| What Link is like in aftercare | Link x fem!reader. Smut-adjacent (18+) and smut-related themes. Fluff. Established relationship. Mentions of erotica. Wc: 1k.
“Link.”
In the post-coital bloom, Link would commit himself to doing nothing but caring for you, ready to fulfill your every wish—want more blankets? Some tea? A seared steak? (Yes no and yes). Link would take it upon himself to bathe you afterwards, carrying you in his strong arms into the nearest pool or rejuvenating spring. If that wasn’t possible, he would clean you in other ways; intimately with washcloths, caressing your sacred parts in such a way it would rile you up into a new state of arousal and propel you to restart the cycle of carnality all over again.
No matter the circumstances, no matter how hard Link fucked you, how hard you fucked him, or how kinky the play had been, that was the version of him you were always met with. The one who would press a train of kisses into your skin while you still spiraled from your orgasm. The one who would hold you afterward and into the long hours of the night.
And if those nights were cold and there was nothing to wrap you in, he would substitute them with any clothing or armor he wasn’t currently wearing. Cradled in his clothes, his dewy, naturalistic scent became as much yours as it was his, and with almost every inhale you could smell your union.
This side of Link had not surprised you but did not leave you any less speechless. Speechless from the pampering, perhaps, from the kindness he bestowed on you. Someone never realized how much kindness could shake the world inside of you until they were deprived of it. And you accepted all the doting with a burning face and a fluttering heart.
Maybe Link saw the bruises you welcomed afterward and felt guilty over the way the singing abuse lived on your skin thereafter. Perhaps his softness served as atonement for the immense disparity in strength between the two of you. Not like you gave a damn—that same aggression he may not intend was the same aggression that, nontheless, sent you over the edge each and every time.
“You don’t have to, Link.” Link had finished cooking the meat and was pairing it with buttered apples he’d nicked from nearby trees earlier that day. “Really!”
Link didn’t seem to hear you. So preoccupied with you. You watched Link watch you: the concerned cerulean of his eyes, the clandestine glances over your frame.
“Eat,” he said, inching the meal closer to you. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a meal; it’ll warm you up.”
You retrieved your spoon when a thought made you pause. So overcome with love for him, it doubled back, inverted itself. A stab of jealousy at nothing at all. How many others had he treated this way?
Link couldn’t have been a virgin before you … could he?
You’d wondered vaguely in the past, the question breezing by after the first time you and Link had had sex, appearing in the blissful haze between the aftermath and sleep swept in to lull your mind quiet. You had pushed the thought away, thought, deeming it too unpleasant to think on after feeling so good.
But now …
Really? Were you the jealous girlfriend already? Comparing yourself to phantoms you weren’t sure had ever been solid?
“What’s wrong?”
Link must have seen the discontent coast over your face; he stared, poised for the next action that could make you more comfortable.
You chuckled, not so embarassed you couldn’t laugh it off. “It’s nothing. Just silly …”
Link laid beside you. He grazed hair from your face. “Tell me.”
You sighed. “Are you … I mean, were you a virgin before you met me?”
A blink. “Yes.”
You returned the blink. Well, that was easy. “You’re not just saying that, are you? It’s not like I’d be mad if I wasn’t. I’m just curious.”
A twitch at the end of Link’s lips. Your lover was trying not to laugh at you.
“It’s not funny!”
“No, it’s not.” Link propped himself on his elbow. He was situated just a bit above you, and the new position went straight to your cunt. “I was a virgin, I swear.”
“You’re very experienced for a virgin, Link.”
“Yeah.” Link turned away from you, pink creeping in to color his cheeks. “I’ve … read a lot of things.”
It was a moment and then what he was trying to say registered.
Oh, he’s just a pervert, okay.
Happy to be out of such a vulnerable place, you smirked up at Link. “Oh, really? What kind of things?”
Link’s eyes darted; clearly, he wasn’t enjoying being put on the spot. “Zelda read a lot of things—some of it more … risque than others.”
“So, porn?”
“That’s a loaded term.”
“It a correct term?”
“…” A shrug. “Maybe.”
You fell back in a collapse of giggles, all the while Link did what he could to compose himself.
“But sometimes,” he said over your dissipating laugher, “I would read and the characters would just just abandon each other afterward.”
Link took your hand and turned it over, leaving a soft peck on the veins carrying your pulse. You shivered at the ginger contact.
“I didn’t like that,” he went on. “So I made sure to not be like that with you.”
You looked up at Link’s stoic face, how his eyes remained soft for you. How you adored him. In the silent stretch, Link fashioned himself back down and again your faces were level.
You caressed his cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”
The softest of smiles from Link before he glanced at the meal he’d prepared for you, forgotten by the side of the cot.
“You let it get cold,” he murmured before moving to retrieve the bowl.
“I’m sorry,” You said—and meant it. “All because of my curiosity …” A smile. “You know I’m never gonna let you live this down, right?”
link x f!reader! link, reader, and zelda have to deal with gossip | smut, 18+, domestic fluff, established relationship, shenanigans, reader has a backstory, slight angst, minor violence, ao3 | wc: 8.4k. The house ❤️
In your periphery, Zelda took a moment to glance up at her paperwork—you were directing Link on where best to place his Lynel cobbler on the wall—and she giggled, a hand at her mouth.
“Look at the two of you!” Zelda said. “Thick as thieves.”
You chuckled, a hand to your lips to conceal your blushing. “I’ve learned he’s useless when it comes to weapon placement.”
Link gave an adorable little grumble in response to the teasing, straightening the cobbler before it toppled over.
“You say that as though you’d be pro!” Zelda cried.
“I’m just saying,” You said as Link caught the cobbler again. “You’d think he’d be better at this.”
You turned to a smiling Zelda. “I agree,” she said, gaze on the wall. “… You know, it’s beginning to become a bit … crowded.”
You picked up what Zelda was putting down.
The entire house was crowded. At first it had been Link’s, merely a place for him to hang his head whenever he visited Hateno and needed a respite from hero duties. But then the two of you had begun seeing one another; Link had refused to let you live all on your lonesome, and insisted the two of you live together. Not long after that Zelda had moved in. Now, the house was a strange hodgepodge of weapons and Sheikah tech and books and notes and cooking supplies.
Obviously, the simple abode hadn’t been built with three people in mind.
You hadn’t really noticed; the three of you shared practically everything now, and the clutter didn’t bother you, but if you allowed yourself to adopt a stranger’s eye for one second, it was obvious something would have to change.
“We could always … clean up …” The idea was dead in the water; some spring cleaning, along with a decisive declutter, wouldn’t hurt, but the three of you (especially sticky-fingered Link) would always collect more stuff. There just wasn’t enough room anymore.
Zelda wilted. “Perhaps it’s time for me to consider living elsewhere.” She stared forlornly at her leather journal, sprawled out on her ink-stained pine desk. “I already feel as though I’m intruding on the two of you.”
“No!” You said immediately, placing a hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “No way. Don’t think like that. It’s not like you’re some sort of burden on us or anything.”
“She’s right.” Link, who had at last achieved peak balance for the cobbler, faced the two of you.
“But surely things can’t go on like this,” Zelda said, gesturing to the study, meant to symbolize the entire house, you were sure.
Link shook his head. “Things are fine as they are.”
“You only say that because I always have food for you,” You countered, hand akimbo. “A night without steak would open your eyes to the truth.”
That earned you a stubborn second head shake.
“We should consider alternatives. Besides … That’s not the only problem the three of us have as of late.” Zelda’s cheeks ran pink and her eyes darted here and there. “People—are beginning to talk …”
Your brows raised. “What’s that mean?”
“Well—” Zelda clutched her pen. “It’s been made clear to me that—I mean, some believe—”
“That you’re a sex deviant?”
You weren’t sure who was redder between the two of them.
“You mean …” Link couldn’t bear to finish.
So you finished for him. “People think we’re a couple? The three of us?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” she said, sighing. “Those … do seem to be the caliber of rumors we’re dealing with.”
“They must’ve been saying stuff like this about us for months,” You said.
“Don’t be silly, this is only what I’ve heard as of late.”
As if Zelda didn’t have her ear to the wall and finger on the pulse of everything going on in Hyrule. If anybody was saying anything about the three of you sharing quarters, she would know. As princess, she couldn’t have rumors like that flying around about her.
You and Link would have to put a stop to them somehow. Whatever sharp, vespine stab of jealousy that should have, by all means, come over you at Link and Zelda’s dynamic had failed to materialize. You loved her like a sister.
“You should stay here,” Link said, his face a normal color again. “Close to Hyrule Castle.”
“And …” A light seemed to flash in your mind as though the Lord of the Mountain had suddenly pranced past the pond of your mind. “And we could go.”
No one spoke for a minute.
“You mean …” Zelda leaned over the back of her chair, intrigued. “The two of you find a new place to live?”
“And you can stay here!” You said. “I like the idea and I just came up with it.”
“Interesting …” Zelda said. “It could work!” She turned to Link. “And what do you think? It sounds like a brilliant idea—unless the two of you would prefer the reverse?”
“No,” You said. “Link’s right; you should stay close to the castle, just in case something goes wrong.”
“Then …” Zelda sat back in her chair, looking unsure. “Where will you move to?”
You looked at Link—who in turn looked at you. Neither of you spoke; apparently, neither of you had an answer.
