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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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Actually, whatever link you think is best for eating out a reader lol

You have good taste (no pun intended) I trust your judgement here

Eating S/o Out HCs (Adult Link)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗶 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘇 𝗳𝗮𝗻, 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗲𝗵𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 (𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹) 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗟𝗢𝗟

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Skyward Sword

Favorite Position?

You? Sitting on his face.

Sleepy boy likes to take things easy

So having you grind on his tongue all you want while he’s laying in bed? The absolute dream

He definitely won’t be too loud when he’s with you since his mouth is a little more than occupied

But you can earn yourself a groan or two from him whenever you dug at his hair

He probably likes the fact that he has the perfect view of your expressions while you make yourself feel good

But try not to run away from his mouth when things start to feel too good

Because he’ll be quick to grab your hips and keep you right where you started

He might seem a bit lazy but the Hero of the Skies is always gonna finish what he started- including you <3

Twilight Princess

Favorite Position?

You on your back with his face between your thighs of course!

I’m talking full-on muff diving

He’s 1000% the type to enjoy eating you out just because he has so much control over your body and your pleasure like this

Not to mention, he can watch you squirm and whine all he wants with the perfect view

He’s definitely really good at reading what you need and want from him

And he’s even better a giving or denying you that too, unfortunately

But if you’re close, you’ll get exactly what you want as long as you beg for it <3

And I mean really beg for it- wolf boy is a sweetheart but he doesn’t work for free

Though just try not to act too surprised when he tongue fucks you through an orgasm

Breath of the Wild

Favorite Position?

Him kneeling before you as you throw a leg over his shoulder and he goes to town

Bonus points for him if he can get away with eating you out while outside and against some random tree

They don’t call him wild for nothing <3

Now he’s been out of the game for a little bit so he might be a little rusty

But don’t worry- he makes up for all of that with his enthusiasm hehe

Out of the Links, he’s the one who will practically beg you to let him go down on you because he’s bored and has nothing to do while dinner cooks

But whatever happens…do NOT pull his hair. no matter how good it feels

You don’t want to encourage him too much while he’s already up your skirt

You do want to be able to walk on your own two legs later, right?

Hyrule Warriors

Favorite Position?

69 with you on top, naturally

He’s definitely a bit of an ass man so I hope you don’t mind him spreading and playing with some cheeks

And of course, he loves the feeling of your lips wrapped around his dick don’t get me wrong

But to him? It’s not as good as seeing you try to look back at him when he’s going crazy on that clit

He obviously going to be good at what he does- like have you seen him

With the way he fights it’s should come as no surprise that his first move is going to be trying to overwhelm his opponent (or in this case, you <3)

Loves receiving and giving sure but he’s the type of guy to get off on seeing his partner whimper and moan and struggle to keep up

So you can expect things to get a little more than heated as he attempts to make you scream his name

He won’t stop until you’ve made a mess of his face so you better hold onto to something- like that scarf perhaps?? ;]

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mylove-iv · 29 days

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❝goddesses, he wants you in some primal, wild way.❞

ʚ aged up, twilight x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the hero of twilight yearns for you and he is determined to have you.

genres: romance.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

reader specifications: reader is written dressed in silk, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: suggestive, implied predator/prey play, hints at dubious consent but isn’t depicted.

word count: 417 words.

author’s note: mmh feral twilight- based and inspired by this post on pinterest!

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, mar. 26, 2023

ʚ part ii ɞ | ʚ masterlist ɞ

Twilight’s fingers tilt your chin up and the scene before you causes you to freeze in place, petrified almost as if you'd gazed into a gorgon's stony eyes.

Though his touch is soft, gentle even, his eyes were a stark contrast to his delicate grip on your chin.

Electric blue eyes seemed to light ablaze with fires of passion and hunger, they darkened as they traced every tantalizing feature of yours.

His thumb softly smooths itself against the skin of your jaw before he moves closer. His musky scent of molten amber and cinnamon enveloping you whole, causing a wave of heat and fire to spread beneath your skin.

"Run." Twilight's voice sends shocks of electricity buzzing through your veins.

Lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, the man forcibly holds himself back from pouncing on you right at this moment as you shiver at the contact.

There you stood in front of him, finally in his grasp and his for the taking, draped in the softest white silk as the skin of your tantalizing shoulders and neck teases him insane.

You look up to the man towering over you, eyes becoming doe-like and a growl rips itself from Twilight's throat. "If I catch you," His lips slowly move downwards, teasing against the sweet skin of the junction between your neck and shoulder.

Twilight's lips stop and hover over your pulse point, his mouth watering at the sweet, addicting scent you emanate. "I take you as mine."

He smells the spike of your heat and his electrifying blue eyes nearly roll back at your scent. "You have till that ridge to clear." He hums softly, not bothering to mask the want and desire dripping from his words.

You open your mouth to speak but he hushes you and you realize the situation you're in as his eyes, a soft blue-silver hue in the moon's light, pierces your own. "Run, or I take you here and now."

Twilight pulls away, albeit unwillingly, and soaks in the entirety of you. He sees your hesitance and you don't move, biting your bottom lip softly causing a growl to leave his lips at your ministration as Twilight resists the urge of his to capture your lips and bite it himself.

‘Soon.’ He promises himself as a wolfish grin works its way onto his lips.

His eyes suddenly darken and you finally take a step back before he quickly closes on you once more, bringing his lips to your ear. "Run."

#𝐢𝐯'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.°♡༉‧₊#legend of zelda: gallery of twilight ༉‧₊˚✧#legend of zelda #twilight princess #loz #tp #legend of zelda link x reader #twilight princess link x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #linked universe smut #linked universe fluff #lu #lu twilight #lu twilight x reader #twilight x reader #link x reader #link x fem reader #reader insert

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hystericstar · 10 months

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I don't know if you do multiples but could I have some headcanons for HW!Link, TP!Link and BotW/TotK!Link with a fem s/o with a pear like body(small chest big hips) that they are insecure about? (bcitotallyhavethatbodytypeandwanttofeellovedlikethat)

All body types are beautiful and equally worthy of love <33

I hope these bring you the comfort you seek!

cw: nothing just very fluffy smut headcannons :)

! MDNI !

