked in a breath, ears twitching to pick up small breath gasps and the lewd little noises coming from beside her. Sage remained a silent pillar, head burrowed between a tanned neck and snowy hair, but Ceres knew who the noises were coming from.

“Not him.”

Legend hummed, gently tracing their entrance. A finger prodded past the ring of muscles, making them twitch as she let out her own noise. He pumped to his second knuckle picking up a smooth and steady rhythm. “Her then?”

A second finger joined the first. Maybe they were just deprived, or maybe they had missed Legend more than they cared to admit to themselves, but already their orgasm burned in their gut. The man knew all the right spots and where exactly to hit them, so it was almost impossible not to. Their hand reached down, wrapping around his jolting cock and making the man give a grumbled curse.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?” Ceres snipped, rolling their shoulders against the smooth wood of the wall behind them. The gentle chill cleared their head enough to regain some composure. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Legend gave a grunt, rutting into their hand in time with his fingers. “Can’t say that I am.”

Ceres scoffed again, pulling at his hair as the coil in their gut wound tighter and tighter. So close to snapping they could practically feel it already.

Then Legend pulled his fingers free.

She whined, an actual clear as day whine. “Don’t stop. Please.” They pulled on his cock again, earning another rock into their hand.

He took a shaky breath, pulling back from her just far enough that he left her hand. “The bed. Come on.” He pulled her arms towards himself, getting her off of the wall and turned in the direction of the bed. They stumbled into the edge of it, turning so they were laying on their back on the edge of the bed. He shook his head as he approached them. “Turn around.”

They swallowed thickly, nodding slowly to the man before doing as he asked and turning over onto their stomach. He reached under their hips, pulling them up so that their knees were just barely on the bed, their head resting against the cooling sheets. His contrastingly warm hands ran over each side of her ass, squeezing it tightly before giving each cheek a few quick slaps. They whined again, his name coming to her lips once more.

“I know, I know. Just let me enjoy the view for a minute.” His hand suddenly tangled into their hair pulling it back and towards the wall that Sage had Aaliyah pinned against. “You understand, don’t you, squirrel?”

They attempted to nod, eyes watering slightly at the tug on their hair.

“See? I knew you’d come around.”

Across the room, Sage was rutting into Aaliyah harder, the pictures scattered across the wood shaking on their nails. Small cries of his name continued to leave her, his back being marked harshly by her claws digging into his skin.

If Ceres had to choose a word to describe the poor Sheikah, it would be debauched. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, staring into nothing and damn near rolling into the back of her head as she grappled onto Sage like a lifeline. Their thighs shined with whatever fluids were being dripped between them and she didn’t even seem phased by it. So focused on the man before her and him alone. Her hair was fuzzy and looked knotted even from here, with bite marks trailing up and down her neck and shoulders, but that seemed normal for the duo in all honesty.

No, what really set this apart was the way Sage watched her. He always had an eye on her in situations like these, with Wild and Cal and with Twilight, but this time Ceres could see the way he watched her every breath. Every hiccup. Every little twitch of her entire nervous system as her brain seemed to lag behind, too doped on endorphins and adrenaline to care. And he adapted to it. His lips brushed along her ear, against the second hoop, gently kissing it as he whispered whatever it was into her ears. He held her tight enough to his body there was no fear of dropping her even with the support of the wall.

Ceres didn’t know who’s place she wanted to be in. (which yeah same tbh)

Behind them, Legend laid a gentle kiss on their spine. “There you go.” The heat of his skin pooled against their own as he moved closer, the head of his cock gently prodding their opening. “You okay?”

“Please.” Ceres hiccuped, fingers curling into the sheets. “You’ve teased enough haven’t you?”

Legend chuckled, one of his hands leaving their hips before gently guiding himself. In one slick movement he pushed in and Ceres let out a sharp gasp. Legend himself hissed in pleasure before he was finally sheathed.

They took a moment to breathe, appreciating that Legend gave them that before he pulled back and pushed back in. Their body rocked forward, hips attempting to push back against him instinctively. His breathing grew ragged quickly, the feeling of them helping work him along with the tight drag of her walls overwhelming. “Pulling me back in like that. I’d dare say you did miss me.” He laughed, running his hand down from her hair to the small of their back. He pushed down slightly, the pressure sending a new wave of pleasure through Ceres.

“Tha- that's one way to put it.” They mumbled out, head falling back towards the sheets below them. He chuckled breathlessly before picking up his pace. His new pace and the new pressure allowed him to go deeper than before, nudging just against where they needed him to be.

Aaliyah whimpered, her eyes falling on the way Legend had Ceres pinned to the bed. Her hips rocked back up into Sage’s. He noticed where her gaze had gone, taking silent note of it. “You like watching them? Like watching the way he takes her apart like I do to you?” She nodded, her eyes staying on the way Ceres’ face moved with each thrust into them. “Do you want me to do that to you? Bend you over the bed and fuck you for all your worth?”

“I want you-”

“That’s not what I asked, Snowdrop.” He pushed up into her again, his thumb finding her clit easily once more. “I asked if you want me to bend you over the bed.”

Her eyes fluttered closed when he asked the question, the way his thumb was rubbing her just right. Along with the rough drag of him inside of her would send her to the edge quickly. The sweet sounds pouring out of Ceres’ lips only added to the way her stomach turned into a tight knot. “Please do.”