---
“How do you feel about it, Link?”
Link ticked his head your way from where he stood at the dresser. It was the cusp of midnight, and you were already tucked in bed. It had been hours since your talk with Zelda, where, after a lack of consensus, she had preoccupied herself with an unread file about some surprisingly pristine Guardian parts and left the two of you to your own devices.
The lamp on your nightstand, adorned with tiny great fairies (a gift by one of the older women in Hateno town) bathed Link in a tangerine glow.
“Things are so peaceful now.” You propped yourself up on a pillow, facing Link. “If you’re worried about Zelda’s safety, I don’t think you need to be anymore. And we can fast travel if anything goes wrong. But I think, with Ganondorf’s defeat …” You paused. “Things are finally better in Hyrule.”
He joined you in bed, dressed in only his trousers. “Do you want to leave?”
“Not necessarily,” You said. “I like Hateno town! But … I’ve been keeping something from you.”
Link eyed you curiously as you reached under the bed and brought forth an old gift box. You opened it to reveal a collection of letters.
“Rhondson’s been pestering me about buying a place,” You said. “Remember last time we visited Tarrey Town? I let it drop that we were living together and I think she saw an opportunity.” You gestured to the conspicuous letter pile. “She’s been writing to me for weeks now. I never really took the bait since we all seemed so happy here, but now …”
Link took two twin letters to examine.
“I’m sorry I kept these from you,” You murmured as he read. “I should’ve said something, but I wasn’t even really entertaining anything until now.”
But Link didn’t seem too peeved. If anything he seemed intrigued by this sudden revelation.
“Hateno is your home,” You stated. “If this is too extreme, maybe we can just think about getting a house nearby …”
But you saw Link’s face brighten in real time. “I think it’s a great idea!”
Your face broke out in a cautious smile. “Really?”
Link nodded. “I’ve been keeping something from you, too.” He placed the twin parchment pieces into his lap. “It’s been … getting harder to live here.”
You raised your brows. “Really.”
Pursing his lips, Link averted your gaze. Talking had never been your lover’s strong suit anyway, but you could tell he was struggling with something he found particularly tricky to say.
“Hateno is different now.” Link’s head hung low, his hands laying atop the letters. “The townspeople … expect so much from me.”
You understood. The amount of pressure Link was (always) under, you knew, had to be immeasurable. And they had the nerve to gossip about him—about the three of you, but especially him, after all he had done? A sudden disdain for the people in this town had you clenching your jaw.
“I hear what they say,” Link went on. “About us. I know they don’t mean anything by it. But I want to protect you and Zelda as well.”
“Oh, Link …” You fetched the letters in his lap, along with the box of them, and placed them back under the bed. You scooted toward him and enveloped him in your arms, sinking the two of you into bed.
You purred when he mirrored your actions, his arms, strengthened from years of wielding both swords and bows, roped around you. Link’s head nestled in the crook of your neck. With a hand unoccupied with Link, you threw the duvet over both of your heads, leaving you in a fort of warm honeyed darkness.
“A new start would be nice,” Link said. “… But I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“You won’t.” You drew gentle circles into the small of his back, your leg wrapping around one of his. “We’ll just have Zelda come up with something—the two of us have to go away for some reason, anything, so it won’t be on you.” You pulled away so your face was level with his against the pillows and gave him a smile. “I want to protect you, too.”
Pink rose into Link’s cheeks again.
“Just imagine it, Link,” You murmured, tracing a finger across his cheek and sensing the warmth underneath your finger pad. “A place all of our own … I kinda want to thank Zelda now.”
Link stared curiously, expecting you to elaborate.
“For being such a filthy pack rat we have no choice but to move.”
You snickered, and—you were sure, against his better nature— he quietly chuckled to himself as well.
“Our own little home,” You murmured.
Link intertwined your hand with his.
“… Where we’ll be alone,” he said.
You parted your lips—only attracting Link’s attention, and he leaned forward to capture you in a kiss.
A soft sound of surprise from you, again something Link only took advantage of to invite his curious, needy tongue into your mouth. Thankfully, your arms were already around him; it took little effort to pull him in closer. His hands roamed your body, the noticeable dips made by your curves where your nightie sank. Link’s thumb caught at the skin of your nipple, growing more excited with the graze of skin.
“Mm … Link, oh …” Link had left your lips to trail a series of wet kisses down your neck, one of his hands caressing your thigh. “We have to be quiet …”
Because the goddess only knew how little you wanted Zelda to overhear—or any of the townspeople, lest their mendacious rumors multiply.
Link paused his nibbling of your earlobe to quip, “Only be a problem for one of us …”
What’s gotten into him? You almost wanted to show him who was boss—and remind him who normally started whimpering like crazy once lips were wrapped around his cock—but instead you resisted a laugh.
Link’s hand, once curious about your thigh, had since ascended past the hem of your nightdress to your naked sex, where now his fingers sought to play with your clit.
“Link ...”
Too late; Link already had you on your back, topping you with a hand in between your legs. He gently swiped at your clit while rocking his erection into your upper thigh. You whined and brushed kisses against Link’s naked collarbone.
“You’re just gonna make a mess,” You reasoned. But it didn’t stop you from palming his cock, where you felt him only grow harder under your play, nor from spreading your legs to give his hand better access to your folds.
Link ignored you, reaching down to kiss your lips before returning to the meal he had been making of your neck. He rocked into your hand at a faster pace now, all the while carefully swiping and tapping at your clit expertly, years of practice having taught him all the best—and quickest—ways of making you cum.
“Once we have a place all our own,” Link said, something suspiciously teasing about his tone, “we won’t have to be quiet anymore …”
Your head hit the back of the pillow with an exhale. Your toes curled; between Link’s fingers, now slick with your excitement from playing with your defenseless clit, his clothed cock in your palm, and his lips dancing across your sensitive neck, you were closer than you cared to admit. And since when had he learned to tease you—with words, no less?
“I thought you were worried about a mess?” Link said, punctuated with more considerate swipe at your entrance. “And yet …”
You were rocking into him now, your hips bucking in desperate need of his fingers. Heavy breaths in his ear, with one hand on his back and another on Link’s jumping cock, your mind was going blank.
“Link!” With a few circles against your clit you were cumming, a pronounced whine right at Link’s ear as you gripped him hard, felt his trousers grow wet and sodden with what could only be his own release. Still, you arched your back, vaguely surprised by the strength of your climax with such little play.
And as you were enraptured with your own release and Link muttered soft, clipped praises in your ear, you realized in some part of your brain not flooded by animal need that you had no idea what living in Tarrey Town would be like.
---
You would find out a week or so later.
Link had surprised you with a plot of land he had secured with a view overlooking Tarrey Town itself.
“It’s beautiful, Link,” was all you could say, breathlessly, as a breeze got caught in your hair.
You couldn’t quite intellectualize why you were so enraptured; you had seen and traveled to Tarrey Town with him many times, yet this was different. The two of you would be so … away from it all. A fact you thought you would find isolating and perhaps even sad, but instead found only relieving. If you stood outside, cradled by the breeze, you could believe it was only you and Link in the world and no one else.
“Mhm!” Granteson nodded enthusiastically, disrupting that ‘just you and Link’ illusion. “And if you have any second thoughts about the area, just let me know! We can go ahead and move you to wherever you want!”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Link said. Then, to you: “Let’s get started.”
Once Link knew you were satisfied, he immediately got to work with Ultrahand. The two of you had (mostly) agreed on the layout of your new home; a foyer, a study beside the bedroom. Adjacent from the bedroom there would be a kitchen, and adjacent to that would be a blessing room. You wanted flower pots on the roof. The only disagreements came from where Link would retire his weapons, which—
“The spears can’t go in the kitchen, Link—”
“It’ll be okay! We can use them to cut stubborn pieces of meat, and—”
“Okay? Okay? You want to be cooking porridge and accidentally poke your eyes out?”
Link eyed the tip of the nearest spear, leaned against the wall nearest the front door. “That won’t happen …”
But Link seemed unsure enough that he eventually relented and constructed a storage room for any scavenged weapons.
After a few days, Zelda came to check up on the two of you.
“Oh, look how much you’ve done already!” she had clapped her hands together, head tilted back to admire the full scope of the house. “It looks wonderful, you two!”
She, of course, especially loved the study, regardless of how small it was.
“I’ll be sure to lend you a few of my copies,” Zelda said while investigating the new shelves. “It just won’t do with them being as empty as they are.”
Link had been preoccupied with hauling an extra room before releasing it from Ultrahand. He seemed unsure of where to connect it and what to. “How are things in Hateno?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
“Things are going well, actually,” Zelda muttered, admiring the wood of your new home.
Her words, shaking at the hem of her voice, did not go unnoticed by you. “Is there still talk? People know we’re gone, right?”
Zelda cleared her throat. “Mm, yes. Yes, they know.”
You threw Link a suspicious look. He came over, having abandoned the new, box-shaped room, and closed the book Zelda was distracting herself with.
“Spill it, Zel,” You said, hand akimbo.
“Oh, I don’t want to repeat it!” Zelda cried. “It—People can be so horrible.”
“We can handle it,” Link said.
“It’s not that, it’s …” Zelda sighed, shoulders dropping. “Well, it’s just … the other day, I left the house to run a few errands—and I … overheard some women who seemed … shocked you and Link were the ones moving, not …”
You raised your brows. “Not?”