➳ Hyrule warriors link ➳

You’re insecure? What? How? How can you not see that you shine brighter than hylia herself? He simply can’t stand for that.

takes you to a private room with a window over looking the courtyard

he pulls a chair to the window and sits you on his lap facing outside and slides his hand down to your folds

”you see that lady over there? Yeah, she is nothing compared to you. That dress suits you more too, wouldn’t you agree darling?”

mirror sex

Him going agonizingly slow, feeling you up and down and forcing you to look at yourself

“Everything you see is worthy of love. I’m not gonna stop till you remember that. Now, why don’t you brag to me about how hot you are and maybe I’ll reward you. How’s that sound, hmm?”

𐂅 Twilight princess link 𐂅

Hickeys. Hickeys everywhere.

oh, you don’t like your hips? He loves them.

unsatisfied with your chest? He will pinch, lick, and suck on your breasts for hours.

he’s gonna give you reasons to love yourself, better yet- he’ll show you

he will not hesitate to remind you of your pure radiance

one negative comment about yourself and he will drop whatever he was previously doing to worship you

”darlin’, you’re too unique to go around feelin’ bad about yourself. Here, lemme show you what I see.”

ᘏ botw/totk link ᘎ

chances are, he already knew by the way he watched you eye yourself in the mirror.

so, while you’re asleep, he sneaks off to ventest clothing and pays Cece a visit

She gladly helps him create an absolutely divine set of clothing. It highlights and accentuates your body in all the best ways

the moment you wake he is adamant that you wear the outfit

“oh, look at you. Carefull now, you might make the heavens jealous.”

spends most of the day dancing with you, lovingly caressing every part of your body that he can

it doesn’t take long before the clothing gets yanked off though

as pretty as you looked, you were even prettier bare

massages your hips and leaves wet kisses all over your waist and chest

”now what do you see that I don’t?”

makes you tell him exactly what you don’t like about your body, tells you exactly why he loves your body

”how can you dislike a body that’s so huggable?”

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

you being sad makes them sad! Nobody can love you more than you love yourself, and they’re a living reminder of that <33

thank you for requesting!!

#loz x reader #loz link #loz x reader smut #link x reader smut #botw link x reader #botw x reader #botw link x reader smut #hw link x reader smut #hyrule warriors link #tp link x reader smut #totk link x reader #totk link #totk x reader #twilight princess link x reader smut #twilight princess link x reader

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monpalace · 1 year

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Twilight is an attentive lover, but he's most used to the affections shared between couples in Ordon— whether he's with the other Links or not. He's always willing to change something he's doing for his significant other so long as it's within his moral values.

Dates are strange if you can excuse his dislike for sitting in fancy restaurants and being crowded around others. He prefers going on walks in towns or (preferably) a forest due to his more rural upbringing.

He prefers using nicknames as opposed to his significant other's name. Doll, sweetheart, and beau are some of his favorites, but he has a much more expansive list. On the off chance he does use their real name, it's likely to call their attention or show his displeasure.

Between being a rancher, the (one of) Goddesses’ Chosen Hero(es), entertaining Ordon’s children, and trekking throughout all eras of Hyrule; Twilight has quite a busy schedule.

The most downtime he has is between past sundown and a few hours before sunup. He knows his significant other might not have the same schedule as him, so he always offers to bring them along with him. He rarely asks them to assist in anything he has to do, not wanting them to get their hands dirty regardless of if they do similar work.

Twilight is just like his (great?) grandfather in terms of being a gentleman. He'll open doors, offer his hand when getting off something or over puddles, and stand behind them when going up stairs regardless of if they're bigger or smaller than him.

Unlike a few other Links, Twilight is the type of lover to walk on the side of the road where all the horses and carriages are, gently pulling his significant other to the side where the danger isn't.

(Wind and Wild are the types to pull someone into the middle of the road with them while traffic is high.)

Twilight isn't the best gift giver and it's a fact he's very aware of. He prefers acts of service, quality time, and physical touch when it comes to giving his significant other a love language. In return, he doesn't quite care which one he receives given his lack of experience in relationships, though any of them are enough to make him flustered.

He loves public displays of affection when he's around the other Links or anyone from Ordon— the issue comes up when it's around anyone with a noble background. He knows he saved his Hyrule, but royalty always makes him nervous. An easy workaround for him is to completely avoid any event he's invited to, but he's easily persuaded into joining.

You can feel Twilight's hands become clammy beneath the gloves he wore. He tries to inconspicuously wipe them off on his button-up, the lace of the collar and the way your arm looped through his made it look more awkward than he intended.

I hate this, he signs as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. I don't know why you talked me into this.

Ignoring his words, you fix the tie that lay between the lace, eyes just barely sliding over the nobility of Hyrule that surrounded you. “Relax,” you respond in a hushed whisper, placing a hand on his rigid back, “they're Hylians, not Bokoblins. They won't eat you.”

Almost against his will, Twilight’s spine begins to curve when you pull away. The arm that held onto his moves to instead grab hold of his hold, pulling him through the conversing crowd to one of the less populated hallways.

The air was less suffocating to him, thankfully, but his muscles still ached from his stiffness.

Twilight has to clear his throat to remove the wavering feeling from it. “You don't think they’ll talk?” His voice was low, almost a murmur of fear. “Do I look fine? Do you think they think I look fine? Is my—”

You shush him by placing a hand on the nape of his neck, carefully minding his slicked hair, and pulling him closer so he could be level. “They don't care,” you hum. You press a kiss to his cheek, ignoring how he chases after you pull away. “They really don't,” you reiterate, “just calm down and act somewhat natural.”

“Do we have to go back?”

“Yes.”

Twilight's mood quickly dampens once more.

(So much for the Hero of Courage.)

