Orgaslink on AO3, Linkshipping content mainly but I enjoy other ships as well.
Feel free to send asks, I'm not on Tumblr a lot but I'll try and answer at some point. But if you send hate about my choice in ships, you will be ignored so don't waste your time.
I live by Ship and Let Ship as well as YKINMKATO (your k*nk is not my k*ink and that's okay).
I have a lot of AUs in the works so watch the space I guess cause one day I will get around to writing and posting them
Orgaslink's Writing Stuff
Below the cut for space saving and rating
Posted works:
Work of Art (E) - Dark/Twilight: Twilight gets a new tattoo and Dark can't wait to show his partner how much he loves it
Need You, No Matter What (E) - Twilight/Time: Twilight appreciates Time with his mouth
Through the Window (E) - Legend/Hyrule: based on @st0rmyskies LMTCOY fic. Legend gets an eyeful and can't stop thinking about it
Probably not what you had in mind for this - but all I could think about was the mirror in TenderTendril’s Rupees and Rods AU and how that could be used. I realised as I finished writing that this whole thing has a huge plothole but we’re going to pretend not to notice and forget that the mirror in R&R AU can be used as a portal. So it’s more a “what if the mirror allows us to look but not touch while we are apart.”
Based in and inspired by @tendertendrils1’s R&R Ravio and Link. Probably OOC and kinda rushed the sexy bit, but it was getting lengthy and I wanted to ease back into writing so hopefully you won’t mind. Please forgive the mistakes and how long it's taken me to answer this.
Under the cut for nsfw and length (2.5k)
Strange. That was the best word Link could conjure to describe the situation at hand. Odd, not right, strange.
Not so long ago, he was fine with being alone, enjoyed it and preferred it, even. He was known for being alone after all, especially after his uncle…
You still have Ravio, dipshit. He’s not gone like Alfon, he’s just not here at the moment. He’ll be back. He will! If he repeated it often enough, maybe it would be true.
Link shook his head, an attempt to stop the spiralling thoughts swirling in his agitated mind. Yes, it’s true that he once preferred his own company even if he did mourn his uncle but things were different now. He had Ravio.
Or at least, he did have Ravio. Until a week ago.
Fuck, his head was a mess right now. When would Ravio be back again? Another week? Fuck.
It still came as a shock to him that Ravio’s absence caused him so much distress. When had the merchant burrowed himself so deeply into Link’s life, home and heart that the absence of him for mere days caused such a spiral in Link’s emotional well-being?
And why was it worse that Ravio had clearly suspected this to be the case and fussed over Link days before he actually went anywhere?
But worst of all was that Zelda had the audacity to perceive him so accurately that she had not only preempted his mental downfall but had also devised a plan to attempt to mitigate it. Link… well, he didn’t know how to feel about that. Betrayed? Useless? Relieved?
Certainly, Link felt in a mess right now, struggling more than he ever could have known without his husbands presence by his side, but he knew it would have been far worse without Zelda’s presumptuous actions. There was no helping that Ravio needed to go back to Lorule temporarily for some shit Hilda apparently needed him for, and Link couldn’t exactly drop his commitments to travel with Ravio (and fuck if that wasn’t typical that the one time his empty schedule was no longer empty was the one time that Ravio was needed in his own world).
‘Look but don’t touch’ had been Zelda’s advice to him, a knowing glint in her eye as she closed her office door, the shimmer of a ward causing goosebumps to dance over Link’s skin. Ravio soon contradicted the queens suggestions (“They are guidelines anyways, not actual rules” Ravio had sniffed) with the simple notion that they could still touch. Just not each other. (At least not yet - only another week to go. Fuck!).
“Bun. Eyes on me.”
It was both the silky smoothness of his voice and the words that brought Link blinking back to the present and out of his own head, the contrast almost jarring. The void in Link’s heart ached to hold his husband, to feel Ravio’s breath on his neck and his filthy whispered words but, at the very least, Link could and should be grateful that he had the ability to see his husband and be reassured of his safety and wellness - even if it was through a mirror image. It was certainly much better than no contact at all.
Needless to say, after a week in, the awkward nature of conversing and being with Ravio like this had faded to give way to the excitement brought by novelty and a 7 day history of nothing breaking through Zelda’s wards and disturbing them in their stolen moments.