“Not … Not Link and I.”
You curled your lips into you mouth, but couldn’t prevent from laughing.
“It’s not funny!”
“First we’re a throuple, and now Link has a favorite?” Again, you tried to stop laughing—only to wheeze—
Link reached over and pinched your side.
“Ah!” You giggled. “What?”
“This is serious.”
“This is beneath you,” You countered. “The both of you,” You added, throwing a look at Zelda. “I can’t believe you thought I’d be hurt by something like this.”
“It’s just this kind of talk is just so corrosive to the harmony of the kingdom …” Zelda sounded genuinely dispirited.
“Maybe to the kingdom,” You said, taking Link’s hand, “but not to us. Seriously, Zelda we’ll be fine.”
She was quiet, but after a beat she smiled. “All right, then!”
After Zelda had left, Link got to work on dinner. He seemed agitated, but when you pressed and offered to help, he both insisted he cook and refused to give you an answer.
Better than the alternative. Link working with the ingredients you already had in the newfound kitchen was objectively better than what could happen; all you could think about was the time Link had brought home a whole bear at your doorstep. Zelda had nearly had a heart attack before she realized it was dead.
While the smell of his cooking wafted around, you took notes both by candlelight and the remnants of sunlight.
“You’re really not bothered?” Link said, adding a seasoning whose name escaped you into the pot. “Even a little?”
“Hm?” You looked up from your notes. “By what?”
“By what Zelda told us.”
“No,” You said without thought. “If anything, I’m sorry Zelda has to put up with this.” You resisted a snort readying itself at the back of your throat. “And that you do as well.”
Link brought dinner over. Prime meat stew. There was something reverent in the way he knelt before you, offering your plate first. Serving you first.
“What’s wrong?”
A few seconds passed before Link granted you a reply, “I don’t like you having to put up with this, either.”
“Link …”
Link reached over the table to take hold of your hand, holding it snug in his own. “You’re precious to me.”
“I know,” You murmured.
He then gestured at your plate. “Tell me if you like it.”
You began to eat, hungry. Link, himself, seemed hungry as he watched you, but didn’t touch his plate.
“It’s so good,” You hummed, eyes closing, satisfied by … the entire state of things. The new home, the warm saucy taste of the stew, the warmth of Link’s presence beside you.
When you opened your eyes, Link still hadn’t picked his spoon, oddly preoccupied with you.
You gestured to his plate. “You should eat something—I haven’t seen you eat all day.” You blinked, realizing what you had just said. “Should I be concerned?”
Link shook his head gently. “I don’t want it.”
“Really?” You frowned. “Then … What do you want to eat?”
Your candles illuminated Link’s face, and the vibrant, summer blue of his eyes. He didn’t answer, only leaned toward you—“You”—and kissed you. Surely he could taste the lingering seasonings still layered your tongue. You responded in kind, caressing his face as he pressed his body weight against you. You closed your eyes into the kiss and, robbed of sight, could only rely on Link’s adventurous lips and your sense of hearing; plates tinked at your side, then—
A surprised whimper escaped you as Link laid you atop the table. You looked up at Link from where he slotted himself between your legs. Again he showed you reverence; his hands softly grazed the path of your legs, his mechanical hand even gentler in its ascent. Goosebumps rose on your flesh at the ghostly touches. With a pleased hum, you tugged on Link’s tunic, both to bring him down to your level and to propel him to be less inhibited. He was so gentlemanly it puzzled you, always unsure if he had permission to touch you even after having so, so many times.
Receptive to your touch, Link knelt down and captured your lips—hungrier this time, thank Hylia. You wrapped legs around him, desperate for more. But it proved counterproductive; Link’s fingers bent over the start of your pants, coupled with your panties, and could only bring them down to your knees.
With great effort, Link broke away, a string of saliva bridging your lips to his. He kissed a train down your neck, collarbone, all the while sliding your bottoms down when you stretched your legs out to accommodate him.
You heard the flop of your bottoms hitting the floor just as Link pressed a kiss in the valley of your breasts. “Link …”
But his kisses were growing hungrier as he went lower, making you clench at the idea of what his lips would do once they met your cunt. Whining, you threaded fingers through Link’s untied hair, long since having abandoned his tie since coming home.
More kisses down your sternum left tiny dots of saliva to cool on your skin. As his bodyweight left, you split your legs to give him full access to his target.
You heard Link sigh, content and besotted. Then you felt his fingers pull your lips apart for a greater view and access to your cunt.
“So beautiful …”
Just as promised, he dove tongue first into your hole before licking up to your clit.
“You’re already a little wet …” Link moaned, hot breath brushing against your clit before he took it in his mouth.
You arched your back as Link’s hands gripped on to your thighs, pulling you forward into his eager mouth. “What’s—ah—gotten into you?” You asked, breath stuck in your throat when he kissed your clit, lips brushing against the sensitive nub. “All of a sudden—”
“Do you want to talk?” Link asked between licks, mockery lilting his voice.
Smartass—you thought but didn’t say as Link continued his work on you. As always, Link started slow, tentative, as though afraid he would grow too excited and nip you. He laid his tongue flat against your cunt, collecting more of your wetness on the pink little muscle before treating your clit as the epicenter of his attention once again.
“Link …” You reached forward to comb fingers through Link’s hair, inadvertently pushing his head farther into your cunt.
And Link was sure to collect what was there on his tongue—his enthusiastic tongue, swiping and savoring the taste of your cunt
You wouldn’t last long pressed against his learned mouth and you knew it. You cracked an eye open, roused by the sudden rustling at your right, and saw Link’s arm jerking frantically.
“You better cum inside me,” You murmured. “I don’t—mm—want you to waste a single bit of it…”
A rough groan from Link, who was busying his tongue on you while fisting his hungry cock. Naturally, the Link you knew was good at everything—that included multitasking; his mouth and other hand worked in tandem to serve your cunt. Two fingers fucked themselves inside of you while his tongue worked broad circles around your clit.
“Fuck.” Those fingers continued to tap and stroke at your spongy insides while the wild suction of Link’s mouth left your legs trembling. “Fuck, Link—Link!”
You clenched down on his fingers—now three instead of two—and threw your head back as Link’s tongue lapped desperately at your clit in what could only be his need to satiate the hunger he had for you.
“Ah!” You twitched in such a violent way Link moved to reorient you onto the table, so lost you were in your orgasm.
He kept pumping his fingers inside you, sure to help you ride out what was left of your high. In your rogue haze, you realized you couldn’t hear the rustling his hand had caused.
As you reached peak sensitivity, Link at last moved away. You blinked eyes open to see him still kneeling over you, raised a little higher; his red cock stood high and twitching.
You met Link’s eye and saw a pointed desperation there. He was waiting for you to come to so he could finish the job.
You licked your lips, chest raising and falling with harsh breaths.
“Give me another,” You demanded.
Link was on his feet, tugging his trousers down as he crawled on top of you. Still, he pecked you on the lips, clearly wanting to demonstrate tenderness despite it all. You clung to him, cunt throbbing to know you were making him this frenzied.
“I might—” Link struggled at your ear. “I don’t know if—”
“I don’t care,” You said, hugging him to you. “I just want you.”
Link nodded, shoulders relaxing as he adjusted above you. His cock sank easily into your sopping cunt, reigniting your heightened sensitivity from your last orgasm.
“Link …”
Your hands went to his back, clinging to him as he took his first thrust. Already, his hips stuttered, his pace clumsy due to incessant need. You couldn’t care less, simply happy to be in this position, with your man on top of you, his cock nestled tight and snug and eager in your cunt. The first time the two of you would have sex in your new home.
You’d be emotional if you weren’t already on the brink of another orgasm.
Link’s pace was improving as he remembered himself. His hips slapped into you with each thrust, skin on skin. The table underneath you jostled with Link’s force. Your heels dug into his lower back as one of Link’s hands raised above your head to grab the table’s edge.
“Link—Link—Fuck—!”
But he seemed to have forgotten himself again. You loved this, loved when he forgot his own strength, when he lost himself in you.
With a series of familiar shudders and shaky breaths, Link came to his end, jerking you with a final thrust. You were already clenching around him for the second time tonight, trembling underneath Link as he tried a few more weak thrusts to ride out his high and yours. You captured his lips, and he sighed into the kiss as he fucked his cum into you.
Link slumped, laying on top of you as lethargy blanketed him. Your breath mingled with his in the too-warm quiet of the night. Despite it all, you still felt strangely spent. Or maybe you were content. The table’s sharp edges were beginning to pierce uncomfortably into your back, and the position Link’s wanton need had situated in was not the most comfortable in general, yet you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
You didn’t remember much else; it seemed as though you blinked and you were in bed, beside Link who was dozing off himself, tracing an idle finger against your arm.
Candles burning out. Link’s ghostly touch. Then nothing.
---
When you woke the next morning, it was in Link’s arms, his face nestled in your neck and strands of hair tickling your upper arm. You smiled knowingly and ever-so-gently maneuvered out of his embrace, eyes roving over the disheveled sheets and messy table and candles long gone out.
You weaseled out of bed and welcomed the ache between your legs, ready to feed the horses outside.
You quickly threw on clothes and creaked the front door open, beelining for the stable—before you noticed something beside your home sign, forcing you to do a double-take …
FUCK.
