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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 19: Wild x Reader(GN) - A Deserved Rest

Summary: Wild has been searching high and low for a way to get Zelda back. With all his hard work, he deserves a time of rest and enjoy his time with you.

Word count: 1,621

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You had known Link since he moved into the little house across the bridge in Hateno, giving him a warm welcome home. Your grandparent knew Link when they were children, Link living in the same house with his parents. Your grandparent had heard of the Shrine of Resurrection and made it their job to make sure that the house Link grew up in stayed ready for him when he woke. It became your job and you did your best with it.

You watched over his property while he was gone for weeks doing hero stuff and you admired him for how dedicated he was with the burden he was given. He needed one less thing to worry about and you did that for him.

One of those times that you were in his house while he roamed the country, you cleaned up the place a bit, inside and out. Exhausted, you fell asleep on his bed, telling yourself it was only an hour. It wasn't…

You slept until it was dark, distant thunder waking you. You startled at the realization, then startled again when you saw Link sitting in his chair near the bed. You bolted up, apologizing profusely for your actions. He only smiled and told you that you were always welcome in his house and in his bed.

You didn't think you heard him correctly at first or think that he was that blunt with things, but when he stood with eyes locked with yours, you sat back down on the edge of the bed. “How long have you been here while I was asleep?”

“Long enough to hear you say my name over and over while dreaming.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, asking, “Wanna tell me what it was about?”

You couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks or how they became more red as you looked at the outline of his hardened cock. Being the type of person to act more so on impulses, like him, you grabbed the belt that went around his hips, pulling him closer. He gave a delighted hum as if hoping you would show instead of tell.

You had stripped him of the belts, unlaced his trousers, yanked everything down to get to the object that had been filling your dreams, taking it in your mouth. That was the first of many encounters like that and you looked forward to every single one of them.

When the princess was saved and brought to Hateno to live, you felt welcomed by her. She seemed rather attached to Link and he to her. When asked, Link told you that she needed someone she could trust after so many years tucked away and that he felt a duty to help her adjust to her new life and that she would never mean anything to him in the way you did. You were suspicious of that, but he was true to his word. After a few months of traveling to reacquaint the princess with the other races of Hyrule, Link came back to you and moved in with you, giving her majesty a place of her own until she became queen.

Then the Upheaval happened and both Link and the princess went missing for months. You were relieved to see Link again, thinking the worst had happened to him.

You wanted this time to be different for him when it came to being the hero. Last time he had you, but it didn’t compare to how you thought it should have been. So when Link said he built a new house and wanted it to be a home for the both of you, you vowed to make the home a place of rest and not a place of anxiety over the princess. You were going to take care of him.

“Ooooh no you don’t! Shower, clean clothes, sleep and eat is the only thing you are doing today Mr. Hero of Hyrule.”

“I could just go to a shrine if I wanted to.”

“No. Now get going to the shower.” You swatted at him to get going to the small bath house around the back of the house.

He pouted, getting closer to you. “But I took a rain shower yesterday.”

Huffing you corrected him. “That is not the same thing and you know it.”

He kept pushing. “I need to go see Teba toni-”

“All you are seeing is the inside of your eyelids, one way or another. You have been non-stop for weeks and everyone knows it. Take at least one day for yourself to rest and recover. You deserve that.”

“Okay okay.” he laughed. "What if I wanna see more than just that?” He was looking at your rear, only covered by an undergarment. You threw the ladle in hand at him, making both of you laugh harder.

You cleaned all his weapons, shields, clothes before moving onto taking care of his beloved Epona. The sweet girl was easy to work with. Back inside, you started preparing dinner and something sweet. As the foods cooked, you restocked supplies for Link. He was always running out.

Busy portioning out meals for him on the road you didn’t hear Link come down the steps or get behind you until his arms were circling around you, chin on your shoulder. He hummed a sleepy “Hi”, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Hi to you too. How are you feeling now?” Link had been asleep for over eight hours.

“Hungry.” When wasn’t he?

“You can eat when I am done separating the food.”

Link’s hands laid on your hips, dipping into your trousers. His right hand that was replaced during his few months sleep was a bit cooler, giving a contrast of temperatures. The nails on that said hand scraped upward on soft skin, giving you goosebumps. “What if I am hungry for something else?”

You could already feel yourself getting aroused just from the little bit he was doing and saying. You must have been more deprived of his touch than you thought. You took a steady breath, closing your eyes to pay attention to his warmth against you. “And what would this something else be?”

His left hand stroked you as his right went to your entrance, nails threatening to hurt you if you moved wrong. It was his way of controlling your movements. “Something tall and oh so sweet.” His right fingers worked their way inside you as he described your body out loud.

You moaned out his name as fingers thrusted in and out of you, other hand still stroking. You were losing against his menstruation and wanted to give into it. “L-Link… I’m close.”

Link stopped and removed himself from inside you. “I’m going to take off your trousers and when they are off, lift one leg onto the counter for me.” You give a nod.

The cold air of the house had you shivering, but you still did as he asked. Leg up, you wait for his move. You jumped when his mouth kissed your rear, going inward to your entrance. He spread you open, tongue pushing inside.

You grabbed the edge of the counter so you didn’t fall and you would if he wasn’t holding you in place. His tongue did wonders, but you wanted something else of his. “Link please.” You wiggled in the most teasing way with his mouth still on you.

His right hand slides up your spine slowly until he has it on the back of your neck, pressing you forward and down. You loved when he held you down like this, making you obey. The sound of clothes being tossed without a care made you bite your lip. It was one step close to what you were wanting.

A thick cock head rubbed circles around your entrance and you wanted to growl at how torturous the anticipation was. He knew what he was doing, how the waiting would make your neediness rise. He too slowly pressed into you, giving you only enough at a time to keep you begging.

He stopped all motion when he was flush with you and it took everything in you to not move more than enough to adjust to the feeling. Feeling his stuttering breath on your back said that he was struggling too. “How do you want this?” He asked in a lust tone.

“Hard and fast.” tumbled out without thinking. Link didn’t hesitate to start ramming into you full force, thrusts quick and hard. You were more sensitive from the waiting he made you do and you already had tears at the corners of your eyes, voice high pitched, nearly a scream. Anyone going by the house was going to get an earful of how fantastic their hero felt as he fucked you with everything he could offer.