“Fuck, sorry. I’m here.” Link’s hair dishevelled from where he’d repeatedly ran his hand through it.
“So, husbun mine. As much as we could talk about your day, boring though it may be without me there with you-“ Ravio’s grin was full of smug delight as he deliberately made a show of eyeing Link up and down, shuffling his chair closer to the mirror. He spread his legs wide, his purple robe gathering at his thighs but still concealing everything to Link’s gaze - “I’d rather get down to the important stuff.” The wicked grin caused Link’s heart rate to kick up a notch, excitement warming his veins and stirring his interest.
“Good boy. Remember I’m keeping score on what punishments and rewards I owe you when I get back. Any longer stuck in your thoughts would have earned another punishment, bunny butt.”
Link swallowed, the thought of the type of punishment Ravio liked to give caused his cock to stir with mild interest, hesitant to rise to full mast as punishments usually involved his dick and some form of painful stimulation. He was not thinking of Din’s Teeth right now, damnit!
Link chose to ignore the side of him that wanted to beg for Ravio’s touch even without the merciless teasing, the part of him that would want to cling to Ravio the moment he got home and never let him out of sight again.
“I can see your piercings through your shirt, bun. Bet your missing my touch, they way I tug and pull at your nipples, especially when you have that little chain connecting them.” The gap in Ravio’s teeth was visible as he pulled his bottom lip between them, taking a breath and watching Link intently.
Link’s hand subconsciously raised towards his chest, fingers trembling to reach and pull at one of his aching nipples just like Ravio would. He stopped short, unsure if he was being given permission or not.
“I won’t deny you tonight, fuckbunny. There are still days until my return that I can tease you mercilessly and have you begging for my touch the moment I’m back in Hyrule, without being cruel. For now.”
Knowing Link always needed some gentle persuasion to get started, one of Ravio’s hands started to wander, the glint of his wedding band catching Link’s eye as he watched freckled fingers flex while Ravio trailed his own hand up his thigh to cup the bulge forming beneath his robe.
“You have no idea how pent up I am for you. Having some of your belongings in my home, reminders of you everywhere I look.” To demonstrate his point, Ravio’s hand gripped himself in a way that caused Link’s breath the hitch, his arousal clear to see even through the reflective surface of the mirror and the miles that separated them.
Swallowing the last of his nerves, Link allowed his determination to give his husband a show of his own to take control of his actions, guiding his hand to trail over his sternum to brush his fingertips lightly over the protrusions straining his tunic. The brief touch was maddening, causing him to shiver as he watched, eyes glued to where Ravio’s hand stroked himself over the fabric of his clothing.
“Good boy, Link. But remember we don’t have all night and I can see your as pent up as I am. Show me.” Ravio’s demand was met with a pointed nod to Link’s groin, his eyes ablaze.
Shivering at the praise, Link stood on shaky legs, the tent beneath his tunic hiding nothing from his husband hungry eyes.
Glancing at Ravio, Link pulled his tunic up revealing his shorts underneath and the small wet patch forming there.
“Mm, Link. Looks like you’re as hard for me as I am for you. Touch your self, bun, show me how much you miss me.”
Link’s attention was pulled away from Ravio for one moment while he pulled his shorts down, his bells jangling as he removed them from his pocket. His ears burned and strained at the appreciative humming sounds he could hear from the mirror. Looking up, Link got an eye full of his own, Ravio taking full opportunity to pull his cock out and stroke leisurely.
Link called out in surprise before he could stop himself, his cock straining towards the mirror as if pointing to the object of his desire. “Fuck!”
Link took his seat again before his wobbly legs could give from under him. His nerves jangled, alerting him to the fact that he wasn’t at home, anxiety threatening to take over. A quick magical probe reassured him that the wards were still in tact and they were indeed safe.
“Now, Link,” Ravio barked, impatience straining his voice. “Use your bells or get on with it. I’ve been waiting all day for this and I need to see you.”
Ravio’s eyes watched Link’s throat as his swallowed, his gaze then dropping to observe as Link’s hand slowly ran down his body, detouring to tease his sensitive nipples. His breath hitched as he pinched. Though it felt good, it wasn’t Ravio touching him and he felt the distance acutely.
Keenly wanting the distraction, Link’s own eyes focused on the show Ravio was putting on for him, his signature hood in place while still stoking his shaft. Link swallowed as he watched, rapt, as a bead of precum dribbled from Ravio’s dick.