The word lay sprayed over the sign, over your name and Link’s.
You stared, gob smacked. In the distance, your hungry horses neighed, aware that either you or Link were close by.
You blinked, motionless otherwise, before uttering the only word that came to mind:
“…Fuck.”
---
“So,” Zelda began with a disappointed pout, “it appears the issues lies in the fact that the two of you aren’t married.”
You, Link, Zelda, Rhondson and Hudson were gathered around the house. Link, deprived of something to fight, resigned to slowly pacing the floor, brows knitted in a deep frown.
“We’re so sorry about this,” Hudson said. “This is not representative of Tarrey Town’s values!” He nodded affirmatively towards you. “I promise, we’ll get to the bottom of who did this.”
“Still,” Zelda said, her pretty green eyes hooded with concern. “Who would think to do something like this?”
“I’m a little confused,” Rhondson said. “What were they trying to convey exactly?”
Zelda rolled her eyes. “It’s an old … acronym of sorts.” She put her next words in air quotes, “’Fornication under consent of the king.’ Hence… that word. It’s just childish, really.”
“Wouldn’t it be queen, though?” Hudson said.
“I don’t think whoever did this had the brains to figure that out,” Zelda said.
“This is just ridiculous,” You said, throwing hands up. “It’s not like we even bother anybody! Why can’t people get a life and leave us alone.”
“My thinking exactly,” Zelda said—and her tone had a pointed, protective edge to it. Goddess above, you loved this girl. “This is certainly not how I wanted to start my venture as the Queen of Hyrule.”
There was a short pause, then:
“Do you think …” Rhondson began.
“Hmm?” Hudson said. “What is it, dear?”
Rhondson let out the kind of sexy sigh her people were known for. “Do you think the harassment were to stop should the two of you get married?”
You and Link exchanged looks. The severe expression the circumstance had led Link to wear softened as he stared at you.
“Of course we’ve thought about it,” You murmured. “And it’ll happen …”
And it almost had; Link had proposed and you’d been the one to decline shortly before Ganondorf had risen his slimy, over-sized head, before Zelda had been stolen away by the Time Stone. You’d had a bad feeling beforehand, and you’d been right.
“But it won’t happen like this,” You said, and everyone in the room seemed taken aback by the bite in your tone. “We’re not getting married to stop people from bullying us. We’ll make this stop.”
Hudson laughed. “That’s the spirit.”
“I’ll go into town,” Zelda said.
“No, Your Majesty,” Rhondson said. “I’ll keep an ear out for any gossip—nothing normally gets passed me. If I hear anything, I’ll be sure to let (Y/n) and Link know.”
Zelda seemed deflated. “There must be something I can do.”
You came over to her and put your hand on her shoulder. “You’ve got enough on your plate ruling an entire kingdom. You can’t worry yourself over petty happenstances like these.” You looked over your shoulder to Link. “This is our fight; we’ll handle this.”
That was the end of it for now. Once everyone left, you plucked the sign out of the ground and hurled it over the cliff.
Link was in a foul mood for the rest of the day and took to ignoring you, abandoning the house to traipse around the nearby woods. You were annoyed, but left him to it; it was probably a good idea for him to blow off some steam killing Moblins, Wizzrobes, and fucking Octoroks. At the thought, your jaw clenched up.
Maybe I should join him …
Instead you mulled over solutions to your little slander problem, taking brief interludes to catch up on editions of the Lucky Clover Gazette (thankfully, the rumors about the three of you hadn’t made it to Traysi …. Yet).
At sundown, Link returned, and you confronted him.
“Just talk to me,” You pressed.
Cornered, Link dropped a bow he was holding—that looked suspiciously Lynel in design—at the front door.
“I don’t like that I can’t protect you from this,” he said dejectedly.
“I don’t need protecting, my love,” You said, leaning away from the small table in the foyer. “You know that more than anyone else.”
Link cringed, most likely because he knew he had stepped in it.
But you weren’t mad—at least not anymore; you knew this was hard for him. Link the warrior always solved his problems (and the problems of others) through direct confrontation with the thing causing issues. But there was no monster to fight, no dungeon to solve, just a frustrating happenstance with the potential to ruin your reputation, along with his and Zelda’s. And make it harder for you to look shopkeepers in the eye. They don’t construct Master Swords for petty chin wagging.
Perhaps they should. “What I need is for us to be a team and work this out together,” You said.
Link nodded. He stepped toward you and wrapped a protective arm over your waist. “I’m sorry.”
You pecked him on the cheek, caressed it. “We’ve both had much bigger problems than this—at least this one won’t turn into a dragon by the end of it.”
A tick at Link’s lips, but he wouldn’t let himself laugh.
He knows I’m funny. You let it go and continued: “Anyway, I’ve had some ideas while you were gone.”
“Something’s not right to me, Link,” You said. “So … somebody climbed all the way up here to put a lurid sign outside our house and that’s it?” You propped your chin up with your knuckle. “Then I started thinking. And, well … who do we know that likes to fuck with us on an almost quotidian basis?”
You wiggled your brows at Link, whose expression lightened with clarity.
“Ahhh.” He perked. “In that case, I have an idea.”
You smiled, detecting the mischievous glint that had come to Link’s eye. “Well, I’m all ears.”
---
“Mmm—”
“Ngh—(Y/n), you—ah—can’t—!”
“You just look so good in this—”
“Ah-hah—We—we have to focus!”
True. The question was how exactly were you supposed to keep hands to yourself when Link looked like that in his Sheikah garb?
You were dressed similarly, but that wasn’t the point.
It was Link’s idea for you to break out the Sheikah gear for extreme silence as you neared the stable. You didn’t want to be caught by the suspects of your theory, but you didn’t want typical stable goers to detect you either.
“East Akkala Stable isn’t far,” Link said before playfully swatting your hand away.
“Fine,” You acquiesced with a stubborn, playful huff, following Link down his descent down the hill. The road ribboned in the darkness as dusk fell. Sunset fireflies danced in the air of the coming night before skittering away, frightened by your approach.
The outside of the stable was deserted. Goats baahed and a dog kneaded you for attention, nibbling on your pants leg before you batted it away.
You knelt beside Link, who’d arrived first by the window of the Stable, and remained silent.
And waited.
You walked into the stable a few minutes later, stumbling as though tipsy, and followed by Link, wearing a smirk too devilish for his face. Excess blush made your cheeks an unnatural, blotchy red.
You held the back of your hand on your forehead dramatically. “Oh, Link!” You flew into Link’s arms. Heads turned in response to your theatrics. “My sexy, hunk of a knight! I’m getting excited just looking at you!”
Link brazenly cupped one of your breasts. “I feel the same about you! This is the perfect place to make love, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes!” Rhapsodic, you leaped into Link’s arms, where he caught you by your under-thighs. “The only thing that could make this better is if we got Queen Zelda involved!”
Confused, scandalized murmurs followed at the mention of Zelda and her title.
“We have to remind her we’re available, we both know how she can never get enough …!”
“I can’t fucking believe this!” You—the real you—hissed in Link’s ear. “So this is what they’ve been doing! This whole time, they’ve been spreading lies about us and pretending to be us!”
Link grunted, displeased.
The other Link, on the other hand, seemed more than pleased. “Yes!” He gripped your shoulders, and you dipped your head while in his arms. “Right here, right now, in front of everyone inside this stable!”
Murmurs of shock. A group of women ushered themselves out immediately. Some of the men looked excited, watching to see what would happen next.
“He—Hey!” The stable manager cried. You remembered this one: his name was Rudi. “This is a clean establishment! The two of you can’t just come in here with that kind of talk!”
You turned your head to glare at Rudi, your chest in Link’s face. “Stay out of this if you wanna keep your head, ingrate.”
“Yeah,” Link said. “Listen to my little bitch—”
An arrow surged past Link’s face by a mere inch and stabbed the curved stable wall behind him. A surge of outcries now as people leaped from their barstools, their beds, alarmed.
You snapped your head to the side to see the real Link—your Link—bearing a bow, looking angrier than you had ever seen him.
“Link,” You said. When had he gotten it out?
But Link’s attention was on the two impostors—specifically the false him, who had since dropped you and stood trembling, staring wide-eyed at the arrow.
In a flash, Link replaced his bow for his sword, leaped through the window and lunged toward his false twin—
Only for the false you to thwart him, your blade kissing his.
“Not so fast, hero,” You taunted him. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Everyone,” Link said. “Get out! It’s not safe!”
Nobody needed to be told twice; folks scrambled to leave the stable, even the poor owner.
The false Link transformed: it was a Yiga foot soldier in his uniform, face obscured by a mask.
“He finally reveals himself!” said the foot soldier. “Heh! This’ll be fun—”
“Think so?”
The foot soldier turned his head. “Huh—?”
He gave a strangled yelp as your knee smashed into his mask, shattering one side of it and knocking him to the floor.
“Because I was thinking the same thing,” You said, retrieving your Eightfold Blade. “But I doubt this’ll be that fun for you.”
“You think can stop us?” The false you said, balancing the strength of Link’s blade with her own. “Your reputation’s already ruined!”
You didn’t respond, instead surveying her with a smirk. “What a cheap imitation,” You said. “I thought the Yiga were supposed to be experts at this.”
