link being absolutely obsessed with how you taste.
oral fixation to an extreme when it comes to you.
he'd go hours and hours eating you out, drooling against the slick of your cunt, like he's never eaten a thing in his life, the damn glutton he is.
sitting on his face, sixty-nine, from the back, any position he would do, as long as he could devour you.
he can't get enough of your pretty moans and whimpering as you're about to cum on his tongue.
his strong, muscular arms wrapped around your legs, toned and veiny hands harshly gripping the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread just enough to fit his head as deep as he could go.
"c-cumming, fuck... link!"
the lewd wet slurps as he ravenously ate your sweet cunt, sucking perfectly at your clit once you'd scream for climax.
the bottom of his face absolutely soaked after the way he dives into you, he couldn't get enough of sloppily sucking and licking at your swollen cunt.
think of it as a stress reliever for him, how he'd sometimes practically beg you to ride his face.
and how could you say no.
he was so good at getting you off without even touching you, just a flick of his tongue.
he'd be more then happy to add a finger or two if you asked, but god his mouth was so good.
if he did ever use his fingers though, getting you to squirt just to greedily eat up your mess sounds like a plan to him.
he flipped you over after you've cum, laying on your back as he slipped down between your legs once more.
your legs trembled with overstimulation as he caressed and kissed the inside of your shaky thighs.
heaving and whining as he slipped his fingers across your dripping cunt, blue eyes flickering up at you under eyelids to watch how you'd react.
he kept your legs from snapping closed, being much stronger than you, pushing his fingers inside.
he sighed a whimper as he felt you quickly tighten, and didn't hesitate to curl his fingers immediately.
his calloused hand roamed your thigh, and down to your clit, where his thumb pressed against it.
you squirmed and squealed, but he didn't let you get away easily, not until he had you make a mess he'd gladly eat up.
he'd prod and prod at the spongy spot against your walls that made you shake, just enough for you to release again.
you're a slut for him,
but he's more of a slut for you squirting all over his face, just to then latch himself onto you again to lick it all up.
the stupid innocent look on his face he gives when you're done, making sure you watch him lick his fingers clean of your taste, none ever gone to waste.
You think pulling this off is probably harder than any mission or job the two of you have had to do recently. And somehow, it all takes place inside of a Horse Stable. At 3:00 in the morning. In bed. Underneath the covers. With people all around.
It’s a relatively quiet night in the Dueling Peaks Stable. There’s a soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof of the tent and the near-silent steps and calls of nocturnal animals not too far away from the tent, milling and roaming about. Almost all the beds are occupied tonight with weary travelers looking for a place to rest. Some are underneath the covers like you and Link. Some are standing over their beds, going through their items, and talking quietly with their neighbors and travel companions. You think someone might still be talking to the innkeeper for the night. You remember seeing someone take a map up to that counter and ask for directions. You don’t remember them walking away.
But to be fair, you’re not exactly in the mood to be paying careful attention to your surroundings right now. It’s a necessity thing. But not for the usual reasons, you have to be careful about your surroundings.
Your point is that it’s a relatively quiet night here. But it’s not a perfectly silent night where everyone is distracted within their own minds or fast asleep. Nor is it a loud enough night that any sudden or odd movements or noises would go completely unnoticed by all those who are currently taking shelter underneath the tent. So the two of you have to be careful.
Very, very careful.
Thus, your only solace is that these beds are sturdy. They’re built to last. They’re built to handle people who don’t care about taking care of other people’s stuff. They’re built not to squeak when someone moves around and gets up at any point of the day. And that’s a good thing for a tent full of pushed close together beds meant for strangers to rent for a couple of hours at a time. That’s a good thing because people come and go at all hours of both the day and night. That’s a good thing because too much noise would turn the eyes of anyone awake towards the bed that the two of you are on. That’s a good thing because too much noise would turn the eyes of anyone who was asleep towards the bed that the two of you are supposed to be sleeping on.
That’s a good thing because that means you can do things like this without fear of noise from the bed itself being the very thing to rat you both out. Or rather, he can do things to like this to you.
“Let me do all the moving,” He whispers into the skin of the back of your neck before laying a soft, slow, lingering kiss to the spot. You nod your head into the pillow, doing your best to steady your breathing in a way that wouldn’t look concerning to whatever Stable Keeper was currently up, waiting for new customers and looking out for signs of trouble. “Just try to keep quiet, yeah? I’ll handle the rest…”
But, of course, that’s easier said than done when the spooning the two of you are doing on the tiny little Stable bed you rented until early next afternoon isn’t just spooning. It’s fucking too.
As the big spoon and the horniest man you’ve ever met (usually at the most inconvenient times, too), the grip Link has around your hips is firm. It keeps you in place. It keeps you where he wants you to be. He had tugged up your night shirt and pulled down your sleeping trousers just enough for him to access what he needed without any trouble. Now, his calloused fingers dig into your bare skin as he holds you steady and still while he subtly rolls his hips into you, stuffing you full of his cock again and again.