Your leg slipped out the counter, but it didn’t matter, Link wasn’t going to stop. His hand reached around to force you to climax and you actually did scream out as your body seized up with the intense please. Link still didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until he knew you couldn’t take anymore and that alone was his satisfaction. He could have ended then and been fine, but you felt too good around him, squeezing tight like a vise and he came.

He pulled you upright so your back was to his chest, asking, “Are you doing okay?” He was panting against your neck, holding you tight.

“More…”

“Neither of us are leaving this house until we have had enough of each other.” Three days…It was three days before you two couldn’t move any more and had to stop the intense bedroom activities

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fushiguro-megloomy · 9 months

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Village Girl

Summary: You live a simple life in hateno. When the hero Link arrives he catches lots of eyes, including yours. But a knight like him would never show any intrest in a simple village girl. Would he?

a/n: This is my first published smut, idk how i feel about it! ۹⌤_⌤۹ hope you enjoy!!! xxo // photos are not mine, check masterlist description for header & banner credits

word count: Just under 7k!

tags: f village! reader x botw! Link

warnings: 18+!! unedited and not proofread, p in v, heavy smut, unprotected sex, swearing, public masturbation, porn with plot

As the sun bathed the village of Hateno in a warm glow, you went about your daily routine at the inn. It was a slow day, the usual patrons scarce. Resting your elbows on the counter, you sighed softly, your gaze drifting outside the inn's windows to the charming village streets. The sight of familiar faces passing by, engaged in their daily activities, brought a sense of comfort. But today, something seemed different.

A hushed excitement rippled through the inn as whispers and murmurs fluttered among the other girls working alongside you. Curiosity piqued, you turned your attention towards them, catching snippets of conversation and quick glances shared with wide-eyed wonder.

"What's going on?" you asked, your voice blending with the collective hum of anticipation.

With a mischievous smile, one of the girls leaned closer, barely containing her excitement.

"You won't believe it! The Hero Link has arrived in our humble village."

A mix of awe and curiosity flooded your being. The tales of the hero's courage and legendary deeds had always captivated your imagination. They had become the stuff of legends whispered around campfires, inspiring hope and admiration in the hearts of many.

Unable to curb your curiosity, you joined your fellow inn workers by the window, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of the hero. Outside, a small crowd had gathered, their eyes fixed on a figure dressed in the blue attire of a true Hyrule champion.

His presence exuded a quiet confidence, his gaze focused yet gentle.

Link possessed a rugged charm that was impossible to ignore. His tousled blond hair framed a face that seemed chiseled by adventure, his piercing blue eyes reflecting a wisdom earned through countless battles. His strong jawline only added to his allure.

You couldn't help but admire his captivating appearance, even as a thought whispered in the depths of your mind, wondering what it might be like to be with someone like that. But as quickly as that daydream crept in, you brushed it aside, returning your focus to the inn and your duties.

As the evening settled in, the inn's tavern came alive with a vibrant energy. The scent of hearty meals wafted through the air, mingling with the lively chatter of patrons enjoying their drinks. You carried on bussing tables, ensuring that every guest was well taken care of.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the knight entering the inn. His presence seemed to bring a subtle shift in the atmosphere, drawing the attention of those around him. You continued your tasks, but a part of you couldn't help but steal glances in his direction.

As Link approached the main counter to secure a room for the night, you watched as one of your coworkers, eager to catch the hero's attention, put on her most alluring smile. She leaned forward slightly, attempting to catch his attention with her charm and beauty. Her flirtatious tone filled the air, laced with subtle hints of seduction.

You couldn't deny a pang of mild envy, although you were sure her efforts were futile. After all, why would someone like Link pay any mind to a village girl when he was surrounded by countless tales of heroines and princesses? After a few moments you went to steal another glance at the gorgeous man, yet he was already gone from sight. A slight disappointment settled over you, but you pushed it aside focusing on your work once again.

A few days pass as you fall back into balancing your work at the inn with the quiet moments of solace in Hateno Village. The mornings found you at the town shops, exchanging pleasantries with the owners and acquiring the necessary supplies for the inn. With your duties complete on your days off, you relished the freedom of the village, indulging in moments of leisure. Although this was not the town of your birth, it had grown to be home, rather than the one that had been ravaged by the calamity. The beauty of the ponds and the enchanting views from the hilltops became your sanctuaries over the years, offering refuge from the demands of daily life.

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over Zelkoa Pond. You had currently settled yourself on the far edge, a spot that afforded you a sense of seclusion as nobody else in the village tended to wander there. You cherished these quiet moments, finding a calm in the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the soft rustling of the large tree above you. It was in these peaceful moments that your mind occasionally wandered back to the enchanting hero, Link. Although he was known to be silent from the burden of his adventures, the image of his striking features, his confident stride, and the hints of exposed skin beneath his garments stirred desire within you. Over the time he stayed at the village your eyes met Link's on brief occasions, and you couldn't help but notice the seemingly indifferent demeanor he carried. His gaze, locked in determination, rarely lingered on yours, quickly returning to the pressing matters before him. It was as if the hero's attention was forever drawn to the needs of others, leaving little room for distractions. Each time a mixture of emotions washed over you. A rush of heat flooded your cheeks, betraying the intensity of your feelings.

It was both exhilarating and disheartening, as the stolen moments of eye contact left you yearning for more, while also reminding you of the perceived distance between your worlds. The village girl and the legendary hero—a contrast of ordinary and extraordinary. A chasm that seemed insurmountable, fueling the notion that any thoughts of desire were mere fantasies. Yet, despite this understanding, the fluttering sensations in between your legs persisted, a testament to the raw and unspoken attraction you felt. As the daydreams stirred within your mind, a wave of heat washed over you, leaving your body tingling. It was as if a spark had been ignited, kindling to the newfound desire that pulsed through your veins. The image of Link, so tightly wound by the weight of his responsibilities, filled your thoughts, and an overwhelming urge to offer him a bit of stress relief took hold.