“Wha—? You little—”
Link pushed, and the confident gleam in your false twin’s eye petered out—the second of distraction you had given her was enough for Link to immediately gain the upper hand, shoving and meeting her in actual combat, blade on blade.
The false Link came for you, but there was nothing he could do that your brief rendezvous with the Yiga hadn’t taught you already.
The foot soldier momentarily transformed back into his Link facade, forcing you to pause in your charge.
“Heh, how soft,” he mocked you. “You’d never attack your precious little—”
You almost broke your knuckles on his face.
“Like I said,” You said, “Cheap imitation.”
He recovered quickly, what with a stumble, and you met him enthusiastically in battle. Somewhat adequate, but he obviously had not defeated as many monsters as you had. He couldn’t keep up with you, and soon you had swept his long blade out of his grip with your own and flung it toward Link, who was making quick work of your double.
You didn’t like their chances before Link leaped through the window, but by the end even you felt a little sorry for them. The Yiga foot soldier who’d engaged with you hung over the side of the bar, nose bloodied and blinking drunkenly through his cracked mask.
“You … won’t get away with this,” he huffed out. “All glory to Master Kohga—”
“Don’t bother praising him”—With a cartwheel kick, you silenced him with a foot to the face. He swung over and fell gracelessly to the floor—“until he trains you better.”
You looked over at Link. At some point the false you had transformed into her true Yiga self and she, too, lay unconscious on the floor.
You rejoined him as he sheathed his sword.
“Well, at least we got to the bottom of all this …” You said, hand on your hip. “We really should’ve known.”
Link jerked his head toward the front door.
“Oh!” You perked up. How could you have forgotten? “You can come back in now!”
The two of you brought back those who were willing. A few travelers gathered around the Yiga members as though they were museum attractions, fascinated by both their uniforms and poor states.
“I’m so sorry about all of this,” You told Rudi. “I hope you can see this was all just a big misunderstanding.”
“Oh, forget it!” Rudi said, sounding relieved. “I’m just happy it turned out to not be the two of you!” he patted Link on the back.
“We can fix these tables,” You offered.
“Like I said: forget it! Thanks you for putting a stop to them. I thought for sure they would scare all my customers away.” He cleared his throat, a pink tint to his cheeks. “Any way I can repay you?”
“We want to fix what we broke,” Link insisted.
Rudi sighed, shaking his head. “Man, those two were really out of their depths disguising themselves as you both.” When he saw neither of you would budge, he sighed. “Fine, fine! But you still haven’t answered my question.”
Link seemed to consider this. “Maybe another membership point?” he asked.
“You got it!”
A few moments later, the foot soldiers were tied to poles, groaning in turn from injuries sustained. Overhead, the lamps swayed; their bruises came in and out of view.
“Yiga members disguised themselves as us to mar our reputations,” You told Link. “Traysi and Penn will love this.”
Link smiled—a gesture that relieved you after the wrath that had been on his face moments earlier—and nodded.
“We’ve gotta let Zelda know, as well,” You went on.
“You two do what you have to,” Rudi said, cracking his knuckles. “We’ll take care of the Yiga folks for you …”
A few stable goers encroached …
“Gah!” The once false Link regained consciousness. He shook his head, ridding himself of his lethargy. “This—This isn’t over!” He made a sign, grabbed his companion’s arm through the constriction of ropes, and poofed away. The ropes sagged to the floor as stable goers gawked.
You sighed. “We should’ve seen that coming.” You watched as Link started collecting the rope, looping it over his forearm. “At least they got totally humiliated before getting away?” You added to find a silver lining.
Frowning, Link nodded. “You’re right.”
With the show clearly over, stable goers began to resume their activities, reclaiming their beds before they could be taken by rival guests.
“And maybe—Oh, Hylia!”
With the rope gone, a leftover became visible. You knelt down to collect it.
“Of course they left a banana,” You said, holding up the fruit.
“… Can I have it?” Link asked.
Of course he wanted it. Remembering Link had forgone lunch, you offered it to him, happy to finally see his mood improve as he peeled it and took a well-earned bite.
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JUST THIS IN! A new scoop from your pals at the Lucky Clover Gazette!
Readers, you won’t believe this one: we’ve received word from one of our closest confidants that members of the notorious Yiga clan have been using their impressive skills with disguise to impersonate the likes of (Y/n), the hero of legend, Link, and our very own newly-instated queen of Hyrule, Zelda!
It doesn’t take a genius to deduce their motivations; the Yiga have despised the Hyrule royals and their associates for quite some time. It would be in line with their long-time agenda for the people of this realm to lose faith in our heroes and question their legitimacy with the use of impersonation and hearsay! But their dastardly plot has been put to rest.
We’re here to spread the word, as always, and we encourage our readers to keep their wits about them. Do not believe everything you hear, or see—even if it’s taking place before your own eyes! If you see our delightful trio engaging in unspeakable acts in public, it is most likely a ploy.
Stay vigilant, and stay tuned for our next edition, only here at the Lucky Clover Gazette!
“Absolutely outstanding,” Zelda said, lowering the newspaper by her buttered apples. “So this whole time, it was the Yiga clan spreading rumors and pretending to be us!”
“Yep.” You came to sit by Zelda. “Traysi was salivating at the idea of dropping this story, but she still sent me an unedited version of this month’s edition just in case we wouldn’t be okay with it.”
“She asked if I wanted to work with Penn again,” Link added.
“Those Yiga and their tricks …!” Zelda frowned at the steam rising from her cup. “Curse them! But thank Hylia it’s all over and done with!” She faced Link. “But why does she want you and Penn to reunite?”
“To handle the other Yiga members,” Link replied, “and help spread the story.” He looked at you. “I told her I’d have to ask you first.”
“That would be an excellent idea!” Zelda said. “We all know how relentless the Yiga are; it may take a few more pointed attempts to flush them out.”
You came over to Link, settling in his lap and wrapping arms around his neck. He raised his brows at you, but you only kissed him on the cheek.
“I think it’s a great idea, too.” You twirled a piece of Link’s hair around your finger, admiring his pink cheeks. “But I think I’d prefer it if we took some time to enjoy our new home first.”
Link nodded, looking determined despite your petting. “We’re not finished with it.”
“And now the two of you can work on the rest of it in peace!” Zelda said. “Oh, this is marvelous—and of course, I’ll do my part to make sure this revelation reaches every corner of Hyrule. It can be one of my first decrees as queen!”
You exchanged looks with Link. Is that good enough for now? You knew Link—he knew his desire to play house with you was currently rubbing up against a need to dish out some punishment toward the Yiga for their filthy tricks. You knew his desire to protect those closest to him, whether it be their body or honor on the line, would outweigh whatever his id told him to do. Even if it meant he would never slow down. He would never rest.
“Okay,” Link said.
You blinked, surprised.
“It’s settled, then!” Zelda offered you one of her apple slices. “Let’s eat to celebrate the end of all this nonsense!”
You took a slice, wanting nothing more than to press Link on why he agreed so readily to you, only to think better of it.
The reality was you would see very little of Zelda for the next few months; with the stress of the scandal having subsided, that left only her new queen duties to attend to. That left one day the three of you could enjoy one another as friends—like before, when you all shared a house in Hateno.
Those days were gone, and it made you sad, but also strangely hopeful.
Things were always ending, so new things could begin.
Zelda bid the two of you a heartfelt goodbye after a day spent together. Once she was gone, you turned and leaned your back up against the front wall. Just like that, it was you and Link again—Link, smiling at you.
“So,” You murmured, crossing your arms, “no Yiga hunting? I wasn’t expecting you to give in so soon, it’s not like you.”
Link was quiet for a beat, expression considerate. “This whole ordeal has taught me a few things.”
“Oh?”
“There’s more than one way to tend to someone.” Link came to you, caressed your hand in his. “I want to address the Yiga and make them pay for what they’ve done.”
“But …?” You asked as Link placed a gingerly kiss to your knuckles.
“I want to cater to you, too.”
And it occurred to you just how true this was for you also. The wild was many things: freeing, adventurous, wondrous. It was beautiful. But so was building a home for someone. With someone. To create a place they might lay their head down when weary, when the world left them cold and exhausted, when it ravaged.
If you could create such a space for Link, you could die happy.
“I want to take care of you, too, hero,” You said, tracing a finger over the ghost of Link’s kiss. “You just hardly ever let me.”
Link’s head turned to follow you as you stepped away from the door. “Tomorrow, I want to start on the upstairs.”
You nodded in agreement, all the while leading him to bed. “In the mean time, do you think you could get a fire going for me?” You felt a chill coming on. It didn’t get very cold in Tarrey, nor near it, but you had a feeling tonight would be different. “I read in the Gazette that there’s a cold front coming in, so it’ll be chilly tonight.”
Link waited until you got into bed, all before pressing a reverent kiss to your forehead.
Legend sat on the floor of his home with his hookshot in hand and tools scattered all around him. The blasted thing had jammed weeks ago but without the proper tools he hadn’t been able to fix it for some time. The mechanism was complex, finicky and though he had done it before, Legend settled himself down knowing he would likely be at this most of the day.
The others had ether gone into town, likely to restock on anything they needed. Or were wisely staying out of his way. Leaving him to focus for nearly two hours in blissful silence until he eventually felt the couch cushions behind him dip. He didn't look up from his work. Didn't even shoot whoever had just joined him a sly remark or even an acknowledgement that he knew they were now here.
