Twi with a virgin reader. It’s their first time and all that and I just wanna see a soft twi In ur writing style
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uhh... hey y'all. i wrote this in 2 hours with not a single break. enjoy
cw: soft twi barely restraining himself, fingering, virgin reader, no p in v this time :') but he’s very gentle with you still <33 reader has a vagina with no pronouns! not proofread.
minors do not interact.
“hey hey— just let me do the work, darlin’. don’t want you liftin’ a finger.”
your lover grabbed your wrists, stopping you from taking off your shirt. slowly, he pulled the shirt above your head. you grew hot, squirming as he gazed at your bare chest. “there we go… look how pretty you are, my sweet lil’ darlin’… can’t wait to eat you up…”
you let out a low whine, face flushed red at his words. he’d been treating you so gently, even during your make out session. this was the first time you’d gotten this far, and you were filled to the brim with anticipation.
when you told twilight that he was your first, he was delighted. no one before him meant that every single time you had sex, you’d be trembling with pleasure— no one before him to disappoint you. he wanted to make sure that toe curling pleasure was all you knew.
he gently laid you on your back, beginning to kiss at your neck. you squeaked, sensitive to his every touch. he chuckles, “may i go further?”
of course, you nod in response. twilight leaves wet kisses along your neck and chest, slowly going down to your stomach. you twitch and whimper with almost every kiss. you’re just so damn cute, he thinks. he stops at your waistband, coming to look at you. you knew he was asking for permission and you love him dearly, but you wish that he’d hurry. you nod quickly.
“please.”
and who is he to deny you? slowly, he slips off your shorts and underwear, revealing your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes. twilight licks his lips, eager for a taste. he doesn’t rush, though. he was making sure to take his time with you.
he lays a gentle kiss to your clit, making your breath hitch. the grip on your thighs tightens. he’s holding himself back for your sake. he wanted to devour you, and he would, just not yet. twilight licked a long, slow stripe up your cunt, moaning out loud at your taste. you moan in response, your body twitching at the foreign sensation.
“o-ooh…” you let out a sweet moan, music to twilights ears. he took it as a sign to continue. he ever so slowly laps his tongue over your clit, paying close attention to your every reaction. you twitch and squirm so beautifully for him. and the way you taste... he could've gone to heaven. he couldn't help but wonder how you'd react when he really gave it to you. but he'd restrain himself. this was about you.
which is why he doesn't stop to breathe, not even for a moment. he keeps a steady pace with his tongue, giving extra love to the spots that made you squeal the most.
"f-fuck, f-feels..! hnnm, link!" you cry, your hips canting up into his tongue. god, twilight loves this. his patience was wearing thinner and thinner. forget his own pleasure. he wanted to pin you down and make you cry on his tongue all night. but you'd asked him to take you, so he'd have to wait another night.
twilight brought his fingers to your soaked folds, pausing for a moment. he finally detaches his lips from your clit to look up at you.
"gotta prep ya so you can take me, okay darlin'? are you ready? or do ya wanna stop?" he asks softly, gauging your reactions. this would be a big step for you, and he didn't want to push you. what he didn't know was that you were desperate for him to touch you more. you didn't even know what you needed, you just knew he'd be able to give it to you.
"y-yes, yes! p-please, baby. i'll tell you when i want you to stop, just please keep going," you beg, your voice a high pitched whine. twilight looks at you in awe. your cheeks are warm and your chest heaved. your eyes are glossy, glazed over with lust. maybe he was being a bit too gentle with you. maybe he didn't have to treat you as if you were glass, but he couldn't help it. you were his little darling, and he'd only ever bring you pleasure.
however, he hadn't expected you to beg for it.
twilight felt like his body was moving on its own. he pushed a single finger into your cunt, making you gasp. the sensation was strange, but it wasn't terrible. he sat still for a while, letting you adjust. twilight then began to move his finger slowly, searching for the sweet spot that'd make you squeal. you let out a shaky moan, your legs twitching. "a-ahh, hah.."
your eyes slipped shut, the pleasure building as he begins a steady pace. the feeling is so odd, but its so good. you throw your arms over your eyes, sensitive body twitching every time his finger slid back into your wet cunt. you feel another finger at your entrance, which he pushes in just as slow. his fingers are bigger than your own and they stretch you out. you let out a hiss, to which twilights eyes snap up to meet yours. "darlin'?"
"i-im good, feels good! p-please, please dont stop!" your lover can only obey your commands, continuing the steady pace of his fingers. you moan and beg so pretty, his dick cant stop throbbing in his pants. twilight begins to pant softly as well, almost as much as you are. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. and so damn tight around his fingers. it took everything in him not to cum untouched.
in order to satiate his own greedy desire, twilight brings his mouth back to your clit. you squeal, your legs seizing up. twilight holds onto one while the other tries to close in on his head. you moan and whimper, throwing your head back in ecstasy. his tongue with the new sensation of his fingers was making you delirious.
"ahhn, hahh... o-ooh, please! feels so good.." you sing, the praises going straight to his cock. he crooks his fingers a few times, letting out a low growl when he finds the spot that makes you tremble. your hands find his hair and your back arches as a loud moan escapes you.
soon your body begins to tremble even more, the continuous onslaught of pleasure becoming too much for your body to take.
"ouuuh, t-think 'm close! i f-feel it, feels so good!-" you're cut off by your own moan once again, your sensitivity increasing by the second. it doesn't take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you. but it does take twilight by surprise.
"f-fuuuuck!"
twilight lets out a moan of his own, his eyes almost rolling back at the taste of your cum. he lets you ride out your orgasm, but doesn't push you any further. no matter how bad he wanted to keep eating your pussy til you came on his face again. he rose slowly.
"you okay? was that too much?" he asks. he watches as you pant, your chest rising and falling quickly. your legs still shook, but you seemed to be coming down. you look at him with those eyes he loves so much, reaching your arms out for him. you bring him in for a sweet kiss, almost as if it was a thank you for the pleasure he just gave you.
its twilight that lets out a shaky moan this time, pulling away to just stare. you break the silence first. "w-was so good. thank you, made me feel so good..." you sigh, looking at him adoringly. he can't help but smile, placing a kiss on your temple.
"glad i could please you, darlin'. you were amazing. did you... wanna keep going?"
you nodded eagerly. "w-want all of you. tonight."
twilight shuddered. this was really it. you wanted him to take you. if that wasn't even the main event, twilight could only wonder what you'd look like when you came on his cock. you could only wonder how much pleasure twilight will have given you by the time the night is over.
