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portraitofalinkonfyre · 3 months ago

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Some Bunny Loves You!

Pairing: Legend x Reader

Warning(s): Completely shameless smut. You're welcome.

Notes: Written for the amazing @h4wari, I SEE YOU BESTIE!!

Masterlist

If there was one thing you loved about traveling with a bunch of heroes on a quest to save Hyrule, it was that you were never alone. Having lived quietly for most of your life, their rambunctious presence was nothing short of a godsend, even if it meant you had to walk over ten miles daily and occasionally suffer at the hands of Hyrule's "delicious" cooking.

The forest was unusually alive–the chirping birds and rustling leaves creating a symphony that weaved through the trees with unusual grace–as you trudged down the worn path, heading for the river Sky had offhandedly mentioned over last night's salmon risotto. It had been a bit since you'd treated yourself to a proper bath, and you were determined to make the most of the rare time off.

You followed the path as it veered left, adjusting your heavy pack over your shoulders, already imagine how good the water would feel–once you got over the chill, of course. A glance over your shoulder confirmed that you were indeed alone, not that you expected anyone to follow you when you announced your intention to bathe. Legend had even walked in the opposite direction of the river in a supposed quest to gather berries for Wild's next cooking creation, which was honestly amazing of him.

Rustle.

You stilled as a quiet rustling noise came from a large shrub on the outskirts of the path, instinctively reaching for the dagger Legend had gifted you a few months ago. "Who's there?" you called out, giving whatever was out there a chance to come out before shit got nasty. "If you don't come out, I'm going to–"

Rustle.

You advanced on the bush, the gleaming blade clenched tightly in your fist... until the bush shook thickly and a pink blur shot from the bottom of it. You yelped, gingerly sidestepping the blur as it shot straight for your feet, revealing a... was that a rabbit?

You immediately dropped to a squat, sheathing your dagger as you studied the creature. It was on the larger size, fur pinker than the horizon at dawn, wearing what appeared to be a little red vest.

"Oh my Hylia," you breathed, unable to comprehend the cuteness before you. You took a deep breath, plopped down on the ground, and squealed: "You are so cute!!"

The rabbit's ears twitched adorably as it turned to face you fully. You reached a hand out, moving torturously slow until your fingers brushed the sinfully soft fur at the top of its head. It was a full-on battle to keep your squee!!! of joy to a reasonable level for the sake of not scaring away the creature, but you somehow managed, lip trembling from the sheer amount of effort you were employing to contain yourself. "Where did you come from, handsome?" you cooed, because that vest was nothing short of dapper, fingers trailing to rub tenderly at the rabbit's soft ears. "It's a good thing I found you, Hylia forbid you run into Wolfie."

The rabbit hopped closer when you added the very tips of your nails to the scratching process, and your heart damn near melted at the sight. "I could just hug you right now," you scratched harder, earning yourself a small thump from one of the rabbit's hind legs. Your hand swept down to caress the bunny's back, and it was then that you noticed the brownish tone of the fur around his rump and legs.

"You're all dirty," you mumbled slowly, running your finger through the slightly clumped fur. It was a shame, really, because you couldn't recall ever seeing such an astounding creature.

Wait...

"That's it!" You cried, hands cupping under the rabbit's chest and butt before you hoisted it up against your chest. The creature squirmed, legs kicking gently against your ribcage, and you rubbed its back softly. "It's okay, sweetie, we're just going to take a bath together and get all clean, alright?"

The bunny wiggled more, but you held it steady, continuing down the path to the river.

Legend knew he was in deep shit.

He hadn't even meant to follow you, having stayed true to his goal of gathering berries for Wild... until he caught sight of your swaying form walking along the trees, and something deep inside his chest demanded he follow you. The woods could be dangerous, so it couldn't hurt to have an extra layer of protection, especially when you were in such a... vulnerable position, he convinced himself, allowing the transformation into a rabbit to wash over him like water.

With swift hops, he followed you through the undergrowth, carefully avoiding anything that would alert you of his presence. You didn't know about his ability, but the others did, and he'd rather not have to explain anything to anyone. Legend wasn't embarrassed to admit that his gaze lingered on the subtle curve of your ass through those leggings of yours for far longer than appropriate, mostly because he knew no one was around to hear it.

Rustle.

Legend cringed as his hind leg brushed the shrub he was hiding under, and full-blown terror engulfed him when your head snapped in the direction, hand already reaching for the dagger he gifted you a while back under the guise of protecting you. In truth, he really liked seeing you in the fruits of his labor, but since nothing between you was even remotely past friendly, he had to be sneakier than piling protection rings on your fingers like he wanted.

The ground crunched beneath your boots as you took a cautious step further, expression grin. Legend tried to scurry deeper into the thick leaves, praying that you hadn't seen him, and brushed the shrub again in his haste, sending a resonating rustle through his temporary residence.

"Who's there?" your voice, typically filled with mirth, called dangerously, and he knew he had to act fast. There was no way he could transform like this--then he would really be done for. "If you don't come out, I'm going to–"

As the bush rustled one final time, Legend made his choice. His hind legs, tucked under him like two loaded springs, pushed him forward faster than the wind. Your yelp resonated in his ears and you jumped to the side to avoid the undoubtedly pink blur shooting out from the shrub. He landed on the ground a few feet from your form, turning his head just in time to catch the moment your expression changed from shocked to disbelieving to absolutely awestruck.

"Oh my Hylia," you said, and he wanted nothing more than shoot away, but that was far too incriminating, especially since he was positive you would tell the others about your encounter with a fucking pink rabbit. "You are so cute!"

Cute...? You thought he was cute? Legend had to remind himself that you thought you were speaking to just an animal, because the notion that you were speaking those words to him was far too poignant to consider if he wanted to remain sane. Legend had always liked you, perhaps a bit more than he should have, which is why he remained still when your hand reached out slowly, obviously not wanting to scare him, and allowed the tips of your fingers to graze his head.

You cooed some more, and, this time, he was embarrassed to admit the very noticeable swell of heat in his chest. "Where did you come from, handsome?" Legend just knew you were looking at the vest, unable to find a rebuttal to that particular statement; it was pretty neat, he had to admit. "It's a good thing I found you, Hylia forbid you run into Wolfie."

Right. Twilight. Legend cringed at the mention of the hero who had gotten him into this mess in the first place, but his annoyance was quickly rectified when your fingers stroked down the length of his ears, sending tremors of... well, pleasure, sliding down his spine. Hylia, was he even supposed to be feeling this good? "I could just hug you right now," you stated, hand sweeping down to caress his back, and Legend was the first to notice when the adorable look in your eyes morphed into concern. Every nerve in his body bristled at the mere notion of upsetting you, you, and the urge to shift right then and there nearly consumed him. "You're all dirty..."

He was? Legend shot a glance at his backside, cringing when he noticed the massive splotch of mud right above his rump. It must have happened while he was under than bramble bush earlier, having been too preoccupied with watching over you to mind his own appearance.

Legend nearly yelped when your hands cupped his body, lifting him in the air before he could curse Hylia for putting him in such a predicament, all the while you crowed "That's it!" while moving him to rest directly on your chest. Directly. "It's okay, sweetie, we're just going to take a bath together and get all clean, alright?"

You... you were going to what? Legend could hardly think as his hind legs kicked gently against your ribcage in a last-ditch effort to free himself, but your grip held true, keeping him exactly where you wanted him. His paws rested on your collarbone, dully registering the warmth flowing from your skin, but he had far more pressing matters to worry about. For one, you were heading to take a bath, and he was positive one didn't bathe with their clothes on, which meant...

"Hey, it's okay," your hand smoothed down his back as he began to struggle anew. This wasn't what he had in mind when he decided to watch over you, and the wrongness of the situation twisted his soul like a wet rag. For Hylia's sake, he wasn't a pervert!

Yet you walked on, blissfully unaware of the complete and total turmoil raging within him. He was going to hell for this, Legend was sure, if the others' teasing didn't send him there first.

After a few minutes, you made a noise of satisfaction, stepping into the clearing, where a medium-sized river resided. The water looked gentle enough, but he was more preoccupied when you abruptly dropped your pack, kneeling down to set him on the soft grass. "You stay here, okay?" Your smile was softer than silk and brighter than the master sword... and Legend found himself unable to move; as if his small body had simply stopped working, even when your hands pulled your tunic from your body, revealing miles and miles of smooth skin for his perusal. If rabbits could blush, his face would have been redder than a strawberry.

Legend's heart nearly stopped beating as your hands deftly untied the cloth binding your breasts, sighing softly when they were released. Everything felt hot, too hot, when you slid your leggings and undergarments down in one fell swoop, kicking them to the side as you advanced on him with a grin sweeter than honey.

"Hey, bunny, ready to get clean?"

Fuck, was Legend's only thought as he was hauled against your chest once more, breathing deepening when the hard nub of your nipple poked his fluffy stomach. Your hands pulled off his vest, tossing it atop your pack.

You carried him to the shallows, where you sat down cross-legged in the sun-warmed water, gently placing him in the space between your glorious thighs. Legend's paws scrambled against the smooth skin of your thighs as he attempted to climb away, but your hand grabbed the scruff of his neck with an iron grip, tenderly pulling him back down, and he realized escape was no longer an option. "You're too pretty to get dirty," you mused softly, dousing his back with a cupped handful of water, working those nimble fingers into the tangled fur. It felt good–really good, if he was being honest–but that wasn't the point.

You were naked. He was naked. In a river. Alone.

It was a recipe for trouble, and Legend was afraid of what he would do if he turned, of what he would do to your prone, willing form. His hands ached to smooth over your skin, drawing countless whimpers from those pretty lips of yours, until you couldn't take it any longer, eventually dipping down to the treasure between your legs. He imagined bringing you to climax over and over again on his fingers alone, then, while you were most sensitive, bending down to sample that delectable cunt, only giving you his cock when you begged him with pleasured tears gathering in your fluttering lashline–

No! Legend surged forward and bumped his head on your calf. You made a noise of concern, hands immediately reaching to comfort him. "Oh, baby, did I scare you?"

Fuck yeah, you scared him, not with how big or strong you were (though you were unadulteratingly both), but of the sheer amount of power you held over him. You could ask him to jump, and after sneering at you for a few minutes (he had a reputation to protect, after all), all he could ask was 'how high'? You could take anything you wanted from his collection, and he would let you–though not without some grumbles to save face–and your smile could literally bring him to his knees.

Legend was completely head-over-heels for you... and it scared him, the man who thought he would never love again after Koholint. He had fallen for your smile, your kindness, even the way you hummed to yourself when you thought no one was listening. He wanted to wake up to your sleepy kisses in the morning and fall asleep to your gentle breaths in the evening.

There was so much he wanted to do with you... and it felt as though this one moment was bringing everything he had ever planned crashing down. He had it all planned out: a sunset picnic of his and your favorite foods, nestled far away from the prying eyes of the others, so he could finally kiss you if you allowed him to.

But now... now it was ruined. He had ruined it by being so goddamn nosey, and the mere thought of you discovering his secret sent uncomfortable shivers down his spine. At least he could enjoy the feeling of your nails scraping all the grime from his fur, Legend thought glumly, resigning himself to his fate--

"Fuck!"

The word slipped from him like a knife through butter when your nail graced his lower rump, and Legend could have died right there, having completely forgotten he was still capable of speech in this form. Your motions immediately halted, and he could feel your eyes burning into his back... until you lifted him by the scruff and they burned into his enflamed face instead.

Your voice was low, with an undercurrent of complete disbelief, as you brought him closer.

"Did you just speak?"

Legend's soul withered.

You were completely and utter lost for words when a sudden expletive cut through the still air, coming directly from the pink rabbit in your very bare, very naked lap. You felt as though you had finally gone mad when you lifted the creature by its scruff, eyes practically staring holes through its poor chest.

Not that you were particularly concerned with fictional harm, because you knew you had good hearing and were positive that the muffled "fuck" you heard wasn't a figment of your imagination. The voice was too deep, too... unfamiliar to be your own, yet there was something about the tone that had you wondering if you had heard it before.

"Did you just speak?" You whispered, expression completely serious, and the rabbit seemed to shrink under your gaze... as if it understood you in a fundamentally different way. For an animal, at least.

Silence.

"I said," your hand began to tremble from holding the bunny up for so long, so you set him in your lap, never once breaking eye contact. To your surprise, the creature seemed to shrink even more, practically cowering against the inside of your crossed legs. "Did you just speak?"

Still nothing, so you let out a heavy sigh and stood up, casting a shadow over the trembling rabbit. Okay, now you felt a bit bad; you were confused--and frankly a bit terrified--but that didn't give you any right to be a jerk about it. Forcing your expression to shift into something vaguely neutral, you turned on your heel, walking towards your discarded clothes. You hadn't gotten that wet, so it would be easier to dress, but the thought of your ruined bath was a painful one. Hylia, what did you have to do around here to get five minutes of normality?

There was a splashing sound, followed by a soft grunt, and a very Hylian-shaped hand wrapped around your wrist. You shrieked, spinning around to face none other than a buck-naked Legend.

"Legend?" Was the first word to leave your slack-jawed mouth, followed by a very appropriate: "what the fuck?!" when you noticed his nakedness.

Legend's face was flushed beyond belief--fuck, he was red down to the shoulders--and he held his hands out defensively, tone weak and stuttering, all traces of his usual sarcasm gone. "I'm so sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were safe, but you started undressing and I–"

"Slow down," you commanded, surprising even yourself. "Why were you spying on me?"

"I wasn't spying–!" You glared at him and he immediately backed off. "I mean– it's dangerous in the forest and..."

"...And?" You prompted, beginning to blush yourself as you became more aware of your lack of clothes. Dear Hylia, he had seen everything!

"I wanted to protect you!" Legend blurted, his sincerity palpable, but it did nothing to quell your annoyance.

"Then why didn't you, I don't know–" you pinched your temples. "–tell me first?!"

"You would have told me no!" Legend said, expression falling when the wrongness of that particular sentence caught up to him. "Hylia, kill me now," he groaned.

You folded your arms under your chest; he had seen everything already, so why bother hiding it? "Then who would protect me?" you asked in a snarky tone of voice. "Make up your mind, Legend."

"I–... what?"

"Do you want to protect me or not?" You could hardly believe you were saying this, but the words just kept coming. You took a step forward, and he stiffened. "Or are you really just a peeping tom?"

It was almost satisfying how quickly he bristled. Almost. "I'm no such thing–"

"Then prove it," you said as you brushed past him, heading for the water. You'd be damned if you let him ruin your bath time, no matter how annoyingly hot he was.

You didn't bother waiting for a response, entering the water with a soft sigh. It was blissfully cool against your blazing skin, and the first thing you did was submerge your entire body with a loud splash, stretching your arms out to let the water wash over every part of you–

Until there was another splash and you were manhandled out of the water by your shoulders. You yelped in outrage as Legend hoisted you up, muscles flexing deliciously as he held you firmly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" you screeched at him, annoyed beyond belief.