Biting your lip, you allowed your imagination to roam freely, quickly looking around to make sure there was nobody in sight before slipping a hand under the soft fabric of your dress. Your greedy thoughts have already left your pussy slick and you let out a sigh of pleasure as your fingers begin to tease your own clit. It wasn't the first time you’d taken advantage of the secluded edge of town, so you didn't think twice about squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a soft moan, picturing the hero's sculpted form. Sliding your fingers further down you gently prod between your folds before bringing the slick back up to your now engorged clit, rubbing circles at a quickened pace. You let out another choked out moan as your hips grind up into your hand.

“Mm ah- Link” You whined, back arching slightly as you continued your assault on yourself, until the sound of someone clearing their throat ripped you from your trance. Your head whipped towards the sound like a deer caught in headlamps, legs clamping shut as you jolted upwards with a yelp.

“goddess!”

To your horror you saw the hero himself standing a few feet away, he was obviously trying to avoid catching your gaze, expression still flat as ever, but the blush lighting up his cheeks made it obvious he had heard his name. He was carrying a rice harvest down from the fields on the hilltops above, you’d never thought he would take this path back down to the village. You remained frozen for what feels like eternity, an awkward silence filling the air before jumping to your feet, apologies and excuses spilling from your mouth like word vomit. He continued to avoid your gaze, looking anywhere else as you nearly tripped over yourself collecting your things hurriedly. Not paying much mind to your disheveled appearance you glance sheepishly his way once more offering one final apology before scurrying off towards the village, silently cursing yourself the entire way.

Breathless, you hurriedly made your way through the door of the inn, relief flooding your senses. The lingering flush of embarrassment still burned your cheeks, a reminder of the intimate and mortifying encounter that consumed you moments before.

Avoiding eye contact with anyone in the common area, you navigated through the inn with haste, desperate to retreat to the privacy of your permanent room. The door closed behind you with a thud, the sound echoing in your ears. Leaning against the door, you took a moment to steady your racing heart, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath leaving you feeling both vulnerable yet exhilarated? Thinking back upon that last glance at the hero before fleeing, the memory of the blush on Links cheeks caused your stomach to dance, and you could have sworn you saw the crotch of his pants grow tight. As you sank onto the edge of your bed, you pushed everything aside and closed your eyes, allowing the sensations and images to flood your consciousness once more. The touch of your hands upon Link's strong shoulders, the softness of your lips brushing against his, the exchange of heat and passion between your bodies—it all unfolded within the realm of your imagination. Though the rational part of you knew that these scenarios might forever remain confined to your dreams, you couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating pull of what could be. The flicker of hope ignited within you, tempting you to believe that the connection you felt, however fleeting or delusional, held the potential for something more.

Hours passed before you mustered up the courage to finally leave the confines of your room in search of a meal. By now night had settled in and the Inn had come to a lull, the perfect time to make your way to the kitchen. Passing by the front counter, you exchanged a polite smile with the girl tending to her duties. Her eyes carried the telltale signs of fatigue, a testament to the long hours of the night shift. You understood the struggle all too well, having spent many nights in the very same position. A sense of pity tinged your smile, acknowledging the shared experience of working late hours in a sleepy village.

You found Worten cleaning up the bar and kitchen, last call having ended not long before. He silently greeted you with a small smile. He and his wife Prima had both been workers at the inn back when you’d first arrived in the village years ago, and they had bought the inn when the last owner retired. The improvements they had made were wonderful, expanding to add private rooms and a dining area. As an employee and permanent resident of the inn you had full access to the back kitchen, which you were grateful for. There was a comfortable silence between you and Worten as you picked through the pantry.

Once you’d finished up your late night snack, Worten had already left, gone to bed as the hour grew late. With the dishes cleaned and neatly arranged, you took a moment to appreciate the kitchen's ambiance, the soft glow of lanterns lending an enchanting allure to the space. The hours had passed swiftly, and it was now time to make your way back upstairs to your room.

You gave another smile and nod to the girl manning the front desk as you passed by, making your way upstairs and turning down the narrow hallway towards your room. Your eyes trailed to your feet and the handwoven carpet lining the hall, but before you could reach your door you found yourself knocking into a hard chest, the warm smell of pine and hints of spice filled your nostrils as you tumbled back a step.

“Oop I’m so sorry I- Oh! ”

Your voice caught in your throat for a moment when your gaze lifted to meet a pair of steely blue eyes staring down at you. Link. Of course. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you struggle to make eye contact. The moments seemed to stretch as you stumbled over your words, the heat in your cheeks intensifying with each passing second. You tried to edge around Link, but his steady presence prevented any escape, leaving you feeling both flustered and trapped between him and the wall. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through you, and his close proximity made it difficult to focus on anything else. His musk enveloped your senses, further disarming you. It was as if the world around you had faded, leaving only the intensity of the moment shared with the Silent Hero. As you struggled to regain your composure, your attempts at addressing him were met with silence. The weight of that silence hung heavy in the air, leaving you feeling even more on edge. Your thoughts raced, and you mentally scolded yourself for the way your words had stumbled out of your mouth.

Finally, you managed to steady your voice, though it still quivered slightly

“I-I didn't think anybody else would be awake, I do apologize Link- Erm- Sir! I was just, uh- g-going back to my room.”

The internal facepalms continued, and you wished for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly out of your depth. The image of the hero you had admired from afar was now before you, and the reality of the encounter was nothing like the daydreams that had filled your mind.

But despite your self-consciousness, Link remained composed, his expression unreadable. It was as if he was observing you, taking in your every word as your big doe eyes bored up into his. His silence only heightened your nervousness, leaving you uncertain of how to proceed.

As you fidgeted, unsure of what to say next, the corners of Link's lips quirked up ever so slightly. His eyes darted momentarily down the hallway, as if ensuring that the two of you were indeed alone in this intimate encounter. The realization that he, too, sought solitude for this fleeting moment left you breathless, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

And then, in a gesture both unexpected and daring, his warm fingers gently touched against your hand. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a rush of electricity surge through your veins. The warmth of his touch contrasted with the coolness of the night air, leaving you feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.

His fingers traced a delicate path up your arm, and with each feather-light touch, a trail of goosebumps emerged in its wake. You swallowed hard and your breath caught in your throat, you were frozen in place, unsure of how to respond to this electrifying intimacy.