Recently I’ve seen that two content creators for the LU fandom, @neverchecking and @angry-trashcan have gotten their work stolen and reposted by this chunkyfireplace person.
Now this shit is NEVER okay, claiming something that someone else has worked hard on for hours and hours, taken time out of their own day to complete and get done and actually be happy with enough to post and then just posing as if YOU’VE DONE THAT WORK
Honestly disgusting.
This is just a warning to all the LU content creators, keep an eye out for this person in case they come after your works.
And for anyone who thinks doing this shit is okay? Grow up and be a better person, copying and stealing ain’t cute.
( @neverchecking and @angry-trashcan I am so sorry you guys are having to go through something like this, your works are great and they don’t deserve being stolen and reposted)
Bestie I ain’t even know if you still here but we miss you 😭💖
I miss you and your filthy writing 😭
I never said happy birthday to you so happy super late birthday!!! 🥳🥳🥳
i’m really not even here 🥲 i’ve barely read anything at all and i haven’t touched my drafts
thank you !!! life has gotten hectic and i really do miss all of you so much !!!!!! somehow i’ve gotten up to 800 followers during my inactivity and truly i couldn’t be more grateful that people still like my writings 🥹🥹 im trying to get my life together so that i’ll have more free time to write
today is a free day for me so i’ll probably be scrolling 🥰
(a/n) link smut link smut link smut li--shot this is very NSFW, so minors please do not interact.
click here for a completely accidental sequel... ;)
cw: afab!reader, wife!reader being a silly lil goose (an Anser gooficia if you will), a nice homecooked meal :), teasing heh, quickly followed by--oh fuck oh shit wait what the fu, link gets rough, also he’s got a DIRTY MOUTH—loosely had wild in mind but i think any of the chain can work here (except for wind ofc), cute nicknames, breeding kink towards the end shhh
wc: 3.7k
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Link's eyes blurred in and out, battling the heavy droplets that hammered his lashes. The foreign meadows that wrapped him and Epona had begun rolling into familiar hills, which sent a flicker of warmth in his shivering chest.
He was almost there. Almost home.
Thoughts of his beloved wife wanting waiting for him spurred him forward. He clicked his tongue and Epona hastened her pace. Link stroked his loyal steed’s muscular neck with love and gratefulness, making a mental note that she was due for a buffet of freshly-picked apples when they get back. He cooed in her ear, laughing at the lighthearted (albeit very tired) whinny he got in response.
The dim glimmer of a house dotted the horizon. As far as his mind was concerned he was already home, wrapping you up in his rain-logged arms and deluging you with kisses and promises to make up for lost time. If he thought hard enough, he could smell that familiar meat and veggie stew you know he loves so much and feel your hands run up his back with heated gasps through his hair by the fireplace, drying him of the rain.
And he was starving. Gods, he needed real food. It had been pouring nonstop for the past few days, and he hadn't eaten a proper meal since the last town he visited (how many days has it been?). If he had to snack on one more apple he was gonna lose it (though Epona would disagree).
The steady steed clopped up the hill, hooves sinking into the mud and slick as she dutifully carried her rider up the steep slope. Her neck whipped back and forth, almost sallying herself to keep going. She saw a familiar roof come into view as well as her (sadly empty) trough. No matter. He would surely fix her a good meal before retiring her for the night.
Link could barely withold his excitement as the top of his door peaked past the hill. He steered Epona into her stable, dismounted, and carefully removed her tack, pressing appreciative nuzzles into her neck. She pawed the ground, motioning at her trough and Link supplied her with an extra hefty helping of dry hay.
Your ears perked up at the high-pitched whinny from outside and you immediately looked out your window. A thick curtain of droplets racing down the glass obscured your vision. You sighed, turning your attention to the ladle lazily mixing the stew. The strong, hearty aroma of the thick, bubbling concoction got you recounting the time you presented the meal to your then-lover Link. You've joked that this is the dish that convinced him to marry you (though he denies such a thing, stating that he would have married you regardless). You smiled desolately at the distant memory and focused your eyes on a log that had collapsed in the fire.
Four knocks broke the silence and your body stiffened. You slowly turned towards the door, hands sweating and heart catapulting to your throat. Could it be...?
Four knocks rang louder this time and you felt your body flinging to the oaken barrier. Your taut fingers knotted around the door handle and you cracked it open.
"Link!!!"
You crashed into each other, gripping each other like a sweet, fleeting dream. You buried your face in his chest, not caring that the soaked fabric was clinging to your skin.
“I’ve missed you…” You looked up to meet soft, adoring eyes and you reached up to sink a deep kiss onto his lips. He almost staggered backward, feeling his knees turn to jelly from the sensation. The ache from countless nights of merely remembering this feeling dissipated instantly and he wrapped you closer to him.
The clamor of violent bubbling ripped your attention from your beloved as you saw the contents of the pot begin to boil over.
"Agh! No!" You slipped from his arms and attended to your sobbing stew, wiping its tears away with your apron and stirring it quickly. Link stepped in, basking in the warmth and the smells of home. He missed this. He missed you.
As much as he wanted to just collapse into your arms or on the couch, he stayed in place, not wanting to tarnish the recently cleaned floors. He had been married to you long enough to know what the floors looked like when cleaned, and how much you hated the muddy footprints he would accidentally leave behind. So he waited, feasting his eyes on your swaying figure.
You took the pot off the fire and set it down on the dining table. You looked up.
"What're you doing over there? Come here!"
He hesitated, cautious eyes flitting to the floor and his little island of a doormat. You laughed, heart warming at the level of care he had for your domestic efforts. How did you get so lucky?
You ran to get the fluffiest towel you owned and threw it over his head, lightly scrunching and ruffling his locks into the fabric. You didn't comment on the blush spreading on his cheeks or the stiff shuffle he had to do to hide the growth in his pants, instead allowing a small, knowing smirk to grace your lips.
Despite your ardent adoration for your husband, you hated how long he had to be away from home. While not his fault by any means, you couldn't help the growing desire to... tease him as 'punishment' for all the cold, lonely nights you spent in your shared bed.
Your hands found the hem of his shirt and in one smooth motion threw it over his head and onto the floor (noting to clean it up later). He gasped, his mind barely processing what just happened as you wrapped the towel behind his back and pulled him closer to you. You rubbed his sides, patted his torso, and traced the V-shaped outline that led down his groin. He shivered, barely holding back a whine, and blue eyes met your doe ones hungrily. You knew what you were doing. You knew exactly what you were doing.