"Protecting you," his expression was a mix of stony determination and, well, you didn't want to even think about the other emotion you saw shining in his violet eyes. "Or does that make me a peeping tom too?"

That little shit!

"Let me go," you ordered lowly, and he did so, making sure you were balanced before releasing you fully, the water reaching just under your breasts. "Hylia, you are a piece of work."

Legend blinked, the remnants of his earlier blush still clinging to his sharp cheeks, and you refused to acknowledge how you knew they were sharp in the first place. "I am?"

You crossed your arms beneath your chest once more, pushing your boobs up, and his gaze fucking snapped down to ogle you for a split second before returning to your face.

"Did you just check me out?" you gasped, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Legend's cheeks pinked some more, but he made no move to affirm or deny your accusation, choosing to wade back to the shallows, staring guard with his back to you, revealing a delicious ass for your perusal. You had no qualms staring after the stunt he had just pulled, and, Hylia, was it a fine ass. You doubted you had ever seen anyone with that much cake, no matter how lewd it was to acknowledge such an observation.

'You're staring," Legend's voice broke through the fog, and you snorted.

"Says the peeping tom."

Abruptly, Legend turned. Apprehension filled you as he stalked through the water, but you held firm, going so far as to meet him in the middle, the water pooling just above your belly button. "I'm trying to bathe, hero."

"And I'm trying to protect you, citizen."

...Well, he had you there. Unfortunately for him, you refused to acknowledge it after the madness he had just pulled. "With what weapons? Or are you going to use bunny kicks to fight off the fish?"

Legend's eye twitched, expression darkening, but you didn't care. "Maybe I'd be able to do my job better if you weren't so intent on distracting me," he ground out, and it had you feeling all sorts of ways.

"Oh yeah?" you reached over to poke him in the chest. "I thought you'd be over it after, I don't know, peeping on me."

"That's not true and you know it," his tone sounded exactly how you felt; irritated out of your mind. Good.

He was getting closer... and you found yourself too annoyed to care. "Fuck you, Legend; I don't need your protection more than you need a reality check."

For a moment, he was silent, simply studying you with those mesmerizing eyes of his, and you felt fully prepared for anything he could throw your way.

"You're right."

...Except for that, apparently.

"Excuse me?" You blurted.

"You heard me," Legend mirrored your pose, crossing his arms across his... incredibly toned chest. "It's already hard enough protecting you from monsters, so adding myself to mix definitely complicates things."

Your brain dam-near short-circuited. Did he just...?

"You look surprised," Legend observed with what you could only describe as the most self-satisfied smirk that surpassed anything you'd seen in your life. "What, remlit got your tongue?"

Hylia, when had he gotten so close? You could practically feel his breath fanning over your chilled skin. "You're..." you trailed off, taking a step backward in an attempt to put some space between the two of you, but Legend's smirk only grew as he followed you. "You're insane."

"Maybe," he said, and you were finally forced to acknowledge the second emotion in his eye: lust. You couldn't say you were surprised, considering the current situation, but it was still jarring to see him so... arrogantly confident instead of his usual snarkily confident. "But you don't seem to have any complaints."

Was... was this really happening? Steeling your nerves, you reached to poke his chest again, snarling "you're delusional", but he caught your wrist in a surprisingly firm grip.

"So are you," he was even closer now, practically pressed against your chest. You could feel something hard nudge the inner edge of your thigh, and it took everything in you not to reach down and find out what it was for yourself.

"The fuck are you on about?" you said, internally cringing at the shakiness of your tone.

The twinkling in his eyes was nothing short of evil. "You really don't think I'm the only one enjoying this, do you?"

Your eye twitched, and you harshly yanked your wrist free, replanting it on his chest as a sort of barrier. "What are you on about now, asshole–"

You were cut off when Legend leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Your head jerked back, just as his arms began to slide around your back, lightly pinning you in place. "What in Hylia's gotten into you–"

"You," Legend cut you off, staring deep into your eyes with that dumb smirk on his face. "You've gotten into me."

It was official; he had finally gone nuts. "Have you gone crazy!?"

"Only for you," he responded, glancing down with a chuckle. You became distinctly aware the heady press of your boobs against his chest and used your free hand to smack him upside the head.

"You pervert!"

He raised a perfect eyebrow and you nearly combusted. "What does that make you, then?"

Fuck this, you had enough of his bullshit. Planting your hands on his chest, you gave a hearty shove, successfully dislodging his arms from you. "That's fucking it," you snarled, moving to the shore. "I hope you're happy, you little shit."

"(Y/n)," the use of your name stopped you in your tracks. With an annoyed expression, you spun around.

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

...Huh?

In all the months you'd known Legend, never before had you heard a sincere apology fall from his lips. It was enough to make your irritation ebb like the water you stood in, especially at the regretful look on his face.

"It's... it's fine," you ran a hand down your face with a sigh. "I just... we're always traveling and there's no time to relax. Ever. I get being alert and all, but it's been so crazy and I–"

"I understand," Legend cut you off, wading into the water until he was all but two feet from you. "It's hard to remember you're not on the same level as us... you hide it well."

Was... that a compliment? From Legend?

"I..." he seemed to hesitate, averting his eyes, and you waited patiently for whatever revelation he was about to bestow upon you. "I like you. A lot."

"Oh," you were helpless to stop the small smile forming on your face. "I like you, too, Legend."

"Don't play coy with me," he growled, stalking closer until only an inch of air separated your bare skin. Violet eyes burned holes in your own. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"Not a clue, so how about you tell me," you shot back.

There was a beat of silence. Legend's brows furrowed for a split second before his expression turned to nothing short of devious.

"I could show you."

You gulped at the look in his eyes; it was dangerous, so very dangerous, but you found yourself not giving a single fuck as you closed the gap between you, snarling three simple words right into his smug little face. "I dare you."

Legend was on you in a flash, arms wrapping around your body to pull you flush against his soaked form as he kissed you with such fervor that you nearly saw stars. His tongue prodded gently at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to allow him access with a shaky sigh. You shivered when his tongue slid into your mouth, running over every surface you had to offer, and you moaned lowly at the taste of him; warm and somewhat spicy, like cinnamon with the tiniest twinge of Goron Spice.

It was intoxicating, and you were determined to return the favor. Legend groaned when you wrapped your arms around your neck, arching your back so your chest pressed firmly against his own, all the while slipping your own tongue into his mouth, mimicking his previous actions with rare gusto.

Legend's hands slid down to your hips, though he didn't dare go further, gripping your flesh with purpose when you separated, panting for breath.

"Well?" his voice was far breathier than before, and you resisted the urge to chuckle.

"I think I need a... longer demonstration," you responded slowly, making sure to bat your eyelashes at him. Legend's cheeks flushed a deeper read than a health potion, and you knew you had him hook, line, and sinker. "Unless...?"

"Oh no," he dipped forward to plant a kiss on the side of your neck, and you shivered, thighs clenching together. "No takebacks, (Y/n)."

"G-Good," you said as he peppered the skin of your neck with more open-mouthed kisses, sucking lightly enough to be felt, but not enough to leave marks, no matter how desperately he wanted to brand you as his.

You barely held back a whimper when Legend's tongue slowly glided over your pulse point, eyes trained on your face to watch your reactions. You bit your lip when he lightly grazed the spot with his teeth, a small whine escaping your pursed lips, and he perked up, repeating the action until you relented; a broken moan filling the air between you.

Something hard prodded your thigh, and you just knew it was his cock. Your hand drifted down to wrap gently around his length, slowly stroking him from base to tip beneath the water, and Legend's motions faltered as a groan tore itself from his throat. "(Y/n)..."

You smirked, tightening your hand ever-so-slightly. "Feels good, hero?"

"Keep going," he mumbled into your neck, and you obliged, unoccupied hand tangling in his hair as you pumped his cock faster. "Please, (Y/n)–"

That was new. You hadn't expected him to beg, and you certainly hadn't expected yourself to like it, but here you were. His hands dug harder into the flesh of your hips, likely enough to bruise, but you couldn't care less; it wasn't like anyone but you and him were going to see them.

"Look at me," the words surprised even you, but he snapped his gaze to you and it all became worth it. The sigh alone was enough to make the building anticipation in your gut roll desperately, core clenching around nothing. In true you fashion, you rewarded him with a swift squeeze of your fist, drawing a loud groan from his lips. "That's it, hero."

"Nngh..." Legend's eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face in your neck, breaths turning ragged as you increased the pace. His hips began to rock against your hand, and you let it happen, holding him as best you could. It was a sight to behold--the typically sassy veteran practically reduced to putty beneath your fingers.

"Are you close?" you whispered in his ear, gently taking the outer edge in your teeth.

"Y-Yeah," he said, as if you didn't already know.

"Good," you pumped harder, and he made a noise of surprise.

"W-Wait–... you haven't–"

You cut him off with a single heavy swipe over the head of his cock. Legend shuddered, grasping at you tightly, and you nipped the earlobe in your mouth. "It's fine, you can pay me back later."

"But–"

"Just let go, hero," you tilted his head up by his hair and kissed him like you would die if you didn't, only separating to whisper: "I've got you."

Legend came with a shout, cock throbbing harshly as you stroked him through his orgasm. The water felt sticky as his cum joined the flowing stream, but you didn't mind, especially not when he all but collapsed against you, just barely catching himself as to not topple the two of you.

"Hylia, I love you," he breathed, and you giggled, planting a kiss on his temple.

"I love you too."

Two glimmering violet eyes snapped to you, wide as saucers. "You.."

"–love you, too," you finished, wrapping an arm around his waist to guide him to shore. Legend collapsed on the grassy bank as soon as he reached it, and you settled beside him with a sigh. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just had the best orgasm of my life," he snarked, and you chuckled, turning on your side to sling an arm over his heaving chest, breasts pressed firmly to his left arm. "You do know it's your turn, right?"

You faked a yawn, nuzzling your boobs against his arm. "I dunno, there's no shame in being tired, hero."

There was silence, long enough that you truly thought he had tapped out, which was fine by you. You could have your fun later, hidden in a grove of trees like you usually did when those urges arose.

"...Is that a challenge?"

Or not.

You turned your head to find him staring at you with a mix of mischief and desire, twinkling darkly in those eyes of his. You shifted slightly as your pussy throbbed with need.

"Do you want it to be?"

Legend rolled atop you, drawing a surprised gasp from your throat. His cock, already half hard, rested against your thigh, a thick bead of pre sliding down the flushed tip. "Anything you say is a challenge," he leaned down to capture your lips once more, Your mouth had long since opened, allowing him to have his way with you, until his hips jerked suddenly, forcing the head of his cock to settle at the apex of your thighs.

"Nghh...."

"What was that?" Legend asked teasingly, grabbing your chin when you refused to respond. "Tell me what you want, (Y/n)."

"I want--" the words caught in your throat when he slid his cock up to bump your clit, spreading his pre over the aching bundle of nerves. "I want you, Legend!"

"Mhm," you could see his grin without having to open your eyes, another languid thrust of his hips parting the soaked lips of your cunt. "And what about me do you want?"

You gritted your teeth and glared up at him. "I want your cock, so shut up and give it to me."

A startled laugh left Legend at your admission, clearly having expected you to put up more of a fight. You growled, pushing at his chest, but he deftly captured your wrists, pinning them above your head. "No need to get violent, I'll give you what you want."

"Oh, I'll show you violent–" you were cut off when he slammed into you with a grunt, bottoming out in one fluid motion. Your back arched off the ground as you cried out, cunt fluttering around his length. Legend, however, gave you no time to adjust, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming into you again, starting a pace that had you seeing stars after only a few world-shattering thrusts.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing, as you struggled to meet him thrust for thrust, but Legend was having none of it, leaning down to lave his tongue up the quivering column of your neck, rendering you helpless to do anything but take what he gave you.

"L-Legend!"

"That's it," he groaned, releasing your hands to grab your hips. Your arms immediately flew up to wrap around his neck, pulling you chest-to-chest as every slam of his hips against your own had you screaming: "F-Faster, please–!"

"Don't have to tell me twice," he huffed into your neck, and your back nearly broke from the force of his next thrust. The coil in your abdomen grew tighter and tighter as he fucked you like a man starved, releasing your hips to fondle your breast. You moaned when Legend took a bouncing nipple in his mouth, carefully grazing his teeth against the pebbled nub, and screamed when he moved his free hand between you to rub enticing circles on your clit. "Are you close?"

"YeAH," you cried out at the onslaught of pleasure, writhing like a fish caught in a net. The hand on your breasts moved to press against your hips, holding them still while he pistoned inside you. "P-Please, Legend!"

"It's okay," he murmured, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to the corners of your mouth. "Cum for me, (Y/n)."

And, as if his words weren't enough, his clever fingers pressed down on the center of your clit, sending bolts of electricity shocking through you as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami. Your body spasmed under him, head thrown back while chased his own high, pounding desperately into your cunt like he would never get the chance again, only for him to absolutely slam home as scalding cum filled you.

With a heavy sigh of exertion, Legend slumped over you, head resting between your breasts as he panted for breath, arms wrapping tightly around your spent form.

"That was amazing," you breathed, allowing yourself to relax against the soft grass. One of your hands came up to card gently through his hair. "I love you."

"Love ya too," Legend mumbled into your boobs, and you laughed as his breath fanned over the sensitive flesh.

"You know," you grinned when he squinted suspiciously up at you. "You're a pretty good protector."

"...Are you trying to get me hard again?"

You snorted. "Hell no, but you know what there is time for?"

Legend raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

"A bath."

You both laughed.

Hot damn, this was fun to write, hope y'all enjoyed!

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twilightaurora · 1 year ago

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bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?

pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)

warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)

word count: 6.4k

a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does.

The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight.

In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.

“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward.

A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.

“You alright there, darl’?”

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable.

His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod.

“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”

Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded.

“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare.

Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor.

“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”

“We’re good!”

The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips.

“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”

A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint.

“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know.

“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.”

Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand.

“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?”

“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.”

Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words.

“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?”

Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to.

“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.”

Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute.

“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes.

“Just checking, is all.”

You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun.

“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.”

The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine.

A moment later, your name is called.

Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer.

“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”

You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything.

“What’s up, Sage?”

The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow.

However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too.

There’s no paint decorating his skin.

The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden.

When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you.

A paintbrush.

“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.”

You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand.

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.”

Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer.

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?”

The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.

Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to…

Oh.

Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs.

“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?”

Goddesses, this man is too much for you.

You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them.

Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth.

Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny.

“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?”

You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush.

“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.”

You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you.

With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk.

“This what you wanted, Sage?”

“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”

You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin.

Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes.

You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons…

Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job.

When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips.

“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?”

Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs.

It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working.

By the Three, is it working...

Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.”

You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything.

When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you.

“Hnng…”

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds.

You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt.

Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him.

Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses.

“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead.

“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.”

You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again.

Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly.

“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”

“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again?

He wants to find out.

Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock.

Fuck, it’s so hot.

“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.”

You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends. The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations.

As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back.

“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?”

You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention.

With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers.

You grin.

When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores.

“Now my hips.”