#no pronouns used #(they/them used when mentioned)#like i said 🧍🏽 loz/lu requests open #grim's scribbles #i havent written hcs in so long 🗿#I WOULD KILL FOR TWI TO BE MY BF FRFR #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #linked universe twilight x reader #legend of zelda twilight x reader #twilight princess x reader #twilight princess link x reader

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rinstaro · 1 year

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minors do not interact

don’t u love when ur talking about something and ur hot sexy beefcake boyfriend twilight is only half listening and staring into the depths of your soul cause you’re wearing one of his shirts and you just look so stupidly cute in it and it makes him want to squeeze you and kiss you and maybe make you cum til you can’t see straight <333

but he still wants you to know he’s listening so he sits you on his lap and starts playing with your poor clit while he demands you to keep talking <33 finish your story, sweetheart or you don’t get to cum <3333

#kores.blurbs #kore.writes #i aM. thirsty #twilight #loz #link smut #link x reader #twilight princess link x reader

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pinkalmondcake · 8 months

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Tis Manga TP Link time~

I just had to make this! It's been on my mind the whole day yesterday so I finally got the quick little time to set up a scenario and the personality as well as examples to create it as I imagined it taking place after the events of Twilight Princess where he still remains in Ordon in this scenario✨

I hope you all enjoy this Link as well 🥰💖

masterlist

Lil sneak peak of his personality 👀✨

#legend of zelda #link #loz link #loz #link loz #link x reader #link x you #twilight princess link x reader #tp link x reader #link x y/n #almondsai #manga tp link x reader

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typecastwritesssss · 1 year

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Chapters: 28/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link (Legend of Zelda) & Reader, Link (Legend of Zelda)/Reader, Link/Original Female Character(s), Ashei/Shad (Legend of Zelda), Renado/Telma (Legend of Zelda), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Reader Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Possession, Fluff and Angst, Apothecary, Link (Legend of Zelda) - Freeform, Talking Link (Legend of Zelda), Midna (Legend of Zelda) - Freeform, Queen Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Minor Original Character(s), The Resistance (The Legend of Zelda), References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, extrapolating from minor pieces of lore, Post-Game(s), Post-Twilight Princess, Slow To Update Summary:

The reader runs a small apothecary in Castle Town two years after the Twilit Crisis. One day she stumbles upon a mysterious wolf in the streets of Castle Town, and befriending it soon leads her on an adventure across all of Hyrule...

This is the first fanfic I've had the heart to publish. Kudos and comments are much appreciated! Thank you all for reading!

(If you've seen this before, know I crosspost to other sites!)

#the legend of zelda #twilight princess #link x reader #twilight princess link x reader #my works #apothecary #fanfic #writing #apothecary fanfic

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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One day

Masterlist

Requested by: @brynnaraye

Pairing Link x Female!Reader

Request: Hi hello lol, I saw your requests are open and I've had this idea in the back of my head for a while... Can you do a Twilight Princess Link x female reader (in a pre-established relationship) where she wants to surprise him with a little picnic date or something to give him a break from having to save Hyrule and the Twilight Realm and the stress that comes with it? She brings all his favorite foods in a cute little basket and blanket, and wears a cute little sundress and looks all cute for him (if you know what I mean👀),, also idk how important it would be but if you'd write anything that would imply heights can the reader be a bit taller than him, not like, a ton, but a noticeable amount..

Game/Version: Twilight princess

Declaimer: I headcanon Link as mute and that’s how i write for him. In my fics he uses sign language

You had gotten pretty used to waking up to Link's side of the bed empty,some days you'd catch glimpses of him before he would leave again. Today however he was still asleep when you woke up. You decided to get up and make breakfast,when you noticed how nice the weather was you decided to make some sandwiches for lunch and put everything in the basket. Not only was the weather nice but it was also really hot,Link was still asleep but the rustling of you rummaging through your closet woke him up.

"Y/N"

"Well,good morning"

"Is it morning already? I feel like I just closed my eyes"

"Come on,I made breakfast" when you saw him he was back in his green tunic. "Why are you dressed?"

"I have to get back to-"

"No no No,you're taking a break today. Hyrule isn't going to turn to dust if you take a break for a day"

"Okay I'll take a break. That dress is beautiful,you're beautiful" You pulled him closer and kissed his forehead and cheeks.

"Thank you"

***

It didn't take long to find a beautiful place for the picnic. He put his head on your lap and immediately fell asleep,he had barely been up for a few hours. Running your fingers through his hair,he moved closer to you. You kept running your fingers through his hair until he woke up. You handed him one of the sandwiches you made,they were one of his favorites. Whenever you asked what he wanted he'd always say the same thing. It was good to see him like this,ever since he found out he was the one who needed to save Hyrule you barely saw him. He always had this look on his face whenever he was eating,he looked so happy,in the last few weeks you hadn't seen that look. He noticed you staring.

"Something wrong?"He asked

"No,it's just good to see you"

"I missed you too,but I need to do this" You tried to say something but he quickly stopped you "Alone,I can't risk anything happening to you"

“Just try to come back home,I just wanna know your safe”

“I’ll try to stop by more,I promise”

#link x reader #twilight princess #twilight princess link #tp link x reader #twilight princess link x reader #link imagine #link fanfic #TP Link #loz twilight princess #Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess #twilight #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda tp #legend of zelda

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baddoggylore · 1 year

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Giant link x reader [I still love you!]

No one’s pov

Link was a hero not just any hero. A Giant one!, of course at first everyone may know him as the giant hero. You however call him your Giant friend, you cared for him when he was being bullied, when you first met him you weren’t scared of him, he was only a child and you were too. You wanted him too be happy so that’s what your goal was…

However he became the hero of hyrule at a young age, you both currently are 17, you discovered link can turn from human too wolf. Of course he was still a giant wolf, when he first came too you telling you about what happened you still cared for him and you did love him..but he seemed too love Midna a lot but when she left, link was heartbroken and it hurt you.