Slowly his fingers reached the top of your arm, momentarily breaking contact to push the loose tendrils of hair back behind your shoulder, before his fingers tentatively made their way back onto your skin, grazing your neck as his gaze returned to yours and the tension grew thick in the air. You held his gaze for what seemed like eternity, his eyes revealing a lustfulness he did not convey through words and his thumb padded at your collarbone.

Suddenly the temptation was too much to bear, and without thinking, you closed the distance between you, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him forward. Your lips met his in a hungry, all-consuming kiss. His body reacted, the hand that had been barely touching your neck moments ago now gripping your jaw, bringing you closer as his other arm snaked its way to your hips, pushing you further into the wall.

You hummed against him, reveling at the softness of his lips as your hands left his collar and began exploring his chest. The kiss grew more heated by the second, almost clumsy with desperation as Link pressed further into you, wedging one of his legs in between yours so his thigh was now pressed against your core. The new sensation elicited a gasp from you, and Link took the opportunity of your parted lips to run his tongue across yours.

You almost felt dizzy, moments ago you were headed to bed still slapping yourself on the wrist for being caught by Link earlier that day, now he had you pinned against the wall, coaxing out moans from within you as you were grinding yourself on his thigh. It was almost too much as he began to move his assault on your lips down your jaw, behind your ear, before burying his face in your neck with tender bites and kisses.

Your head lulled to the side, willingly exposing more skin for him to explore as you continued to grind your hips against his. You could feel his erection through his pants poking against your hip, which did nothing to help the growing wetness between your folds.

Just as Link pulled his lips away from your neck to catch you in another kiss the sound of voices broke you both from your heated trance. Your heart already pounding wildly in your chest amped up another notch as you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Worten must not have gone to bed like you’d originally thought, you could hear his familiar tone as he spoke with his wife.

Links eyes met yours with panic but before you knew what you were doing you were pushing him the rest of the way down the hall before shoving him through your bedroom door. You could see the top of Wortens' head beginning to crest over the top of the stairs just as you managed to slip inside and shut the door as quietly as possible.

Inside your room, when the footsteps of Worten and Prima had faded away the only sound to be heard was you and link trying to catch your breath. The adrenaline of being caught slowly subsided, your back now pressed against your own door with Link a few feet away. Meeting his gaze both of you couldn't help but laugh to yourselves, realizing the absurdity of the situation. Hearing the hero laugh, even for a moment, was mesmerizing. The close call with Worten and his wife had turned an intimate moment into a covert operation. Link's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn't believe how quickly you had managed to push him into the room, and he was genuinely impressed by your quick thinking. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile at the memory of guiding the hero away from prying eyes. It felt surreal to be in this situation with Link.

You lifted your gaze again to meet his as the quietness enveloped you, and the realization that of your newfound privacy sank in. You could still see the hunger in his eyes as they stared back at you.

Before you could think any further he was already in front of you again, hot breath tickling your face and strong hands weaving their way low on your hips. His eyes met yours before he looked to your lips, licking his own before looking back to your eyes, his silent way of asking for permission.

You lifted your chin eagerly in response, melding your lips back into his as they were before you'd been interrupted. This kiss started out almost gentle, one of links hands traveling to the small of your back and pulling you into him again as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You could swear you were getting drunk off his lips as the kisses grew deeper, sloppier. Your teeth knocked together clumsily from open mouthed kisses, tasting his hot breath as your fingers made their way to the buttons on his shirt. The two of you stumbled backwards towards the bed and he broke away from the kiss. His eyes were hooded with lust as he gave you one more chaste kiss before pushing you down on the bed, removing his now unbuttoned shirt. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, admiring him, his toned muscles and the different scars that decorated his body from battle.

He wasn't even fully naked yet and this was still by far better than any of the scenarios you'd played out in your head.

You could feel your arousal like a heartbeat between your legs. You didn't have much time to stare before he was crawling over you, lips crashing back down onto yours feverishly. You returned the kiss eagerly, hands running down his now bare chest. His hands began roaming your body, your hips, your waist, up further until his fingers were met with the buttons off your dress. Without pulling away from the kiss his fingers knotted where the buttons met their clasps, and before you could protest you heard the sound of fabric ripping apart.

The movement caused you to gasp and pull back from the kiss, but Link was unphased. His lips suctioned themselves to your neck surely leaving his mark as he gave the fabric another harsh pull, fully exposing your breasts to the cool air as buttons hit the floor and rolled away. He quickly dipped down to catch one of your now perked nipples between his lips and you let out a breathy moan.

You could've sworn you felt him smile against your skin, moving to focus his attention on your other nipple before moving his assault back to your neck. A whimper left your mouth and your nails dug into his bicep as his lips met with the sweet spot below your ear. He hummed in response. He was just as eager as you. Your hips were grinding upwards into his clothed cock, aching for some friction, and earning a groan of appreciation from the blonde above you. The sound was like music to your ears, and your confidence grew more.

You pushed him back, his eyes meeting yours with confusion before you gave him a cheeky smile, adjusting so he was now under you. You shed the rest of the torn fabric from your shoulders and let it shimmy off your hips before tossing it aside. The pale moonlight illuminated your features beautifully as Link looked onto you with awe. You still weren't wearing any underwear from when he’d caught you before. The sight was almost too much for him to bear, his blue eyes now cloudy with desire. It took all his control not to reach out and stroke your exposed clit, your own arousal shining with a wet gleam under the moonlight.

Link had noticed you the first day he stepped into the village, the curves of your body, your exposed cleavage, and your face. You were drop dead gorgeous. He couldn't help but picture that pretty face covered in his sticky seed. It all left him pining for more, catching glimpses whenever he could. But he had responsibilities to be fulfilled, and you were a distraction. It wasn't until he caught you moaning out his name in a public setting that broke the last branch of control. He’d never mention that he had spent the rest of the day keeping an eye out for you. That he was actually waiting for you when you were coming upstairs that night.

Not that he spoke enough to bring it up anyways.