Whoever it was now sat behind him did the same. No attempts at idle chat or witty banter. In fact whoever it was, was so quiet that Legend still has no idea who it was. Which, that in itself narrowed it down to only a few of the heros but there was still plenty of people it could be.
But as the tight roll of chains snapped against his finger he pushed the thought from his mind. This was his favorite hookshot damn it, and he was not about to have to go and fish out his other ones.
More time passed, he wasn’t entirely sure how much, but his back was already sore from leaning over for so long. His fingers ached from the tedious work of untangling, reshaping and reconnecting the fragile chain inside. His stomach growled, protesting the lunch he likely had forgone in favor to simply get finished quicker.
Something crossed into his field of vision and for a moment he thought his stomach was playing tricks on him. A hand, holding a thin slice of apple out towards him or at least that's what it seemed like from the corner of his eye. Another loud rumble of his stomach and the apple slice was held a bit closer to him.
Legend eyed it curiously. His hands were entirely tangled in parts and tools. There would be no way he could let go to take the slice. His protesting stomach insisted that he try something however else it force him to take a break! So he leaned his head over, grabbed the slice with his teeth and took a bite.
It was one from his orchard. He'd know the taste anywhere and it was a welcomed comfort to his senses. The hand disappeared from view as he chewed and swallowed. Pleased that his concentration had not been broken in his need to satisfy his still rather empty stomach.
The hand returned a second later with another slice. Repeating his actions, he leaned over and took it into his mouth. It easily slipped into a small pattern as he continued his work. So much that Legend had almost embarrassingly opened his mouth in anticipation before the slice even appeared.
At long last, they stopped coming. Likely having run out from the impromptu lunch.
Legend doubled down on his efforts with the small red hookshot. Switching tools when needed with the occasional swear word thrown out when he couldn't quite get the right thing to move.
Ages later he could hear the door open and someone shuffling inside. “Mr Hero!!” Legend immediately groaned at the shout of his familiar nickname.
“There you are Mr Hero! Can-”
Legend held up a hand, signally for Ravio to stop talking. He just needed one more minute. One more little twist of the blasted thing and theeen…
”Fucking finally.” He dropped his tools and closed his eyes as he slumped back against the couch with a freshly restored hookshot. He closed his eyes, letting his head flop backwards in relief to finally be done.
Ravio snickered from where he stood in the doorway. “Apologies, I didn't realize you had…company.”
Ravio's comment struck him as odd. He hadn't heard anyone else come into the house so why was he referencing them? And why would that make him laugh? Maybe they were all messing around outside? Oh crap, he could only imagine the ridiculous antics some of them have likely gotten themselves into. Legend just hoped it was far from the orchard at least but with his luck they had would accidentally burn it to the ground.
He should go check on them. Make sure they're okay and aren't touching things they aren't supposed to.
He should get up.
He sighed, finding it hard to even care about what the others could be up to. He was much more focused on the relaxing sensation of fingers running through his hair. The way they scratched lightly at his scalp, releasing any tension or worries he could possibly be having.
His eyes flew open, sitting straight back up as he came to his senses. Not only has he completly forgotten that somewas was supposedly behind him. But that someone had been, no, was touching him and he hadn’t even noticed! He spun around so fast that his spine cracked.
You were sitting there, back leaning against the armrest with your legs stretched out before you. One of the books he had gotten in Holodrum held up in one hand while the other rested on the arm rest behind you. Hand dangling over the edge where his head had just been.
Legend noted the way your fingers still slowly moved which means you hadn’t noticed him move away.
He saw the empty bowl that sat beside your feet, recalling all of the apple slices that he had been fed while working. The tips of his ears turned red realizing that it had been you that had been silently feeding him that whole time.
You finally looked up from the book, meeting his gaze before smiling and closing the book. Careful not to lose the page you were on.
“Oh, did you finish fixing your hookshot?” You asked.
All he could manage was to nod his head.
“You were at that for a while. I think the others are out back. I’ll go check with Wild about dinner, you must be starving.”
You gently put the book down before swinging your legs off the couch and walked out of the room. Ravio waved as you walked past before turning back and smirking at Legend who glared at him in return.
“What?” he grumbled.
“Nothing~” he practically sang out in a teasing tone. “I just dont think I’ve ever seen you look sooo…” he paused, waving his hand around, pretending to think of the right word as Legend just rolled his eyes. “Domestic.” Ravio teased.
Legend quickly looked away feeling his face getting uncomfortably warm. He quickly gathered up the tools around him and stood up to leave. He brushed past his rather unwelcomed roommate and headed up the stairs to his room.
He threw the tools inside an old chest before turning to Ravio who was now leaning against the door frame, having followed after him.
“Oh come now Mr Hero! No need to be so embarrassed! The two of you certainly seemed to be quite comfortable down there. Is there something going on between the two of you?” Ravio wiggled his eyebrow and Legend scowled.
“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be trying to sucker someone into buying you're overpriced items?”
“I’ll take that as a yes!” Ravio shoved his way further into the room, closing the door behind him. “Sooooo?? Go on, tell Ol Ravio all about it!”
“There's nothing to tell Rav.” Legend grumbled, locking the chest shut.
“Sure there is! How long have you been an item ? What about her caught your eye? Or OH! How did you tell her?”
“Nothing!” Legend shouted, sinking onto his bed. “I haven't told her anything cause there is nothing to tell!” Ravio crossed his arms, staring at him with raised eyebrows.
“Link. You are single handedly the worst liar I've ever met.”
“The hell! Im not lying! There is nothing going on between me and (Y/N).” If Legend couldn't meet Ravio's eyes while he said it he would never admit to it.
“That's not what I saw downstairs.” Ravio pressed. “Clearly you at least have feelings for her do you not? So why not say something?”
Legend sank further into the bed. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation right now. With Ravio of all people. When you could be just a few feet away.
Ravio took a few steps forward, leaning closer as if examining Legend’s face. Legend leaned back but held his gaze firmly this time. “You're scared aren't you.”
Legends face flared, eyebrows shooting towards the ceiling. “W-what!?”
Ravio leaned back, letting his back hit the wall with a surprised smirk etched on his face. “You're scared to tell her how you feel.”
“That- I am NOT scared!”
“Oh? Then why haven't you told her yet?”
Well because….Why hadn’t he told you?
“What do you expect me to do! Run downstairs and break out into some fucking love song?”
“I want you to be honest Mr. Hero! If you like the girl then tell her!”
Legend stood up, getting right in Ravio’s face and to the man’s credit, he didn’t even flinch.
“Fine. You want me to be honest? Then I’ll be honest.”
He shoved Ravio out of the way and stormed downstairs. Legend had been on nearly 7 adventures. He had faced countless monsters, crawled through hundreds of dungeons. He had traveled through worlds and time. He even survived a freakin lightning strike that left him stranded at sea for days. Hell, he had faced Ganon, alone , when was barely 9 years old.
Surely he could tell some girl that he liked her.
Legend rounded the corner into the chaos that was currently his kitchen. Wild was cooking something that smelled divine while everyone sat around his table chatting away about this and that. To his dismay, you were directly between Wars, and Sky who had an arm draped over the back of your chair. His eyes immediately locked with the man that stared at him questioningly.
Legend visibly swallowed when the god slayer sky knight tilted his head, asking if everything was alright.
“Fine." A pause, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. "'ll be right back.” Legend swiftly turned back and practically ran back up his stairs, passing Ravio as he threw himself on his bed.
“Tsk tsk Mr. Hero. Here I thought I was the cowardly one.”
“Shut up you fucking rabbit” he mumbled, face planting into his pillow.
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Legend tossed onto his side for what felt like the hundredth time that hour alone. Sleep evaded him, not that he was particularly tired anyway.
He hated that Ravio had been right. Because he was right. Legend was not only scared to admit his feelings, he was down right terrified.
Time after time he had opened his heart only to have it crushed. Everyone he had ever truly cared for was gone. He was already on borrowed time with you as it is. What would even be the point in saying anything if he could wake up any day and you'd just join his ever growing list of ‘what could have been’?
He turned onto his back, kicking away the blanket in frustration as he glared holes into his ceiling.
Say he did confess. Say he finally told you all about how his eyes constantly looked for you. Searching for your smile like it's the only good thing left in the world. Or that the sound of your laugh could put Nayrus singing to shame.
He could tell you all about how his stomach fills with butterflies when you're near and that he craves the touch of your skin.
He could say all of that and more. Offering you everything he had just for the price of the smallest touch of your hand and it couldn't be enough.
Because you needed to feel the same. And Legend didn't know if he could face the reality of knowing that you didn't.
But what if you did?
What if by some miracle you not only understood exactly how he feels, but somehow feels even a sliver of it in return.
Legend sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. If Ravio has been right about one thing, then maybe, just maybe he was right and you returned his feelings.
He needed to settle this and he needed to do it now. Before he could chicken out again and before that blasted rabbit in the other room started running his mouth and ruined any chance at finding out.
Legend made for the door, creeping his way downstairs to where 9 people were currently crowded into his living room.
You were over by the hearth, curled up next Wind who had limbs nearly on 5 other people.
He tiptoes his way over, careful to not step on any of the others on his way.