He did feel better but of course you couldn’t tell him you loved him no matter what you did, but Link noticed the look in your eyes, the smile he once loved was sad and not real, did he do something wrong?, why do you seem so sad?, it worried him and when you two were alone he finally asked you “[Name] I noticed you’ve been acting strange..did I do something wrong..?” He asked softly

“Huh? No no no it’s not you I promise you it’s not you” you lied. It was him, you wanted him but you couldn’t say anything ‘why can’t you see I love you..’ is all you thought. “You can tell me..I promise I’m not gonna be upset at you at all” he reached for you, you froze when he wrapped his hand gently around your body and bringing you up too his face “I’m sorry if I hurt you I don’t mean too-“ “link it’s because of Midna! You loved her that’s what hurt!” You said as he was surprised yet confused “I did but why would that hu-“ “it hurts me because I still love you!!, I don’t hate you”

Link felt bad now but felt his face heat up, his old friend was upset because he loved someone else, “you love me..? I love you as well I just didn’t wanna say anything because I thought it was a dumb crush I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner” he honestly felt bad as you blushed but felt bad “I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner either..” you said as link held you close too him “I’ll protect you from anything” he kissed you gently you happily kissed back

#x reader #legend of zelda #twilight princess link x reader

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c0smoshit · 9 months

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Closer ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Twilight/fem!Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Twi wants to be closer to you ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!!, cockwarming, p in v obviously, cowgirl, allusion to hickies, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm so down bad for this mfking wolf god-

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 571

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

The night was especially quiet, shiny fireflies fluttering quietly their little wings, contrary to the squacking sound cuckoos made into the night breeze. You knew how much Link loved nights like this, quiet and calm ones.

Well, It would've been a pleasant night if your guts were nestling nicely inside of you instead on being absolutely demolished by your boyfriend.

Your thighs were already numb on top of him, covered in a mixture of his saliva and your own sweat, creating a glistening glow on your skin.

"Stay still"

His husky voice took you out of your trance, you then felt his hands gripping hardly your thighs, as if he didn't want you to move.

What?

This was the first time he behaved like this with you, he didn't even prep you before sliding himself inside. And now he didn't want you to move?

Maybe it was because you told him how cold you were, the night breeze leaking through your window and into your shared bedroom, enough to make you shiver under the mattress.

You stayed silent with your bare arms wrapped around him, your body pressing against his warmer one. You hid your face on his neck, trying to surpress your evident hornyness on top of him.

You knew he was one squeeze away from going mad bellow you, trying to control his hunger for you by gripping your legs. He was hard and he ached for you, his ragged breathing coming out of his hot mouth.

Your whines and quiet pleasured sounds almost made him grab your waist and flip you over so you could scream properly. But he didn't, the rancher wanted to enjoy your warm walls around him, to memorize them when he only had his fist to remember.

"Please"

Link's ears perked up at your needy whisper, breath fanning his neck before you squeezed him hardly, making him groan out.

"Don't do that darlin' "

He warned you, pulling you off his neck and watching as a string of saliva united his jugular and your mouth. He throbbed at the sight, red and plump lips matched with your so lovely eyes, now hooded with desire and want.

His hips twitched, his mind flooded with you, images of you squirming as he rammed himself into you, scratching his back as the animal he was, how good you'd look moaning and gagging his name.

You moaned at the sudden movement, gripping his shoulders tighter as you whined a quiet "Link..."

"I know, I know... Just a bit more"

He tried to reassure you, whispering how good you were for him, letting him feel you up as you sat there obediently.

"I'll fuck you so good after this princess"

The nickname did it for you, it always did. Your thighs clenched around his waist, head falling against his shoulder as you tried to control yourself. It just felt so good.

But you muttering out his name in such a sensual way also did it for him, trailing his hands higher until they met your waist he finally rolled your hips on top of his. You both sighed out in harmony, the pleasure increasing thanks to the fact that you both were being slightly overstimulated by this.

His teeth found the junction of your shoulder and your neck, speeding up his movements needily.

This was going to be a long night.

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manias-wordcount · 8 months

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Can I request a Twlight Link where reader gets hurt? Like she gets hurt and starts to bleed a lot from her hand or something and Link's reaction and what he does? If not that's fine.

Just a Little Scratch (TP! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘇 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟭𝟬+ 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re not really sure what happened.

One minute you’re fine. One minute everything is dandy. There’s a smile on your face. Laughter spouting from your lips. You’re walking along the same path as you always do. Speaking to your childhood best friend as you always do. Enjoying the sounds of nature and animals and the peace like you always do. Wind in your hair. Sun in your sky. Everything fine. You’re doing just dandy.

But then the next minute, you’re out of breath, and your eyesight is blurry. Suddenly you find yourself a couple of feet away from the path, buried within tall, tall blades of grass as your back hits an even taller tree. Pain explodes on your arm, and you’re not really sure when you started crying. Not really sure of when you fell or if you tripped you managed to land so far away from the path you take to your favorite part of the woods near the village.

But all you know is that you’re here now, and you’re not sure what’s happening. Not sure what’s going on. Not sure why you hear the metallic smell of blood or the sharp crash of iron against iron. Not sure why you hear the muffled sounds of voices your mind is trying its hardest to put a name and face to. And an even lower, gruffer sound that your mind hopes it doesn’t even need to identify. But most of all? You’re not sure why it hurts so much to move your head or your arm. You’ve tripped and fallen before, haven’t you? So why does it hurt so much?

Why does it hurt so much?

Your answer comes after just a few minutes. Or is it a few seconds? You’re not really sure. You can’t really tell. But you know it starts with silence. No more clashing of iron. No more grunts and no more voices. The silence makes you scared. You’re not as disoriented as you were before, but the pain has grown on your arm and in your head. So you let your eyes flutter shut and have one hand clutch your other arm.

In an instant, some of the pain eases. Just a little. Or does the way you squeeze your arm just allow you to manage the feeling a little better? You’re not sure. Right now all you can think about is that dull ache in the back of your and the white-hot pain shooting up your arm, and how your skin feels so wet and sticky beneath your fingertips. Since when did you sweat so much? Was today a hot day? You can’t remember. You wore your long skirt today. The one with the pretty flower but the first pattern for hiding all the clumps of dirt that’ll eventually cling to you. Maybe you wore it because it was hot? Maybe you did because you-

A hand taps the side of your thigh.

The touch is gentle. It’s respectful even. Quick and fast before pulling away. Still, it causes you to hesitate. Your mind isn’t in the best state right now. Perhaps you hit it too hard on your way down? Maybe that’s why your legs feel like lead as they spread out in front of you. Maybe that’s why you feel like you don’t want to move another inch until this headache of yours goes away. Or maybe that’s why you-

Another tap at your thigh. A big firmer now. Still respectful, but a bit more concerned. You hesitate on opening your eyes. Not because you’re scared. But because it’s hard and it aches, and it hurts. But slowly, ever so slowly you do it. You let your eyes flutter open. You squint at the sun in its place above the trees. And you squint even harder at its rays as they break the foliage and shine all over you. The process is slow and it's agonizing and it way more effort than you think it should be. And by the time you finally manage to fully open your eyes?