You swallow thickly.

Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea.

“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch.

Perfect.

“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?”

Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands.

“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.”

When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises.

Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side.

“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.”

When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back.

Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.

Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves.

“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.”

You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms.

His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin.

“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?”

You nod, a matching smile on your lips.

“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.”

He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine.

Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed.

Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again.

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly.

Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer.

“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.”

You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well.

“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?”

You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?”

Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him.

“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.”

Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand.

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command.

“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?”

You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most.

Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones.

It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips.

“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.”

You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties.

Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish.

So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs.

Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow.

“Hah… fuck.”

With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips.

“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath.

When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin.

The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit�� finally kicking in.

Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.”

But you’re not stupid.

You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look.

“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?”

You nod before he even finishes his words.

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises.

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color.

Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was.

The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them.

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.”

Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks.

“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk.

Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound.

“Mmm…ah”

When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands.

“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer.

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes.

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.”

Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again.

Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention.

“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.”

Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants.

“Link…”

Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth.

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.”

Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound. Link smirks.

“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?”

Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now.

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper.

Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips.

“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”

When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.

“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it?

Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look.

“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming.

Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print.

“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach.

“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?”

You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes.

Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing.

“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs.

“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin.

Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin.

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs.

“Sorry, Vet.”

Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule.

Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression.

Oh no – you know that look.

“Wild…” you murmur carefully.

The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.

“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”

bonus:

sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff

reader, emerging from behind sage: i'm stuff! :D

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miharuki · 9 months ago

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I'm going to create a master list just for this series, to be more organized.

Again remembering, my English is not perfect, so sorry for any mistakes

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔(𝖎𝖓𝖊) 𝔈𝔭.02

"(Name), are you there?" - Waking up suddenly, you recognize the voice in your head. You look at the boys sleeping in the camp, realizing the situation you're still in. You look down at your lap, sighing for not being at home. The voice of your young highness in your head seems to fade, although it's not strange, it's a bit unusual for your highness to speak to you like that. You hope to be able to return home; until then, you need to try to find a way.

Even though several days had passed, the group was clearly noticing that you didn't want to be there, perhaps feeling uncomfortable with the fact that everyone was male. That's what Sky presumed and got everyone to agree upon.

"They hardly even talk," Hyrule said as he looked into the fire. At that moment, you had gone out to see if there were any monsters around the camp. With that, everyone could now talk about you without fear of disturbing you.

"Well, we're practically strangers to them, what do you expect?" Legend said as he looked at the group, making everyone ponder.

"Well, we know she comes from a Hyrule, that's clear from what we can see. Moreover, when we asked that question, they didn't deny coming from a Hyrule," Sky said as everyone agreed.

"We also can't forget about her clothes. Despite being different, it's practically the same as a Hyrule's," Warrior continues, making the group agree. Your clothes were totally different from theirs, but the fact that they were different yet similar made them think you could be some kind of fan, if not for the two sword sheaths at your waist.

"They also carry swords like us, but when I tried to get a better look, they were covered, and I couldn't see if it's really a sword," Wind completes Warrior, recounting the time when you and he were alone.

Time seems to ponder the situation. Your behavior was closed off in the first few days, he still remembers how he met you. You were standing with your foot on the head of a decapitated monster, your gaze seemed empty, and there were two more decapitated around, but there was no sign of any tool or weapon you could have used. You probably put it away as soon as you finished, since one of your hands was holding your sword sheath while the other seemed to be holding something hanging from your waist. Whatever it was, your hand was slightly red, as was your face, which only had a blood stain. Time remembers this perfectly.

When he introduced himself and the others and where they came from, he noticed that you were hesitant about them. When they asked about you, they only gave your name and that you came from a Hyrule, just that, nothing more, almost as if you didn't trust them, which makes sense, and Time understands perfectly. He was the oldest there. "Let's leave them alone for now. Let's not forget that we acted the same way when we first met. Eventually, they'll open up. Until then, it's better not to push too hard," Time said, sighing as he looked at the group, who were sweating profusely.

"Well, let's put that aside-" Sky's speech seems to be interrupted when he hears something approaching. Turning his head, everyone in the group looks to see you dragging what appears to be a dead deer with just one hand, while the other holds a cloth bag stained with black and red blood. Once again, there is a bloodstain on your face as well as your hands stained red, but that's it; the rest is clean. The only sounds coming from you are the noises of the deer being dragged; it seems that your feet don't even make any sound, just like you don't emit any sound.

You drag the deer until you're close to the spot where Wild usually uses the fire to cook. Wild, who was sitting on a log, looks shocked at the sight. He observes as you drop the cloth bag next to the deer, your blood-stained hands on each side of your body. You look at Wild, who quickly gets up as his gaze follows you. The group remains in total silence as they watch the tense situation unfold.

"I-I'll take care of the rest!" Wild stammers, almost tripping over his words. He sees you nod your head slightly in agreement before turning away and walking off.

Stopping on the path you came from, your eyes glance sideways at the group, each in their own corner. You turn back to face forward.

"There's no sign of any monsters. I'll check further around," you say, not waiting to hear the opinions of the others. Without a word, you disappear into the forest, blending into pure silence.

"What the hell was that?" Legend whispers quietly, looking shocked at what just happened. He looks back at Wild, who has cold sweat dripping from his face.

"At least we'll have dinner!" Warrior says, trying to brush off the tension, also sweating profusely. Wild nods as he crouches down to examine the dead deer.

"I think this is more than just dinner. I think… maybe even more than that," Wild says, already starting to take out his knife and carve the meat.

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phoenixcatch7 · 5 months ago

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Loz fandom stop being angsty and give the daydreaming kids on big fun adventures with a cool glowing sword some actual whimsy and joy challenge

#It's like the happy media equals angsty fandom and vice versa but like. Video game series about the dreams and adventures of childhood with #A fandom full of angst and abandonment and depression and smut #It's why I don't really stay in the loz fandom long each time I circle back around #There's so much potential for good things and comfort and snuggly warmth and lightheartedness.#Like yeah messed up things happen in front of and to link but kids are resilient beasts and most importantly they fix it #He's literally wearing the Peter pan hat to invoke that sort of eternal wonder that's the DESIGN of the hat that's why it's so identifiable #Fanart captures it a lot. The gorgeous landscapes and quiet moments and dappled sunlight #But fics???? Oh lu fics are just full of miscommunication and resentment and sour interactions and pain and simmering anger #I prefer to read trusted authors because it's so wearing but the problem is you have to go out and find them lol #It's a very controversial belief of mine that every link enjoyed their adventure even if it was scary or sad and would not be averse to #Another. Oh the circumstances they might hate. But link has never been one to refuse the call #That's the POINT they stepped up when the adults couldn't it's their COURAGE that they'd be fastest to volunteer.#Unrelated but post game botk is adhd central you can do literally whatever you want and whatever pace and you just drift around getting #Distracted and teleporting all over and setting challenges and poking around every nook and cranny #Like botw I had over 300 koroks and 98% map completion. I maxed out hero's path twice over. Totk I've just been wandering around #Speed farming lynels like 17 different goals drifting from one to the other as I wish. Still missing the last 2 sage orbs NO idea where #There's like a million hinoxs now tf #loz #legend of zelda #lu #linked universe #ao3

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neverchecking · 1 year ago

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Camboy! Hyrule

NSFW So...idk take that as you will.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who never shows his face on camera. He's a faceless figure among all the degenerates that go flocking to his page.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who loves dressing up in frilly, lacey things, anything from thongs to full lingerie just to rake in those tips. He loves teasing the edges, pulling them and letting them slap against his thighs.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who loves wearing little panties that can barely contain his cock, watching them stain with precum as he traces his fingers along the tent he's pitching.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who auctions off these panties at the end of every show and watches the numbers go up in utter glee.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who's dick is so recognizable. The moment you see it, with the curly bush and the delicious veins running up the shaft, you know it's his.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who keeps you, his most beloved treasure, away from the screen. You are his show and his show alone.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who doesn't keep his own show from you.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who sends you pictures of his new pretty outfits the second he's home with them. Or he sends you unboxing videos where he's wagging his ass at the camera while jumping to shuffle a new thong on, making sure the camera can see how his cheeks jiggle.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who drops these videos and pictures at the most random times because he loves keeping you on your toes.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who sends you links in the middle of the day to his show, where you have free, VIP access to.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who doesn't start until he sees you there and makes damn sure his audience knows they're waiting on you. He's sending you flirty little texts along the way with things like: 'They're getting antsy, butterfly <3 Better hurry.', 'What's the hold up? Don't tell me you're busy :(', 'You're making me wait? You know better than that, flower bud <3'.

・❥・ Camboy! Hyrule who, upon seeing you enter his show, gives a gleeful little smile and a welcome of "Glad to see you finally showed up, love bug!"

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who doesn't care if you're at work, he's expecting you watch his show start to finish. He doesn't care if Leslie from Human Resources can walk in at any time to see you slobbering over the cock you can't have just yet. He doesn't care if you're office is open and anyone walking by can see what you're looking at. He wants your attention on him. At all times, whenever he asks.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who moans out whatever nickname he had monikered you with that day while stroking his cock, leaning back to give you and whatever other filth watching him a delicious view.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who doesn't even do it for the audience, but does it because it feels like a dirty secret between you and him. He loves the attention, but he gets such a rush knowing you get off watching everyone else get off to him. It's as much for him as it is for you, knowing you get a kick off the power dynamic of knowing when all is said and done, he's on his knees for you and you alone.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who makes sure you have a say in every aspect of his show. The dildo he uses, the plug he finishes with, the vibrator he holds against his twitching cock. All of it is under your direction.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who has a special ringer for your messages and lets you run his show even from your office.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who doesn't come until you say so, even if his audience demand it of him. He lets you call every single shot and hangs onto your every word, as if you were a god-born being destined to rule over him and him alone.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who salivates over the thought of having you remain faceless and come onto his show, taking charge in person.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who begs and pleads for this, letting you sit in the corner of the room with a remote to control a vibrator that's attached to his dick while he's cuffed to the bedposts.

・❥・Camboy! Hyrule who doesn't do the show for an income or for an audience, but does it to make sure your attention remains on him.

・❥・At all times. <3

#cindersins #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #legend of zelda #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #yandere linked universe #linkeduniverse #loz #yander hyrule #yandere lu hyrule #lu hyrule x reader #yandere lu hyrule x reader #lu hyrule smut #yandere link

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the-library-of-wonderland · 2 years ago

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Dark Link Headcanons

WE NEED MORE DINK LOVE 🖤

⚠️This is a mix of fluff and nsfw so please read at your own risk. NSFW will be under the “read more” This is more fem!reader leaning the names Princess and Sweet Cheeks are used.⚠️

My boy is definitely down-bad for you. It takes awhile but when his obsession love hits, it hits hard.

Dating him can definitely be a rollercoaster.

One day he’s all over you, and then the next he’s sarcastic and teasing you all day.

He still loves you though.

He’s not a cuddler, but he is definitely a kisser.

He especially loves kissing your neck and lips.

He likes trail kisses up and down your neck when you’re not expecting it or when he’s in the mood.

He loves how your lips feel against his.

He thinks you taste good and he likes to assert dominance in his kisses.

He’ll put one hand around your waist and the other in your hair or behind your neck and keep you against him.

He can be pretty cheesy sometimes, especially when trying to kiss you. I don’t know if he means to, but I think it’s cute.

”C’mere Princess, your lips are looking a bit lonely.”

He will hold you so tight in bed, especially in the mornings. He doesn’t care if you’re going to be late for something, he wants his morning time with you.

”Stay a little longer sweet cheeks, your meeting can wait.”

Now we move to the more nsfw portion so children please leave. Mention of degrading

My boy is definitely a degrader.

He’ll call you all sorts of things too. (I won’t go into detail though just for anyone that is uncomfortable by that.)

He’ll fuck you all sorts of ways too.

He tries everything at least once, from bondage to public sex.

His favorite positions are definitely missionary, doggy style, and probably 69.

THIS DUDE IS A CHAMP AT EATING YOU OUT

OOMMMMGGGG

HE COULD DO IT FOREVER

He will even let you sit on his face too.

He’ll coax you into doing it if you’re nervous and then when you’re not expecting it he’ll grab you by your thighs and start sucking on your clit.

He’ll do it as long as he wants too, meaning he’s not letting you go until he’s done or until you tap out.

Speaking of which, I don’t think he would have a specific safe word or way of saying to stop. You would probably have to be the one to put that in place in your relationship.

Also, if a safe word does get established it’s going to be the most random word like ever.

To be honest, he’d probably vote for something like mushroom, he’d probably try and be funny and mention like bokoblin as one.

#dark link #dark link x reader #headcanons #loz smut #dark link x you #dark link headcanons #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda #smut #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe x reader #lu dark link #lu fic #lu x reader

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tw1l1te · 10 months ago

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Respectfully

I want Time, Twilight, Legend, and Sky to fuck the shit outta me.

#lu legend #lu twilight #lu time #lu sky #lu smut #link smut

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teaabexx · 10 months ago

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Short hair

Legend x reader

MDNI !!!

Female reader

He didn't expect her to cut her hair. She sure was pretty don't get him wrong, too beautiful in fact. And that was the problem. And a big one.

He couldn't stare at her too long before his eyes travel from her hair to her exposed neck that looked to soft for his liking. It attracted him too much and he didn't like that. That day was the day he didn't even care anymore, he didn't even TRY to resist. He slowly sneak behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, while the other was under her skirt.

''Too much ?" He mumbled innocently. His soft and innocent tone didn't match the finger curling inside her and the many marks covering her now red and sensitive neck. She nodded her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Her breath short and quick, her lips pressed tightly together trying to hold the noises back so they won't alarm Four and Wind, who were in the living room.

He hummed and smirked against her neck, he lifted his head so his lips were close enough to her ear and whispered softly:

"well too bad. You made me wait too long''

#lu legend #linked universe #link x reader smut #loz x reader smut #smut

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pseudoartistpostsstuff · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Welcome!!

Subjects I write for:

Legend Of Zelda

Linked Universe

Resident Evil (not active currently)

Original characters

About requests:

Mostly, this blog is about yandere, but I accept everything as subplots (Except some stuff I don't feel confident writing about). So if you want to request something don't be shy! If I do not feel able to write your request (for whatever reason) I'll answer your ask in private, so don't worry!

Also, yes, suggestive content or just plain out smut is allowed

-> Specific "Don't write" list. <-

Posts by Fandom division

Legend of Zelda

Oneshots:

(nothing yet!)

Fanfics:

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, the start of everything.

[Skyward Sword Reader insert]

Prologue.

Chapter one.

Linked Universe

Oneshots:

Stray at heart, collared in body.

[Yandere! Chain x Reader]

Debt to pay.

[Platonic yandere! Chain x Reader]

In a way, Time was like a cat.

[Yandere! LU! Time x Reader]

Headcannons for yandere Sky, Time and Hyrule.

[Yandere! LU! Sky, Time and Hyrule x Reader]

This is a robbery, not romantic.

[Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader]

Yandere headcannons for Hyrule and Four.

[Yandere! LU! Hyrule and Four X Reader]

A smile and a silent princess.

[Yandere! LU! Warriors and Sky x Reader]

Yandere Legend and Wind Headcannons.

[Platonic yandere! LU! Wind & Reader]

[Yandere! LU! Legend x Reader]

Mollis; soft, gentle, tender [...]

[Yandere! LU! Sky, Warriors and Time x Reader]

I tried the Kabedon challenge on my friends (WENT WRONG!1!1!) (THEY FOUGHT!1!1)(/SRS!1!1!)

[Yandere! LU! Sky and Warriors x Reader]

Soft moments with Sky receiving forehead kisses right after almost dying.

[Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader]

Them being yandere dorks in love, that's it.

[Yandere! LU! Warriors, Four and Hyrule x Reader]

Fanfics:

I almost died series.

[Yandere! Chain x Reader]

I know I almost died but like, it's really not that deep. [part one]

I almost died, of boredom this time. [part two]

Resident Evil

Oneshots:

I may be late for Christmas.

[Yandere! Leon Kennedy x Reader]

You just need to relax.

[Yandere! Leon Kennedy x Reader]

Fanfics:

(nothing yet!)

Hermitcraft

Oneshots:

What fear of rejection can cause.

[C! Yandere! Impulse SV x Reader]

Not actually innocent.

[C! Yandere! Keralis x Reader]

Fanfics:

(Nothing)

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faroreskiss · 1 year ago

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Make Me a Pie

Read on Ao3

Welp, there it is.

This monster of almost 9k words lemony one shot fic is what @chainsofgoldandash ‘s Warriors AI* inspired me to do, after fiddling around with it for a bit. I hope you all enjoy this!

Summary: You get back to Castle Town after an assignment, and when you are back it is time to try something for the first time with Link. And also, what happens right after. Pairing: Fem!Higher Ranking Officer!Reader x Warriors Warnings: Creampie (no breeding kink), slight domination, teasing, edging, established relationship, name calling (nothing offensive), implied BJ, fingering, horrible puns if it was not obvious from the title, a bit of fluff, power play, uno reverse etc. Words: 8k something (I know) MINORS DNI

It’s been around a month since you left Castle Town due to your assignment as an escort and expert to the scholars for another assessment of artifacts that surfaced recently, and you just got back. As you walked to reach your quarters, you made note of the soldiers saluting you or making way, acknowledging them firmly yet in a friendly way.

Of course, they would. You were their superior officer after all, their colonel, even if today was your day off. Honestly, you were intimidating to most of the Castle Town even when you were in civilian clothing.

When you reached your room for a change of clothes and closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but remember the conversation you had with Link, before you left. About finally trying… that. Yes… But first, you also needed to go and see him. Wearing a crimson red tunic with black buttons with a black belt over your waist, his favorite outfit on you, you knew, you went out and asked the nearby foot soldier about the Captain’s whereabouts.

“He is at the training grounds, sir!”

“At ease, soldier. I’m off duty today.”

And then, there you were. Looking across the training field, seeing him instruct the soldiers, metal clashing against metal. His body moving in ways you are used to seeing in battle, nothing out of ordinary for you, but particularly today it simply turned you on. You unconsciously licked your lips as you watched the training, waiting for him to finish up.

He noticed you as he was dismissing the soldiers for their break, and walked towards you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Like what you see, Colonel?”

“Now, now, is that how you act with a superior officer, Captain?” you mocked a serious glare, as if you were mad at him for being so casual with you in front of other people, even if they are sufficiently further away. But then you had a slight smirk on your face, obviously happy and amused to see your boyfriend in training.

He chuckled, drawing closer in, his arm pulling you against him, almost like he couldn't help himself. With one arm wrapped around you, his free hand brushed against your chin, raising your head to gaze at him. His eyes were a warm amber hue, but something more.

The way he looked at you was almost as though he didn't think he deserved your love. His lips parted, his tongue sweeping the words out over his plump, soft lips.

“What I see is a beautiful civilian girlfriend of mine which I haven’t seen in forever.”

You tried to not show how the words coming out of his mouth were affecting you in ways he could absolutely imagine, so you decided to tease him instead.

“You really can't wait to be alone with me again, can you? It’s just been a couple of weeks,”

He chuckled once more, his head lowering until his lips were barely a few millimeters near yours. His gaze was full of adoration and love, and maybe a tinge of desire. "It's been weeks too long, and as much as it pains me, I don't want you to leave me again."

His fingers threaded through your silky hair, playing as he raised your face to look upon him, your eyes meeting with a warm, loving glow as he moved even closer, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket.

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic, I didn't leave you, I was just away for business~" you said as you closed the distance between each other, giving him a small cute peck on his lips, and then burying your head to the crook of his neck. Other than having a reputation to uphold in public, you were actually a little bit shy with all these public displays of affection.

His cheeks darkened ever so slightly, his fingers gliding through your hair as you buried your face against his chest. A soft chuckle left him, and his head tilted as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, gently ruffling your hair as he did, after seeing nobody else was looking your way.

"I don't care what the reason is, it's a crime to keep a beauty like yourself waiting. Or am I being too dramatic?" He teased, a grin on his lips as he looked down upon you. Smooth little thing he was. You playfully hit him in the chest as you pulled away, muttering “Silly” as you did so with the slight blush creeping up to your cheeks.

“Well, this beauty needs some of the castle town pies!”

His eyes lit up, a knowing smile spreading across his lips, hinting at something more "I'm sure my favorite person deserves their favorite pies; you don't have to ask me twice~" He jested, as he held out his hand to you. As you were making your way to your favorite bakery, you two were the symbol of elegance. From the way he was holding your hand, sometimes gently holding you from your waist, him in his uniform and you in your tunic dress, you were both looking equally charismatic and serious.

The town was used to you two lovebirds, and thought about how you were his superior officer and what type of relationship dynamics it would create, but nobody dared to tease any of you, other than the civilian folks giving you smiles as you passed by, and the soldiers saluting Link in this case (but really both of you), as they knew of your heroic deeds.

They knew you could make every single soldier in town squirm with just a look, you were a fierce warrior. A bit too fierce, perhaps. But when you were with him…

“Hey Link?”

He looked over to you, the way his eyes met yours was almost intoxicating. "Yes, (Y/N)?" He asked, slowing his pace slightly to listen to you better.

“...Can we have ice cream too?”

He saw your eyes, you almost looked like you were giving him the puppy eyes. The contrast was not lost on him, but he knew you. "My love, if you want ice cream, then we shall have ice cream, ”

It pleased you so much that you could show your soft side to him without judgment. Rest of the Castle Town knew you as this stoic logical level headed strong woman with unmatchable knowledge in ancient magics, but to him, you were his little kitten.

He chuckled, moving his free hand to your side once more, and tucking it around the curve of it, his body brushing against yours in a gentle touch as he walked. His eyes moved over your features, a gentle smile on his lips. As he moved closer, his voice quieter, and his words as soft as he could make them. "When we return to the castle, I have a few surprises for you, my darling.”

“Hmm…” you hummed, “I’m only open to surprises if I like the pie and the ice cream,” you teased him, pretending that you weren’t curious one bit. "Aww, come on, love. All this training has been hard work, I'd like to see the woman I love smile," He laughed gently, squeezing your hand.

His head tilted, as he walked he seemed to study you, and your outfit caught his attention. His eyes were a warm, golden hue. "Your outfit looks rather nice today," He commented, a small grin on his lips. "But I believe it is more to do with who is wearing it, than the clothing itself..." He teased playfully. Slick little thing.

You blinked surprised at his compliment even though you shouldn’t have been, and a smile escaped you "Well.. aren't you quite the gentleman today? Thank you~ " you chuckled. Gods, you couldn’t believe how you were acting like a little teenage girl whenever you were with him. And your conversation from before you left kept replaying in your hand. How you talked about you have been tracking your cycle with all that extra temperature data and such. How you guys now could actually**… Oh well, no matter.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his grin remaining on his lips as he moved. "It's my greatest pleasure to compliment a woman as stunning and beautiful as you," He said, looking down upon you. "But I'm not done yet, my darling. And as for gentleness, well, I know just how to be rough with my kitten," he added slyly. He seemed to be in a particularly playful mood as he led you towards the bakery, his hand still grasped with yours. He opened the door for you as well with his other hand.

Oh he absolutely remembered that conversation too.

“Yay, pie time!” you practically beamed at seeing the counter, feeling a little bit embarrassed at your own reaction. His eyes gleamed with a warm, loving glow as he did see how excited you were, a soft smile on his lips. "Anything in particular you are craving?" He asked you softly.

Ah, but when he said it like that, phrased it in such a particular way… He must have been practically begging to hear what you whispered into his ear next. "I am craving a very particular flavor of pie right now, but I think it's only available in very exclusive private chambers," you winked at him as you softly said the the words to his ears in a way only he could hear, then you looked through the counter and a particular pumpkin pie got your eye.

"There, the pumpkin pie. It looks delicious!" you continued as what you said was the most casual thing ever.

He chuckled softly, a sly, playful gleam in his eyes as he placed his lips on your ear and whispered a reply.

"Then may I be your baker tonight?"

His words were barely understandable, the volume low. He lifted his head once more, offering his usual warm smile, his gaze full of love and tenderness, as well as a deep, intimate hunger, as though only you could satisfy him from this very moment onward.

You didn’t answer him at first, waiting to get the pie and to move to the small table in the corner of the bakery. As you sat down and took a bite from the pie, gods it was delicious, you stared into his eyes, in a very particular way. He made you suddenly feel bold about what you could say.

“My baker, huh?” You trailed off for a second, before continuing, "Yes... though only if you serve…" you finished your sentence as you swallowed your piece of pie “...cream pies”

His eyes widened only briefly, a soft chuckle escaping him at your boldness and quick wit. His head tilted slightly, his voice a soft whisper across the very small table, and whispered a reply.

"Then the baker will serve you cream pies any time you desire it."

You felt a chill down your spine. You were right, he did remember your conversation from a month ago. He was going to do it, and it was going to happen today. You were bubbling with excitement, trying not to show it as you both ate your pies.

Meanwhile, you both tried to casually talk about what happened during your assignment, caught up on some unimportant looking details.

He listened to you talk, his gaze flickering about the room as though looking for a distraction from the thoughts you were implanting in his mind.

Eventually, his attention was piqued by something that caused his face to widen, and the corners of his lips curl upward in a half-smile. "Oh, (Y/N)...if you only knew what that phrase insinuated," He whispered softly, as a gleam lit up his eyes.

His eyes remained upon you as he took a bite of the pie, as though waiting for you to catch on to what he was hinting at. He was really silly sometimes, he just got what you meant?! You didn’t get this man sometimes. Fine, then, you were going to use this opening.

"Which phrase, my little pumpkin?" you said as you feigned total ignorance, a smirk at the corner of your lips. "Tsk, I would've thought a woman as clever as you would catch on, but since my kitten is playing with me..." He teased, his voice as warm and smooth as ever. "The baker serving cream pies...well, it means something entirely different than what you may think," He said, lowering his voice in a suggestive manner. His eyes were enchanting, and at that moment he seemed to glow with a warmth that you found utterly irresistible.

The way you called you “kitten” was making you remember things that would make you redder than a moblin.

“Oh really? I would have absolutely no idea about what a cream pie would mean..." you mocked a shocking expression "Maybe you should explain it to me, no, demonstrate it to me later, since I'm so clueless and all" you teased him back, just playing along. He did notice your reaction at his use of the word “kitten”, of course he did.

Because a grin spread across his lips, his gaze moving to the way your lips curled upward with a small smirk at the corners.

"Oho, my kitten is asking for a demonstration?" He said softly. "Perhaps I'll do just that if you behave yourself in the meantime, and finish that piece of pie for me..." He whispered, a glint in his eyes as he moved to take another bite of the pie. His gaze then turned towards you once more, that soft smile on his lips, that flirtatious gleam in his eyes as he looked at you.

You locked your eyes with him as you gulped, swallowing and finishing your pie "Then maybe... We should go somewhere more... private? You know, so that I can get the demonstration.”

His eyes were full of a lust that couldn't be hidden even as he bit down upon the piece of pie he was eating, his teeth tearing into the soft, flaky pastry. His eyes glanced down to you, his brows arching as though he knew it wasn't the pie you wanted. He took your hand, and kissed it softly.

"You're quite the eager kitten...I do love how much enthusiasm you have for the things you desire," he said as he led you away from the bakery, a slight grin on his lips.

“Oh, are you going to bake a cream pie just for me?” you asked with feigned innocence yet with a hint of flirtiness as you walked out to the streets of the Castle Town.

He chuckled seductively, placing a hand upon your hip as he moved through the streets, your cheeks flushing as his previous words hit you right where he intended them to. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly, your gaze flicking about his features, his eyes catching yours.

"Oh? Are you asking about a demonstration, little kitten?" He whispered softly, his voice full of that deep, intimate hunger, as he kissed your shoulder, and his free hand moved to grasp your rear as he walked.

You were kind of drifting into your own head, thinking about what would happen if you were alone in a room with him after weeks of… yearning. You missed him so much, and the novelty of what was being talked about was making you soak your panties.

“Mmmm… Maybe… I really would like this cream pie.” you said softly yet directly, but also a bit shyly, you were in public after all.

His grip tightened around your rear, as his fingers moved into the skin and pulled in a soft, gentle way. His head tilted as he kissed your shoulder, his words just a whisper. "You are a naughty kitty, asking for it like that."

He moved to kiss your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. "When we get back, this kitten will get her cream pie." He whispered, his voice almost a purr as he moved to nibble your neck. As you enjoyed his nibble on your neck, you also felt a bit uncomfortable as you were still in public, you were really eager to finally go somewhere private.

He seemed to understand your unease, and kissed your cheek as he took your hand. He walked out of the town, leading you to the door of his house, his body brushing against yours, his eyes full of hunger as they looked up to you.

His fingers intertwining in yours, he led you to the door, his mouth lingering on your cheek as he unlocked it. He opened the door for you, and stepped aside.

"After you, my love," He followed behind you, closing the door softly. You both took off your boots.

The house was dark, and quiet...yet your senses seemed to be awake, and your pulse quickened as you stepped inside. His arm was suddenly around your waist, his body pressed up closely against yours, and suddenly he pushed you towards the wall, taking you by surprise.

His lips brushed yours softly as he spoke once more, his words whispering as they left his lips. "My kitten asked for a demonstration...but perhaps I should let her wait until she is ready for it?" He teased, a grin on his lips.

"Mhm.." a soft sound escaped your lips as you felt him close, really wanting him to kiss you.

"This kitten... missed you so much"

Now, if only people knew how this stoic, intimidating woman like you would whimper, when she was with this particular man, behind closed doors… How she was just “the kitten” that belonged to him. How she would do anything he wanted.

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a smile once more. His head tilted, and his eyes moved over your features like he couldn't get enough of them.