You quickly moved your hands down to his trousers and began unbuttoning them, causing his hips to buck involuntarily. You grinned at him and he blushed, letting out a small groan. You knew he was pent up, and now it was time to help him with a little stress relief. Once you had his trousers undone he lifted his hips enough for you to wiggle them off his legs, sending them to land in a heap on the floor with the rest of the clothing.

Now sitting on top of the hero in nothing but his black boxers was truly a sight to see, his bulge much more apparent under the soft fabric. Your stomach twisted with excitement. Biting your lips you let your hands run down his stomach and over his bulge, before pulling back his underwear to expose his hardened cock.

A small breath hissed passed his teeth and his hands gripped at your thighs. His hands were calloused and rough but somehow soft at the same time, sending tingles up your skin. You almost felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of his exposed flesh, his dick was girthy and not too big, the tip a dark angry pink that begged for touch. A small bead of precum oozed out before spilling over.

You leaned back over the hero, hovering your lips over his for just a moment before sinking back into another epic kiss. One of his hands left your thighs and his fingers knotted into the hair at the back of your head, and you began moving your hips against his, yet careful not to let him inside just yet. His grip on you tightens and you moan into his mouth, dragging your swollen clit over his veiny cock, leaving it slippery with your own arousal.

A deep groan escapes low in Links chest at the sensation of your wet pussy grinding against him, his own hips pushing up against your own in unison. You let out another soft moan, body arching slightly as your hips move feverishly against his. The pleasure was intense, but you reminded yourself not to be selfish, that you wanted to treat the hero tonight. You lifted yourself off of Link and he moaned in protest, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don't worry, Hero. I am here for your pleasure.”

You whispered seductively before lowering yourself further, kissing his neck and leaving a few marks of your own, uncaring of who would see. He groaned in response. Nipping at his skin you sink lower, down his chest and peppering kisses over his stomach. He watched intently, with lidded, hungry eyes like a cat about to catch its prey.

Finally you wrap your hand around his length, doing a few preliminary strokes to warm him up even further. He’s heavy in your grip. His fingers curl into the sheets below him as he watches your hand, aching over how small your hand looks on his cock compared to his own. You swipe the precum off his tip as it mixes with your leftover juices, acting as a natural lube as you quicken your pace. Link's breathing becomes more ragged as you place a teasing kiss to his tip.

Looking at him once more you wrap your lips around him, relishing as he sucks in a sharp breath before an involuntary whine escapes his lips. You started slowly, letting your tongue work with gentle pressure before taking more of him into your mouth. Links head falls back against the sheets as his hips move up instinctively. The sight of him has you squeezing your thighs together, feigning for friction to return to your puffy clit, yet you forced yourself to refocus on his pleasure. Your head begins bobbing at a quicker pace now, elistating more moans to spill from Links mouth, one of his hands reaching up and finding its place in your hair.

You let him guide you, his fingers trembling slightly on your scalp as he brings your mouth further down his twitching cock. Your throat contracts around his wide girth, and your gag reflex threatens to act up as Link pushes you further down his length, but you manage to maintain control. His body contracts beneath you, tensing up with each movement. Saliva pools down the sides of his dick and he lets out a guttural moan as he bottoms out at the back of your throat, your nose brushing his pubic bone. Your heart swells with pride at the heroes reaction and it spurs you on. You continue at a smooth but messy pace, cheeks hollowing out in rhythm with Links hips.

His head was swimming at the sight of you, more like drowning. He couldn't even contain the strained whimpers and moans from spilling out of his lips. Your mouth was pure magic. His grip on your scalp loosened as his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your face. He wanted to see you, so pretty in between his legs as your eyes met his gaze through your wispy lashes.

You pulled back with a satisfying pop, another strand of spit clinging on before dribbling down your chin. His breathing is heavy, sweat dotting his brow. You stare at each other for a moment with ragged breathing before he lifts his hand to cup your chin, thumb whipping away the small river of drool.

You were about to return to work on him but he was quick in his movements, escaping your grip and rising off the bed. You let out a small whine of protest but are cut short when his lips press against yours once more. You sunk into the kiss, lips parting in welcome as his tongue probed for yours.

Suddenly you felt his arms around you, and the cushion of the bed fell away as you were lifted into the air. You let out a small squeak of surprise but held his kiss as he moved you towards the desk. The wood was cold against your skin as he sat you down but you hardly paid any attention, your hands flying back to steady yourself, sending papers and trinkets falling to the floor with a crash.

Links hand found your chest pushing you back so that you lay flat against the wood. Breathing heavily from the kiss you blush slightly, fully at his mercy. He holds your gaze for a moment before his eyes trail down your body. His palm leaves your sternum as his fingers make their way up the flesh of your breast to your sensitive nipple. You bite your lip to hold back a moan as his calloused fingers pinch the hard bud, twisting it lightly. It sends a tingle down your spine, a slight pain mixed with pleasure.

With one of his knees he moves your legs apart, pulling you closer. His movements are casual, almost lazy as his fingers brush down your chest and past your stomach.

You start to squirm desperate for his touch, painfully aware how close his cock is to your dripping cunt. He places a hand on one of your hips, his form grip enough to keep you still. His other hand continues to dance across your skin, playing near your thighs, your hip bones, teasing. He could watch you forever, your cheeks flushed, eyes needy, drinking in the view of your body and savoring the moment.

You let out another whine and look up at him with pleading eyes. He met your gaze and knew he couldn't deny you, or himself, much longer. Keeping a firm hold on your hip with one hand he let the other sink lower, letting his index finger feather its way over your swollen clit and earning a small cry from your lips. He leans over you, quickly stealing another kiss before running his finger between your folds, collecting the juices dripping from within you.

You continue to let out strained whimpers, itching for more yet relishing in each touch. Lust washed over you in waves. With his fingers now coated in slick he returned to your clit, gently prodding it before beginning to rub the pad of his thumb in gentle circles just barely teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. It was enough to make your head spin. A slew of curses spilled from your mouth, your hips desperately trying to buck and grind into his touch but held down in his iron grip.

Link licked his lip at the sight, humming in satisfaction before adding a bit more pressure as he continued to simply rub and tease your clit. It's so simple and yet he has you coming completely undone, writhing under his touch, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as your eyes roll back.