Although he couldn’t see Ravio’s eyes because of the hood, the rapid expansion of his chest gave away that Ravio was keen to reach his climax also.
“Soon bun. Soon I’ll be there to give you this cock.” Gripping his base, Ravio waggled his dick causing Link’s mouth to fill with saliva. He wanted it very much, to swallow down every glorious inch, to gag and to choke on his length and taste his husband on his tongue.
Link whimpered, the sound catching his off guard while he began stroking his own dick to the pace Ravio had set.
This wouldn’t take long - the combination of his unease of their location and the fact Link had almost forgotten how to pleasure himself since Ravio ruined him for even himself - Link was pent up. Restless energy thrummed through his veins causing his movements to hasten, his heart beating like a bunny in the gaze of a hunter.
“Going to fuck you so hard, bunnybutt. Going to tease you and fill you until you can’t take anymore. You’ll be a delicious mess for me and I can’t wait to ruin you.”
Faster their hands worked in unison, each feeling the build of their orgasm about to reach a crescendo. From the bit of Ravio’s face that was visible, Link could see the way he bit his lip to keep his groans contained, the way his freckled skin was pinkening up from the exertion much like Link’s own was.
Fuck he was so close, so close, nearly there…. Please!
Mimicking Ravio, a twist of his hand to the head of his cock made Link’s vision darken for a moment, the tang of blood on his tongue where he bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud.
His heart pounding, Link’s vision cleared enough to see that Ravio has also crested, their ability to still be in sync apparent even when not with each other. Although they rarely did come in sync, they could. Each just much preferred their usual style of play.
Breathing returning to a somewhat normal rhythm, Link glanced at the mirror to find Ravio cleaning his hand with a handkerchief he had obviously stowed up one of his billowing sleeves. Conniving bastard that he is probably had this planned since before he even left for Lorule.
Ravio’s face, now visible with his hood pulled down, was glowing, his eyes burning with mischief despite his orgasm only seconds ago.
The question was rhetorical and Link sighed as he resigned himself to his task. It wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. And it wasn’t as if it was bad, it just wasn’t Ravio. Maybe he could convince himself otherwise, though—?
“Now,” He started, tone almost prim and proper while his eyes gave him away with the way they danced. “We can’t have Zelda seeing you in such a state, can we bunnybutt? Make sure to lick that hand clean for me, every drop.”
Link’s jaw almost dropped open at the request. Though, unlike Ravio, Link didn’t have a handkerchief to hand. He supposed he could use his shorts but then he’d have to walk back either trying to hide said shorts or wearing them and feeling the gross uncomfortable mess with each step…
Looking to Ravio, Link squinted. “Should have known you’d still pull this shit even though you’re miles away. Damnit, Ravio, I don’t really have a lot of choice here, do I?”
“That’s it, good boy. Make sure you get every drop and don’t think I don’t know that you’re pretending it’s my cum you’re tasting. Soon my little fuck bunny, soon you can have as much as my cum as I can fill you with”
Moaning, Link’s eyes rolled, his dick valiantly trying to rise to the bait Ravio was laying for him. Alas, exhaustion was taking over and Link needed to get home.
Mess cleaned and clothes back in rightful places, Link’s glance returned to Ravio’s through the glass.
“Ah, good job, Link. Thank you for indulging me. By the way-“ Ravio’s grin turned menacing, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ve taken the liberty of stocking up on all of our potion supplies while I’m here.”
Link didn’t know why he was surprised.
***
“Hurry back” was simply all Link could manage, the closest thing to the “I miss you” his heart was crying out for him to voice.
Despite the absence of words, Ravio heard him, understood exactly what Link was trying to express.
“I will, Link. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Love you, husbun mine. Now and always.”
A chirp broke the moment, a flash of white trailing across the mirror as Sheerow appeared to land on Ravio’s shoulder.
“Opp, that’s my cue Link. Hilda needs the mirror. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
Link nodded, the lump in his throat making it difficult to form words.
The mirror connection broke before Link could voice anything further, his morose reflection staring back at him as his heart lurched to jump through the mirror to his love.
“And I you… More than you know.” Link said on a sigh, getting up to his feet with protesting knees and a heavy heart as he turned to leave Zelda’s office, not even noticing Zelda slipping into the room with the mirror.