“Link…”

He’s already there, reaching for your arm with two hands of your own.

“Link…” You whimper his name again, as one of his hands removes yours from your arm to inspect the damage himself. Blue eyes flicker to yours. And they soften at the sight of your quivering lips and your streaming tears. So he takes a second to hush you quietly. Humming over your whimpers with the most comforting hum he can produce. But all too soon his attention is back on your arm. And as your eyes follow his gaze, you find that you don’t like what you see. “Oh…”

You don’t like what you see at all.

“Shhh…” He hushes you once more when a look of panic starts to overtake your face. Your breathing labors and you try very, very hard not to squirm or struggle when Link takes your arm and moves it slightly closer to him so he can take a better look. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll take care of this.”

You try to listen. You try to be good. Try to be quiet. Try to sit still. Try to believe. But all you can think about is jagged claw marks running up your forearm and all the blood that comes out from each individual cut. It drips and pours, and it stains, and it bleeds. Your arm is currently a mess of blood from your wound while your other hand has already been stained from grabbing at your arm earlier. Beneath where your arm was, you can see little splashes of your blood dotting the ground as single little droplets catch onto blades of grass. If you look closely now, you can ever make out the little blood splatters your dropping onto your beautiful long skirt with every second your wound is exposed.

In this moment of need, you try to look back at him for comfort, but he’s already making himself busy with using all his strength to carefully tear off some cloth from his undershirt. Though there’s a frown on his face. A growing frustration in his eyes. And a clench in his jaw. There’s something he’s upset about. Something you notice right as he moves to wrap your arm with the cloth he produced. You’re not sure what it means. You’re not sure who that look is directed to. But all you know is that look on his face only grows in intensity as he holds the cloth out nice and straight to wrap around your arm.

Only to realize the piece is too short to cover your entire wound.

A low sound bubbles up from his throat. His expression darkens, and you can’t hide the quiet whine that slips out at his sudden turn of emotion. Almost instantly, it freezes him in his tracks. You’re swallowing down another moan of pain when his gaze starts to slowly turn toward yours again. Your blood now stains his hands. Your tears now stain his memories. But even so, he looks at you in the eyes as if you’re the softest, sweetest, most scared creature he’s ever met. And he leans down and down and down and down. And he presses his lip against the back of your hand.

And some part of yourself is telling you that you’re already feeling better. That you’re already feeling brave. That you’re healing as quickly as that. And in between a couple of more whispered apologies and murmured words of encouragement, there are a few more kisses littered across your skin. One for every tear you shed. One for every injury you adorned. And for every call of his name.

You’re not sure what happened. You’re not sure how long it took. But slowly and surely, you find that you’re back on your feet. Pulled into his side with one of his arms securing your waist and the other squeezing the cloth against your poor, battered skin. And he takes you one step at a time. So you take it one step at a time. And every second of the way, the whispered words don’t stop. And every second of the way, the kisses find a new place to land against your body. Your forehead. Behind your ear. Against your cheek. Anywhere. Everywhere.

And every second of the way, you try to recall the soft little smiles and tiny little praises he gave you whenever you were doing so well for him. You try to recall that over the sight of his sword just barely sticking up from his back as he tried to help you onto your feet. The sight of his mighty, mighty sword now covered in blood.

You’re not sure what happened. But you have a feeling you won’t know what happened. At least, not for a little while. The ache in your head is strong. It becomes even stronger when you try to think. So you just count your steps and squeeze your childhood best friend tight. You’re glad you have him. You’re so glad he’s yours. But most of all? You’re glad you’re not going to end up like the man who Link tries to shield you from viewing as he guides you back home. Just a stranger in the middle of the road. Just a person enjoying the woods.

Or rather, just a body Link left for someone else to find.

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mylove-iv · 27 days

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❝could have had it all.❞

ʚ aged up! twilight x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the ghost of his past always seems to loom over the hero of twilight's heart and he is forced to look it in its eye yet again. as retribution, he is offered another chance to prevent the untimely death of the ghost in his past that continues to haunt him: the ghost of you.

genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship.

reader specifications: none, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: spoilers for twilight princess! mentions of injuries (twilight being hit on head like the in-game event and bomb arrow explosions), time and dimension travel, and implied death.

word count: 1.6k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, jun. 26. 2023

ʚ masterlist ɞ

The barren and war-torn earth was a strong indication of whose Hyrule they were all thrown in. The Captain needn’t say a word to the rest of them before he’s ushering them away from the castle, which promptly raised a few eyebrows.

“The castle’s that way, Captain.” Legend teasingly murmurs, a smirk tugging his lips as he recalls of the freakishly obsessive women the said reincarnation encountered.

But before Warriors could retort, a gasp leaves some of the member’s lips as they’re suddenly thrown into another portal.

It’s odd this time. Instead of feeling ominous and dark, the gateway within the portal felt wide and open, the space within it constricting while stretching simultaneously.

They catch whispers of places far beyond, unfamiliar and familiar sights flash past members of the chain before it’s only a wisp of color and their feet suddenly touch on solid land.

Confused glances are exchanged as a feeling of deep, foreboding anxiety settles in the pit of Twilight’s gut, almost urging him to throw up his stomach’s contents as he takes in the familiar flora and fauna around the group.

He doesn’t register what the Captain had been saying before Wild elbows his arm softly, snapping him out of his trance before whispering, “You’ve been distracted.”

Twilight blinks at him before nodding, “Have I?” He mutters, tone sounding apologetic causing his successor to give him a small, lopsided grin before motioning his head to the Captain.

“The sands of time within my Hyrule billowed differently before..” He continues but it all clicks for them.

They weren’t only thrown into a different Hyrule, they also traveled back in time.

Those who dealt with the complexities of time inwardly grimaced. Yet Twilight is eerily quiet, the Captain’s words confirming his thoughts while also worsening his dread.

The ranchhand goes silent, an air of unease leaking into the space around him. His eyes reflect a skittish gleam as if anything could set him off anytime soon.

The time and memory of the forest made him anxious, almost mirroring the memory that haunts his dreams—the very last memory he holds of you.