He’s quiet. Link is always quiet. When the two of you are out receiving quests, he lets you do the talking. When the journey gets too silent, he lets you do the rambling about all that you see and enjoy and miss and hate and could do without. And he does it without so much of a need to cut you off or stop you or give you a response more than just a small smile or a look of acknowledgment. But he’s not immune to letting out low, pleased groans right by your ear as he drags his dick in and out of your warm, wet, and tight inner walls. Made even tighter by the fact that you’re lying sideways with your legs pressed together as you brace yourself by grinding
Hope and praying that some of his skills in the art of not saying much of anything at all rub off on you, too.
“There we go, princess…” He murmurs the moment he starts to find a rhythm that works for the two of you. You respond in the only way you really can- a soft gasp as you try to turn your head and look back at him the best you can in this position. But both his cock and his hands keep you rooted in place. So the best you can manage is a brief look out of the corner of your eyes. A brief look at the dark, desperate yet concentrated look overtaking his features, Furrowed brows, eyes shut, and lips parted as he uses all his strength and, willpower and focus in this moment to pull this off. “Fuck, you feel so good like this…so tight…”
And not get caught.
You know if he had it his way, things would be different. It would be more intense. Because you know him. You know that this is not the hard and fast pounding you know he would have given you if the two of you were in a better, less public location. He would have had you on all fours if you were in a tent where you both were the only signs of intelligent life for miles. He would have had you up against the wall if you were confirmed to be alone in a cave up in the mountains. Things would be different. Things would be louder. Things would be faster. Things would be done to you without so much as a care to who or what you deserve.
But the fact that he has to be careful right here and right now doesn’t mean that he’ll just stop. The fact that this is probably harder than any mission or job the two of you have had to do in recent history doesn’t mean that it can’t be done. Because it can. It absolutely can. It will. Because what’s the point of having a little adventure…?
“Fuck...think you handle my cum inside of you all night, princess? Too risky for you to leave now…”
CW: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT. P in V penetration, unprotected, AFAB reader, Hylian reader, Fingering, Double penetration in one hole, Sidon has two dicks (Do not argue with me, this is my fanfic), belly bulge, creampie, biting/marking, overstim. Lemme know if I forgot something!
Notes: Okay so let’s pretend he isn’t engaged to Yona. Irrelevant. Sidon and Reader get to live happily together. Let’s also pretend I’m not four days behind. I plan to get caught up tonight (hopefully, Idc that Kinktober is technically over.). It’s so like me to be rushing everything on the last day of the month Anyone else’s keyboard fucking up after the IOS26 update? Because good god is mine awful.
Word Count: 2040
“Doing so well for me, my pearl.” Sidon’s voice was deep, an animalistic growl in his tone while his ragged breaths ghosted the marked skin of your throat- yet his touch was the exact opposite. He had sworn to never hurt you, after all, and that promise extended to intimate times as well.
With two fingers deep inside your warm walls, his other hand kept you steady, anchoring you against the side of the pool that you were currently bent over.
Truthfully, the two of you had barely made it to his private quarters after the long, uneventful dinner you had shared with him and his father. King Dorephan was always super kind to you, even as the elders tended to stare at you with barely hidden disgust.
You weren’t surprised by the looks, honestly. It was to be expected seeing as they were stuck in their old ways.
A Zora with a Hylian?
None of them had been impressed when you and Sidon became public about your relationship, yet they never spoke outwardly.
But that didn’t stop how they whispered amongst themselves. How they’d look at you like you were nothing more than a gross little bug scurrying around the domain.
Sidon, for his part, was always there to comfort you or to cheer you up when the looks became too much. He had always told you to not let them get to you- that they’d eventually come around.
Sure, you trusted him. But it was hard to believe the elders would come out of their old ways.
But their opinions mattered very little when all you could focus on was Sidon’s fingers in your greedy cunt, spreading mind-numbing pleasure through your body until you were trembling.
“Almost there.” He hummed against your throat again, sharp teeth brushing the skin. His fingers shifted and he hit deeper, spreading you open wide in preparation for his achingly hard cocks that pressed against the curve of your ass.
Sidon always made sure to prep you properly- he wouldn’t even consider actually fucking you until he made you orgasm multiple times on his fingers or tongue.
You’d simply lost track of how many you’d had at that point, mind hazy with pleasure and overstimulation making you all the more sensitive to any of his touches.
“Mmf-“ Small moans and noises scraped your throat, raw from overuse- thankfully, the sounds of the running waters around the domain would muffle anything.
Another orgasm washed over you as you stiffened in your lover’s arms, your elbows braced against the edge of the pool. His fingers slowed as your walls pulsed and fluttered around them with your release, soft gasps and whines escaping your kiss-swollen lips.
“Si-“ You whimpered out, his fingers slipping out of the warm depths of your leaking cunt. Twisting slightly in his grasp.
The Zora cooed quietly at you, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw, gently connecting his lips against yours. Carefully, he guided your body to face his, your hands gripping his chest for stability as his cocks pressed against your entrance.
Shuddering in his grasp, his hands cupped your ass to bring you closer, the first of the two nudging at your fluttering hole.
“Are you ready, my treasure?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple that was so gentle, your heart felt like it would explode on the spot.
Sidon was always so gentle with you in every situation- and it made you more than grateful to be able to call him yours.
Not trusting your words, you nodded up at him with a dazed expression- and with that, he began to slip in. The head nudged you open before sinking in, his length going inch by inch. The zora paused to give you a chance to adjust here and there- especially as you became a blabbering, teary-eyed mess in his arms.