An innocent smile splayed your lips as your hands lowered, gripping the elastic of his pants and tugging slightly downwards. An audible noise left his mouth and a hand flew to cover your own--not to stop you, but just out of sheer shock. You stepped back, lips still pulled into an oblivious lil' grin.
"Be right back. I'm gonna grab you a new pair of pants."
You skipped away from your steaming husband, leaving him half naked and with thoughts of you writhing underneath him, begging for sweet release that brought him happiness.
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Still feigning faux naïveté, you handed him a pair of warm, dry pants and pulled out his favorite chair. You turned around, oh so conveniently remembering to grab the bowls and spoons and such from the cupboard (just long enough for your husband to change clothes). The "suck-pop" of wet feet leaving wetter boots and the shuffle of moving fabric ceased, signaling that it was safe for you to turn around. You placed a bowl, a spoon, a handkerchief, and a mug of water at your respective places on the table. You accessorized the pot of stew with a basket of freshly baked bread; you finally sat down and clasped your hands in thanks to Hylia for bringing your husband back safe and sound.
You immediately dug in, one of you much more voracious than the other. You amusedly slid the handkerchief closer to the occupied Link, whose cheeks were packed with meat and bread. He eyed you thankfully and lightly tapped his mouth of stains, swallowing and sighing contentedly.
"When was the last time you had eaten?" You asked, just now noticing his slightly hollowed cheeks.
His refusal to meet your gaze wrought your stomach with worry.
"Link..." You sighed, reaching for and rubbing his wrist. "My love, you can't skip meals like that..."
"It had been a few days since I last checked into an inn," he started, "and the rain has kept me from getting a fire going."
"What about the snacks I packed for you?"
He slipped an empty sack onto the table, a scatter of crumbs proof to be the last remnants of the previously plentiful cornucopia. A pitying look tinged your features and you squeezed his hand.
"That's okay, love. So long as you're here, I'll cook whatever you want!"
A wicked idea crossed his mind, contrasting the affectionate smile he flashed you.
"Thank you, (F/N). Actually, I have been craving something... sweet lately. Is there anything quick you can whip up?"
"Hm... Something sweet and qui-- Oh! That could work!"
You hurriedly finished the rest of your bowl's contents and immediately went to work on a recipe your friends recently told you about.
"A couple days ago, my friends were telling me about this thing called a 'mug cake.' It's exactly how it sounds--it's a cake in a mug!" You were so excited over the sugary innovation that you hadn't noticed the tall figure sauntering over to you. "Let me see if I can find the recipe... I know I wrote it down somewhere..."
A pair of arms snaked about you and rubbed shallow circles into your hips, eliciting a breathy gasp from your mouth. His nose buried itself into your hair, filling his lungs with your scent. He picked up traces of tonight’s dinner but it combined so pleasantly with your natural, sugary scent. He gently pressed your body against the countertop. Skillful hands prodded your inner thigh as his face fell to your neck, nibbling the soft flesh and drawing the cutest mewls out of you.
"I know what you were doing earlier." His voice reverberated against your neck, sorting your thoughts into a hazy mess. "And I am to return your teasing tenfold."
The hand on your thigh slipped in between your legs, dragging his fingertips along the edges of your undergarments. Your goosebumps tickled his chin and you threw your head back, a needy whine leaving your quivering form. He slotted his tented heat between you, slowly, lightly, teasingly thumbing the wet spot that had begun to stain your underwear.
You grinded your hips against his fingerpad, the rubbing of wet fabric and his fingers rocking your mind with unspeakable pleasures.
"I've hardly done anything to you and you're already so wet for me..." He purred, hands reaching for your chest. "Now, be a good girl and spread your legs."
You blindly followed his simple command, shuffling your legs to allow better access for his hand. His digits continued their sinful ministrations, your sloppy cunt filling the kitchen with lewd noises. His other hand cupped your breasts, his palm sinking, digging into the soft flesh. Your mouth opened to let out a gasp, quickly turning into a yelp when Link began sucking not so gently on your neck. He teethed and tongued the same spot until you felt your poor skin bruise under his treatment; content, he'd move on to repeat the same wicked treatment until he was absolutely satisfied with how beautifully red your skin had turned.
"L-Link..."
"Shhh... Let me pleasure you tonight."
Tears had begun spilling out of your eyes, which he hungrily kissed away. You turned your head, locking his lips into a messy, needy kiss. A hot wetness dragged across your bottom lip, demanding entrance into your wet cavern. The tip of your tongue went to meet his but he had already slipped into your mouth; he pressed his lips deeper into yours. More. He needs more. He pinched your cheeks to open your mouth and he pulled away to watch the saliva trail connecting your tongues snap.
Hooded, lust-fogged eyes met his and his heart quickened. Your vacant, dazed, sloppy expression told him that your brain had turned to mush long ago and you were now his for the taking.
An arm slipped behind your knees and hoisted you up bridal style. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and you up to imprint his lips with another kiss. This one was more tender, lips expertly moving together with the knowledge of what needed to be done to pull the longest, poutiest whine out of you. He turned around for his back to push the bedroom door open, snapping it shut with his hips and gingerly setting you on the freshly washed downy bedsheets.
He climbed atop you on all fours, taking a moment to get drunk on the sight before him. Eyes staring blankly, starvingly at him, silky (H/C) trusses splayed this way and that, a faint hint of cleavage with each haggard breath--Gods, the things he's gonna do to you tonight.
"Show me," he panted, "how you've been pleasuring yourself while I was away."
Your cheeks snapped into a deep crimson, playing his filthy request over and over in your head. A quick bite to a perked, clothed nipple pulled you out of your thoughts and a sweet mix of pleasure and pain got you screaming his name.
"I'm done waiting. Touch yourself."
Like the obedient lamb you were, your hand dragged along the surface of your clothes (which he made quick work of, tearing it off you) until your fingers felt the familiar heat between your legs. You dragged your middle finger up your slit, flicking the engorged bud at the top. You sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed your clit in circular motions. You kept your eyes trained on his, not leaving them for a second lest he disappear and leave you to act on all your sinful thoughts alone. Despite your attempts to keep them on him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a dirty moan left your shaking form.
"That noise... Keep making it." He whispered absently, his hands fumbling to get the rest of his clothes off him. He assisted in taking off whatever was left on you (which wasn't much, most of which was settled and ripped on the floor). In a few short moments you were both clad in nothing but the other's gaze and the bluish glow of the moon at its peak.