Judging from where they stand, Twilight knows he’s near the scene of the incident—your death—and the realization makes him wince uncomfortably.

His skin tingles from the sun’s hot rays just like it had been years ago on this wretched day. Twilight bristles as his enhanced sense of hearing picks up on the familiar cries and roars of that cursed day.

A painful ache spreads throughout Twilight’s body as his mind wanders to you, and Goddesses, the painful memory intensifies the ache he feels. Sky takes notice of his odd, seemingly pained demeanor and moves his hand to place it on Twilight’s shoulder but it’s only met with air.

He bolts, weaving through the group from his spot at the very back before his silhouette starts to become a wisp of dark fur amongst the shrubbery.

“Twilight!” Sky shouts, starting to give chase after the said man. A split second hasn’t even passed before Twilight’s fellow brothers-in-arms follow his lead, confusion starting to fill their veins as their guards are raised and strengthened.

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It’s odd, the forest is quiet. Birds no longer sang nor trees danced with the wind’s embrace and the wild, erratic beat of his heart is the only sound that fills Twilight’s ears.

His mind drifts to you and an all too familiar ache starts to grow in his chest, one that he’s tried to ignore but is always incessantly lingering.

His childhood best friend, who smiled at everything he’d say regardless of how dumb it was, the very best friend whom he had developed a strong love for and gradually transformed into his childhood lover accompanying him from their halcyon days of their youth to their late teens.

Twilight’s body aches as he reaches the clearing before the bridge and he’s taken to the day you were taken from him.

Hours before he was transformed into a beast of twilight, his village had been attacked by armed bulbins who wracked up a storm of chaos before closing in on the spirit residing in Ordon Spring, effectively throwing the area at the mercy of the twilight that befell upon it.

It was only when you both came back from the woods, hand in hand with Twilight as love-struck grins dotted your faces, that you crossed paths with the bulbins riding atop a giant wild boar, one having an explosive arrow readily nocked.

Twilight had pushed you behind him but the beasts were faster as they took advantage of Epona bolting due to the sudden panic. Being separated by mere meters, he had felt a painful pressure against the back of his head as the world around Twilight became a muddled canvas of colors bleeding into each other.

But before the world had gone dark, an explosion of yellow and red rips out before his eyes. He electric blue orbs catch onto your figure flying backwards, being blown over and into the ravine by the explosion, a scream ripping itself from your throat as you fell.

He now experiences the whole ordeal over again, only now conscious and fully prepared. But time was unkind and mercilessly slipped through his fingers quickly like fine sand.

He was late by a few minutes and as punishment, Twilight is forced to relive the very moment that kills him inside.

Twilight sees the same bulblin swing its club at his younger self but ignores it as his body carries him farther. He hears the Captain’s shouts of him to come back and regroup as his brothers quickly tear down the foes, but it’s all muffled and drowned out to the Hero of Twilight as his eyes latch onto you.

Confusion filled murmurs reach his sharp ears but he pains no mind, choosing to keep his pale blue eyes steadily fixated on you.

You’re the only thing Twilight could focus on.

But it’s too late.

The very same flurry of red and yellow flashes before his eyes and your pained scream deafens his ears, the heat from the explosion hot against his skin yet why does he burn when your eyes meet his so briefly?

You’re free falling to your death, the very same death he’s lived through and haunts him when the moon rises.

He had lost you before and he might lose you once more.

Hands shifting with the grapple connected to his arm guard, Twilight picks up the pace before he throws himself over the cliff.

The roar of the wind running past his ears deafens Time’s shout and the screams of worry from his fellow warriors of courage, but none of that mattered to him.

Twilight’s focus was solely on you.

And as the wind runs past him, he’s ripped from reality as his thoughts envelope him in a bitter embrace.

He wanted it all—everything related to you; a future together, a simple and safe life together.

Was it such a greedy wish of his?

Mercifully, time seems to slow and his heart breaks at the tears flying from your eyes as your limbs flail wildly against the wind rushing past you.

A flurry of thoughts rushes through his head once more yet one stands out from the rest: what were you thinking of as you fell?

Did you ever hope he’d come save you? Were you disappointed when you realized he wasn’t coming? Did you ever wish you had never met him?

The last thought is haunting, pain and anxiety prickling at him as he realized that it was he who insisted for you to come with him on that fateful day.

Twilight’s mind blanks as his fingers brush against yours and the contact alone sends bolts of electricity running atop his skin and all over his body.

It’s a familiar feeling Twilight had been yearning to feel again.

Your eyes snap open, riddled with unshed tears as they blearily focus on his blue seafoam colored eyes.

The eye contact ignites a fire in his heart and Twilight allows himself to finally admit that he misses staring into your eyes which twinkled with delight and love whenever they would meet his.

It’s a familiar occurrence that Twilight repeatedly wished for to happen again.

Twilight’s left arm wraps itself around your waist, pulling your body flush against his causing his heart to bloom at the contact and it sets off a chain reaction.

He catches a faint whiff of your scent and it throws him into the heartwarming memories of your halcyon days filled with obvious pining and poorly hidden love-struck gazes.

It’s a familiar scent that sends him reeling into memories of him placing soft kisses atop your head, interlacing your hands that always seemed to send sparks flying down his spine, and embracing you whenever he’d catch you after a game of tag with the younger village children.

Those memories—the scars of your love—left him breathless as he so badly wished for things to have happened differently.

Twilight had lost you before.

He’ll be damned if he did again.

Liftings his right arm, Twilight fires the hook before he tightens his grip around your waist.

A grunt tumbles from his lips as the grapple harshly tugs you both, finally latching onto something solid and only does he lower his guard slightly.

His heart stutters before a phantom pain fills his chest as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck, face buried securely in the juncture of his neck.

The smallest of touches causes tremors of lightning to dance on Twilight’s skin and when your eyes meet his, the eye contact alone lights his heart ablaze.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the shocking effect you've always held over him, the ever so comforting smell of you leaves him relaxed.

Experiencing the things Twilight has repeatedly yearned for felt like a dream and now that you’re in his embrace, alive, deepens the scars of your love forever etched into his heart and the very being of his soul.

Twilight couldn’t help but feel that he could have had it all.