“Shhh, I know, my pearl,” He cooed softly, lovingly. One hand steadied you as the other moved to cradle the back of your head, your face pressed to his chest with a soft, shuddering cry escaping you, “It’s almost in all the way, okay? I promise I’ll make it feel good.”
He was nothing if not reassuring. Even as you were the equivalent of a drooling mess in his arms, sweet and pliant on his cock (or cocks, depending on the situation) he always made sure you were nothing less than comfortable.
Goddess above, he’d spent at least an hour deciding on a safe word one night- not that you’ve ever had to use it.
Finally bottoming out, his cock enveloped so sweetly in your warm, gummy walls, Sidon couldn’t help but let out a deep groan. The way you wrapped so deliciously around his cocks always had him feeling like he’d orgasm too early. The warmth and the way your walls sucked him in greedily tipped him over.
You’re whimpering, babbling nonsense against his chest with shuddering breaths- you felt so full and it was just one of his twin cocks. Sure, you’d taken them both before, but you’d never really get used to it.
Sidon hummed deep in his throat, his hand that had been cradling your head moved to pull it back, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on your face.
“You’re so pretty like this, dearest.” He praised almost sweetly, voice dripping like honey. His other cock twitched against the curve of your ass as he took in your dilated pupils, the subtle haze in your gaze, “So full of me too, hmm?”
Hand moving down, he brushed it against the very noticeable bulge of your belly, his cock stuffing you to the brim, “My dearest treasure,” his face moved to press against your neck, lips tracing one of the many bite marks, “you’re doing so good for me.”
His praises drew another soft whimper from you, walls clenching around his cock in response.
“Mm-“ You mewled, thighs trembling from the stretch of spreading to accommodate his larger body, “Si, please-“
He hummed, hands moving to cup your waist, “As you wish, my dear.”
And with that, his hands guided you against his cock in a steady rhythm, the other rocking steadily against the curve of your ass.
A loud moan escaped you, small incoherent words murmured against his chest as pleasure began to fill your heated core once again. Each thrust of his cock had you arching and crying out, the tip hitting your cervix at a bruising pace.
The earth-shattering pleasure was consuming your very being, heat pooling between your thighs as your releases build up at a rapid pace.
“Si- Mmf-!” You cried out, tears beading oh so prettily in your lash line- he wasted no time in kissing them away gently, whispering soft words to you around his own grunts.
“One more for me and I’ll give you my other.” He whispered against your jaw, teeth sinking into the soft skin of your neck yet again- not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a visible mark.
None of the marks would be easy to hide from the high elders, but a part of him didn’t care in the moment.
Seeing you covered in marks. His marks. It made something primal in him purr happily.
“Close- ‘M close!” Your voice cracked from strain, nails digging into his red scales as you tried to steady yourself against his chest.
A tightness was building in your lower belly, only growing tighter the more your pleasure built up. It wasn’t long before you came again, tensing as your walls clamped down against his length.
Sidon helped you through your orgasm, fucking you at a slower pace as a hand slipped down to rub the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit- you all but squealed, yelping from sensitivity.
He slowed until his hips stilled and you whined in complaint, unhappy with the sudden loss of friction, “H-Hey-“ You hiccuped out, a few tears dripping down your cheeks.
“Shhh, just lining up.” He reassured softly, lining up the tip of his second cock to your stretched hole. You, trembling in his arms, could only nod dumbly- too fucked out to properly respond much, and certainly not complaining about what you knew would come next.
And slowly, he pushed in again, his twin cocks slowly stretching you wide. Filling you more than before. It was almost suffocating, your walls stretching to accommodate both lengths.
You were practically drooling, babbling pathetically against his chest as he slowly bottomed out, your belly bulging visibly as both lengths filled you.
“There,” Sidon hummed, running one hand through your hair and down your back in a reassuring gesture, comforting you, “Taking me so beautifully.”
The Zora had a surprising amount of control during sex. The only times he really slipped were during his ruts- which was a given. Though he did try to take it easy on you when he could.
Besides, a Hylian taking a Zora’s twin cocks was nothing short of incredible.
“‘M gonna break-“ You gasped out, your senses focused on nothing but the feeling of his cocks stretching you wide- ruining you for anyone else.
Not that you wanted anyone else.
“Feel s’good-“ You continued, words lazily falling off your tongue, walls clenching around his lengths as he began to move.
Your pleasure was mounting quickly, faster than before- certainly aided by the overstimulation and countless others you had already had.
“Mmf- Think ‘m coming again?” You babbled, body trembling like a leaf in the wind as his hands moved to steady you, “Fuck- I-“
But you weren’t able to finish the sentence. A wave of euphoria ripped through you as your body convulsed in his grasp. A powerful orgasm washed over you, pleasure-filled noises escaping your sore throat as you squirted on his cocks, juices shooting into the water.
Sidon blinked down at you, jaw slightly slack in a mixture between awe and shock.
“You’re incredible.” He hummed out finally, chest warming with admiration. You, his lovely little Hylian partner, were nothing short of a blessing.
His hips didn’t slow down much- if at all- still continuing in that steady, mind-numbing pace that had your toes curling.
“Think you can handle one more, my love?” He asked softly, nuzzling against your temple, his little shark tail wagging ever so slightly.