His tongue brushed your lips, and his voice turned to a whisper. "Well-perhaps if this kitten begs harder for me to demonstrate it all, I might not make her wait..." His voice was almost seductive. He moved a finger slowly underneath your chin, tilting it upwards, but keeping himself from kissing you.

"But didn't you miss your little kitten?" you asked your voice full of lust with feigned innocence, playing along with his tease.

He pushed you a bit more against the wall, "I've missed my kitten every single minute of her time away," He said softly, his words warm and gentle. His gaze drifted to your lips again, and he moved towards you in a way that almost seemed natural. "And she knows how much I have missed her...and how I feel now that I see her again...how I want to devour her...how I want her to devour me..." He whispered, his voice a soft purr. His face remained close to yours as he spoke softly, his words filled with a deep, intimate hunger and desire.

"You know I love it when you are filled with desire...when you need me, when you want me, when you need me...when you need me..." he said as his voice almost a whisper. And despite the restraint he seemed to show, there was a raw and primal desire in him just waiting to be unleashed.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pressed you against the wall, feeling the desire swell within you, his voice awakening things in you that were not possible

"I... missed you, I missed feeling you so much..." you told him as you desperately tried to reach to his lips, to get him to kiss you. You wanted him right now, why was he doing this?

There was silence as he heard your words, and felt your hands reaching out to touch the skin that covered his lips. The primal desire rose like a tide within his veins, his body reacting in a way he could not control. He moved his lips to yours, finally indulging in the kiss that he had been dying for. His voice remained soft and hushed, and his hands wrapped around your body. His tongue danced with yours, his hunger for you evident in every movement. And despite wanting nothing more than to consume you, there was also a gentle, loving care in him that couldn't be ignored. Finally getting the kiss you wanted after weeks, you let yourself melt in his embrace, you let him take command. A soft yet very intense moan escaped your lips as your hands brushed through his blonde locks as he kissed you.

The moment his lips met with yours, a deep pleasure seemed to run through him, as though he was finally complete once more. His body moved instinctively to guide you to the wall, his lips moving to brush against your ear. "I've dreamt of you, my love," He whispered, his lips brushing your ear lightly. "I've dreamt of this moment again and again, imagining the touch of your lips." He moved his lips back to yours, his hands moving to grip the back of your neck, as though he wanted to press you closer. You were simply melting helplessly in his kiss and embrace, as he was consuming you. You could feel how much he missed you. As he pressed you to the wall, and his body to you, you could feel his bulge growing, also becoming harder during your kiss, pressing on you exactly on the right spots.

His lips trailed along your throat, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced a path up your thigh, gently pressing you against the wall with a hint of urgency, as he slid his hand under your dress, his finger tracing your heat, teasingly taking his time there.

His voice remained a hushed murmur, carrying a mix of longing and passion. "My love," he murmured, his words a delicate caress against your ear. “Look how wet you are…” he whispered as his other hand was right on top of your right breast. “Just for me, just waiting for me to fill you made you this wet?” The whispered words danced across your senses, igniting a fiery warmth that coursed through your veins and to between your legs. If you have been wet before, now you were soaking.

"Link..." you moaned his name as you listened to him whisper the dirtiest words you could hear from him. You were getting so impatient, why wasn’t he taking you right here, right now?

His voice remained a whisper, but his words were spoken directly into your ear. They brushed against your ear like an intimate whisper, a caress that felt like his lips.

"My kitten..." He whispered, his one hand still caressing you just the right way over your panties. His voice was so gentle, but the words...it seemed as though he had some control over your very soul with the way he spoke.

"..I will fill you up..."He whispered seductively. “...right there.” he finished his sentence and his finger made a mock motion of trying to penetrate you through your panties.

You couldn’t help but moan, damn you Link, you thought to yourself, but what came out of you was only “Link, please…”. His voice became hushed, his lips moving along your ear as he spoke to you.

"My kitten's wet for me, she wants me....she needs me."

The heat in his voice could be felt on your skin, with the way he spoke. His voice was a soft lure, enticing you like no one had. There was power in his voice, as he seemed to have control over you. You tried to speak back to him, to get him to continue and ease this endless teasing, to have mercy on you "Yes... Yes... I want you..." you told him as you moaned between each word, feeling him move his hands on you and then said another word, hoping it would urge him to advance "Please..." you were almost begging him. This was worse than eternal torture. You loved it, yet you wanted more.

His voice was a quiet, whispered caress against your ear, as he moved your panties to the side with his hands, and stuck a finger in you so easily, curling it just for the right spot, as his palm pressed onto your clit, making you moan his name again. "Do you want me to fill you?" He whispered. "Do you want me to make you feel good?”

It was a deep and primal question, one that made you feel a certain kind of way just hearing. The tone in his voice said it all, and the hunger in his eyes was the answer to all of your prayers. He had a deep desire for you, a need that could not be sated by anything else. But he needed to hear you say it, or he was not going to give it to you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing and how much it was turning you on, if such a thing was even possible. You were still pressed against the wall by his body, not even in a bedroom. As his hand moved over your center, you squirmed in pure pleasure and replied "By the Three, YES, PLEASE" as your patience ran out.

His voice remained a whisper, to your frustration, but his words were like a stab of pleasure to your core, as though he was attacking you with his seductiveness, with the way he spoke to you. His finger went out of you, now simply trailing along your clit, teasingly applying pressure but not quite enough. “Huh…” he almost huffed, “I can touch and feel exactly how much you want me…” he said as he noticed how swollen it was, how wet it was.

It felt almost torturous. "Tell me, kitten...how does it feel? He asked softly. "How does it feel knowing you belong to me?"

"I... I want more..." you managed to get out between your moans "I.. I belong to you so please..." At this point, you felt like you would say anything for him to take you upstairs and continue what you two started.

"Oh, my kitten…” He whispered, his voice so sensual and seductive. His middle and ring fingers were applying a little bit more pressure now, sending you waves of pleasure through your core. “But that was not my question, was it?” he continues, his voice seemingly like a drug, as if each line was a pure and primal pleasure filled with desire. You would do anything for more of that sweet drug.

“It feels… amazing… I’m yours, I’m yours, so please…” you whispered back to him, squirming under the pleasure you get from the movement of his hands, you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him "Link, Link please... let's..." you tried to say, as his lips found yours once again.

"By the Three..." He whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Let's go upstairs” he almost commanded. His hand moved to your breasts, his fingers lightly squeezing them, but then teasingly pinching your nipple. You knew that he was trying to control himself, yet he desperately wanted you, his desire for you a fire at the back of his eyes, at the back of his mind. Each moment in your presence fueled him with that desire, and he could no longer hold it back. His mouth moved to your ear once more. As he said "Shall we?" you couldn’t do anything but nod frantically. "Come." he said, pushing his control over you. You were his kitten now, in his possession. He moved to pick you up, as if he was almost too strong to do so. He took you in his strong arms bridal style, and carried you up the stairs, the way he walked being so casual. Yet you could feel his desire for you burn like a flame within him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His step was steady and calm, but you could feel his desire. And you were right where you wanted to be– in the crook of his arm, his lips so close to reach. He stopped in front of his room, and kicked the door open with a single foot. He carried you and walked inside, his arm still holding you as he walked. "My kitten wants me so much?" He purred in your ear, his voice like an invitation, as though he were saying. "Oh well, let's not make her wait any longer."

You were a woman of logic, a woman who was supposed to be level headed. Some people even found you intimidating. But with this man, you were completely different. You just wanted to do whatever he wanted, just to feel him over and over again. As he put you on the bed, you took the opening and made a move towards his belt on his tunic, trying to unbuckle it with your fingers, trembling from the anticipated pleasure. You noticed that he didn’t have his chainmail under this time already, which made you sigh in relief for a moment.

His hand moved to your shoulder, pushing you back.. "Kitten, no." He whispered seductively. “Let me give you what you want." He moved closer to you, his head near your ear.

"Just relax, and leave this to me."

You protested with a look, yet you couldn't deny his offer either. He held some type of power over you that you couldn't fathom. "Fine~" you said softly yet flirtingly, as you let him push you down to the bed and watched him unbuckle his belt. The sound of unbuckling the belt just made you want him more. He didn’t take anything else off, however.

It was as if he knew what you wanted, and he was going to give you every last drop of it. His fingers moved to your wrists, pulling your arms down onto the bed. His voice was like an incantation, as though he was casting a spell over you.

“Relax, kitty...let me take care of you… I take good care of what I own” He whispered, his voice a hushed purr. He kissed your neck softly, his tongue grazing your skin as he slowly moved his hand down your body, under your dress.

His whisper went lower, and he caressed your thighs. "Just wait, little kitten..." He said, as his free hand moved to your dress, undoing the few buttons on it. "All of this is mine..."

As he finally unbuttoned all of them, you actually took the dress off of yourself, giving him the positive signal he was looking for. You couldn't help but try to move a little, trying to also give him the pleasure he was about to give you.

"Yes.. yes my love, I'm yours and only yours." you almost moaned the words.

His eyes glanced at you as you made the move to take your shirt off. It was as if seeing you take it off yourself gave him some kind of pleasure, as his expression lightened up with a small, almost devilish grin. His eyes were glued on your body. And as you took off your shirt, he began caressing your breasts,

"Oh, my kitten..." He whispered, his voice almost a whimper, as if he was trying to control himself, but your presence around him was making it all too difficult. He was on top of you, and as one of his hands trailed down to start rubbing on your clit again, his lips closed itself around your nipple. This was pure bliss for you. You couldn’t stop moaning his name, as he was edging you closer to an orgasm, but not giving you the exact push you needed.

But at least, you were finally getting your composure back, most likely due to your impatience, yet as he alternated between your nipples as he sucked them, twirled his tongue around them, you couldn't think straight "Link... my love... Please don't make me wait much longer..." you told him as you tried to reach the button of his tunic, wanting him to strip as well.

A small chuckle escaped him, as though he felt amused by the situation. He looked back at you. "Don't rush me, kitten...we have all the time in the world...I'm going to make sure that you feel good until you can’t feel anything at all." He whispered, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of exploding with passion. His hand held your wrist, preventing you from making the move he wanted you to make.

As he pinned you down from your wrists on to the bed, you let out a frustrated moan, you wanted to see him naked too, as he was seeing you "Link..." you gave him a lustful look, squirming under his hold.

"Oh, what is the matter, kitten? What are you so desperate to see, hmm?" He whispered, his voice still so soft and gentle, yet filled with power at the same time. "Tell me, my love."He asked softly.

"I'm going to take my sweet time, so I hope you can handle it, okay?" He said without waiting for your reply, his hand moving over your neck. "I have so much love for you, and I'm going to give it all to you..all at once..." He whispered in your ear, as he slowly pushed your panties towards your thighs, and then took them off.

Of course you were powerful enough to break free of his hold, if you really wanted to and he knew that. Yet, you enjoyed this. You enjoyed his power over you.

"Take off your clothes, I want to see you...as you are..." you tried asking, like that was the only thing you could do and continued "You are teasing me so much, I'm not sure how much more I can... ah..." you could feel once again his middle and ring fingers circling your clit just like you needed it.

"Okay, I think you deserve this much, at the very least." He whispered, his voice still soft, and yet filled with desire. His hand then slowly moved to his tunic, moving to unbutton it. His eyes were glued on your every move, as though this was something he had been planning for a very long time.

He moved to take it off, moving to sit on top of you, his skin warm and inviting. "Here...I'll let you take the lead this time...let's see how well you can handle me." He whispered seductively.

As he sat on top of you, you helped him slide the tunic off his body, leaving him only with his trousers and you noticed how big his bulge had gotten. And there he was, with his impressive torso, you couldn't help but pull him to you with a powerful grip, letting your bodies touch each other as you kissed him.

"Oops.." you chuckled, realizing you pulled him to yourself a bit too suddenly, a bit too strongly.

"Oh, so eager?~" He whispered, his voice sounding amused like he was almost playing a game with you.

"I hope you don't get scared by what I have in store for you." His words sounded like a dare. "But maybe you'll want to take a look, my kitten?" He asked, his voice dripping with a hint of a challenge. This time you took it as a signal, moving your hands down his body as your fingers trailed from his back and then to his crotch and then above, where his belt was. This time, you were able to unbuckle it, and you helped him take off his pants as well. Now it was him in his underwear, as he was on his knees on the bed. "Good...my kitten is learning." He whispered, his voice sounding pleased. "Oh, (Y/N)..."

Your hands moved to the front of his underwear, as though you were ready to get right down and dirty. His body moved closer so that your bodies touched, his lips brushing against your ear as his tongue moved to the back of your neck.

"Do you like what you see, kitten?” He whispered seductively, one of his fingers easily sticking into you again

"I..." you trailed off as your hands slowly moved to his briefs, tugging down at his underwear, trying to subtly put them down as his lips brushed against your ear.

"Do you want to taste it?"

The words were spoken so softly, and yet filled with such an intense amount of lust and desire. His voice held so much power over you, it seemed. His fingers were still in you, his voice almost a purr, as though he enjoyed what he was doing.

"Yes" went out of your lips with such a sharp tone, that he could see his kitten was becoming a tiger.

"Take a look, then." he said, with a hint of amusement. His voice was gentle, as though he was still trying to tease you. Yet you could still feel the fire within him, the desire for you burning inside his core.

"Go on..." He said seductively, the words sounding like a command, as though he was challenging you to take the lead, to make the move that you wanted to make. As you slid his underwear down, you found yourself staring at his completely exposed body for a moment, his defined muscles, his intact foreskin. Hint of precum from his exposed head. You unconsciously licked your lips.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He whispered, his voice sounding amused, teasing you, yet it was obvious even he had a limit, his eyes were glued on yours.

"Go ahead and take it...it's all yours."

As you moved your hand and grabbed his cock exactly as he wanted, you pulled the skin on it back and forth, listening to his moans and then pulling him into another kiss as you stroked him. Then you slowly went down, never breaking eye contact as you did so, and slowly started to trail your tongue from down his shaft to his tip.

His body reacted strongly to your touch, his hips moving as though he wanted you on him. His breath was shaky and deep, as though he was struggling to control himself "Good...girl.." He said mixed with his moans, as your hands and mouth alternated in pleasuring him. Sometimes taking it all at once, sometimes just sucking on the tip, sometimes sensually licking along his shaft as you strongly grabbed his toned ass and hips.

"Do you like that my love? Should I continue?" you asked him teasingly between his pants and your pent up desire as you teasingly pretended to stop for a second or two.

His breath was shaky and quick as you teased him. "I-" He groaned, his voice trembling. "I..." He groaned again. "Oh..please...keep going, please.." He moaned. "It feels so..so good."

And there it was. He could also see you smirk as you were slowly taking back control. It was his fault really, he ended up edging himself to the point that now it was him that was squirming under your touch

"Yeah? Just like..." you said seductively as you twirled your tongue on his tip and then made eye contact as you kept stroking him "...that?"

"Yes.." He groaned, his breath shaky. "Just like.." He groaned again, his body squirming in pleasure. "It feels so-" "Oh, gods.." He moaned out one more time. "Don't stop...please don't stop." He whispered, the desire in his voice clear. He wanted you more than anything- “I want you… now,” He whispered it sharply, like a command.