"Oh, (F/N)..." He lowered his face and pushed his forehead tenderly against yours. "(F/N)..."
A lustful growl ripped out of his throat and your lips were once again caught with his. Your non-busy hand tangled itself in feathery gold, pulling on his locks as your other hand quickened. A firm grasp on your wrist pulled you away from your cunt and towards his throbbing dick.
"Rub your slick all over me."
Your hand pumped the hot, twitching thing rhythmically while his other hand went to replace what he had taken. You both let out a high-pitched sigh, enraptured in the others' hand.
One, two, three fingers effortlessly slipped into your entrance and you gasped, your upper body shooting upwards. A conveniently placed thumb jammed against your sensitive bud, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body. A husky chuckle rasped out of him as he matched his pacing with your pumping hand. Your eyelids flew shut, waves of pleasure crashing and thrashing your mind about.
"Don't close your eyes, sweet girl," he cooed, "look at me."
"Mm... B-But Link..."
A tight pinch around your clit sent you screaming.
"Look at me."
You cracked your eyes open just enough to see your husband's wrecked, panting, smiling expression.
"Yes... Look at me..." His thrusts quickened. "Look at me while I make a mess of you."
You felt that familiar knot tighten in your gut and your back arched, unknowingly rubbing your nipples against his. How could you feel such a small thing when your husband was practically fisting you at this point? Your husband, on the other hand, hissed at the contact, a shot of electricity shooting through his body that left his fingers tingling. He knew you were close. He knew you were so painfully close.
So why in Hylia's name did he suddenly stop?
"N-No... No, please, Link..." You begged, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. "Please, please, please just let me--"
"Don't you remember what I told you?" He hummed into your ear. "That I would return your teasing tenfold?"
"Link..." You whined; if it were any other day he would have given into those needy, pleading eyes.
But not today.
He wasn't done with you yet.
He waited for you to come down from your high, all the while relishing in your broken sobs for him to keep going as he thought about what else he could do to break you.
"Wrap your legs around me... Good girl..."
He positioned himself in between your legs and rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, mixing beads of precum with your juices.
"Now, what would you like me to do?" His innocently batting lashes juxtaposed the very not innocent position he was in.
"Link, just..." You rasped, your throat aching from all the gasping and screaming you've done. "Please..."
"Please, what? I'm afraid I won't know unless you tell me."
"Please..." You thickly swallowed. "Please put your throbbing cock inside my tight, hot cunt."
You slur out, your dazy state anesthetizing the embarrassment you felt. Link's eyes widened, evidently in disbelief that such a filthy sentence could leave your lips. He licked his mouth dryly, knowing that if he teased you any further you might make him come undone.
"Since you asked so nicely," he prodded your entrance and slipped just the tip in, "I suppose I have no choice but to do as you say."
With a quick snap of his hips, his entire length was in you. You screamed his name and threw your arms around his neck; a rush of colors exploded behind your eyelids as you squeezed his waist tighter. Your tight, wet walls barely had time to adjust to his size before he was mercilessly pounding you into the mattress. Your weak sobs mixed with pleasure-stricken screams as you dug your nails into his back, scarring the flesh with your love scratches.
He hissed at the deliciously painful sensation and cradled your head, using it to move further, faster, deeper into you. Your eyes floated to the ceiling which was the only thing grounding you to this reality as your mind slipped in and out of conscious thought. Hands moved from your head to your waist, lifting them slightly at just the right angle--
"Ah! Link!”
There it was.
It was all over for you the moment you let his name slip out of your mouth. He rammed himself against your sweet spot harder harder harder harder and you were completely, utterly at the mercy of your sex-starved husband.
"Gods, it's so good... You feel so good, (F/N)..."
His eyes met yours and it was filled to the brim with tender, nurturing love. You had no fucking idea how he could look so gentle while currently rearranging your organs. His lips brushed your tears away and swept your temple as his pace quickened and breathing turned haggard.
"My (F/N)... My sweet, sweet girl... My star, my goddess, my love..."
His love-garnered nicknames had your heart exploding in your chest and you were crying for a completely different reason.
"My darling, you look so beautiful... you feel so beautiful..."
His adoring eyes and quivering whispers worshipped your body, his temple, and the way it squeezed him so tightly.
"You're so good to me... So, so good to me..." His face lowered to nip the spot where your shoulder met your neck. "I'm so lucky to call you mine..."
The familiar, tight feeling from earlier gnarled your lower abdomen, begging for release so badly it hurt. You cast your eyes to Link's face, glistening with sweat and wrecked with pleasure. His eyes weren't even open anymore, completely lost in the sensations of being inside you.
"You want to cum, my goddess? Huh? You want to cum for me?"
His pace was the quickest, most erratic it's been. He's close too.
"Yes! Let me cum! Let me cum, please!"
Neither of you can stand much more.
"Mm! Say it..." He growled. "Say that you love me.”
"Link! I love you! I l-love--"
Thick ropes of cum shot inside you, painting your wet walls a pretty white. Feeling him fill you up was all you needed for the knot to come undone and for a wave of light to crash into you. Your head throbbed and throbbed, the ache and rush of blood filling your head dully adding to your pleasure. Your body twitched under him, squirming as it wracked with a high you've never experienced before. Link heaved a sigh, riding wave after wave of pleasure. Moving even slightly would get him seizing again, so he hovered over your body unmoving for a long time. He felt his seed slip out of your cunt despite his dick still plugging your entrance; a pleasant chill ran down his spine, an image of you round with his child permeating his thoughts.
A wicked idea crossed his mind, contrasting the affectionate smile he flashed you.
"Don't fall asleep just yet, dove," With hands still wrapped around your waist, he flipped you over and put you on all fours. "I'm not done with you yet."
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Link pressed a soft kiss to your temple, cooing praises into your ear that rang with his and your pleasured screams. Not that you could hear it--you were passed the fuck out. A light yellow curtain broke the soft blue sky of morning and he smiled, thinking of all the things you could do together to make up for lost time. Maybe you can show him that “mug cake” thing. It does sound interesting.
You shifted in your sleep and mumbled incoherencies to no one in particular. Link paused, careful to not interrupt your precious sleep and waited patiently for you to settle. Once you did, his hands went back to caressing your cheek and playing with your hair. Now that he was back, he was gonna spoil you absolutely rotten.
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My mind is just on full drive right now, yall don't even KNOW!! Anyways, here's more Link smut for you all. This reader is gender neutral, so all of yall, knock yourselves out! Happy Reading!