His only reply was a halfhearted whine, your hands tightening against his red scales, and your walls clamping around his cocks so tightly that he couldn’t help but moan lowly.
Sidon’s own release was building up at a steady pace, his thrusts becoming a bit sloppy the closer it got. Your own noises were doing nothing but egging him on, his eyes trained on your fucked-out expression.
Gaze flickering down, he took in the way your stretched hole fluttered around his twin cocks, water rippling around the both of you as he fucked into you.
“Come with me, my pearl.” He rasped out, pressing his lips to yours again, hips speeding up in a desperate race to his own pleasure.
You whimpered into the kiss, clenching around him just in time for your final orgasm to wash over you, body jolting from the intensity.
Sidon greedily swallowed your sounds into the kiss, hips jerking once more. Twice. A third time. And then finally- he buried himself as deep as he could before stilling, shooting his hot seed deep inside of you.
You trembled, head falling back- one of his hands shot up to catch it, holding up your head. You were boneless, belly bulging from his cocks and his seed, expression nothing short of dazed and deeply satisfied.
“You did very well, my dear.” Sidon whispered against your cheek after pressing a gentle kiss there, his expression softening with admiration and love, “I’ll handle the rest from here- you can rest.”
But you were already drifting off in his hold- safe, warm, full. You knew he’d handle everything as he had many times before- and in the final moments before you drifted off, all you could think about was how much you loved him. How grateful you were for the Zora Prince that you called yours.
Gender neutral reader, but reader is/around the same age as Link
Tw! Spoilers
Romantic
Timeline: Breath of the Wild (BOTW) - Pre Calamity era
Taking a knee in front of the king and the princess. Both of you were. Both of you were associated with princess Zelda. He was supposed to protect her and you were supposed to help her gain her powers.
Unfortunately, Zelda grew a resentment towards you two. Link for the constant reminder that he had fulfilled his destiny. You for the reminder that you had a connection with Hylia even though she was the princess. It’s neither of your faults, Urbosa’s words. Not her father’s.
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Both of you watched Zelda angrily storm into her study after a long day of praying and training with you, along with having Link looming next to her like a constant shadow.
Taking in the concerned look on your face, Link gently placed his hand on the small of your back. He gave you a nod, not taking his hand off you.
“She’s a stubborn one, sweetheart. I’m sure she’ll warm up eventually.” He said, softly, not trying to draw attention to either of you so late in the night. A little too friendly, a little too intimate.
A sense of bond that was there, turned into a roaring fire.
Shared kissed behind closed doors, glances when no one was looking, lingering touches, middle of the night rendezvous in each other’s rooms
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The day before Zelda’s 17th birthday, you two were in the woods with a priest, exchanging life long promises to love each other no matter what and beautiful silver rings, but the very next day, you, Link, and Zelda were running away from corrupted Guardians.
Where did it all go wrong? Link kept his ring. In his pocket. When the Sheikah searched him after he passed out from exhaustion and injuries, they found his ring. The same one that bounded him to you. Not wanting to separate Link’s connection to you, they made sure to keep the ring in a chest, preserving it for when Link wakes up.. if he wakes up.
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Then Link woke up, in cold water. Nothing. A blank slate of the man he once was. He made his way out of the healing water, the ground cold and hard under his feet. The way he was moving was similar to a fawn first learning how to walk for the first time. He opened a chest; an old shirt, old pants, and shoes. The thing that caught his eye most was a silver ring, untainted by the years he had spent resting.
He did not remember why, how or what was his connection to the ring, but he felt the yearning of someone’s touch. Someone warm and loving and familiar.. not just anyone.
I once saw a fanart on pinterest with link having scars all over his body like like scratches and burn marks on his back. Would you write some headcanons about seeing them for the first time or a oneshort about it ? Could be tp link or botw ;)
TP - Link { All For You }
Knocking on the door of the bathroom but no response it was opened slowly to witness Link standing with his shirt off discarded on the floor with some blood, "What happened..?" Asking as the previous sleepiness faded immediately from seeing him. Snapping his head to you with a scrunched look "You.. weren't supposed to see me. Well like this." Mumbling with a slight grunt struggling to patch up his side.
"Here let me.." your tone softening as the roll was taken from him and into your own hands, taking a small cotton pad and patting down the slash on his side, him sat at the edge of the bath with you now on your knees infront.
A low grunt left his lips and screwed eyes, "It doesn't look deep enough to be stitched, luckly." Humming before throwing the cotton in the trash.
Using both hands to wrap around his waist to apply pressure around the wound, a light almost whimper found came from his pressed together lips, the wolf part of him still echoed inside at times.
"You're painfully slow." Raising a brow. "Stop being such a drama queen." Yet his eyes watched you with softness tending to him.
"Mind telling me what happened?" His brows furrowed slightly at the question with a nod, "Ran into some monster.. looking things and as you can tell.. didn't leave unharmed." He huffed with a airy laugh, shaking your head. Standing up with a small grunt following suit as he followed the act.
"How is your back then?" The question was innocent enough yet it made him pause with a click, seemingly hesitant "Not the prettiest sight." He'd joke but you weren't impressed making his smile drop slightly. Turning around in slight a limp, your lips fell open.