As you heard his words, you pushed him down to the bed and climbed on top of him, directly looking into his eyes "Oho~ Looks like your kitten has taken control, what will you do now?" you said teasingly. You were grinding your wetness directly along his shaft, staying a bit longer when your clit and his tip made contact, excruciatingly slowly yet hard enough, and it was pushing you both to the edge.

"Just wait a moment, (Y/N)..." He said, his tone still sounding almost as though he were playing a game with you. His fingers moved trailed along your hips, his voice still calm and steady.

"I think I shall take you where I want you to be..” was what came out of his plump soft lips as he gripped your hips.

"Now, kitten..turn around." He whispered seductively, his voice sounding as though he almost wanted to devour you.

You playfully protested, still on top of him and grinding on him painfully slowly, by the Three, you were also getting close. "Make me." you almost dared him.

"Oh, is that so..?"

His voice was still calm and steady, as though he were making no attempt to be anything but smooth. Yet you could feel his desire, and the fire burning inside of him. He was still holding your hips quite tightly, then his grip loosened there, and then you felt his hand slowly trail to the place where you were directly pushing on him.

As you felt his fingers on your clit once again, you were taken by a pleasant surprise and you gasped, feeling weak in that moment. His thumb was massaging you exactly how you liked it as your swollen slick wet lips were gripping and grinding on his shaft, making all kinds of sounds. You let out a squeak.

You felt the power in his fingers, and at the touch of his thumb, you felt your body react strongly. Your teeth chattered, your eyes closed as the sensations overtook you and you hummed moans.

His voice was still calm and steady, but his eyes were glued on you, no wonder he was feeling how swollen you are. "You are more than ready for me, aren't you, kitten?" He whispered, his voice sounding like your favorite song. "Is that what you want, darling? You want me to slide in you?”

"Fuck..." you muttered under your breath, not being able to help yourself "Yes... yes, it is" you tried to reply to him as his thumb continued massaging exactly the right spot, making your eyes almost go behind your head, yet you held on.

His body moved against yours, his eyes glued on your face. His voice was still quiet, yet he whispered your name. He whispered it almost as if he were trying to call you back to reality. "Look at me, kitten." he commanded. "Look at me and tell me how much you want me,"

He was taking back control now, even though you were the one on top of him, with the slick movement of his fingers on your clit, what could you have done but to obey? You really tried hard not to give in that much but it was so difficult "Link... I want you so much, I want you to just slide in me, right now. Please." you tried to speak between the moans, anything to end this misery.

It was clear that he was getting to you, and his grip on your hips got firmer as though he was holding onto you for dear life.

"If I give you what you want, can you handle it, my darling?" He said, his voice sounding as though he were asking a question though not entirely expecting an understandable answer.

"Tell me, kitten...can you handle what I'm about to do to you?" He asked again, his voice still soft and gentle, yet filled with passion and lust.

Your whimpers were nothing but seductive pleas. It was almost as if all that could come out of your mouth was affirmations, anything to coax him into sliding into you as soon as possible.

“Yes.. I missed feeling you… so… much…”

As you wish, my love" He whispered, in a voice that almost seemed to tease you. He adjusted your body above yours, making you lean into him, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on your neck. He kissed and licked, biting lightly in the exact spots you enjoyed most. "Let me taste you, kitten." He whispered seductively, his fingers tugging slightly on your hips, adjusting your body to lower you on him once again, "Hold still.." He whispered, his voice filled with lust and desire.

You used your hand to help him guide himself into you, he slid in you so easily, the action making both of you gasp and letting you have a sexual sigh of relief. You squeezed him as he was finally inside you, enjoying the sensation.

"Oh, somebody is eager, aren't they?" He whispered, his voice filled with a hint of amusement and a touch of pride. His words sounded as though he were giving you a compliment, but you could feel him twitching in you, as your walls hugged him. You were his, and he enjoyed it. "Good, girl...oh, you feel so good..." He whispered, his tone of voice still sounding like he was in heaven as his hips were moving up and down, with you leaning on him.

"Link...I missed you so much, I missed this..." you said almost like a hiss, as you moved back and forth, matching his thrusts, drinking each movement like they could be your last, you moaned again and again as you both continued enjoying the sensations. You were on top of him but leaning to him, luckily you had short hair that wouldn’t get in the way, but by the Goddesses, it was messy. Sometimes he would grab you by your neck and kiss you, sometimes he would suck your nipples as he kept thrusting in you, making you squeeze him even more. Your moans mixing up with each other in his room.

He let out a primal groan, as though he enjoyed knowing that you wanted him this much.

"Do you want to do more than this, kitten? Do you want this to mean something, for me to truly make you mine?" He whispered seductively, his tone of voice sounding more sincere than it ever had before as he reached closer to his climax. Almost asking for your permission once again, just to know for sure.

"Mmm" you moaned as the moments passed, stretched into waves of pleasure in your brain, making it muddy. All you could think about was him, feeling him, being his. Being filled by his seed. Feeling it drip down from you.

"I want everything I want you to…" you trailed off between your movements, giving him a positive reply as you signaled to increase the rhythm. But he understood exactly what you meant. You did discuss this, after all.

"Yes, (Y/N)...oh, yes..." he whispered, a small gasp escaping his lips. His voice was filled with pleasure and lust.

His hands slid down your back again gripping your hips, as though he were almost claiming what was already his. His voice had a hint of a commanding and authoritative tone to it.

"I've wanted to do this for a very long time, (Y/N), my kitten.." he whispered, his voice still sounding almost desperate. "And now that I've finally got you..."

You gasped and his hands held your hips firmly again as you were hovering him, as connected as you can get with his thrusts becoming even deeper, exactly as you liked it. He slowly started to restrict your movement, about to make you his little fuck toy now. It was hard for you to not thrust back, but you gave him the command long ago.

His words sounded like a last warning, as though he were about to do the very thing that he wanted you the most for. "I'm going to claim you, kitten. Are you ready to become mine? Ready to be filled up by me?" He whispered to your ear right before he playfully bit it, his breath was shaky, you could feel that he was losing his willpower, but he was still giving you one last warning before he finally did what you both have been anticipating.

Goddesses, you loved this man so much. He could still think of you even in a situation like this, where he was about to lose himself in pleasure.

You could do nothing but moan in pleasure as you continued to vainly try moving your hips up and down as you were on top of him, as he was holding your hips firmly. "Yes, Link... Do it... Claim me...Make me full…" you could barely speak between your moans.

“I'll take that as a yes then."

His voice was still quiet, and yet he was breathing faster.

"Hold still, kitten." he whispered, as though his words were a command. This, you recognized. When he was close to his climax, he loved holding you still with his strong grip as he mindlessly pumped into you in the best angle possible, as you were hovering above him.

“Just let go, my love, just like you promised… Enjoy me,” you encouraged him as the sense of anticipation lingered in the air. It was hot, it was heavy. You were close.

The moments paused, as though both of you couldn't fully believe what was going to happen. His hand was still grabbing you to support you, then he positioned his head so that he could suck on your breasts as he kept pumping in you. You couldn’t help but get your own middle and ring finger between your legs where you connected with him, furiously circling your wet clit, making him feel how much more you can squeeze him.

He took a deep breath, as though taking in this moment. He looked at you, as though he wanted to memorize the look you had in your eyes as you touched yourself while taking him in. And then, his face suddenly looked like it was experiencing an explosion of pure joy, almost like his words were meant as a warning that something was about to happen.

"This feels so good, (Y/N), fuck…." He moaned, your name sounding like a prayer.

"Yes Link, let me feel that, let me feel that..." you were almost begging him to finally let go as you felt him brush inside just the perfect spots.

He gasped, his body tense, as though he were about to burst. He took a deep breath, as though he were trying to calm down- although this only seemed to be making him even more tense. His body moved with yours, his eyes glued onto you, as though you were about to explode with joy.

"Oh, gods, yes...yes..." He moaned, you could feel him expanding in you, feel him getting even harder than ever, you felt how close he was and how close you were to the edge "Yes, yes, yes, yes...." you kept moaning, almost squirming. Begging for a release.

He hissed, his grip on your hips even stronger (that was totally going to bruise).His breath was shaky and nervous, his eyes glued on you.

"Oh, goddesses...I'm...oh, ...." He whispered, his breath a bit more rapid, his body tense. He was close.

“Link... just fill me up... please..." you were almost begging him as you moaned, couldn't believe how forward you were even in this state. You couldn’t think of anything else other than being filled by him at that moment. You wanted it so much, Your orgasm was nearing.

"Yes...yes, kitten, oh gods, yes... "

“Link… Link…”

He hissed, finally letting go of himself as you straightened yourself on top of him, getting support from his torso. His body tensed as his eyes met yours.

"Yes..." He was panting. His lips parted at the sight. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him wildly twitching in you a few times, feeling him come inside of you. “Oh my Goddesses..." you both moaned as you felt the waves of pleasure finally reach a climax, as you felt warm inside, warmer than usual… in turn triggering your own climax. You were shaking as he was holding you stable, riding the wave of pleasure. Your lips met once again.

“Oh, kitten... oh..."

"I...you've..."

He was lost for words as the sensations of post orgasm bliss took over both of your bodies.

He was gasping, his breath shaky along with yours. You collapsed into him, enjoying his embrace, listening to each other’s breaths. After a little while, you felt the “plop”, the sensation of him sliding out of you as he calmed down. That wasn’t a new one but then you also felt something trickling down from between your legs.

You were dripping his cum all over the sheets.

Oh well.

NOTES: *Link to the Warriors AI **Friendly reminder that if you are engaging in sexual activities with a partner that can result in pregnancy for either of you, and do not want that pregnancy (and STIs), USE ACTUAL PROTECTION. This is a fictional story. They have magic and shit to prevent this stuff too in this universe (probably). We don’t have that IRL.

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portraitofalinkonfyre · 20 days ago

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Legend's Birthday

Pairing: Legend x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, duh.

Notes: It was Legend's birthday a bit ago, so y'all know what that means! Set in the modern world where Legend is a museum-curator-slash-retired-adventurer. Inspired by the beautiful and amazing @h4wari. Hope you enjoy, big sis!!!

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If there was one thing you learned from living with Legend, it was how to be sneaky.

He was a lot sharper than most people gave him credit for, and it was as attractive as it was frustrating, considering the predicament you had subjected yourself to over the last week, seeing how snow and seasonal depression weren't the only things heralded by the month of November.

It was Legend's birthday today, and you had pulled out all the stops to keep him from discovering your little scheme to celebrate his special day.

It's not a big deal, you remembered him saying after you nearly had a meltdown last November after realizing you had been missing his birthday for the past few years of your relationship. I'm always busy when they happen, so why bother?

Why bother? Because you loved him, damnit!

So, naturally, you set a private calendar notice a week before the event to prepare. There were many conventional ways to celebrate birthdays–eating cake, giving presents, going out for a nice dinner, letting the birthday person pick the movie of the night–but neither you or Legend were particularly conventional, which led you to a fine invention known as the Internet.

The search results had been appropriately varied, ranging from Reddit's suggestions of diving hand-in-hand off the Golden Gate Bridge (exhilarating, but you wanted to be alive afterward) to booking a last-minute year-long cruise across the world, which, while you were sure he might appreciate, was neither within your long-term interests or price range.

So, really, the bunny costume you haphazardly ordered from a random shady website was a mix of both worlds, and you couldn't be blamed for the impromptu trip you made to the grocery store in search of baby carrots once your dear boyfriend traipsed to work, bidding you farewell with a grumpily-affectionate kiss that made your heart flutter and your brain cackle at the surprise he was about to receive in a few hours.

The costume arrived two hours after Legend departed. You giddily slipped on the ensemble: a swimsuit-esque bodysuit made out of maroon leather that shone in the dim light of your shared bedroom, followed by some black cuff links, a small choker that did nothing of the sort, and a headband with pink-tipped bunny ears shooting from the black band, a bendable wire running through the middle of each one to allow for easy customization.

After adjusting the ears to your liking, one bent and the other sticking straight up like a fat little antenna, you strode to the closet and found the real prize: the fluffiest bunny tail butt plug the internet had to offer, which was saying something. You grabbed the plug and a small bottle of lube, squirting a bit on the tip and fiddling for the small hole in the back of your leotard, positioning the plug where it needed to be before slowly working it in. The sensation of being stretched was strange, but not in a bad way, and you gave your ass a few experimental shakes, shrugging when all you felt was a gentle tug as the fabric of your bodysuit shifted.

Feeling ready to tackle the rest of your day, you walked (hobbled) down to the kitchen, retrieving the baby carrots and putting them in a small bowl before moving to your next project: the cake currency cooling in the refrigerator. You had baked and frosted it prior to getting dressed, so there was only one thing left to do before your boyfriend came home in approximately thirty minutes.

You opened the refrigerated and pulled the cake from the top shelf, setting it on the counter as you retrieved the prepared piping bags–pink and red, of course–approaching the dessert with a determined expression.

This was it. Your magnum opus, if you do say so yourself. You would be the first to admit that your baking skills weren't exactly stellar, nor were you particularly good at decorating, but damnit, if you weren't going to do your hardest to make this the best birthday cake he had seen in his life.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you brought the piping bag down to the frosted canvas before you, just begging to be defiled in the best of ways. With nigh-unbreakable concentration, you carefully penned the words 'happy birthday' onto the top half of the cake in smooth red icing. A smile broke across your face as you scanned the writing, realizing, with a healthy dose of relief, that it was legible and there were no grievous spelling errors that would send him into a conniption.

"Fuck yeah," you muttered, hastily adjusting the slightly-slipping headband before grabbing the pink icing, spelling out his name in curvy pastel letters that took up the rest of the cake. It wasn't a masterpiece, by any means, but it was beautiful in a DIY kind of way, and that was good enough for you.

Your phone buzzed from the counter and you practically shot over, reading the message on the screen with wide eyes.

It was Legend.

And he was heading home.

Now.

"Shit, shit," you cursed under your breath, hurrying to (gently) shove the piping bags and cake back into the refrigerator before darting upstairs to retrieve the other present you had gotten him–a collection of leather-bound notebooks for him to catalogue his observations during work–before sprinting back down to set the neatly-wrapped box on the kitchen counter, making sure the house was spotless before practically throwing yourself on the living room couch with the bowl of carrots, heart pounding as you crunched on one of the small sticks.

This was it... and you were simultaneously terrified and excited to see his reaction.

There was quiet click and the front door swung open.

Legend loved his job as the Head Curator at Hylia University.

After many, many years of grueling adventuring for whatever company paid him, it was a nice change of pace to be able to sit down and catalogue some fancy rocks, all the while sipping his home-brewed coffee and scoffing with other veterans about the interns.

Which was what he was doing right now, except he wasn't sitting or sipping or scoffing. The red-haired intern cowered as he pinched his temples, letting out a sigh dry enough to drain the ocean.