You were invited for a night in the town… to Gerudo town that is. You have become close with one of the members so they decided to give you special permission to roam freely throughout the town. You spent most of your time shopping around the local markets, but as the sun began to set, you were thinking of heading back to your home village. Before you could however, your female friend just couldn’t let you go home without visiting a special place first. There was a bar on the outskirts of the town, where the drinks were served on cue and pretty vais to go around. Naturally, you were more tired than usual, you had woken up a few hours earlier than your normal schedule. But you couldn’t let your friend down, not after you spent the whole day with her… in a desert no less. So you put out anything that would remind you of going home, and the two of you made your way to the bar.
Since it was during the week, the bar wasn’t as crowded as usual, in fact, it seemed very peaceful to be honest. You and your friend decided to sit at a small table with a couch, near the back of the room. Drinks were offered to you but you nicely decided as you weren’t known to be a heavy drinker. Of course, your friend scolded you for not wanting to have fun, but hey, one of you needed to get the other one home safely. The time was spent chatting with the other members and enjoying a few games here and there. It was nice to get out of your comfort zone for just a little while. To finally let go of your busy life, this was a blessing. Eventually your friend decided to go meet with a few of her peers and wanted to ask if you wanted to come along. You didn’t want to ruin her special gathering with your awkward silence, so you told her that you would be fine and off she went. While your main source of communication is gone now, it appears that you were in your own little world it seems… or so you thought.
About ten minutes into your relaxation, you started to notice that someone was watching you from afar. It was too dim within the area to get a good look at the individual, so you made sure to keep your guard up as they got closer. When you were able to see them up close, you were very surprised. It was a vai… however… this vai was different from all the rest. She was very short, had blonde hair and pale skin. She had a scarf to cover up the back of her hair, and she had no abs. Though, the size of this vai’s hips made you ignore the fact observation. You wondered where she could have come from. Was she a distant member of the tribe, or was she just visiting. All of the questions in your mind seemed to disappear the moment this vai decided to sit close to you. She didn’t say anything, but it appeared that she enjoyed your company… perhaps a little too much.
You don’t know how long it’s been since you hit here, but the feeling of being tired was starting to take place. Still, you tried your best to keep up having a conversation with the tiny vai, in order to keep her company. You wondered if she had come to this bar alone, since no one else seemed to look like her. If that was the case, you felt completely sad that this vai didn’t seem to have a friend here, maybe that was what she wanted. Speaking of friends, you couldn’t see the one that you showed up with, a part of you wondered if you should go look for you. As you were about to sit up, the vai softly whined and held on to your arm very tightly. It appeared that she didn’t want you to leave, and despite just holding on to your arm, you could feel how strong she was. You suppose that she likes to work out in her free time. Not wanting to upset the small vai anymore, you gently rested back onto the couch as the vai seemed to hum in contempt. She pushed herself up against your body and gently began to nuzzle her face against your chest. Softly rested a hand on her shoulder as you took in a sip from your cup. Wait… how did this get here?
You found it hard to remain awake with how blurry your vision was. It was as if you were walking through a thick haze, though you could tell that you weren’t moving. You were laying down on your stomach… you could barely move your arms and legs. It didn’t hurt to move, but you just couldn’t, you had no idea what was happening. Where were you even, were you still at the bar? Did you already return home and are just waking up from a big hangover? How much did you even have to drink? All of these questions remained unanswered, and there was nothing you could do. However, you were still able to feel things… you felt something… wet almost. As if something was… licking you from somewhere… you just hoped that you didn’t have an accident. That hope was relieved when you realized that wasn’t the case… but what was actually going on, made your stomach turn into a thousand knots.
You let out a choked cry as your body jolted forward. You were then pressed right back down to whatever you were laying against, with a hand on the back of your neck, and another hand holding one of your arms back to hold you in place. There was peace for about a few seconds before you started to feel movement again. You couldn’t help yourself but pant and moan to yourself, feeling so soft and yet so full at the same time. Your position never changed from the start, your view solely on the wall in front of you. The volume of your voice increased as the pressure of the movements got rougher. You whined in protest, hoping that whatever this was would stop, but it didn’t, at least not completely. After a few minutes, the motion became a lot slower and gentler… almost as a gentle thrust of some kind. That was the point that made sense to you… these were thrusts? Something… or someone… was…
You tried to break free from this hold as you tried to sit up. The hands released both your neck and your arm, but only for a split second. Suddenly your body was pushed down fully on the surface, with two arms surrounding your shoulders, holding you in place. You tried to wiggle your way out of the grip, but it was no use, the arms gripped you tighter the more you struggled. Seeing how there was no way out of this, you reluctantly accepted your fate, mentally punching yourself in the stomach as you quietly cried. The person doing this, seemed to feel bad for a moment, and decided to shh you while resting their head on your shoulder. You were surprised by this sudden action by this stranger. It’s not like they were being nice beforehand. As you relaxed into their arms you realized something. The sleeves that they had on were very familiar… almost similar to the ones the vai had on with her outfit earlier. In fact… could they… was this…?
Before you were given the chance to attempt to figure out what was going on, your mind was soon interrupted again. The stranger seemed to get bored of the soft movements and decided to pick up their pace again. You gasped as you felt your insides being stretched again, against the throbbing impact from behind. You knew this was wrong and you wanted them to stop. But at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to shout against them. The only noises that came from your mouth were just the cries of not wanting this to stop. It’s been so long since you’ve been cared for, you couldn’t let this moment go to waste. Your constant yells of please and yes only encourage the stranger to go harder. The thrusts became so powerful each time, and yet they were about to get sloppier. But you still wanted more, you wanted them to continue so badly, you couldn’t take it. You wanted to be used, to be stretched out, to be filled, you wanted it all.
You begged them not to slow down, not even for a second. In response, the hold that they had on you grew tighter as you could hear a few low grunts of their own. They needed this just as bad as you did, you both wanted to release together. Despite being pinned down, you were able to move your hands somewhat. You needed to feel around for something, anything to keep you grounded, but it wasn’t much use. Drool started to pool from your mouth as you continued to wail out in pleasure. Over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. You couldn’t take it anymore, you couldn’t control yourself anymore… you needed to… you needed to… Your final cry of pleasure was quickly compressed by the stranger’s hand. You shook and cried violently as you felt your inner core be filled. It was just so much… being filled up while also being leaked out at the same time. Your body couldn’t take it, there was suddenly a big heat wave that had just collapsed onto your body, and you felt limp across the surface. You eyes couldn’t even stay open for another minute, before the deep slumber of sleep took you as it’s prisoner once again.