Multiple long slashes going down the whole of his back along with some.. burn marks having been imprinted into his pale skin, a light frowned stuck itself on.
Your hand trailed along his back of every scar, slash and mark as his arms showed visbal goosebumps from the sensation. "You've really been through it." Mumbling, he nodded in agreement "It was worth it."
"My back looks like this so yours can stay untouched." Turning as he spoke to face you, only with a few centimeter of space, warmth crept up your face with a downturned smile. "You're ridiculous." A light whisper came out as he simply nodded and intertwining both of your hands with his.
"I would take every hit if it mean you'd be safe." His forehead meeting yours as the room suddenly dove into a warm comfort. "Still stand by what I said." He smiled showing the slight fang of his tooth which always melted you into a small pool, "So do I, love. So do I"
Imagine scratching Ganondorf's beard. You're sitting there on his lap, supported by his arms and hands that cup your body, as he lazily listens to the plea of some random Hylian that had the misfortune of voicing his village's needs. The words are only half registering in his mind. They echo against one ear only to ring against the jewellery as his attention is split elsewhere. Body focussed on you. Mind focussed on you. Perhaps he'd be a little more sadistic and a little bit more cruel towards the man had it not been for your hands on his face.
He'd never admit to the softness. Ganondorf isn't soft. And yet despite himself he leans into your touch as your fingers scratch boldly at the sides of his jaw. They run so nicely against the red hair and he has to stop himself from grumbling at the feeling. You don't coo, you wouldn't dare to, but you want to. He's acting like a big cat. His lips are pressed in a tight, controlled line and his amber eyes are zone out on a distant pillar. Pupils dilated. Your ministrations have his fingers tapping against the length of your thighs. A slow rapping motion as if he's contemplating.
No blood taints the floor that night. No screams are blown in the draft of the palace walls and no wrath bubbles in his chest. It doesn't dare to, not when your touch acts like a sedative. Especially not when your touch is so pleasurable.
SUMMARY
↳ Link is a provider, through and through. It only makes sense for him to give you whatever you want.
It becomes a bit of a routine.
Not that it wasn’t really one before, but now you really notice it. Link takes pleasure in your pleasure, bending you this way and that over every surface he can take you. He takes his time with you, making sure you're satisfied before even thinking about his own release. And when it is time for that, he always begs to come inside, and your mind is so clouded with pleasure each time that you agree without thinking. Not that you really mind of course, but…
It is a bit sudden, isn’t it?
pairing: wild!link x fem!reader
warnings: smut. link is a freak
tags/notes: married life, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), link is a horny loser for his wife, talks of pregnancy, breeding but kinda
wc: 3.4k
Your husband is a hard working man.
He bought you a house, practically built it with his own hands. He tamed a horse for you, a strong and wild one that kept bucking him off, but he didn’t give up. He’s labored through hot days of tending to your little garden. His hands are roughened and calloused, a testament to his dedication to do right by you.
You’re wary to look at something for too long, knowing he will buy it for you without a second of hesitation. You’re not sure where he gets all his money from, clearly he has plenty of it, but it’s the principle of the matter. He likes to see you wearing things he bought. You’ve long since memorized the feeling of his hands running up and down your sides as he admires you.
You remember when you first saw the house in its entirety after its completion. All that stood were Link’s various weapons and a single bed. Of course, now it’s a rather domestic sight, with signs of your influence spread across it. There’s an assortment of pictures and paintings on the wall, two cups on the table, two pillows on a bigger bed, the smell of freshly baked bread fills the air.
Link’s dedication to making everything perfect for you shines through in every detail. His battle worn hands are always gentle. He smiles when he sees you enjoying the space you share. And while his gifts are always thoughtful and generous, it’s the shared moments—those quiet evenings, the laughter echoing through the home, the simple heartfelt conversations—that truly make your life together beautiful.
Despite the grandeur of his gestures, you find that you often prefer the little things; the way he fluffs up a pillow before you sit down, how he guides you by the hand when you’re walking, when he remembers small random details you shared off-handedly.
The way he brings you to your peak over and over again.
The home has been filled with your whines and moans for the past however long it's been. Your fingers feel sore from clutching the pillow so hard, back arched in ecstasy. Link’s fingers trail down the curve of your spine, suckling on your clit. You let out a contented sigh, eyes fluttering shut.
Your hand drifts down, gripping his soft hair in pleasure. He hums against your core, the sensation making your toes curl. His eyebrows furrow as he tastes you, entirely focused on the task at hand. He moves to gently kiss your inner thighs, his warm breath tickling your skin. You can feel his gaze on you, adoring and loving, and you know he’s savoring the moment just as much as you.
You can feel that familiar curl in your gut, and Link can tell you’re close from the way you buck up into his mouth. His arm holds your thigh over his shoulder. His tongue dances across your center, in a pattern, in a way–
Bastard’s spelling his name.
You can feel his grin against you as you huff, shoving his face closer and tightening your grip. Finally finding the strength to open your eyes, you see his eyes on yours. The sight of him worshiping you from between your legs sets you on fire. His gaze is fuel of passion and intent, only one goal in mind. His movements become more deliberate, more calculated to push you over the edge. His lips close around your clit, sucking gently, and you feel the world around you begin to blur. The sound of your own ragged breathing fills your ears, punctuated by the occasional whimper of pleasure.
