I have never been in a position where I wanna write SO BAD but literally all of my time is sapped by studying 😭😭 also hi! I'm alive! barely!
I'm back in school (again) for my 2nd degree heheh but the class im in rn is SO UGLYY I LITERALLY HAVE TO STUDY FOR LIKE 6-8 HRS A DAY AND STILL THATS NOT EVEN ENOUGHHHHHDHSNSKIS so anyways! times have been tough and I started reading again and I realized how much i missed writing...... :(
i can't promise anything, but in btwn study sessions, I'll try to work on a fic or two! I've got plenty of ideas I want to write abt, but finding the time is gonna be..... a struggle 😭
thank you for your continued patience as always. ik I have periods where I just completely disappear for months on end, but I always do my best to come back eventually! life just happens to pull me away for quite some time, but rest assured I will not be leaving any time soon (or at least without saying a proper goodbye)!
first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...
10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds
Dogma (HolyKnight!Link x Priestess!Reader) Temple!AU SMUT
(a/n) my first bullet point fic!! honestly i wasn't sure if i should stick to the usual fic format or try this out, but i decided to try something new. if you want to see a more fleshed out story, just lmk! and i'm sorry if it's a bittt rougher than usual. i haven't written anything in months so LOL
cw: afab!curvy!reader, link is just a MASSIVE horn dog, corruption kink, m!masturbating, mentioned penetration, mentioned fingering, mentioned oral, very sacrilegious acts lol, also this was written in like an hour so beware askjdlkfd, 18+ mdni
wc: 954
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hailing from a renowned lineage of knights, it was only expected that Link would be carted off to serve as one in the service of the Goddess the moment he was old enough to hold a sword
several grueling years of intense physical training, coupled with long days spent discussing everything from defense strategies, history, mathematics, and the tenets of the temple, tempered his mind and spirit to be balanced, disciplined, and pure
all of his efforts culminated on the steps of the temple one sunny afternoon at his knighting ceremony
he swore an oath to serve Her Divinity with truth, justice, and loyalty. to protect the defenseless, bless the less fortunate, and harbor those in need of refuge
you arrived in the weeks shortly after he swore his oath, and right off the bat bro's self-control and all of the purity dogma pounded into his head was PUT TO THE TEST
a mere priestess-in-training, you were placed under a more knowledgeable sister to learn how to best serve your Goddess
the garments used for practitioners-in-training were shorter than the robes reserved for those whose hearts thrummed with purity and spirits proved unyielding to the faith
watching you walk into the temple for the first time, the golden hem hugging your mid-thighs and gilded bangles tinkling from your wrists and ankles, made him choke on his spit
a nudge here and a whisper there was all it took to learn your name and the reason for your special appointment
typically, priestesses were offered to the temple from a young age to begin their training
a miracle, prophesied through dreams that could only have stemmed from the Divine, had saved your little hamlet in the corner of the kingdom
once word had spread to the ears of the temple, an individual with such a strong connection to Her Divinity was practically impossible to ignore
and so, under the direction of High Priest Rhoam, you were transported from your humble hometown to the slot right across the room from him
both clergy and knights gathered in the temple for evening assembly
a holy time to strengthen your bonds with the Goddess, offering heartfelt prayers and renewing oaths of devotion to the Divine and those She protects
but by the gods, if this wasn't the most sacrilegious evening of the hylian's LIFE
you were undoubtedly beautiful, the silky white robes doing little to hide your soft, supple hips, or the little pudge that muffined the lace garter worn by the temple's priestesses
doe eyes flitted between the wall and floor, clearly unused to the new environment you were dropped into
shaky fingers fidgeted with the golden lace that trimmed your robe, lightly jingling the metal bands that cuffed your wrists
he centered his breathing and focused his thoughts on Her Grace, but witnessing your thighs clench and shiver from an ill-timed draft crippled his quickly compromising defenses
it was wrong, he knew it was wrong
but on the rare nights when it was just him in the usually stuffy barracks, Hylia forgive him
the way he moaned your name with heated fervor, confessing all the wrongs he wanted to commit with your body
how he fantasized rolling your clit, puffed with need, in between his calloused fingertips. watching your heaven-bound eyes roll into the back of your head as you chanted his name like a prayer
sinking his hands into your pudge and watching the fair skin purple and blot with sin
burying his nose in your folds like it was his personal holy text, worshipping the ambrosia you would so willingly grace your loyal devotee
Hylia, he was filthy
decrepit
twisted for wanting to tarnish one of Her Divinity's daughters
but it just felt so good, so devilishly delicious imagining your plush walls choke his cock
how he'd hold your gaze as he slowly bottomed out
the whimpers and pleas he'd swallow with a kiss as he rolled his full length into you once, twice, thrice
he imagined how luxurious you would feel while he kneaded your softness, the shadows that would dance across your body as the moon peeked at utter depravity from his window
he had to stop
he must stop
how dare he lust after you? how dare he disrespect you with such abhorrent desires?
oh, but how sweet would you taste once he's had you coming once, twice, thrice?
what sort of masterpiece would you paint on his sheets once he got you squirting and shaking?
could you please, pretty please crush his skull with those chubby thighs of yours as he got his fill of you?
if only he could drown in you, be baptized in your essence and purified from the inside out
if only he could slip a finger or two in your puckering hole and pump at a beat resembling his heart
how his fingers ached to feel your wetness caving around him
how he'd worship and coo at your blissed out expressions, fucked too stupid to form a single thought
how long could you last with such sinful ministrations being performed on you?
how many rounds would it take before your sobs and his moans deafened the Goddess's voice?
Hylia, give him strength
Hylia, grant him forgiveness
Most Divine, do not eschew mercy from this wretched's soul
but gods, he needed you
he needed you
he needed you writhing under him, breathless and whining
he needed you mounted on his face, fucking his mouth until you both saw stars
he needed you leaned over the altar, whispering vows of devotion not to the goddess you both swore to serve, but to each other
a promise to love and cherish, sealed by the most blasphemous acts
decided to work on a WIP that's been sitting in my drafts since FOREVER, saved it, and now it's gone 🙂🙂🙂 and i can't find it 🙂🙂🙂 the next story may take awhile lmao
decided to work on a WIP that's been sitting in my drafts since FOREVER, saved it, and now it's gone 🙂🙂🙂 and i can't find it 🙂🙂🙂 the next story may take awhile lmao
hi i'm alive :D i'm sorry for just disappearing!! by the time i had realized how long i had been gone, i felt weirdly anxious abt coming back??? for some reason??? so i kept putting it off more and more and..... well....... 🫠 but i'm back and will be going back to writing soon! ♡
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
LIKE OKAY I feel like btwn keeping the princess safe, following strict regiments to condition his body to remain battle-ready, constantly being shoved in ✨️hazardous✨️ situations, and the weight of royal knight responsibilities choking any semblance of normalcy out of his life, boy's prob got ALOT of pent up emotions that just needs.... a release. a physical, non-violent release. and who doesn't love getting lost in their music (either listening or making it)??
link is more than happy to play second fiddle to Zelda bc she's the princess and he's simply her royal guard. he doesn't expect heraldry for his heroics and is a pretty down-to-earth guy, all things considered.
drums are often delegated to be supporting instruments--the backbone to much more expressive instruments, like the guitar and voice. but drums drive the music. they determine the tempo of the song. even if every other instrument is perfect or the vocals are great, the song will sound 'off' at best or downright horrible at worst if the beat is shit. when you remember a catchy tune, it's prob the beat that sticks with you.