"What is this, Nicole?" he asked, voice deceptively calm as the other interns shifted nervously around him, their eyes rippling around the area like a patch of particularly turbulent waves. "And don't tell me it's a rock."

"I won't," she squeaked, and Legend had the distinct urge to shake her by the shoulders.

"It's a ruby," he said flatly, watching as her soul withered under his gaze. Good. His eyes fixed to the certain display she had attempted to place the ruby, which now sat in her tumbling hands, in. "And where did you just put it?"

Silence.

Then.

"The igneous rock display...?" Her tone was edged with terror, and he had the feeling that she would have pissed herself had he not been her boss.

"Nicole," his arms crossed over his chest as he sent her a look. "Why in Hylia would you put it there?"

"It's a rock," she all but whimpered, and Legend had to physically bite his tongue to force himself to listen to the rest of her insane logic. "And I think the mineral composition is similar to the ones from this–"

He held up a hand, putting a stop to the madness taking place. The other interns shifted like a flock of restless geese, waiting for his next move with bated, shuddering breath. Weirdos. "I don't know what's worse," he began. "That you think a metamorphic rock belongs in the igneous display or that you didn't think to place it in the gemstone display, with the other gemstones" Legend gestured to the display at the end of the room with a 'are you serious?' expression. "Did the sign just float away or do I need to enlarge the font for you?"

Her bottom lip trembled, eyes crinkling a bit at the corners, and he sighed. "Do not cry," Legend warned, tone leaving no room for argument. "Just go put it in the gemstone display."

"But sir–" another intern pipped up, and Legend silenced him with a thick glare.

"What, Dillon?" he growled, a headache already brewing at the promise of more fuckery. "What could you possibly have to add?"

"We can't put it in that display," Dillon said, tone edging with the same apprehension that Nicole's had possessed earlier. He ran a hand through his brown hair, looking like he was internally praying to whatever deity existed for protection against their ornery boss. "It's broken."

Legend's eye twitched. "Broken? How?"

"By you, sir," another intern said weakly, looking like they would rather die than be here. "During the burglary attempt last week."

Ah, he had almost forgotten about that. Legend may not have been the young, spry adventurer he once was, but it didn't mean he didn't still have it, as he had shown last week by punching a would-be burglar into the gemstone display case, securing their hands together with a length of measuring tape as the interns watched, practically on their knees in awe. You had laughed like a maniac when he shared that particular experience over a meal at the mom and pop restaurant in town, and the memory would have brought a smile to his face had he not been with the current company.

"And why isn't it fixed?" he rubbed his temples in an attempt to alleviate the brewing headache. "Who's in charge of glass maintenance?"

"Maurice is," Dillon coughed into his fist, and Legend felt his expression sour further.

Maurice, an ancient custodian who had been working here since before he had been born, but Legend more commonly thought of the other man as the current bane of his existence. The old fart was perpetually late, never cleaned the exhibits properly, and, for some bizarre reason, really enjoyed the smell of pipe cleaner. Probably more than a sane person should have, Legend had come to realize when he caught the man sniffing from the bottle in between halfhearted scrubs of said pipes, only to threaten to douse him in alcohol in a manner that had Legend backing out of the room with his middle fingers raised protectively.

"Of course he is," Legend grumbled. "Well, someone get the horn and summon him or, I don't know, just leave the ruby in the igneous display."

"But you said–"

"Not another word, Nicole," the blonde silenced her with a raise of his hand. "Now, I'm going to get some coffee, and I expect that ruby to be with the gemstones when I get back. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," Nicole nodded, clutching the stone a bit tighter as her eyes flashed with determination. "Shall I label it?"

"Don't push your luck, Nicole," he turned and strode down the hall toward the cafeteria, pushing some hair from his face, grimacing slightly when a deridingly pink strand stood out against his skin. He was never one for that color, but after a terrible Halloween accident involving temporary hair dye and setting conditioner, he found it was just one of the things he would have to live with, especially when you assured him that pink was most definitely his color, much to his (amused) chagrin.

The line for coffee wasn't horrendously long, leaving him with a few short minutes to contemplate the day before receiving a cup of his favorite brew: black as his soul with a hidden sprinkle of sugar. While he typically preferred your coffee to the store-bought alternatives, he had already finished the thermos you sent him off with, leaving him high and dry amidst the madness of the day.

With a huff, Legend started to his office, offhandedly checking his watch. 5:02 pm, which meant only twenty-eight minutes separated him from you.

Legend allowed himself to smile as he pushed into the office, collapsing in the first seating arrangement he saw, a plush chair typically reserved to comfort the unfortunate souls that found themselves in his lair. You were always the highlight of his day, and not even redheaded interns putting rubies in igneous rock displays could dampen his excitement, especially when his calendar dinged and the realization that it was his birthday hit harder than any insane custodian.

Birthdays had always been a bit of a sore spot for him, which only increased when he began dating you. He didn't need anything special, it was just another day, and yet you had seemed genuinely distressed when it was revealed that you had inadvertently missed his birthday for the past three years, swearing up and down to make this year the best one he had ever had. Legend highly doubted that, mostly because he had kept a careful eye on your shared bank account for any... suspicious purchases, which there were none, and you seemed to have all but forgotten about it. Good. He was just fine without being fawned over for forcing his mother to undergo hours of excruciating agony to bring him into his world.

Still, there was a small part of him that hoped you remembered, if only to hear your sweet voice wishing him a 'happy birthday', but he was more than content to simply live his life like it was any other day.

Legend checked his watch again.

5:09 pm.

...Fuck it.

The chair creaked as he abruptly stood up, grabbing his coat from the wall and striding out of the office like he owned the place, not bothering to send any warning to the interns over their newfangled 'Groupme' app because, damnit, it was his birthday and he didn't need to take their bullshit until tomorrow.

Besides, he had a house to get home to.

You nearly dropped the bowl when the door began to swing open, a millisecond away from choking on the carrot in your mouth as Legend's form filled the doorway.

He was home.

Early.

You had spent so much time preparing your outfit and the cake and the presents that you had completely forgotten to prepare your heart along with them

"Hi," you squeaked, feeling very much like the rabbit you were dressed as he took in the sigh of you, perched on the couch with a bowl of carrots in your lap and an apprehensive expression on your face. '"..You're home early."

"Yeah," said your boyfriend eloquently, eyes glued to your form. A red blush bloomed over his cheeks, which were already a bit pink from the cold. "You–"

"Are you hungry?" You asked at the same time, hesitantly bringing another carrot to your red-painted lips, biting it in half with a small crunch. His gaze snapped to your mouth, and you could have sworn you saw him gulp. "There's... there's cake in the kitchen."

He glanced over, but not for long, eyes returning to your body. You had always loved the color of his eyes, so intensely blue that you swore they looked purple with the right lighting. When he remained silent, you drew in a breath.

"Happy birthday," you felt a bit embarrassed from the way his eyebrows shot up in disbelief at the phrase. "I know I missed it the last few years, but I promise I'll do better, so, um, happy birthday. Again."

Legend blinked a few times, and it was in that moment that you noticed just how white his knuckles had gotten around the handle of his briefcase. "Is that...?"

You nodded, placing the bowl on the end table as you waited for his true reaction.

"You're wearing a..." he hesitated, and you tried to sit a bit straighter under his gaze, which wasn't unusual, but it felt a lot more poignant in this moment. "...bunny costume."

"Yes," you said, feeling a bit ashamed.

"For me?"

"Who else?" you forced a small smile, ears flopping as you nodded on instinct. "I'm sorry if it's weird–"

"It's not," he interjected, setting his briefcase down and locking the door with one hand. "Not weird, I mean."

You bit your lip, praying to Hylia that he would do something. "...Can I get you anything?"

"You," Legend said, and you nearly jumped when he shucked off his coat and strode over, coming to a stop just inches in front of you. a callused hand grasped your chin, encouraging you to meet his gaze. His smile was both gentle and feral, and you shivered a bit at the desire rolling in his irises.

"Me?"

"Yes," was his response before he bent down and kissed you, tongue lapping at the seam of your lips to deepen the action, mouth moving against yours in a way that made you want to melt into him. He tasted faintly of store-bought coffee and you were tempted to tease him for cheating on you, but it was neither the place nor the time, especially when his free hand grabbed your hip, a bit chilly against your warmed skin. You wrapped your hands around his biceps, pulling him closer and sighing into his mouth.

Legend drew away first, breathing deepening as he stared into your eyes. His expression was soft, and still a bit shocked, like he couldn't quite believe was he was seeing. That's okay, you'd make him believe it.

"You're amazing," he broke the silence, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head, mere inches away from the bunny headband.

"I'm not," you joked, earning a look.

"You are," this time, he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, which you had neglected to paint in the likeness of an actual rabbit. Oh well, next time. "How long have you been planning this?"

"Since last year," you admitted far too quickly, expression turning a bit sheepish. Your fingers dug gently into the muscles of his forearm. "I wanted to make up for... you know."

"You didn't have to," he mused, hand tracing a line from your hip to the tail, stroking gently over the puffed ball. It was round and soft, quivering slightly when he thumbed at it. "Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"But I wanted to–!" you countered, only to interrupt yourself with a gasp when he gave the tail an experimental tug.

"Hmm," he hummed, tone a bit distracted. His other hand moved to the front of the bodysuit, knuckles running over the pleated leather. "Why a bunny, though?"

You recovered enough to send him a soft grin. "You like bunnies."

"I like you," Legend corrected with an answering smile, and it was hard not to laugh at the cheesiness of the statement.

"Same difference," you chuckled, sitting up a bit straighter when a hand ghosted over your breast, though it quickly swung up to cup your cheek as he pulled you into another dizzying kiss. You sighed into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level.

Time seemed to meld together as you connected, mouths moving to an invisible beat. You ran your tongue against his own, drawing a shiver from the man. It didn't take a genius to notice the straining bulge in his shorts, and you were determined to make this the best birthday ever. "Link," you whispered against his lips, earning a curious look. "Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Carrot," he responded immediately, and you snorted in response, breaking the kiss to shoot him a saucy grin.

"Oo, does that mean it's up to eat?"

This time, it was Legend's turn to snort. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're about to get lucky," you laughed, moving your hands down to undo the buttons of this shirt, which was promptly thrown over his shoulder once it was off, revealing miles and miles of warm, slightly-tanned skin for your perusal. His cheeks still held the lightest pink tinge, and you discovered that the flush hadn't stopped there, extending down the smooth plane of his neck to stain the tops of his shoulders. A smattering of thin, silvery scars crisscrossed his abdomen, a testament to his adventures in the great unknown. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

Legend flushed a bit darker

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, but you knew that he secretly loved the praise. You loved it, too.

"No, really," you stroked a hand from his pectoral to his obliques, relishing in the shiver the action earned you. "I could look at you all day."

He looked ready to reply, but your fingers drifted to the waistband of his shorts, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease, the item soon joining his shirt on the floor. "Is this okay?" you asked softly, pointer finger toying with the shiny metal button holding it all together.

"More than," Legend said without missing a beat, face tinted a brilliant red that made you want to kiss him breathless. You didn't hesitate, popping the button and sliding the zipper down in quick succession. With a smile that was far more devious that you wanted to admit, you slid your hand under the fabric and wrapped it around the hot, straining length of his cock, giving the sensitive flesh a gentle squeeze as a breath shuddered from his chest. "Fuck, (Y/n)–"

"Shh," you soothed, your unoccupied hand coming up to cup his right hipbone. "Sit down for me?"

Legend nodded wordlessly, allowing you to guide him to plop down on the couch, legs spread and cock tenting the already wet fabric of his underwear. You sank down between his thighs, movement hindered only by the tail still lodged deep inside you, and quickly freed his dick, pulling his boxers just under his balls.

You didn't give him much time to prepare, licking a long, hot stripe up the underside of his cock, cleverly flicking the quivering tip with the flat of your tongue. Legend's fingers immediately sunk into the couch cushions, abs visibly tightening as he groaned to the ceiling. The sound sent a rush of liquid heat spiraling through your bones, igniting every nerve in your body, and you grinned, feeling more confident that you had in days. "I love you," you murmured against his length, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of it, and Legend sucked in a sharp breath, watching you with half-lidded eyes and a blush bright enough to put the sun to shame.

"I love you too," he whispered back, and you rewarded him with a slow lick to the flushed head of his dick, eagerly lapping at the salty pre burbling from the fat tip. A hand found its place on the top of your head, gently toying with the rabbit ears attached to your head. "Hah– (Y/n)–"

You said his name in response, breath ghosting deliciously over the wet skin of his length before you moved to take him in your mouth, starting with the flushed head. Legend's remaining hand gripped the cushion harder as he fought for control, but it was for naught when your tongue swirled over the quivering flesh, drawing a series of groans from his pink, parted lips. You preened at the noise, relaxing your throat to fit a bit more of him into your mouth, beginning to suck when you were satisfied.

"Ah–!" Legend practically cried when the suction registered. He called your name once more, tone pitching as your cheeks hollowed more and more, tongue idly flicking the underside of his head. "Shit, you're s-so good at this–"

Your response was to suck harder, relishing in the way his hips inadvertently bucked, forcing a good few inches of him into your mouth. Legend groaned, attempting to curb the motion, if the obvious strain in his abdomen and thighs meant anything, but you didn't mind. He was always so worried about pushing boundaries or hurting you, which was sweet, but you weren't made of glass. "Mm, fuck, sorry–" he panted, but you merely took him deeper, huffing softly to let him know it was okay.

Legend trembled like a leaf by the time you began to move, bobbing your head in a familiar rhythm, one hand intertwining with his--the contact a sort of whispered intimacy that never failed to make your heart mush and your knees weak--while the other stroked the base of his length, creating a pseudo-block just in case he did subconsciously decide to harpoon your throat again. "Oh, Hylia," he gasped, fingers digging so hard into the couch that you feared it would rip. "'M not gonna last–"

The warning had the opposite effect, with you sucking even harder around his trembling, leaking length, thumb stretching down to caress his balls with a featherlight touch. His moans pitched in volume and tone, until he was nearly keening under your hands, babbling something unintelligible as you worked him over, popping off his cock every so often to lave licks and kisses over the shuddering flesh, making sure to pay extra attention to the flushed head, which quivered oh-so-deliciously beneath the arched flat of your tongue. It was a far cry from the gruff, ornery persona he employed to face the rest of the world, and seeing him crumble under your attentions was the best feeling in Hyrule, especially when his hips jerked softly, nudging the head of his cock deeper into your waiting mouth.

"Shit, (Y/n)," he hissed, gazing down at you with a lovestruck expression that made your core throb. His chest heaved and you didn't fail to notice the way his dick seemed to stiffen against your tongue, balls drawing up slightly under your thumb. He was close, and you knew it. "Please, love, c-can I–?"