As the tension reaches a fever pitch, Link's tongue makes one final, sweeping motion across your skin, and you feel the dam break. Your body shudders, convulsing in a wave of pleasure that seems to radiate outward from your very core. Your hand releases its grip on Link's hair, and you feel yourself melting into the mattress, boneless and limp.
Link's mouth lingers on your skin, his tongue making gentle, soothing motions as he rides out the aftershocks of your climax. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze drinking in the sight of your pleasure-wracked face. As your breathing slowly returns to normal, he gently releases your thigh, his arm sliding down to wrap around your waist and leaving a single chaste kiss on you.
He pulls himself up, sliding across your body and into your waiting arms. He watches you with desire and adoration. Link trails kisses from your cheek to your ear, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I love you,” he murmurs, breath sending shivers down your spine.
You grin sweetly, pulling him into a deep kiss and tasting yourself on his lips. You feel a flutter in your chest as he wraps his arms around you, shifting you to lay on your sides. You reluctantly break away. “I love you too,” you whisper.
Link’s fingers gently brush against your skin, tracing the curves of your body. You snuggle closer, bodies entwined, feeling the warmth of his chest against yours. His scent makes your senses reel.
You fall asleep surrounded by his sensation.
Link has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He lays them on your hips as you cook, fingers twitching and wandering. No matter how much you bat them away, they always find themselves back on you, like a magnet drawn to metal. He presses soft kisses to the back of your neck, humming contentedly. It’s both exasperating and endearing—how he can’t seem to resist you, even in the most mundane moments.
“Link,” you scold halfheartedly.
He nips at your ear, and you turn and whack him with your spoon. Try to, at least, he dodges. He damn near giggles and leans back in maneuvering around your attacking arms. "I'm just trying to help," he whispers, his hands drifting up to cup your breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around your nipples.
You feel a flutter in your chest, your body responding to his touch, but you try to maintain a semblance of control. "Help?" you repeat, raising an eyebrow. "By distracting me?" Link grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His hands continue to roam, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
Just as you're about to give up on cooking altogether, Link's stomach growls loudly, and he looks at you with a sheepish grin. His hands finally pause, calming their movements and calming pacing heart.
You roll your eyes, turning back to the meal and waving a hand. “Set the table, husband.”
“Yes, wife.”
You really like living in Hateno. The community is great, the food is great, and most importantly, the kids like you!
“I can’t play with you, hun,” you mourn softly. “I have boring grown up things to do.”
“Being a grown up must be boring.”
“Yeah, it sucks.”
You feel a bit bad leaving Link to fend for himself (read: go buy the stuff you need) but he huffed and puffed until you sat down and chatted with the children. He bid you off with a kiss on the cheek, much to the disgust of the little ones.
They like to pull and tug at your skirt to get your attention, full of small and silly stories about things they found or things they’d seen (Miss Cece’s been getting real cozy with someone special, apparently.)
“My mommy says I’m getting a little sister or brother,” one says. “Her belly is all big and round. She says they’re growing in there.”
“She’s right,” you smile, patting the little girl’s head. “They have to grow in your mama’s belly to get big and strong.”
She nods seriously. “My mommy’s really strong.”
“Not as strong as you, Miss [Name]!” says a small boy, leaping into your arms. You exaggeratingly groan, making a show of lifting him up, much to his delight if his squeal is anything to go by.
Footsteps are heard to your left, and you turn to meet those eyes you know so well, that know you so well. A smile finds its way on your face automatically, sitting the kid across your hips. “Link,” you smile. “Everything well?”
The child in your arms waves happily at your husband. “Hi, Mister Link!”
Link gives the child a warm smile, a rare but genuine one that seems to light up his entire face. He ruffles the boy’s hair playfully, his fingers gentle and careful as always. “Hi ,” he replies, his voice soft and warm. You can see the way the boy's eyes widen, caught in the moment of being acknowledged by someone he clearly admires.
Link turns his gaze to you, his expression softening even further. ‘Got everything,’ he signs, holding up a basket full of food. He steps closer, hand curling around your waist and smiling fondly at the boy in your arms.
You set the child down gently, giving him a little pat on the back. “Why don’t you all go play for a bit?” you suggest. “Mister Link and I have to finish our boring grown-up stuff.”
The children groan in unison, but they obey, scattering off in a flurry of giggles and shouts. You watch them go, a fond smile tugging at your lips. Link’s hand slips into yours naturally, fingers intertwining as though they were always meant to fit together..\
His free hand reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch is as gentle as ever, his eyes scanning your features as if committing them to memory once more. “Kids like you,” he says quietly, squeezing your hand gently. “You’re good with them.”
You smirk, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “I have my charms.”
“You charmed me, that’s for sure.”
You chuckle and lightly shove him. You and Link stroll through the vibrant streets of Hateno, hand in hand, the basket of groceries swinging between you. The day's sunlight filters through the trees, casting playful shadows on the cobblestones. The townsfolk greet you with cheerful waves and nods, their friendly faces a testament to the warmth and acceptance you’ve found in this quaint community.