You suddenly jolted up from your sleep as the rays of the sun had made their way through your window. Then you were suddenly hit with a wave of body aches that made you gently lay back down again. You took a moment to enjoy the softness of your bed… when you realized this wasn’t your bed. As you looked around, it seemed that you were in a hotel room of sorts, there was even a tray of goodies that was sitting next to a small table. It appears someone must have ordered room service. As you try to force yourself out of bed, you noticed a small note on that same table, next to your bed. You reached out for it to take a look at what it said.
Sorry about last night, but I am glad you had with me though. Let’s do this again sometime.
Until Then,
Vai~
You put the note down as you let your head rest on the pillow. Your mind couldn’t understand what had just happened the night before. What the hell even happened to you? Where did your friend run off to? How many drinks did you end up consuming? And most importantly… who was that Vai?
Okay, so the Ravio ficlet is fighting me tooth and nail rn but I offer this instead @lovanmari @angry-trashcan @wayfayrr
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Honestly, a solid 7.8/10. Like, he has a general idea of what he's doing, but still needs some instruction every now and again. But he's the best at massages. You didn't hear it from me, but if you flutter your lashes and ask really nicely, he'll be at your mercy for whatever your heart desires <3
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Look...This is one Link that I can safely say it's not his freaking hands. It's his fingers. He loves what their capable off, both with a weapon and without. Especially when it comes to taking apart his lover over and over again. Just to see those sweet expressions, just to hear those orgasmic noises, just to experience pure bliss in taking his partner apart at the seams.
On his partner? I could lie to you guys and say he doesn't have one. Or I can tell you about how he drools over a good set of cheeks. (not face cheeks). He loves watching his lover's ass just bounce and ripple with every smack he lays against it. Even better when he wears his rings and leaves a pretty little welt behind as a reminder of him <3
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Oh he's loves backshots. You know why? Because he gets to cum all over his lover's ass and watch it drip around the curve. And he's got thick cum, I just know it. I just know it's thick and the perfect consistency to drip down in perfect little rivulets down your ass then your thighs.
Don't get him wrong, he also loves cumming deep inside of you, only to then finger it back inside your dirty little whole.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Is so open to a threesome with Ravio. I HAD TO GET THIS OUT THERE I'M SORRY-
Should his lover bring it up, because he'd rather drown himself than do it himself, he would agree to a threesome with the merchant faster than his lover could blink.
Is totally open to fucking into his lover while Ravio fucks him from behind. That's the thought of the night, your welcome :)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I'd say he's one of the more experienced(?) Links out of the bunch? I think he went on a bit of a spiral after Marin and just took every lay he could get to get his mind off her. Little bit of a slut tbh-
That's okay, he stops when he meets you <3 Then he's your slut <3
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Ooh so many. He likes them all, but obviously anything that gives him access to your ass. Doggy style has a place in his heart for so many reasons. One) He can smack and play with your ass whenever he wants. Two) He can bend over your back and fondle your chest and pull at your nipples whenever he wants. Three) He can mark up your back to his hearts content without worrying about the others seeing the marks.
10/10 position in his humble (Correct) opinion.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Have you met this man? Him goofy?
Probably fnofnbf. Drops a snide/sarcastic remark just to get his lover's mind off the intrustion entering their body (I hate myself <3). Anything to get them to smile up at him with that dazzling smile.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
HFIOHFF I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE. No. Carpets do not match drapes. In fact, drapes are strawberry blond and carpet is PINK. His dick hair is pink. sorry to burst y'alls bubbles. Not even a little. He is practically barbie bushed. But it's well groomed! Trimmed and orderly because it it's not it gets itchy and makes him cranky.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Oh, he just wants to please his partner. If they want intimacy, he's giving them intimacy. He'll be the most romantic partner his lover has ever seen. Or, if they would rather him spit in their mouth and slap them around a bit, he's doing that too. Maybe they just want him to call them his 'Perfect little whore.' to get that perfect mix of both praise and degradation. He's doing it all. <3
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Does it a surprising amount. Now, HEAR ME OUT- don't leave yet. He's got a crazy high Libido. One would even say it's comparable to a rabbit's. Either way he's constantly going and going and going. And his partner needs a break. So if he has to hump his hand to the thought of them, then so be it. He's willing to give them a break, if only to know he can go twice as hard the second he get's his hands on them again.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Goddess above where does one begin-
Huge corruption kink, breeding kink, loves to tie his lover up, totally into temperature play, loves marking up his lover with welts and bite marks, cockwarming, spanking, degradation, praise, brat taming, predator/prey play (I'll let you decide who's who in that scenario).
He's open to exploration and will try anything at least once. Anything his lover wants <3
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Wants total privacy. Look, I know I said he'll try anything at least once, but if it's something huge he needs to be alone with his lover with the amount of vulnerability he's gonna show. If exhibitionism is the thing he's trying, he's going to need a lot of convincing and you're gonna need to start slow. Maybe not locking the door one time or leaving a window open. Things like that.
Just take things slow and he'll open up to other locations. Number one is still his house though. Ravio can join go take a walk after being (s)exiled.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Oh anything. Like I said, fucking like rabbits. You breath in his general direction and he's sweating, doing the good ol' horny grip on his pants and thighs and praying you don't notice. Has to take a walk after that. Maybe settle behind a tree for a solid tug-and-rub.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Honestly? Probably absolutely against watersports. Idk i just can't see him being into it no matter what. Gives him the absolute biggest ick.
(loves making his lover squirt if they're capable of doing so though)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
I think he prefers receiving. He's absolutely fantastic at giving, like holy shit give this man a medal. But I think he prefers watching your eyes water as you try to take him all in one good. Loves feeling your throat constrict around him. And if you fondle/ finger yourself while doing so, looking up at him through your lashes?
He'll fuck your face. And he won't be nice with it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
I'm sure the rabbit jokes are getting old at this point, but you need to understand how important that side of him is to me.
Anyway, absolutely fast and rough. Jackhammers into his lover, absolutely scrambles their brain because just listening to them babble is so hot to him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them. Will do them every chance he gets. He is so down for a quickie and he's good at them. He's rocking your little world with the ten minutes he has.
Since you have to be quick, he can't spill all over your ass, so this little bastard obviously has to cum inside :) And then he expects you to hold a straight face while dripping his cum :)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said, down to try anything at least once, but he may have to warm up to the idea. Just take it slow, baby steps, and let him warm up to the idea. Let him take the lead. He'll do anything you want after that <3
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
...OKAY- I WON'T SAY IT BUT KNOW I'M THINKING IT.