“Mmnn L-Link- Please-” Is all you manage to get out, your head lulling back and forth. He lets out a low chuckle, rubbing a few more slow teasing circles before plunging two fingers inside your heat, a cry escaping your lips at the sudden change in sensation. His fingers curl into you, plunging in and out at another slow and teasing pace. Each curl of his fingers were probing the spongy part deep within, you making your toes curl. Your legs tremble under him, another string of curses flying past your lips as he adds another finger, stretching out your pussy.

He leans down yet again, suppressing your cries with another kiss before pulling his fingers away as quickly as they entered, leaving you feeling empty. You whimper against his lips and he groans, unable to pull himself away from you.

He didn't realize how much he needed this, being on the road for so long with no release had him starved for touch. His grip on your hip loosens, his hands traveling up your body again before they catch your face cradling it as he deepened the kiss. You sunk into the intimate act, not caring that he was a stranger to you. It felt right, like you should've been doing this since he arrived.

With your lower half freed from his tight hold you began to wiggle your hips under him again, urging him forward, yearning for him to be inside of you. Somehow he pulled himself away from your lips, his gaze seeming almost animalistic, primal, as his eyes met yours.

He stands upright again, another oozing of precum smeared on your inner thigh. You bite your lip watching as he positioned himself before your entrance, his eyes meeting yours once more as he purposefully slid his tip through your sticky folds and nudged your clit. You whine once more holding his gaze with a near teary expression. He couldn't help but take a mental picture, your blown out pupils staring back at him, lips swollen from colliding with his own and legs spread eagerly, ready for his taking.

Without breaking eye contact he slowly slid his cock past your folds, both of you letting out a moan in unison as he bottomed out inside of you. You relished the way he stretched you out so well, and he paused for a moment letting you both adjust to the feeling. Although, if he was being honest with himself, it was also so he wouldn't blow his load right then and there. You watched as he steadied himself, one hand finding your left ankle gripping it firmly while the other pressed into your stomach.

He dragged his hips back before pushing back into you painfully slow once more nearly putting you into a frenzy, your walls clenching around him. Moaning out his name like a prayer, one of your hands laced with his over your stomach while the other gripped the edge of the desk again, nails digging into the wood.

Link let out a low rumbling moan from deep in his chest, eyes rolling back slightly as he started rocking into you at a slow but steady pace. He wasn't sure how he was going to keep it together. You were a whimpering mess underneath him, doing your best to move your hips in motion with his. The sight alone was enough to break his self control, his slow pace beginning to gain speed, rutting himself into you in the most delicious way. The way his hand pressed eagerly into your abdomen causing his pretty cock to hit all the right places.

The room was filled with your mindless babbling, his name spilling out from within you over and over, “fuck, fuck, Link- goddess, yes!” the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. You were lucky your room was at the far back of the Inn or else people would undoubtedly hear the salacious noises coming from inside.

As if he werent fucking you well enough already he pulled you up to a more seated position, arm curling around your back to hold you upright while keeping your back arched. The new position causes his rutting dick to reach new depths within you. You're near delirious, completely cock drunk as the coil in your stomach tightens. Your foreheads bump together, slick with sweat before his hand is threading itself back into your hair and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was messy, mostly tongue and teeth as both of you approached your climax.

Links thrusts were becoming sloppier, your slick walls squeezing him so well, but he was determined to make you finish first. With his free hand he slipped his fingers in the space between your bodies, finding your sensitive clit and rubbing those same slow and teasing circles as before. Your body convulsed against him, a strained sob ripping its way from your throat at the feeling of his teasing fingers mixed with the deep thrusts of his hips against yours.

It was too much to handle as you came undone around him. White heat seared through your body as you trembled against him, gushing around his cock and nails digging into whatever skin of his was closest. The noises coming from your mouth were downright obscene. It was all he needed to let go of his own release. His thrusts became clumsy, his head falling into your shoulder as he let out his own strained grunts and whines. His grip on your body tightened as his hips bucked into you frantically as he emptied his load into you, his own legs beginning to tremble slightly, barely able to keep himself upright.

You moved your hips with his, reeling at the sight of him until your bodies stilled against each other. Your chests heaved in unison, both of you just trying to catch your breath. After the air stilled, he pulled out of you, the empty feeling almost causing you to wince. His gaze lifted back up to yours and you couldn't help but blush, now feeling a bit exposed.

He offered a small smile, helping you slide off the desk and catching you by the waist as you wobbled slightly. A mixture of bodily juices dripped from between your legs, a small stream making its way down your inner thigh that caused your blush to deepen. You watch as Link quickly grabbed one of the garments from the floor, kneeling in front of you to gently clean you up. Your stomach was in knots seeing the handsome knight in such a position. Once Link was finished he stood before you again. He gently caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head upward as he leaned in. The anticipation sent a thrill through your body. His lips were warm and gentle against yours, and you melted into his touch, feeling a sense of completeness. The hunger in his eyes had transformed into a tenderness, and as the kiss lingered, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

You guided the hero back to the bed, both your bodies now exhausted as you landed on the mattress in a pile of tangled limbs. As you lay on the bed, the moon casting a gentle glow over the room, a sense of tranquility washed over you both. The excitement and intensity of the night had left you exhausted, but there was an undeniable contentment in being wrapped in each other's arms.

With your head resting on Link's chest, you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting and grounding sound amidst the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed you both. His fingers played tenderly with the loose strands of your now disheveled hair, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy and vulnerability in that simple gesture. It was a moment of stillness and connection, where the world outside seemed distant and unimportant. The room was filled with a warm silence, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing as you lulled to sleep.

As you slowly roused from sleep, the morning light filtering through the window, you couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness in the space beside you. The reality of Link's departure settled with disappointment in your mind, even though you knew deep down that it was inevitable. With a soft sigh, you stretched your body out, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. As you turned your gaze around the room, you noticed that your belongings had been tidied up, placed back on your desk with care. A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized that the hero's departure had been marked by a small act of thoughtfulness. Even though he had left, he had still taken the time to ensure that your things were neatly arranged—a silent gesture of tenderness.

But it was the single flower left on your nightstand that truly caught your attention. A simple blossom, delicate and beautiful, stood as a poignant reminder of the extraordinary night you had shared. It was a gift from the hero, a symbol of the connection that had blossomed between you.