“So, you… like children?” Link’s voice has that hesitancy you haven’t heard in a while from him. If he had a hand free you’re sure he would’ve raised one to rest at his neck in shyness. You glance up at Link, catching the faint blush dusting his cheeks. His question hangs in the air between you, tinged with more than just casual curiosity. You squeeze his hand, feeling the comforting warmth of his calloused fingers against yours.
“I do,” you reply softly, watching his reaction. Link’s gaze flits to the children playing in the distance, a thoughtful look crossing his features. You can tell he's contemplating something deeper, something that's been on his mind for a while. “I feel like it’s quite obvious, no?” you smile, if only to lighten the mood.
He nods, but remains quiet for a moment, as if weighing his next words carefully. You’ve learned to be patient with him, especially in moments like these where his emotions are tangled with uncertainty. You lean in closer, brushing your shoulder against his in a gesture of reassurance.
“I always imagined…” Link starts, his voice trailing off before he catches himself. His blue eyes meet yours, and you see the vulnerability there, a rare glimpse into the guarded corners of his heart. “I mean, someday. Maybe.”
It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when they do, your heart swells with a rush of warmth. You smile softly, feeling a flutter of anticipation mixed with the joy of his unspoken wish. The idea of a future—a family, perhaps—with him is something that you hadn’t allowed yourself to dwell on too much. Yet, hearing him voice it, even in his own hesitant way, makes it feel more real, more possible.
“Someday,” you agree softly, voice barely above a whisper. Link’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, and then his face breaks into the softest, most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. The kind that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and his ears twitch.
Link’s grip on your hand tightens in response, and you feel the unspoken promise passing between you. It’s not a grand declaration, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s a simple acknowledgment of a shared dream, one that you both are willing to explore together, at your own pace.
Link’s pace is wild and desperate as he bucks into you. The bed creaks and groans and you’re almost worried it’ll break under the pressure. Your hands grasp his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you try to hold on. His eyes are closed, face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration. You can feel his muscles tensing beneath your touch, his entire body straining towards release.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. The friction is almost unbearable, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Link's pace quickens, his breathing ragged and uneven. You can see the tension building in his face, the cords of his neck standing out as he holds himself back, trying to prolong the moment for both of you. His thrusts become more erratic, losing some of their rhythm as he chases his release. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your own breathing matching his, your bodies slick with sweat.
Link," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. He opens his eyes, looking down at you with a gaze that is both intense and tender.
“Can I–” he rasps, never stopping his brutal pace. “Can I come inside?”
You nod desperately, not even thinking. Link's face contorts in a mixture of relief and pleasure. Link's thrusts become more urgent, his body tensing as he throws his head back. His moans sound like music to your ears. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body responding to Link's movements. Your hands grasp his shoulders, holding on as the pleasure builds inside you. Link's breathing heavily, his chest heaving with exertion, and you can see the sweat dripping down his face.
Your body convulses with pleasure, your nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you cry out his name. Link's thrusts become more urgent, his body tensing as he reaches his own peak. His eyes snap open, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. A low groan escapes his lips as he finds his release. He collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy and uneven. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both come down from your high.
You reach up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Your touch seems to break the spell, and Link's body relaxes, his muscles releasing their tension. He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with exertion. After a few moments, Link rolls off you, lying on his back beside you. He reaches out, taking your hand in his. You intertwine your fingers, feeling the warmth of his touch. You both lie there, breathless and spent, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.
.
.
.
It becomes a bit of a routine.
Not that it wasn’t really one before, but now you really notice it. Link takes pleasure in your pleasure, bending you this way and that over every surface he can take you. He takes his time with you, making sure you're satisfied before even thinking about his own release. And when it is time for that, he always begs to come inside, and your mind is so clouded with pleasure each time that you agree without thinking. Not that you really mind of course, but…
It is a bit sudden, isn’t it?
Link had never particularly cared where he finished on you. Whether in your mouth, on you or inside of you, he was just happy to have you. Lately, though, it’s every time. And while you very much enjoy feeling his warmth seep into you, you do wonder why the change of heart.
So, you intend to find out.
You wait until you're both lying in bed, Link's arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. He’s looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile, and you know what he’s feeling.
Your eyes flutter shut when he begins kissing up and down your neck, his hands roaming further. He leans into you, nearly on top of you. His kisses are all taking, like he’s trying to devour you whole. Your breath catches in your throat as Link's mouth travels from your neck to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that make your skin tingle. His hands slide lower, exploring your body with a familiarity that’s intimate and electrifying all at once. You can feel the heat radiating from him, his need and desire mingling with your own. Your fingers curl into his hair, gently tugging him closer as his lips find yours, the kiss deepening with every passing second.
And then you feel it.
His hand caresses your stomach with a tenderness from him foreign to you. His thumb draws idle circles on your skin. His touch is different this time—more deliberate, as if he’s savoring every moment, every inch of you. The way he moves his hand, gentle and reverent, it makes your heart flutter.
“Link,” you breathe, breaking the kiss. You catch his eyes, searching them for answers, for confirmation of the suspicion that’s been brewing in the back of your mind. “What are you doing?”
He pauses, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. His hand lingers on your abdomen, and he seems to be contemplating his next words carefully, the silence stretching between you like a fragile thread.
“You know I love you,” he says finally, his voice low and earnest. “More than anything.” His hand stills on your belly, and he swallows, as if steeling himself for whatever he’s about to say. “I’d give you anything you want.”