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hystericstar · 10 months

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Some headcanons of Twilight Link letting his s/o ride him? bc you know he be a cowboy-(I'll see myself out...)

Save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤭😏

Sorry this took so long!! I blanked out on the ‘headcannons’ part of your request so I was about to write a really long fic 💀

I’ll still gladly elaborate at a later date tho <33

! MDNI !

Letting you ride him wasn’t his least favorite thing, but he feels that he can do better, as he prefers to have you bent over so he can rut into you like a dog

he chuckles to himself at the way you think you have control over what’s happening

refuses to let you do all the work, opting to buck up into you to meet you halfway down his length

The rancher has an IRON grip on your hips

if he’s feeling like a tease, he’ll move a thumb down to swipe at your clit

drinks in the way it makes you clench and stutter around him

if you moan real pretty for him, (let’s face it no matter what sound you make it’s enough to make him fold regardless) he holds your hips firmly in place above him and goes to town hammering into you from below.

will occasionally trail a hand up your back to pull your hair away, giving him easy access to your neck

which brings me to my next point

even though he favors this position slightly less, he LOVES LOVES LOVES how easy is is to just lean forward and suck on your perky nipples to his hearts content!

I feel like he is so messy when it comes to sex, like, drool EVERYWHERE

To him it’s literally just marking territory

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

yay! Another one doneee

thank you for requesting!! <333

#loz x reader #link x reader smut #loz link #loz x reader smut #twilight princess link x reader #tp link #tp link x reader #tp link x reader smut #twilight princess link x reader smut

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z3rinn · 9 months

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# #. COTS AND CUDDLES !!

featuring : linked universe ! It seems that a mix up has occurred when renting rooms in the nearby inn, leaving the group with nine rooms instead of 10 !! but what's this ? the links offer to share a room with you ? what an interesting turn of events.. hmm, but just who do you pick? a zelda version of my twst post !!

this is my introduction to the lu fanbase !! luv yall and I hope you enjoy !

# #. TIME

Time offers you his bed with a gentle smile on his face, hands on your shoulders as he carefully guides you to the bed. His voice is soft, promising that you'd be in good hands while laying with him.

He laid beside you, his back to your front, as to not make you uncomfortable. Its silent and still for a few moments, before shifting closer to him. You can't help but press your chest up against his warm back, throwing your arms around him as you giggled. Time stilled, feeling your face press up against his built back. He chuckled as you fell asleep, a soft smile forming on his flushed face.

He doesn't shift much as the night goes on. Besides cuddling further into you, he sometimes turns on his back, laying your head on his chest. Time's arms wrap around your body, as the two of you snore the first of many nights away.

# #. TWILIGHT

Twilight takes your hand in his as he brings you to the room. Sweat dripped down your face as you looked back a the other boys- Twilight didn't even ask! He just straight up dragged you. But honestly? Could you really complain? It was Twilight for gods sake. It was a dream come true to just be besides him.

You lay on your side, facing away from Twilight as you try to rest. You can't help but notice how his eyes seem to be piercing thru you. He shifts onto the bed, your back to his chest. You could feel his breath against your neck as he shuffled closer into you. Oh my god. This man was going to kill you with his stare- jasajkqdkauiksuef. Twilight chuckled softly to himself, noticing you squirm uncomfortably. Before you knew it, however, Twilights hand wrapped around your waist.

You couldn't sleep much that night. Maybe it was because you didn't want to bother Twilight by moving in your sleep. Or maybe it was because you were too flushed to do so. Between his soft breaths against your bare neck, accompanied by the way he slightly rubbed your waist as you slept. You were never going to be able to sleep at this rate. Either way, Twilight had an amazing night.

# #. WILD

Like Twilight and Time, Wild offers his bed with no hesitation, that smile on his face growing even more so once you agree. He grabs you by the waist, carrying you bridal style all tye way to the bed. You couldn't help but the thoughts that ran over you due to his eagerness.

Wild falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed, meaning he's all over you as soon as he falls asleep. His legs are thrown over yours, arms wrapped around your waist in a tight grip. He often moves around in his sleep, and drags your body wherever he moves. No matter what you try he just won't let loose, it's honestly better to just let him hold on and move around until he wakes up. He's a great cuddle buddy tho!

Sometimes, late at night, you may catch him cuddling into your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he sleeps, his arms are wrapped tightly around you, as a small smile grace's his lips. It might even grow if you pet his head as you rest side by side.

# #. SKY

Sky is the kind of person most people would want to sleep by. He has a calming personality and a gentle aura that just draws you towards him. So how could you ever say no to his proposal?

He lays face to face beside you. His beautiful blue eyes gazing deeply into yous. Seriously what was with these men trying to swoon you at every turn smh. Although Sky seems like he's trying to start something with his alluring gaze, he sticks to himself. His hands and legs stay on his side of the bed, although, while the two of you lay under the soft blanket you may feel him brush up against you.

Deep into the night, however, Sky lets his body relax against yours, hands and legs intertwining with your own. He held your hands in his own, his body pressing up against yours. His head pressed against your own, as light snores left his lips. You cant help but smile at him. Sky loves sleep. But he loves it more when it's with you.

# #. WARRIORS

Warriors gives you a flirtatious smirk as he asks the question- but deep down you know he's squealing like a little girl finally getting to talk to her crush for the first time. It was funny watching him act all Macho as he laid on the bed, raising his eyebrows as he beckoned you over. This guy is a total nerd istg.

Honestly just to spite him it'd be kind of funny to just sleep on the floor- but then you remember that he's actually a pretty boy so can you really say no? No. You can't. At first you may think he'll be all up on you as you lay together- but in reality he just sticks to his side of the bed, out of your space. Little words are spoke between the two of you, just a quick goodnight with a gaze that leaves your heart melting, before he's off to sleep.

It doesn't take that long for either of you to fall asleep. But soon Warriors arms come to wrap around you. He’s holding you close to his body as he succumbs to sleep. Too close in fact. It’s as if he’s hugging you to death with how tight his grip is. However, you cant help but snuggle into him. It's not uncomfortable being in his arms, in fact, it may just be one of the best hugs you had ever experienced.

# #. LEGEND

Legend probably didn't invited you to sleep beside him. No, it was probably your fault that the two of you were stuck together. Instead of him inviting you, you invited himself into his bed. Honestly, its kind of funny.