It didn’t take him more than that, lifting her from the wall completely and carrying her to the bed. He dropped her across from the other duo. His hands helped situate her so that her and Ceres were face to face, asses in the air for each to use as they pleased. Aaliyah almost began to beg again, but was stopped by the familiar stretch ripping through her.

She all but crumbled into a heap, light flashing behind her eyelids as her thighs quivered. Ceres watched in a great deal of amusement, using one hand to cup the Sheikah’s cheek. Behind her Legend gave a swift smack to her ass. “There, now you have your friend all up close and personal.”

From behind her, Sage trailed a hand along her back, past the trail of stale scars and streaks of gloomy back and rooted his hand into the base of Aaliyah’s hair. “An audience to watch you be my perfect little cum dump, hm? All you’re good for at the moment really. Maybe a real nice tit sucker if Ceres can ask real nicely.”

Legend’s own hand pushed further on her spine. “You want that? Wanna be sucked and milked dry like a fucking dairy cow? Oh, I bet you’d love that. Have you creaming all over my cock.”

Aaliyah gave some sort of noise, neither a complaint or an acceptance, but from the way her head lolled to look up at Ceres, they weren’t even sure she was mentally processing any of this.

Sage seemed to notice this too, giving a cruel chuckle as he leaned in over her back. “Or are you fucked too dumb to listen to a word we’re saying? Nothing but cock filling that pretty little head of yours? Makes sense with a perverted slut like you. At least now these two know the truth.”

Ceres swallowed tightly as Aaliyah shook her head, but her defiance didn’t seem to hold any real merit. Another swat at their ass had Ceres shooting up, her hands supporting her weight as Legend continued to drill into them. “Gonna let her suck your tits, squirrel? Put her mouth to more use than just the useless yapping it’s doing right now?”

“Please!” Ceres cried out, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Hear that, snowdrop? Go on, show that little tease how good you can be with your mouth. Don’t wanna disappoint me now, do you?” Sage snipped, pulling out enough Aaliyah could lazily roll to her back. From there, the Sheikah reached with shaky hands fondling the flesh before bringing a pebbled nipple to her mouth. She gave it a few licks and open mouth kisses before Sage was once again spearing into her and she was left crying around the bud. Ceres twitched at the feeling, their hips giving a harsh jut as the coil wound tighter and tighter.

Aaliyah followed suit, the way she was repeatedly split open sending her towards her end faster than before. The spew of words falling from Sage’s mouth didn’t help one bit. Her eyes rolled back as her tongue lolled around Ceres’ nipple. Her own words and silent begging beginning to leave her.

“She really is fucked dumb, isn’t she? Wanna be like that? Wanna cum all over my cock with your tit in her mouth. Come on, Ceres. Show them how much of a slut you can be for me. And only me.” Legend’s thrusts picked up even more, his hands findinging their place on either side of their hips to pull them back against him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and goddesses be damned if they didn’t cum on his cock first. He reached under them, quickly finding their clit and pushing two fingers against it harshly. They bucked back, a moan closer to a scream filling the room. “There ya go, squirrel. Just like you always do.” Her hips shook violently as she grew closer from the stimulation all over her body.

Small moans of different names slipped from their lips, one hand coming up to grab at Aaliyah’s matted hair.

Sage laughed at the sight, “Didn’t think it would be that easy to get you to the same state of mind, doll. Fuck, look at you both. Too drunk to do anything but take what we give you.”

It was sudden and all at once when Aaliyah screamed out, clenching around Sage tightly in an effort to ride out the high as long as possible. He didn’t slow in the least, fucking her through it and then after.

“Atta fucking girl!” He praised, grin widening as something warm and wet splashed against his thighs. She withered and squirmed the entire time, light momentarily blinding her vision as stars swam in her head.

Ceres watched the scene with wide eyes before her entire core was shattering and she was curling in on themself, momentarily spasming against Legend, who stilled inside of them. His cock gave a hard twitch before spilling inside of them, dripping past their opening and down their thighs. He gave a staggered little noise as they clenched around him.

Sage huffed in amusement leaning down to press his forehead to Aaliyah’s, one of his hands cradling the back of her head so she was no longer under Ceres. She was making those soft noises she always did when she was too overstimulated to think past surface level feelings, making him chuckle.

“There’s my good girl.” He hummed once more, feeling her clench and cry out before he was rutting up against her as far as possible, painting her insides a pretty white. He gave a low grunt at the action, pressing a searing kiss to her lips and letting her cling to him desperately.

When he pulled away, she hid in his chest, letting her breathing even out as she closed her eyes. Across from them, Ceres looked blissed out and mindless, laying on their arms with a glossy look in their eyes. Then there was Legend, leaning on Ceres’ back and giving a few heavy pants before looking up at Sage.

“Got something to say, dickwad?”

Sage only grinned. “ They did say they hoped you’d get scratched up.”

Legend shot a few choice words at him, but Sage paid it little mind. He briefly wondered what scheme they would try next to exclude him.

Maybe next time he’d bring the old man…Or his wife.

#LU OC #Linked Universe oc #Aaliyah <3 #Ceres <3 #lu sage #lu legend #nsft #linked universe #lu

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