He kneels down beside you. Part of him feels guilty for waking you, especially on one of the rare nights in an actual house. The other part has him grabbing your shoulder and giving it a few shakes.
Your eyes peel open with a soft groan. Staring up at Legend that made the guilt sink further. “Ledge?” You whispered, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes.
“Shhh,” He presses a finger to his mouth. “I…I need to talk to you.” He lightly grabs your hand, giving it a small tug for you to follow him as he stands.
“Now?” A yawn ripped through you as he helped you to your feet. “Is everything okay?”
“I just…come on. Well talk upstairs.” You don't ask any further questions as you follow after him. Your hand gently holding his as he led you up the stairs and into his room.
You dropped his hand, turning to close the door behind you before facing him. Eyes full of worry as you wait for him to start talking.
He didn't waste a second before he pulled you to him, his lips pressing against yours in a stiff kiss. He pulled away just as quickly, breath shaking from anticipation.
“Ledge..” you whispered, fingers barely holding onto his forearms.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” He said, leaning his face close to yours. “Say you don't want me and I’ll open that damn door, you go back downstairs and we pretend none of this happened.” A shiver crawled up your spine as his fingers brushed over your waist. “I won't try to convince you to stay, to want me in the way that my whole being craves to just be near you. I wont try to stop you and I will live out the rest of my fucking existence trying to get you out of my head.”
His lips hovered just above yours, just barely brushing as he spoke.
“Do you want me?”
“Ledge-”
“Do you-”
“Yes! Yes I want you, you idiot!”
He grabbed the back of your neck, holding you still as his lips melded to yours. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers finding their way to his jaw to hold his face to yours. His lips moved against yours, a hand coming up to tangle in your hair still tostled from sleep. You gasped, allowing him enough time for his tongue to dart forward. The warm muscle sliding right past your lips, completely overtaking you in a desire to explore every crevice of your mouth.
You slid your hands down to his chest, tugging at the thin piece of fabric keeping you from his skin. You found the hem, lifting it up as Legend pulled his mouth away from yours. You lifted the shirt up over his head, tossing it to the ground as you soaked in the view of his toned torso. Your fingers reached forward, tracing over muscles and scars that littered the newly revealed skin.
You turned your head. Lips brushing over the smaller bruises and scars etched into his chest and shoulders. Complimenting each one in a breath whisper.
Legend grabbed your chin, tilting your face upward to capture your lips again. He pressed into you, trapping you between his bare chest and the wall. His lips traveled away from your mouth and down to your neck. You let out a small moan as he bit down on the sensitive skin, lapping at it with his tongue before sucking the surrounding area.
Your hands dug into his hair, tugging at the pink tinted strands. Your name left his lips like a whispered prayer. His hands sliding down to the curves of your thighs. He stops just before your knees, hoisting you up off the ground. You wrap your legs around him as he holds you up. A sharp squeeze to your ass making you cling tighter to him.
The wall at your back disappeared, quickly replaced with the soft cushions of his mattress. Legend hovered over you as he continued his work on your neck. His fingers dipping underneath the hem of your shirt to trace small lines into your stomach.
“Is this alright?” He whispered just below your ear. His fingers trailing higher till they were just beneath your breasts.
“Yes.” You breathed out, encouraging him to keep going.
He pushed your shirt up till he had full view of your chest. Hands coming up the cup each one as he lowered his head. Kissing down the front of your neck as he kneaded each one. A thumb swiped over your nipple making you gasp as he repeated the motion again and again until he took it into his mouth. His other hand giving your other breast the same attention as he licked and sucked at your hardened mound.
Your hands dug into his hair, tugging him closer as he pulled a delicious moan from your lips. He looked up, his eyes glossy with lust as he detached from your breath with a small ‘pop’.
You took the opportunity to fully remove your shirt, letting it join his on the floor before he latched himself to your other breast.
Wetness pooled between your thighs that you clamped shut. You needed more. More of his mouth, his hands, anything he was willing to give you. You needed to taste him on your tongue. Hear the same gasps and moans that were pouring from your mouth coming from him. You needed him pressed against you, inside of you.
You wiggled your foot underneath him. Letting the top of your foot gently press along the bulge in his shorts.
He hissed, sitting up on his knees. He grabbed your thighs, tearing open your legs to slot himself between them. His erection pressed directly against you with a slow grind of his hips.
“Link~”
“Fuck (Y/N), do you know how long I've wanted this?” He grabbed your hips, pressing himself further against you as he ground his hips against yours. “To hear you say my name like this?”
Whatever clothing either of you had on, you needed them off. Now.
You reached up, pulling him down by the shoulders so you could kiss him. You sucked at his bottom lip while your hands trailed all the way down till they found the top of his shorts. A single finger tugged at the waistband, then 2, then 3.
“Can I touch you?”
He nods, breath caught in his throat as your hand dipped below the waistband. He shudders above you as you take hold of his cock.
“Sit back for me? Please?”
Hylia, Legend could have come from the sound of your voice alone.
He complies. Letting you maneuver him into a sitting position as you slowly help remove his shorts. His cock hard and red from neglect. You sit beside him, giving open mouth kisses to his shoulder as your fingers find their way down, wrapping around him. He stiffens under your touch, shutting his eyes as you ever so slowly tease the head with your thumb.
“(Y/N))~”
“You like that?” You teased, swiping your thumb over the slit, slick with precum. “Mmmm do you that or this more?” You give a slow pump of his dick making him throw his head back.
“T-That. Fuck please-” he whined. His hands grabbed for you. One wrapping around your waist while the other kept your head securely to his neck that you peppered with kisses.
You grabbed the base, going as slow as possible until he was practically shaking, fingers digging into you.
“Please..”
“Please what?”
“Go faster.” He panted.
You did, tightening your grip ever so slightly as you pumped him up and down. Your lips brushing his ear as he leaned over and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breathing getting more sporadic as his abs tightened. He was close, just a few more-
His hand grabbed your wrist, yanking it away from him. You immediately froze, wondering if you had done something wrong. Had you gone too far somehow?
He grabbed your waist, effortlessly tossing you onto your back as he crawled on top. “Not yet.” His voice shaking as if it took everything he had to restrain himself. “Not till I'm inside of you and all you know anymore is how good I make you feel.”
Fuuuuuuck.
He grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He nipped at the inside of your thighs. Sliding down till he was laying flat in his stomach.
“What do you want first?” He practically purred into your leg. “My fingers or mo-”
“Mouth. Please .”
Legend chuckled ever so softly. “Been thinking about this as long as I have? Well since you asked so nicely.”
He nudged his face towards your core. His tongue darted out to lick a long stroke up your folds.
“Hylia~” your hand flew to your mouth, muffling your cry.
“Shhhh, we don't wanna wake the others now do we?” Another lick and you had to bite down on your hand to keep from shouting.
His mouth closed around your clit, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue flicked against it.
“Fuck your so wet” his tongue prodding at your entrance. “You taste better than I've ever dreamed.”
“And just how often is that?” You tried to tease. Breath hitching as his mouth hummed against you in a mumbled reply. Your hand found his hair, pushing it back away from his eyes as he ate you out.
The pad of his thumb pressed against your clit and another loud moan was torn from you as his mouth was replaced by his fingers. The coolness of the few rings still on his fingers adding to the already intense sensation as one slipped its way inside of you.
“Link! Fuck”
“Goddess I love hearing you say that.” His voice just as breathy and labored as yours. The pace of his finger quickened, making you buck your hips. He flung an arm over your hips, pinning them down to the bed as he curled his fingers inside of you.
The coil in your gut tightened and you let out another moan. You reached for his arm that held your hips, digging your nails along the long scar on his forearm. At this rate you wouldn't last much longer.
“Fuck Link, I'm…I'm close”
“That's okay” he hummed, “Imma take care of you.”
Well that didn't seem fair. After all he had stopped you earlier hadn't he? “W-what happened…to ‘not yet’?
“Different” he slurred. Vibrating against you that nearly had you over the edge. But you were stubborn and you were gonna make him feel just as good if you had anything to say about.
“The hell it is.” Against every desire in your body, you raised your leg. Pressing your foot on his shoulder and as hard as you could, shoved him away. Your pleasure following along with him.
Legend shot onto his knees. Grabbing your ankles to roughly yank you back to him. His hands slammed down by your head as an almost feral growl came from his chest.
“Try that again, and I'll make you scream so loud they'll hear you in the traveler's era.”
Damn.
“Mmmm, tempting.” You teased, reaching up to trace a line down his chest, all the way to the base of his dick. Red and needy as it pressed against your thigh.
Legend rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Ready?” you nodded as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing his cock inside.
You both swore, letting you adjust to him before he slid out and slammed back into you. A hand clamping down over your mouth to muffle your shout. He did it again, and again, and again. Pistoning into you at an unforgivable rate.
His mouth replaced the hand over your mouth. Swallowing your moans that were flying from your mouth as he moved. Your arms clung to him, nails scratching down his back that make him melt into you.
“You're so damn perfect” he whispered into your mouth. The coil in your gut returning as he continued to whisper sweet praises into your mouth.
“Link~”
“Let go, I’ve got you.”
You came, the high of it rolling through at his words. Squirming beneath him as he chased his own release which came shortly after.
You both stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths as you collected your thoughts.
“Got any other confessions that need expressing in the middle of the night?”