He's probably scooted all the way towards the edge of the bed, facing away from you, and frowning in annoyance. The two of you definitely sleep back to back, no questions asked. Mainly because if he caught a look at your sleeping face he'd get all embarrassed for sure. There's is no contact or words spoken between the two of you, just utter and complete silence as he tries to sleep.

But deep into the night he shuffles closer to you, burying his head in your chest for warmth and comfort. His arms wrap loosely around your hips as his legs press against yours. It's very tempting to take a picture but you decide against it, keeping his head there for the rest of the night. When he awakes he's in a for a major surprise!!

# #. HYRULE

Hyrule is immediately nervous when he poses the question. Would you say no? Ugh that'd be so embarrassing for him if you did- would you even ever talk to him again? All these doubts consume his mind- rushing in on a never ending loop- until you agree with a smile on your face. That's still doesn't stop how nervous he is while laying besides you though.

Its awkward for a bit as you and Hyrule lay on your backs, staring up at the ceiling as you talked the night away. He relaxes as time goes on. His hands are laid across his chest, a smile on his face as he speaks. You converse about his adventures, world, and vise versa. He spoke to you so kindly and gently. That you couldn't help but giggle alongside him.

You talk deep into the night, but suddenly the waves of tiredness consume you both. Accompanied by the cold air and the long and excruciating day you just went thru, you almost fell asleep immediately. You and Hyrule cuddle close for comfort. It's hard being in a different world- away from all your friends and family. But being besides him made it just a bit better.

# #. FOUR

Four is a bit embarrassed to be sharing a room with you, yet he gravbs your hand, intertwining your fingers as he leads you to the room. He tells you he can shift into his minish as you guys sleep. Giving the both of you more room and space in the bed. Yet you disagree, mainly because don't want to crush him obviously-

So instead you just cuddle him close to your chest, holding him against you as you 'immediately' fall asleep. You can feel him tense and squirm around in your hold- yet he doesnt dare do anything. Four can't move- that would disrupt your sleep! His mind is running, his face flushing a deep red, ad he feels you hold him tighter. How the hell was he going to get out of this?!

He settles down in your embrace, slowly succumbing to sleep after his mini heart attack. He moves up your chest slightly, resting his head just below your neck. His legs intertwine with your own as his hands wrap around you in a tight hug. You can feel his soft, yet hot breathing against your neck, making you smile against his forehead.

Honestly just make a giant dog pile with all of them and sleep together. That'll be fun!

I love all these Links <3

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #linked universe #link x reader #loz #the legend of zelda #totk #ocarina of time #botw #twilight princess #skyward sword #lu x reader #loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader

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pinkalmondcake · 9 months

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no srsly tho ur ais are seriously making me roll all over the floor and cry and squeal.

i am also literally im love with twilight so hard becuz, i too, deal with farm animals and am a country boy and country boy x country boy goes so hard.

I'm so happy to hear this!! And country boy x country boy, I just know that Twi is probably internally squealing and is so happy to have another rancher in his life and possibly forever?? Farm dates for real too and horse riding dates as he'll definitely want to show off his skills on Epona to you😩✨💖

#twilight princess link #link #loz link #link x reader #loz #link loz #link x you #lu twilight x reader #twilight princess link x reader

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twilightaurora · 9 months

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bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?

pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)

warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)

word count: 6.4k

a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does.

The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight.

In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.

“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward.

A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.

“You alright there, darl’?”

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable.

His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod.

“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”

Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded.

“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare.

Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor.

“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”

“We’re good!”

The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips.

“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”

A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint.

“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know.

“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.”

Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand.

“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?”

“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.”

Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words.

“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?”

Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to.

“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.”

Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute.

“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes.

“Just checking, is all.”

You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun.

“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.”

The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine.

A moment later, your name is called.

Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer.

“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”

You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything.

“What’s up, Sage?”

The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow.

However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too.

There’s no paint decorating his skin.

The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden.

When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you.

A paintbrush.

“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.”

You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand.

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.”

Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer.

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?”

The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.

Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to…

Oh.

Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs.

“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?”

Goddesses, this man is too much for you.

You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them.

Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth.

Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny.

“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?”

You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush.

“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.”

You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you.

With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk.

“This what you wanted, Sage?”

“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”

You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin.

Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes.

You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons…

Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job.

When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips.

“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?”

Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs.

It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working.

By the Three, is it working...

Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.”

You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything.

When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you.

“Hnng…”

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds.

You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt.

Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him.

Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses.

“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead.

“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.”

You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again.

Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly.

“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”

“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again?

He wants to find out.

Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock.

Fuck, it’s so hot.

“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.”

You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends. The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations.

As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back.

“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?”

You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention.

With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers.

You grin.

When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores.

“Now my hips.”

You swallow thickly.

Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea.

“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch.

Perfect.

“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?”

Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands.

“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.”

When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises.

Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side.

“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.”

When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back.

Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.

Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves.

“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.”

You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms.

His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin.

“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?”

You nod, a matching smile on your lips.

“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.”

He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine.

Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed.

Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again.

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly.

Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer.

“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.”

You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well.

“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?”

You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?”

Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him.

“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.”

Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand.

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command.

“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?”

You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most.

Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones.

It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips.

“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.”

You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties.

Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish.

So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs.

Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow.

“Hah… fuck.”

With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips.

“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath.

When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin.

The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit’ finally kicking in.

Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.”

But you’re not stupid.

You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look.

“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?”

You nod before he even finishes his words.

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises.

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color.

Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was.

The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them.

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.”

Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks.

“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk.

Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound.

“Mmm…ah”

When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands.

“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer.

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes.

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.”

Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again.

Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention.

“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.”

Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants.

“Link…”

Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth.

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.”

Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound. Link smirks.

“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?”

Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now.

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper.

Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips.

“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”

When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.

“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it?

Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look.

“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming.

Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print.

“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach.

“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?”

You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes.

Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing.

“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs.

“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin.

Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin.

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs.

“Sorry, Vet.”

Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule.

Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression.

Oh no – you know that look.

“Wild…” you murmur carefully.

The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.

“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”

bonus:

sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff

reader, emerging from behind sage: i'm stuff! :D