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yanderemommabean · 11 months

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I’m gonna be honest. I want the reader to be the first person Ganondorf has had sex with in 10,000 years and it feels so good he gets pussy drunk.

Has to bend you over the table after breakfast because he can't help himself. Gets hard just from hearing you moan when you stretch or feeling you tug his hair a bit too hard when brushing it.

Dude salivates thinking about the sweat dripping down your body from the desert heat, wanting to lick it up while stroking his cock lazily. Thinks you sitting on his face is heaven but so is having you on your back with your legs on his shoulders as he takes what he wants and gives you a pleasurable torture.

Likes to fuck his own sloppy seconds, watching your small body twitch and writhe while trying to process the fuck session that had just occurred, flushed and wrecked, makes him ready to go again in no time.

And all you can do when he wants more is try to crawl away,but he just grabs your ankle and easily pulls you back for more.

Can you really complain though?

-Mommabean

#yandere lemons #yandere smut #mommabean #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere ganondorf #yandere legend of zelda #yandere totk

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ifangirlalot · 3 months

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➶ botw/totk!𝓵ink x 𝓯𝓮𝓶!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝕹𝕾𝕱𝖂 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 | afab!reader, oral (masc/fem receiving), penetration, (kinda?) public sex, link's kinda a pervert idk

Love Note From Zee ; ;

the results are in! you guys voted for link nsfw headcanons and i shall deliver! had so much fun with this (and i absolutely did NOT get horny while writing this, i literally don't know what you're talking about, i'm SO normal about him wdym)

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「 ✦ You know that whole thing about it ALWAYS being the quiet ones? Yeah, Link is the prime example of that. 」

「 ✦ Mans has a lot of pent up frustrations after being asleep for an entire century, so needless to say, your sex life is pretty damn active. It's either he sets the entirety of Hyrule on fire or he gets his dick wet in some way or another, you pick. 」

「 ✦ Link is a MAJOR whimperer. Especially if he's getting head? Ugh, he can't stop whimpering. It's only gonna get worse if he's being praised DURING the ravishing. 」

A plethora of whimpers spilled between the knight's lips as his tip was treated to the tip of [Name]'s tongue swirling and pressing against it. Link's hips bucked upward desperately, needing more. "I'm so proud of you, Link. You're doing so good, you deserve this and so much later for all the work you've been doing for this whole kingdom." [Name] would whisper in between bobs on his length. Link could hardly stand it. He pushed his hips forward once more, trying not to cum on the spot from all the praises he was getting and the feel of her tongue on his dick. He let out a sound that was a mix of a whimper and a grunt as his lover's mouth lowered down his shaft once more.

「 ✦ He's also a bit of a pervert. Naturally, Link's pretty nosy. Constantly reading people's diaries and stealing their shit, but with you, it's so much worse and so much more personal. 」

「 ✦ He likes to snoop through your clothes, especially your underwear, while you're sleeping at night since he doesn't really feel the need to sleep and gets bored. 」

While [Name] was sleeping on their side, sleeping off a full day of journeying through the Hyrulian countryside, Link was hidden behind a bush with his trousers undone and a pair of frilly underwear clutched in his hand. He fisted at his length, a series of slow, soft pleasured noises bubbling out of his throat. Normally, he much preferred having your hands jerking him off, but you were sleeping right now and he didn't want to wake you. But he just couldn't wait. Your underwear was coated in your scent and he could barely stand it. Besides, the soft fabric of your undergarments around his cock was almost a good enough substitute.

「 ✦ When it comes to fucking, Link is pretty wild with it, as he is with everything else. He's very fast and desperate with his movements. He gropes at your breasts and your hips and leaves love bites and hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. 」

「 ✦ His favorite position is mating press. Not necessarily because he wants to breed you, but rather because he just really liked having your legs propped up on his shoulders. Plus, it gives him more thrusting room. 」

「 ✦ Very enthusiastic head giver as well. He's fast and desperate with that, too. His tongue is working extra hard, pushing as deeply into you as he possibly can, and his lips suck at your clit like he's trying to get the last bit of pudding out of a snack pack. A true pussy glutton! 」

The wind carried Link's desperate-sounding whimpers to your ears as he held your thighs against his shoulders as he pressed his face into your pussy. His tongue darted in and out, lapping up any form of fluid he could pull from your body. His lips sucked at your swollen, abused bud as if he was trying to pull loose the last bit of liquid through a straw, Your fingers tangled into his blonde hair and tugged at it as your chest heaved. He looked so cute down there between your legs, eating you out like your pussy was his favorite meal. Which honestly, it probably was.

「 ✦ Lots and lots and lots of sex outside. Granted, you're never around people when you fuck, but you're in the middle of a field, so honestly, you've probably been caught fucking by a very embarrassed villager at least two or three times. 」

「 ✦ Not that Link really cares, though. He's completely fucking shameless, that boy. 」

#💭 ۫⠀HEADCANON.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#link loz #link #botw link #totk link #link x reader #botw link x reader #totk link x reader #link smut #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda

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syndxlla · 11 months

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best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward, and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between BOTW and TOTK.

Heavily inspired by my Zelink thoughts

I wanted to dig into the dirty, grimly reality of being the saviors of the world and not knowing how to be the savior of yourself. But you can find that safety in another person.

Fan fiction warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual smut (in later chapters, characters are consenting adults), references to self-harm, eating-disorders, and a lot of angst. Each chapter will have chapter-specific warnings.

Chapter one: I used to tie your shoes

Song: We’ll never have sex by Leith Ross

Summary: Fresh off Hyrule Field, Link and Zelda have to face life after the Calamity, and come to terms with the long road to physical, emotional, and mental recovery.

Warnings: Vomiting, trauma, canon-typical violence, eating-sensitivity

Word count: 3.7k words

Author’s Note: I am so excited to share this. Please share and support this in anyway. I drew this art for the cover :) chapter begins after the page break. I love you guys. Also, these chapters won’t be heavily edited. Ignore any grammatical/spelling errors pls

Time. We never seem to have enough time. Green grass burns soft red embers into the field, a horse’s mane is rebraided at the nearest stable, and the stars shine as if nothing changed. Because it hadn’t, not really. The sun will still rise in the east and set in the west. The birds will still sing their songs at daybreak and the fireflies will still flicker at dusk. Nothing changed, but everything did. The air feels lighter, the sun feels warmer and yet Zelda’s fingers still shake as if she was in the snowy Hebra peaks.