The pieces all fall into place. Curse Link and his martyr tendencies. “Link,” you sigh. You move to lean against your arm, sending slight panic in your husband as he thinks you’re moving away. “You can’t just give me kids because I want it. We both have to want it.”
“I–” He pauses, his words faltering as he looks down, struggling to find the right way to express himself. “Don’t you remember? I’ve been thinking. About us. Our… future. I want–” He looks up at you.
He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours once more. There’s a flicker of determination behind the uncertainty now, and he squeezes your hand in return. “I want a family,” he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper. His eyes flicker with a blend of hope and fear, as if he’s laying his heart bare before you, trusting you to hold it carefully. “With you.”
The weight of his words settles over you, warm and heavy. It’s a declaration, but also a plea—a shared yearning for a future that you both can create together. You feel your eyes well up, the depth of his love and commitment wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.
“Only with you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His hand remains on your stomach, a silent promise of the life he envisions.
A gleeful grin spread across your face. You wrap your legs around his waist and flip the both of you so that you’re straddling Link. His hands automatically find their place on your hips. You lean into him, kissing him fiercely.
You rock your hips back on forth, pulling a strangled moan from Link. His hands tighten and he pulls back, letting you see that perfectly flushed face of his. Link's eyes glaze over, his pupils dilating with desire. He guides your movements as you grind against him. The friction between you is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want that too," you whisper, your voice husky with emotion. "I want a family with you, Link."
Link's body tenses beneath you, his muscles straining with excitement. He pulls you closer, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce kiss. The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment.
The rest of the night is a blur of passion and excitement, the two of you lost in your own little world of love and possibility. As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in Link's arms, you’re content. Link is hardworking, he’ll do anything for your little family.
notes: ending was kinda meh but im not gonna think ab it too hard lol
tw: head injuries (nothing serious), blood, talks of death (ish) (link telling yn his worries)
word count: 658
summary: link patches you up after a run in with a lynel and expresses his worries
a/n: playing skyward sword for the first time and the link brain rot is back… a/n at the end where i talk about some future fics if u wanna read
furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and a crease in his forehead is all you can see out of the corner of your eye. it’s been silent between you two since you had stumbled down the mountain, shock arrows in hand and a big smile on your face as blood dripped down the side of your head.
link had made quick work, guiding you under the canopy and sitting you down, hands already digging through his pouch for gauze and salve. he had tossed aside the arrows earning himself a sharp “hey!” before forcing you to sit, calloused fingers tilting your head side to side, up and down.
“you’re gonna make me sick.” you mumble, head trying to tilt away from his steely gaze. a second passes before his fingers soften then leave your chin, giving you a pointed look that says don’t move as he begins to clean your head.
biting back the slight wince of pain your gaze settles onto the vast lake, the never ending rain from vah ruta disturbing the surface leaving ripples behind. when you were informed about the state of the divine beast you knew you had to do something about it, which meant finding your way up the mountain and risking your life against a lynel, you know, your typical every day endeavors.
what you neglected to do was inform link of your decision. it was meant to be an easy deal: sneak around the mountain top and collect the shock arrows without getting caught by the big scary lynel. which you successfully managed until the very end where you had slipped against the slick ground and fell into a little body of water that alerted the lynel.
escaping with only a few bruises (and a gash on your head) you were quite proud of yourself, at least until the furious look on links face had greeted you. “why didn’t you tell me?” links rough voice brought you out of your thoughts, your head turning to meet his gaze. his eyes avoided yours as he moved closer instead of angling your head to its previous position.
sighing softly your teeth worried your lip, “i knew i could have handled it on my own. plus, you were busy helping the zora and i thought one less thing for you was easier on your shoulders.” that caused his eyebrows to furrow, his face ever expressive. “i’m never too busy for you, especially for something like this.” link wiped his hands clean before kneeling in front of you, your lips slightly parting at the action.
his hands held yours, bringing them up to his lips and leaving gentle kisses onto the cold skin. “when i saw you coming down the mountain with blood dripping down your face i thought the worst. all i could think about was what if you didn’t make it back next time? i should have been there with you, should have taken the hit instead of you, i could have been faster so you wouldn’t be hurt now.”
something heavy twists in your chest at his words, the vulnerability and pain in his eyes as he expresses his view. water drips down the side of his face and your fingers move to wipe it away, “i’m sorry.” hand cupping his cheek, his eyes close and he leans into the palm of your hand. “i shouldn’t have went alone. i should have went with you but i know how busy you can get and i just wanted to make life a little easier for you.”
thumbs stroking his cheek you continue, “i can’t even begin to imagine how i would have felt if i was in your position.” links eyes open and he peppers kisses up your arm to your neck then face. “i accept your apology. after all, if you won’t take care of yourself, who will?” a teasing smirk appears on his lips while you glare at him, “you’re so funny.”
a/n: brain rot is alive and well for sure which means more linky winky… i also do want to say that i’m slowly getting the motivation to write glow worms again but i had a few worries. i had an idea for the story and champion reader but i got worried it wouldn’t make sense? and how it would work in the long run and being content with the length of chapters and what i decide to put out. also debating adding two new styles of posts and opening the asks but i’m unsure….yap central….link4life