Legend laughed, rolling off to lay down beside you. He opened his arms to you, a silent offer that he prayed you'd take. You smiled, curling into his side to rest your head on his shoulder.
Legend wrapped an arm around you. Holding you close as he grabbed a blanket, throwing it over the two of you.
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Legend never ended up falling asleep.
By the time the sun shines through his window, he was just as awake as he was when he first tried to call it a night.
Not that he was going to complain.
He looked down to where you were still resting on top of him. Your face nuzzled into his neck, legs loosely tangled with his as you peacefully slept on. He rested his head on top of yours, letting his fingers lazily trace patterns on your exposed back.
He felt your fingers twitch, wiggling on his chest before the rest of your body slowly stretched. Testing it's ability to move as you came back to consciousness with a quiet groan.
You lifted your head from its place on his chest. Your eyes scanning your surroundings in slight confusion before they met his.
“Morning” he whispered as your head fell back down with a small smile. Your arms moving to wrap around his waist as you snuggled back into him.
“Mmmmm no.”
“No?”
“No. More sleep”
Legend chuckled, pulling you closer as you tried to bury yourself into his shoulder. He brushed some hair out of your face, turning to kiss your forehead. You looked up to him in response, leaning up to kiss him.
The door slams open and Legend jumped so hard he accidentally rolled the two of you right off the bed. Landing on top of where you were now on his wood floor.
“Mr Hero, I've been thinking about our conversation yesterday” Legend shot up to look over the bed to where Ravio was now standing in his doorway.
“Rav get out!!”
“i came up with a few ideas of how to help you and I want to get your thoughts on the matter.“
“Ravio! Get out of my room!” Legend scrambled to snatch his shorts from the floor as Ravio strolled inside.
“You need to tell her Mr Hero! (Y/N) Deserves to know!”
“Tell me what!?” You sat up just enough so your head popped over the bed. Blanket pulled up to your chin.
Ravio stood there, mouth hanging open. Legend took the chance to shove Ravio out of the room, slamming his door shut with a huff.
You got up, wrapping the blanket around you like a towel and sat back on the bed.
“Uhh, what was that about?”
“Don't. As-”
*Knock knock* “Vet you up?” Hyrule's voice calls from just beyond the door. Legend groans, pulling the door open only a crack.
“What?”
“Do you know where (Y/N) is? We woke up and she wasn't there. Skys kinda freaked out since he swears she was there when we went to bed.”
You quietly shuffled over, standing just behind the door. Suppressing your laughter at the way Legends brow twitched.
“Why would I know? I'm sure she just went for a walk or something.” You teasingly brush your hand up his arm hidden behind the door. Holding a hand to your mouth as his jaw tightened.
Hyrule eyes him curiously, but whatever he was thinking he didn't voice. Simply nodding and made his way back towards the stairs.
“Well she better come back soon otherwise they might send Wolfie to go track her down.”
Legend shut the door and you burst out into a fit of giggles. Legend grabbed your waist pulling you to him. “You are already so much trouble, did you know that?”
You smiled, taking his face in your hands as you leaned up and kissed him. “Don't worry, I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow.”
i saw your tag that tp link was your first link and could i maybe request some spicy content with him? Maybe he's in the woods with her and they end up banging in Faron Woods but have to keep hidden cuz either monsters or maybe others have gone looking for them cuz "man they've been gone a long time. i hope they're okay!"
FJKDL YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN UGH. I LOVE TWILIGHT PRINCESS. It was my first Zelda game that I actually got to play. I did play OOT as a kid, but ngl, i was too young to get how to play it so I'll always say TP was my first and MY GOD. FARM BOY GOT ME QuAKING
BUT SPECIFICALLY WHERE THEY ARE AT: You know that spot in Faron Woods that has a hidden chest that you can only get when you light the torches with the lantern? The one with like 2-3 keese at the ceiling? That's the spot their at, minus Keese.
"Link! Y/N!" They could hear Rusl's voice as Y/N gasped and clenched tightly around him.
Link bit his lip, keeping her hidden under him as he rocked his hips slowly, willing for the man to ignore their hideaway.
It was one of the few chances Y/N and Link had to get away from the village and just be together. She was under him, hands over her mouth as her flushed face looked up at him worriedly.
He kissed her forehead, pressing deeper. He couldn't help but smirk as her eyes rolled back and a soft whimper escaped her.
Their little hideaway was guarded by a moss curtain that kept the little cave cool and unsees as he watched Rusl walk right by with a lantern.
He would apologize for scaring him later, seeing as they might've been gone too long. It's not his fault one round just wasn't enough for either of them. It's not his fault his girlfriend had her legs wrapped tight around his waist, stopping him from pulling away in order to at least hide her naked body with the blanket he brought.
It's not his fault she loved milking him of every drop.
he was just grateful when his voice faded, aiming for the huge tree deeper within. Especially when Y/N rocked her hips needily again, provoking him to thrust hard into her.
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!!, cockwarming, p in v obviously, cowgirl, allusion to hickies, not proofread!
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm so down bad for this mfking wolf god-
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 571
⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆
The night was especially quiet, shiny fireflies fluttering quietly their little wings, contrary to the squacking sound cuckoos made into the night breeze. You knew how much Link loved nights like this, quiet and calm ones.
Well, It would've been a pleasant night if your guts were nestling nicely inside of you instead on being absolutely demolished by your boyfriend.
Your thighs were already numb on top of him, covered in a mixture of his saliva and your own sweat, creating a glistening glow on your skin.
"Stay still"
His husky voice took you out of your trance, you then felt his hands gripping hardly your thighs, as if he didn't want you to move.
What?
This was the first time he behaved like this with you, he didn't even prep you before sliding himself inside. And now he didn't want you to move?
Maybe it was because you told him how cold you were, the night breeze leaking through your window and into your shared bedroom, enough to make you shiver under the mattress.
You stayed silent with your bare arms wrapped around him, your body pressing against his warmer one. You hid your face on his neck, trying to surpress your evident hornyness on top of him.
You knew he was one squeeze away from going mad bellow you, trying to control his hunger for you by gripping your legs. He was hard and he ached for you, his ragged breathing coming out of his hot mouth.
Your whines and quiet pleasured sounds almost made him grab your waist and flip you over so you could scream properly. But he didn't, the rancher wanted to enjoy your warm walls around him, to memorize them when he only had his fist to remember.
"Please"
Link's ears perked up at your needy whisper, breath fanning his neck before you squeezed him hardly, making him groan out.
"Don't do that darlin' "
He warned you, pulling you off his neck and watching as a string of saliva united his jugular and your mouth. He throbbed at the sight, red and plump lips matched with your so lovely eyes, now hooded with desire and want.
His hips twitched, his mind flooded with you, images of you squirming as he rammed himself into you, scratching his back as the animal he was, how good you'd look moaning and gagging his name.
You moaned at the sudden movement, gripping his shoulders tighter as you whined a quiet "Link..."
"I know, I know... Just a bit more"
He tried to reassure you, whispering how good you were for him, letting him feel you up as you sat there obediently.
"I'll fuck you so good after this princess"
The nickname did it for you, it always did. Your thighs clenched around his waist, head falling against his shoulder as you tried to control yourself. It just felt so good.
But you muttering out his name in such a sensual way also did it for him, trailing his hands higher until they met your waist he finally rolled your hips on top of his. You both sighed out in harmony, the pleasure increasing thanks to the fact that you both were being slightly overstimulated by this.
His teeth found the junction of your shoulder and your neck, speeding up his movements needily.
Hello! Can you do Link with a vocalist that's in the Stable Trotters, NSFW or not but preferably lol, thank you💕
AAAAA NO. LISTEN. THAT WAS MY FAVORITE QUEST. PLEASE. I ACTUALLY AM MAKING AN OC BASED ON THIS CONCEPT BY WHICH I MEAN WHEN YOU SENT THIS I HAD BEEN WORKING ON IDEAS FOR ONE. ARE YOU ME?!?!?!?
Triggers for the snoosnoo ;)
His eyes were brimming with adoration at the songs she sang alongside her friends. He smirked when her cheeks flushed when she caught sight of him in the crowd at the stable.
He knew what she was thinking about. She was thinking about the night they met while he went on his mission to help find the members of the band.
When they met, she had been swimming in the pond...naked. His eyes simply went over her body as he kept hidden, watching her stretch and sing happily as birds fluttered near her little camp where her clothing was.
One bird had found him and they chased him out of the bush. She smirked at him. "It's not nice to spy on a bathing girl. You're handsome enough to get away with it though. Want to join?"
Her legs had snapped tight around him when he found that sweet spot inside her, angling his hips perfectly to make her sing his name in pleasure.
Y/N moaned and clawed at his back, practically milking him until he was spilling into her.
It didn't stop after that though. She rocked her hips and suddenly he was pumping into her more vehemently, despite having just climaxed.
He had her on her stomach in her tent, holding her down as she grunted his name, rocking herself back against him as she begged for more.
"Stable Trotters, huh?" She hummed as they had finally rested. "I wouldn't be against going back...if you show up to some shows and do that again," She joked.
How her body flushed when she met his eyes, already fidgeting from excitement.
Beetz teased her for it later, saying it was adorable how fidgety she got when her boyfriend arrived.
"He's not my boyfriend," Y/N corrected with a smirk. "He's just good at what he does."