As if he even had to ask. You responded by drawing up, the head of his cock just barely within the confines of your lips, and sinking back down, taking him to the hilt. Legend let out a shout, lips falling open as his orgasm hit him like a meteor. His hands flew to your head, gently tangling in your hair and pulling slightly when the first spurt of cum flooded your mouth, then the second, and the third. Your boyfriend trembled as you brought him down with slow, easy suckles around the head, happily drinking down his release. It tasted salty, but not enough to be gross, with the faintest hint of sweetness that you just knew was attributed to the pineapple juice he'd taken a liking to a year back.

"Fu-fuck," Legend's chest heaved as he watched you swallow his seed, looking very much like a man who had just seen the Goddess herself.

You licked your lips, feeling a bit shy under his gaze. "How was it?" the words spilled from your mouth before you could stop them, but you truly did want to know. You always wanted to make him feel good.

"It was amazing," Legend responded, voice deliciously breathy as he bent to plant a kiss on your forehead, one hand coming down to tenderly wipe a bit of cum from your cheek. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," you countered with a soft grin, and he rolled his eyes, patting the spot beside him. You happily stood up, idly stretching your sore joints before plopping down next to him, hands folded in your lap. They didn't stay that way for long, because he was suddenly pulling you into a deep kiss, uncaring of the taste on your tongue. "Mmph, Link–"

Legend's hands found your hips, kneading the soft flesh as your mouths melded together, unhurried and slow, just how you liked it. One hand crept up to cup your left breast, and you mewled when his mouth moved to ghost along the column of your neck. "You're incredible," he breathed into your flesh, leaving swathes of gooseflesh in his wake. "I mean it."

"I love you," you whispered through clenched teeth, because it was the only thing you could say. Because it was the only thing you would say. "Happy birthday, Link."

"You too, (Y/n)."

And he was kissing you again, hands roaming your back in search of the hidden zipper. Once located, he slowly tugged it down, dragging the calloused tips of his fingers down the curve of your spine as he went, eliciting shiver after shiver from your poor body. Your arms wrapped around his upper back, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his head, gently tugging at the blonde strands to coax a rumbled groan from his chest.

Legend's head dipped to the crook of your neck and shoulder, sucking a deep bruise into the soft skin. You gasped softly when he delivered a playful nip to the affected flesh, the prick of his teeth sending shockwaves down to your very soaked core, which only grew more wet when several fingers bushed against the tail lodged inside you, toying with the furry addition. "Oh!"

"Is this alright?" he asked against your shoulder, and your heart swelled at the genuine concern in his tone.

"Mhm," you confirmed, shivering anew when the touches grew more serious, until he pulled it from you entirely with a lewd squelch. You hissed a breath through your teeth when a finger circled the rim of your ass, dipping in easily due to the lube. "Ah, Link–"

"It's okay," he hummed softly, moving up to kiss the shell of your ear, tongue darting out to lick the tip. "Tell me if it's too much."

Unlikely, but if he insisted. You had played around with that hole a few times before, though Legend was always sure to confirm that you were okay with it and not trying to mindlessly please him. While you didn't quite understand the concept, you were happy that he was checking, even if it got a bit silly, at times. A low groan left you when he added a second finger, slowly scissoring them against your walls. "Oh, Goddesses–"

Legend's lips found yours as his fingers worked, only replacing them with the plug when you began to shift your hips, grinding your wet core against his knee, a thin layer of slick coating the exposed skin. You whimpered at the action, and downright moaned when your swollen nub of a clit inadventatly grazed his knee bone. Fuck, that felt good. "Please, I need–!"

"I know," he soothed, gently dragging the bodysuit down to pool at your hips, revealing your skin to his half-lidded gaze. His head dipped down to mouth hickeys on the tops of your breasts, while your fingers returned to his hair, weaving into the soft blonde strands. "I got you."

"Y-Yeah?" You panted, feeling unfairly warm despite the chill of the outside weather. Legend nodded, laving his tongue over your right breast before delivering a tender bite. When you yelped, he pressed a soft kiss to the affected area. "Ah!"

When he was satisfied, Legend pressed more kisses to your chest, moving lower and lower with each passing second. Your grip on his hair tightened, drawing a soft hiss from the man, and you quickly loosened, murmuring apologies. He kissed your belly in response, hands trailing down your supple sides, passing over your ribs and eventually settling atop your hips, right where the fabric of the bodysuit was bunched. "Can I...?"

"Please," you breathed, core tightening with anticipation, and he didn't hesitate to yank the damp fabric down your legs, throwing it to the wayside before settling back between your legs. You scooted so that your back was flush against the armrest of the couch, thighs spread wide.

"You're gorgeous," he said as soon as you were situated, leaning down to press the gentlest of kisses to your clit, eliciting a soft gasp. You waited for the next action, which would either be a long, flat lick up the length of your cunt or a trail of bites down your thigh, but neither came. In fact, he seemed a bit nervous. "Actually, could we...?"

Your face flushed when he laid on his back, hands raised expectantly. This was new, but you found yourself liking it. "Are you sure?" you asked, not wanting to crush him, especially with so much of your weight on his head and neck.

"Mhm," he confirmed, a bit shifty-eyed, yet still sincere. It wasn't often that he proposed new ideas in the bedroom, and you about to discourage his attempts, so you hesitantly scooted forward so that your hips were parallel with his face, hovering a few inches in the air while your hands planting themselves on his chest for stability.

Legend's breath ghosted over your core and you shuddered. "How do you–?"

"Just sit," he encouraged, hands applying gentle pressure to your thighs in an attempt to coax you down. "Like a chair."

You felt your brows furrow. Was that even safe, having that much pressure on those areas? Goddesses, you did not want to explain to the paramedics why he had broken his neck or skull if this went wrong. "But won't that–?"

"It's safe, don't worry," he interjected softly, tongue darting out to skim the barest edges of your folds, drawing a garbled moan from your chest. "Trust me, okay?"

"I am trusting you," you huffed, though you relented quickly when he tugged at your thighs, tone almost pleading.

"Please? Don't I get one birthday wish?"

You snorted, still hovering. "You're going to use your birthday wish to get me to sit on your face?"

"Yes," there was no hesitation from your boyfriend, and you found yourself laughing, all traces of nerves melting away as the sound rang through the house.

"Fine, fine," you relented. "But if it hurts or you need air, you tell me, okay?"

"Yes, dear," said Legend in a tone that made you want to (gently) smack him. The bastard was teasing you, but your irritation soon melted away when he leaned up, sealing his mouth around your pussy, and used the suction to drag you down a few inches. You went with a hissed breath, aided by the hands kneading into the flesh of your thighs, coaxing you to settle atop his face. "There you go," he mumbled, sending shockwaves through your folds. "Good?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak, so you nodded with an affirming noise, fingers digging slightly into his chest as you fought to stay upright in the face of the onslaught of pleasure. A low groan rumbled from your boyfriend's chest, his tongue sliding against your core like it belonged there. You bit your lip, eyeing his erection, which stood tall and proud, a bit of pre leaking onto the semi-defined muscles of his abdomen, and desire won out. You wrapped a shaky hand around the hard length, earning a muffled moan against your sex and a gentle bite to the crease of your inner thigh and hip, a warning that had your toes practically curling.

Legend's tongue slicked up and down, alternating between long, slow strokes to short, deft flicks that made your core burn with arousal. Your hips rocked–slowly, at first–as you ground yourself against his face, your nails imprinting thin white streaks across his skin. He didn't seem to mind, if the soft groans and appreciative sucks to your clit were any indication. Your voice rose, ringing through the room, and a hand detached from your thigh to cup one of your breasts, thumb flicking over your nipple until it grew hard enough to cut glass.

You responded by gripping his cock harder, beginning to pump the slick appendage in an attempt to give back what you were getting. It was his birthday, damnit!

His mouth moved to latch onto your nub once more, and your hips faltered. "Oh, fuck," you moaned unabashedly, back arching as molten heat swept through your core, igniting every nerve in your body. It was simultaneously too much and not enough. Your core clenched around nothing, and you would have felt embarrassed had his tongue not chosen that exact moment to dip between your folds, softly circling your entrance before worming inside, dragging deliciously against your inner walls. Your moans rose in pitch as your hands scrabbled at his chest, looking for something–anything–to ground yourself with.

Legend hummed, fondling your breast with purpose, intent on feeling you cum from his mouth alone. Sweat beaded on your brow when his tongue grazed that spongey spot within you, sending shockwaves up your spine, ricocheting against every little corner of your body. Your heart pounded like a drum in your heaving chest, just as a coil began to form in your belly. "Link," you whined, wishing you could grab his hair to pull him closer, but you settled with stroking him as best you could in your addled state. "Please, baby, 'm close–"

"I know," his voice, gruff from effort, vibrated deliciously against your center. The hand on your breast moved down to rub your achy clit, while the one on your thigh caught your own hand, holding it in a tender embrace. "Cum for me, love."

You did just that, wailing your release to the ceiling as it crashed down on you like a rogue waves, zings of pleasure swirling up your spine as your lower body threatened to buckle. Your thighs trembled impressively as your boyfriend worked you through it, lapping at your oversensitive folds until you were sure you were going to lose your mind. "Ah, Link, fuck, it's t-too much–!"

His mouth immediately popped off, though not before delivering one last lave to your poor clit. You hissed at the sensation, body practically folding in half as you collapsed onto his chest. "Oh my Hylia," you breathed when your lungs finally began cooperating again. "That was..."

"Delicious," Legend said, and you could just hear the smirk in his tone.

"Shut up," you groaned, regaining a bit of your lost composure. You rose, shifting your hips so that you were sitting on his abdomen, facing him. Legend sat up on his elbows, ears perked with interest, and his cock pressed hotly against the curve of your ass. "Do you want to keep going?"

At your question, he sat up fully, arms wrapping around your back and pulling you close. "What do you think?" Legend asked softly, head dipping to suck at one of the marks on your neck. You hummed, one hand weaving through his hair and tugging, encouraging him to meet your lips in a sweet kiss.

When you broke apart, panting softly, you grinned: "I love you."

Your boyfriend's eyes glimmered with adoration, and his grip tightened, inadvertently pushing your hips back against his straining dick. Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a low, needy moan, and you were fairly sure you could have cum untouched from the sound alone. "Please," he said in a tone that sounded suspiciously close to begging. "I want to feel you."

"How do you want it?"

Legend's face flushed, and you had to physically force yourself not to chuckle. It had taken a good few years to get him fully comfortable with expressing his desires in the bedroom, and, by Hylia, were you glad his only reservations now seemed to be a misplaced sense of embarrassment. For the Goddess' sake, you had dressed in a rabbit costume for his birthday, so you doubted anything he wanted would shock you. Still, you were happy to wait patiently, hands moving to his shoulders to knead the tense muscles.

"On top," he finally blurted, blush illuminating his cheeks. "Please."

"As you wish, Sir Bunny," you grinned, plating a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. Just because you were the one dressed up didn't mean that you couldn't have a bit of fun.

Your boyfriend didn't have time to laugh before you grabbed his length, giving it a few good pumps before angling the head against your dripping entrance and sinking down. The slide was easy, aided by the copious fluids, and the stretch was something that had your thighs trembling harshly, which only made the friction that much sweeter. A hand gripped your hip, softly guiding the process, but you hardly needed it, moaning long and loud when your hips met with a filthy squelch. "Ah– Link!"

Legend's breath shuddered against the shell of your ear. He nipped the cartilage, earning a soft gasp, before his hand entangled in your own hair, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You opened your month on instinct, allowing his tongue to explore to his heart's content. He was a former adventurer, after all. "Fuck," he breathed, fingers sinking into the flesh of your hip. "You feel so good. 'M not gonna last much longer."

"Me neither," you panted back, your previous activities leaving you more high-strung than a power line. You broke apart, whimpering when he sucked more marks down the column of your neck, occasionally scraping his teeth against tender, trembling skin. Your hips rose on their own accord, only stopping when the head of his dick was just barely within the warmth of your walls. Legend whined lowly, and you sank back down, practically mewling at the stretch.

You continued to move, finding a breakneck pace that had your thighs burning from exertion, though you rather liked it, a sense of urgency broiling in your gut as your boyfriend moaned beneath you, too far gone to bother muffling his noises. His thumb slipped between your legs to help you along, the rough pad stimulating your overstimulated clit until you could hardly think, hips moving up and down as if they had a mind of their own. "F-Fuck," your name fell from Legend's kiss-swollen lips, the look in his half-lidded eyes so full of need that you could have died happy. "Can I– inside?"

"Yes," you responded without missing a beat, a bit surprised by how hot the idea sounded. The thought of him painting your walls white drove you wild. Your hands dragged down his back as you slammed yourself down on him, the head of his cock jamming that one spot within you. "Link, I need you!"

Legend yanked you in for a kiss, and your orgasm hit like a freight train, with your vision actually whiting out for a second as waves of pleasure wracked through your poor, oversensitive body, threatening to tear you apart at the seams. You were dimly aware of the chocked sob escaping your throat, followed by scalding warmth as Legend's cum filled you, thick and slick. The hand in your hair tightened, keeping you in place to meet the slight roll of his hips, prolonging your pleasure until there was nothing left.

After what felt like an eternity, you parted, panting like you had run a marathon. You met his gaze through your lashes, forcing yourself to breathe as the fog of arousal began to recede, leaving you boneless and satisfied. Legend's face was flushed a deep red, the color swooping down to paint his shoulders and chest. He was so beautiful, even while flushed, sweaty, and covered in fluids, still half-hard inside you.

"Wow." You breathed.

"Yeah."

Legend smiled weakly, and you took the opportunity to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing soft circles over his flesh. Your lips met, and it was as perfect as you wanted. When you parted, there was a new, more coherent expression on his face: nervousness.

You blinked, concern etched across your face. "Honey, are you--?"

"Marry me," he blurted, and the world stopped. Your mouth actually fell open, jaw slack as you processed his words. You had always assumed he was fine with dating–it wasn't like you needed a piece of paper and fancy ceremony to prove you loved each other–but yet...

"Oh my goddesses," you breathed, and his face fell a bit.

"I'm sorry," he said in a tone that made you wanna to throw up. "I should have waited– you can pretend I never–"

Your heart actually withered and you struggled to correct the situation. "NO. No. Um. Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!"

"You will?" the light returned to his eyes and every nerve in your body rejoiced when his hold tightened around you, betraying his bolstering excitement. Blue eyes glimmered. "You mean it?"

"Mhm," you nodded, injecting as much sincerity as you could in your response. "Let's get married, Link."

He kissed you, and it was everything you could have asked for; not needy or hungry, but soft, tender, a joining as old as time itself.

It was everything.

He was everything.

"I love you," Legend spoke when you broke apart, holding you to his chest like he was scared of letting go. "So much. Thank you."

You locked gazes with him and smiled. "I love you too."

You may not have been the best with remembering birthdays, but now, you had the rest of your life to make it up to him.

As you can see, I'm taking my ES/Bio major very seriously in these fics.

The ending is a bit rushed, but I'll come back and edit it tonight <33

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader smut #lu legend x reader #modern au #Legend takes his job very seriously #Also what's up with him and Maurice 👀#Sounds like the stuff of /legend/#i'll see myself out now #he's the Gordon Ramsey of the rock world your honor #lu smut

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