He has stamina for DAYS. Can't stop when he gets going. Like he gets straight up sexdrunk. Pussydrunk/Dickdrunk idk (I read the term in a Leon Kennedy x Reader fic and that's now how I'm describing all of the Links thanks) He's that. He's just so into it that he cannot stop. Your gonna have to stop him and pull him away man.
Although, you don't have to <33
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Absolutely uses toys. He sees them as a partner in crime rather than the enemy (As he should) and uses all sorts just to see what happens because of it. Remember that temp. play thing I mentioned? Loves using different tools, running them along your skin just to hear you cry out or jut up into him, shivering.
Also, probably loves plugs with a little tail on the end. A bunny tail-SORRY YOU HAD TO KNOW THAT WAS COMING-
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Loves to tease. He is absolutely loves making you beg for him. Loves feeling you make a mess all over yourself, and by consequence himself, only to pull away at the very last second. Actually. now that I think about it, he's so into edging. And the second your on the precipice, he'll push you over that ledge, but instead of staying with you and carrying you through that high, he's ruining your orgasm and laughing in your face.
Only to do it all over again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not overly loud...unless your sucking him off and playing with his balls. He's just a mess. I mean, he's crying out, whining, whimpering your name. Just broken. A broken little man.
When he's hitting it from the back though, it's not so much noises, but words. Legend has a FILTHY fucking mouth. Like get this man a bar of soap because the words he utters? Pure filth hidden in the perfect little tone, meant to make you shatter underneath of him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Absolutely loves dumbifying his lover. Loves just turning them into the perfect, mindless little toy for him to use. Their mindless little cries as he just destroys them? Drive him up the wall. Their sinful whimpers as they reach for him, pulling him as close as possible as he carves his place into them?
Fuck, he's going feral just thinking about it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's packing an average six inches, seven when hard. Average girth as well. You know what's not average about him though? He's got the best curve to his dick. And it's all natural. It hits the perfect spots every time, no matter the position. And, when he puts his mind to it, he can make it feel thirteen times better. He's brushing against those spots without really trying anyway, but now he's hitting them, dead on, every single thrust.
And he's got nice balls. Suck 'em a little. He'll cry. In a good way though. :)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High. There is never a moment he's not down to do that devil's tango. He just hides it well. He has the trauma to have a damn good poker face and uses it all the time. He can't have all his thoughts on full display.
You know...Thoughts on bending you over his knee and just smacking those cheeks of yours, turning them a cherry red and watching the flesh ripple. Of making you cry and cling to him, begging him to stop while also pleading with him to do no such thing. Yk. Casual things.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Doesn't sleep normally let alone when his lover is displaying such vulnerability in his presence. He has to protect them! He needs to be there just in case. He's their first and last line of defense.
He's not sleeping until he's absolutely certain it's safe for both of you.
At the start, he's...not the best. But-BUT, hear me out, he learns. He's such a good learner and he's quick at learning things too. You could mention something offhandedly during... fucking lunch or something and he's remembering it for the next time you have sex. So while it takes time, he does eventually become a king at aftercare. Massaging muscles, lotion-ing bodies, helping Reader to the bathroom, etc...
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His partner? Everything. All of it. Anything Reader is willing to bless him with he's all over. But if he had to chose? Their tummy honestly. It's a sign of their health to him. If it has a little chub? His favorite. It means he's doing his job and their eating well. Their remaining safe and healthy and happy. And he loves just holding it and anchoring his hands there.
On him? ...His hands. I know I said this with Twilight (Lmao I wrote Twilight's before Wilds), but Wild likes his hands too. They're talented. They have to be. With his knife skills, and his rock climbing and whatever else, he has strong fingers. And he knows how to use them. If it makes his partner happy, he's happy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Oh, he loves painting his partner's chest and stomach in his cum. Watching the ropes paint their skin a pretty white while bliss makes their gaze loopy and blank drives him absolutely nuts, probably making him hard all over again as he's pouncing once more to do it all over again.
He'll never say no to giving you his own personal pie though. I'm so sorry for that I hate myself lmao /s
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He would love if you pegged him while he was wearing the Vai outfit. Lay him down and take it slow? Lace kisses up and down his scarred body? Take your sweet time with him and ensure his own pleasure no matter what while taking him apart? All of it. He wants all of it. He wants to feel you, hold you, let you take charge so he can let his guard down for once.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Nope. Clueless. If he had sex before dying, he forgot. He considered himself a virgin when you two met and says he lost it to you when asked. Maybe he had sex before he died, but fuck if he knows. He only knows you.
And he loves learning with you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
This is a toughie because he is so erratic as a character. Somedays he probably loves you ass down face up, others he just needs missionary. Depends on his mood and how the day is going/went.
But his ultimate favorite is probably the pretzel dip. Having you on your side with one of his legs hooked over your bottom leg is perfect in every way. He gets that intimacy that comes with eye contact, and he gets all the benefits of doggy style. It has that special place in his heart.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He definitely lets out a few jokes and quips. It relaxes him, it relaxes his partner. He sees it as a win-win. He loves making things as effortless as possible for both parties, and if that does it, so be it. Plus he loves his lover's laugh.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Oddly enough, yeah, I think he's pretty well groomed. It's a bush, but it's a controlled bush, yk? No. it's cleaned and groomed and trimmed. probably a little lighter than his normal hair color.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He can be super romantic! Flowers, candles, soft words of praise. He can do the whole package. But he can also do everything else. He's a wild card, heh, in the sense that he can be whatever you need from him.
He does love those intimate nights of reestablishing your love for one another. Sure, you can have the bells and whistles that come with kinks and toys and whatever else, but those nights where its just you and him and the love between you two manifesting itself into this act are always going to be some of his favorites.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He used to do it every once in a while. Not often, but when the nights got a little too lonely he would take the twenty minutes to rub one out. It de-stressed him and got his muscles relaxed enough for him to take a breather for an hour. After meeting you? It's so incredibly rare. He loves just having you there because not only does the release relax him, but so does your presence alone.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He definitely likes cuffing his lover's hands together with metal bracelets and using magnesis to hold them up. Or using just a bit of Cryonis to cultivate small ice cubes that leave shiny tails along your body. Or maybe he's uses stasis to freeze you place while he does whatever he wants with you? Hard to choose really.