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
Okay, I'm fed up of this writing dry spell so let's try and change that, shall we?
As usual, pick a prompt and some Link's (or Ravio or Shadow) and let me at 'em!
Note: I'll try my best to write as many as I get (if any) but I've been in a very long writing dry spell so no promises that anything I write will be any good or indeed that I'll be able to write at all.
Suggestions welcome! For both prompts and characters
(Is this the worst title I’ve ever made? Yes.) Twark snippet 🖤💚
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The lowrider with the constantly changing plates was back. Dark wasn’t sure when the car had reappeared in its usual spot but he made his move the moment he’d noticed it. He’d already wasted enough time and he was not willing to wait another minute. So at eight in the morning on a Sunday, he pounded on his neighbors door, expression already appropriately mirthful.
“Wakey wakey!” He sung at the door, “I need to talk to you! So get up and come to the door, asshole!”
After nearly a full minute of knocking like an overeager policeman the click of a lock stopped Dark. With his hand still in the air the door swung inward, revealing a figure cloaked in the darkness of his own apartment.
“Mmmnnn?”
Shadows' frame leaned heavily on his own door, hair a ruffled mess of a birdnest. He was half dressed in pajamas, as if he’d just given up halfway and thrown himself into bed with his jeans and socks still on. His eyes, unprotected by his usual shades, are shut against the bright fluorescents of the hallway. It’s a very inefficient and potentially dangerous way to answer a door.
But convenient if you’re Dark. “Oh good! You’re half asleep. This makes it much easier!”
Dark slipped into the apartment through the gap, patting Shadow on the back lightly as he passed. “Thanks for inviting me in, buddy. I just gotta borrow something. I’ll pay you back later, ‘kay?”
Shadow shuts the door and the apartment goes dark. He makes some unintelligible noises and shuffles back to his bedroom, face planting back into his bedsheets. He goes still, breathing evening out in sleep.
Dark smiles. He’ll take that as permission.
Dark gleefully swipes the wallet from the kitchen counter and makes his escape, waving over his shoulder at his unconscious friend. “Thanks a million, pal!”
The door shuts and Dark retreats to his own apartment, smiling at all his new credit cards.
—---
Dark scrolled through the camera roll. He traced the curves and contours of the nude body on his screen, biting his lip in appreciation. The way the photos were taken invoked an almost bashful aura, the mans face always obscured or turned away. Inexperienced with showing off his impressive body, the man still managed to capture a surprising amount of masculinity and power in the way he flexed and stretched.
Also, holy shit - that ass. Premium membership was so, so fucking worth it.
Dark grinned as he scrolled onto a picture that showed off Twi’s impressive backside. Yup, that’s going on his home screen.
Someone pounded on his door.
“Hey asshole! I know you're in there! Gimme back my wallet!”
“Well, look who’s up.” Dark crows. He saves the picture and snatches up the leather wallet from his bedside. He opens his front door only to be met by an angry punch to his shoulder. If Shadow was any bigger than an average pre-pubescent teen it might have even hurt.
Dark grins down at his friend. “Is that any way to greet a friend?”
Shadow snatches his wallet from Dark’s pants, quick as a whip. “You better not have spent all my money, dickhead.”
“Oh no,” Dark cries mundanely, rolling his eyes. “Goddess forbid I max out Kingsley Max’s credit card. I didn’t know you changed your name.”
Shadow pushes past the bigger man. “It’s the principle of things.”
“You don’t have any principles.”
“Shut up.” Shadow said. He tucked his wallet back into his pocket after checking the contents to make sure everything was in there. “Why the hell did you even need my card? You have your own. Did you lose it all in your liver or something?”
“Nah. I just needed to be untraceable.” Dark shrugs. He walks to the kitchen and takes out a beer. He offers on to Shadow, who takes his peace offering.
Shadow tilts his head so his shades dip low enough to make eye contact with Dark. “You doing something shady?”
“Maybe.”
“Good. I’d hate to lose money on something lame.”
—-
Dark wants to {CENSORED} Twilight so bad it makes him look stupid.
This piece was as much as a tease as Twi's pictures! This would make such a good full fic! (Dark would totally take care of himself 😉).
I love it, love Twark and love Dark and Shadow's friendship and the way it ended -- I'm totally not picturing Dark sharing with Shadow why he needed the card. 🍑