For sure has a exhibitionist kink though. He loves the thrill of almost getting caught. Makes him feel alive.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere he can get his hands on you. If it has reasonable privacy and you guys have twenty minutes, he's taking you then and there. His favorite place is probably his own home. Or in an alley in Gerudo? Maybe behind a rock formation in Eldin? Perhaps a cabin up in Hebra?
Maybe he can't pick a favorite afterall~
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He's kind of like Twilight in the sense of everything, but when there's something that gets the adrenaline pumping, he's especially ripping, ready to go. Especially if it's right after a near death experience. Those have him spitting out an excuse before pulling you out of ear shot and pinning you to the nearest tree while his body still thrums with the rush left over.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that comes even remotely close to non-consensual play. Like consensual non-consent? He fucking hates it. He hates the idea that he could ever be capable of hurting you in such a way. It eats at him and he fucking refuses to do anything that bares any resemblance to that. He needs clear, verbal consent to any and everything.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Also a giver! He loves hooking your legs over his shoulders as you lean against a tree, fingers threading in his hair. Or slipping between you and the counter you lean onto for support pulling your hips in time with his tongue. Or simply letting you use his mouth as your own personal toy <3
When it comes to receiving, he is the biggest whiner. He doesn't have the patience for teasing, so he's constantly bucking his hips, and he doesn't keep quiet doing so either. He's begging and pleading for more, all while whimpering out your name. If he gets especially desperate, he may forgo your pace and fuck your mouth instead.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Can do both. He likes the soft and sensual side, being reminded that he's worth something, but he also likes just ruining you and having you beneath him. Putting him in charge and trusting he knows how to deal with you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them. All the time. He's a busy man with a lot on his plate and if he can destress and restart with just a twenty minute break? He's doing it. Any chance he gets he's taking it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
So down for any risks. He loves the idea of it all. Sucking his dick in an inn bathroom while a group of men walk past? He's biting his lips at the thought of them walking in to see you on your knees. He's going down on you behind some pasture while people bargain for horse equipment? Nearly cumming in his pants at the though. Anything his partner is up to, he's ready to follow.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
So many rounds. You cannot stop him by trying to exhaust him. It doesn't work like that. His lover either taps out or their going until the sun is shining down on them, lettings its rays cascade over their worn and tired bodies.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He does. He's into all sorts of things and is always open to try something new. I don't know what the kink scene is like in Hryule, but Wild probably comes up with new things all on his own ;) Pretty silken ropes, or plugs made from shined and polished metal, maybe even a bar meant to keep his beloveds ankles spread just for him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves teasing. Winding up his partner tighter and tighter, waiting for them to snap, and watching with glee as their own frustrations build up. He's letting his touches linger and his words dip into a husky whisper against their ears, only to walk away right after, whistling a hearty tune.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He makes the prettiest noises. Loud and pretty and even when he tries to muffle them, he just can't. It's like it goes against his very soul to hide how good you make him feel from the world.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Okay, so I know some people tag him a brat/ power bottom, and you're right, but I also like the idea of him just being this no nonsense dom. He's had a taste of being in total control of himself, and what he does, and loves it. From the bits he remembers, pre-Calamity, he wasn't happy. Not with his every move monitored and carefully dictated. So when his partner not only gives him control over himself, but also them?
He's drooling at the thought of it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Not overly girthy, pretty average in fact, but the length. 6.5 inches with a few veins running up the sides. The head is a darker red than the rest of his skin and he's surprisingly circumcised. (His dad was in the military as well, so it's probably a result of his dad following those strict guidelines.)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high. He's under a lot of stress okay? He needs something to let it out on. Plus, that alone with his energy reservoirs leads to him needing something pretty near constantly. He's normally able to push it back, but if you offered him whenever the urge hit you, he'd be up for it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not for a while. Even after something like sex drains his energy, Wild has the innate need to ensure that his sweetheart is okay. He's watching them for a while, just making sure their chest is rising and falling the way it's supposed to. When fatigue does eventually tug at his bones, he's burrowing into their side and letting them hold him as he drifts to sleep, content their okay for the night.
that sex pollen ficlet for wild,,,, enjoy. reader has a vagina no pronouns
@thatunoriginalhuman @browneyedgirl22 << it won’t lemme tag u !!!!
minors do not interact.
you had thought your lover was acting funny after coming from the forest. wild was known for being quiet around others, but not you. you were his baby, his world, his everything. so why wasn’t he talking to you? you only got little grunts and one word answers. it was starting to make you upset, and mostly concerned. all the two of you had done was a little exploring. what could have set him off?
you thought maybe you’d done something to upset him, but you were dead wrong.
the moment you returned home, your clothes were gone. you squealed as wild tore into your shirt and shorts. they were too small, too revealing. you might as well have worn nothing. of course, that’s what he would’ve preferred.
“l-link! w-what are you—“
“the plants. t-they did something, i need— please baby, just let me have you. i need you so bad, i love you—“
you were still confused. you had to tug at his hair a bit to make him come to his senses. wild hissed, stopping his attempts to get you naked.
“baby, please tell me what’s wrong!” you cry. wild stops his frantic movements, his heart melting at the worried look on your face. he tries to take a breath.
“w-when we were in the forest. the p-plants they… they smelled funny. i w-was fine at first but now… i just need you. i even waited til we were home, b-baby. please let me have you,” he panted, his breathing ragged. you could tell how affected he was. his face was red, and he looked more desperate than you’d ever seen him. this was why he was quiet? cause he’d sniffed some plants that made him horny?
“oh, baby, of course. you should have just told me. come here, i’ll make you feel good—“
“no!” wild growled. you flinched, taken aback but his outburst. “b-but you said—“
“need you on my tongue first.” without another word, he shoved you against the wall, getting on his knees and putting your legs on his shoulders. you were always surprised by his strength, no matter how many times he’d show off. he didn’t bother taking your underwear off, simply pushing them to the side. though you swore you heard a tear.
wild moans like an whore when he finally tastes your cunt, his eyes rolling back into his head. his hand fumbled with his pants, freeing his leaky cock. he fists his hard length, finally relieving the painful hard on he’d had all day. he never stops eating you out like it was his last meal.
you let out a shaky moan, your hands finding his soft hair. your legs twitched and clamped around his head, making him let out a strangled moan into your wet cunt. “f-fuck, y-you should’ve told me earlier— mmn! feels so good, m-more!”
the praise went straight to his dick. if wild had one weakness, it was you. more? you didn’t have to tell him twice. you didn’t even have to tell him once. your sweet voice calling out for him, your warm, soft thighs trapping his head in your sopping cunt—