The Princess by nature, is very gentle. She’s soft and patient at heart, but was placed under such strenuous situations all through her youth that caused her to often snap or lash out. But not now. Currently she is silent, stone-cold and confused. She was in shock. And Link could tell.

“Here.” He pulls out a baked apple from his pack, handing it to her. He has to get her attention twice before she finally takes it, their hands brushing for a moment. Her awareness returns to her gaze then, her bright-green eyes meeting his.

“I-I’m so sorry.” She sighs, her voice weak. “I’m just… so tired.” Link tries not to show his distress, but she notices his demeanor change as well. “How much further?” She says, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Probably another hour and a half. It’s just through those mountains.” He points.

“Dueling peaks. I remember.” She nods. “I remember everything.”

“Everything?” He asks as he starts to dig around a pack on the rear end of Epona, searching for his rito attire. It was starting to get dark, and she hadn’t stopped shaking since they left Castle Town almost three hours ago.

Zelda nods once.

Her silence speaks volumes.

He yanks out his snowquill armor, finally. “Do you remember anything from the last hundred years?” She doesn’t answer right away, she instead takes a smaller than small bite out of the apple. “Zel? Can I put this on you? You’re still shivering.” He asks, looking at her blank, traumatized stare. “It’s from the Rito, it’s soft as a cloud and will keep you warm for the rest of the way.”

“The Rito.” She sighs. “Revali…”

Link realizes that she hasn’t had any time to process what she just went through. She had spent the last one hundred years deeply focused, probably in a trance-like state. He places a hand on her cheek. “Look at me.” His voice is gentle and welcoming, not forcing her at all. She looks at him, their eyes locking. “Breathe with me.”

They take two deep, heavy breaths. They sync their inhales, exhaling together.

“It’s over. It’s all over, okay?” He reassures her. “It’s not coming back. It’s just us now, alright?”

She swallows, still emotionless. “You’ve changed.” She says.

“So have you.” Link smiles in an attempt to comfort her. “Can I put this shirt on you?” He asks again. She answers faster than she usually had, nodding twice this time. Link bunches up the excess fabric before pulling the head-opening over her hair. He then guides each one of her hands through the arm-holes. Link takes a moment to adjust the garb around her torso until it was probably positioned around her shaking body. She immediately sighs in relief.

“You talk more.” She mumbles, looking at him as he gently wraps his fingers around her long, golden hair and softly pulls it out of the shirt, knowing how much it irritates him when his hair is loose underneath a shirt.

He smiles again, “I do. Some people say I don’t shut up.” He tries to lighten the mood.

“Like who?”

“Impa.” He sighs.

Zelda’s eyes light up with that name. “Impa?”

He hums and nods. “We can go visit her when you’re feeling stronger, okay?”

“Okay…” Zelda looked down into her lap, the skirt of her goddess dress was barely white anymore. “I am going to get stronger, right?” She asks, her voice tender and broken.

Link’s heart sinks. Not because he’s worried she won’t, but rather because he feels responsible for putting her in this state.

“Of course.” He reassures. He believed it. He wanted to believe it.

“I’m… just so tired.” She repeats herself.

“I know, come on, let's get you a bed.” He then picks her up bridal style from the ground. They had stopped in the first place to get that rito armor for her. She rests her head against his chest as he lifts her onto Epona. She smells like burnt oil and exhaustion. He probably isn’t smelling any better.

They wouldn’t get to Hateno until noon at the earliest tomorrow, and traveling wasn’t doing anything for her recovery. He gets on Epona behind her, letting her weak body rest against his chest as they make their way to Dueling Peaks Stable. The road is quiet, so much quieter than it ever has been. The pair of lizalfos always swimming in the river aren’t there, and even the crickets suppress their chirps.

It’s post-apocalyptic. Literally. Link isn’t sure how to feel.

She throws up a few hundred feet from the stable. She gags and lurches over the side of the horse, somehow managing to keep it off of anyone. Not much comes out, she hasn’t eaten in over a century, but Link frowns when he realizes the apple probably triggered it. He silently curses himself out for causing her any form of distress. She dry heaves violently, and Link tries to hold her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. When she finishes, she holds her breath.

She can’t decide if she feels like she lost a bit of dignity or not. She holds back the tears that well in her eyes. Link breathes in to say something, but she raises her hand in protest. She would rather they act like it never happened. Neither of them say anything from there on, they just keep riding the final minute of the journey.

Everyone at the stable was asleep except for an attendant… who was also treading precariously between consciousness and a deep rest behind the counter.

“Excuse me?” Link asks to wake him up, hopping off of Epona after making sure Zelda would still be comfortable in his absence. She would never admit she wasn’t.

The man stirs awake with a jolt. He yawns, slightly startled, “So sorry, young man.” Link wouldn’t necessarily call himself young. He smirks softly.

“I’d like to board this horse till the morning, and we’d like one soft bed, please.” Link nods before setting down the required rupees. The man squints his eyes, taking the money in hand.

“Ah! It’s you! Link, was it?” He asks when Link turns his back to help Zelda down from the horse. “Jeez, you haven’t passed through here in at least six months! We were holding onto that old mare for you!” He gestures to their stables where a small gray spotted horse sleeps. Link’s first horse since he woke up from his century-long slumber. He only rode her in the beginning, when he was doing chores between Hateno, Kakariko and one time a longer trip to Zora’s Domain. But she’s old and weak, which is why she was easy to catch when Link was still regaining his strength. He stopped taking her out when he found Epona in the western part of Central Hyrule.

“Yeah… you guys can let her free.” He says as he sets Zelda down on the ground. She holds her cold hands together.

“Well uhh.. we tried. You see, after four months at a stable we let go of any forgotten pony’s, but she kept coming back.” He chuckled, his voice exhibiting a distinctive nasality.

“Here,” Link hands him a red rupee, not wanting to discuss an old horse any longer when he literally has the closest thing to a God in this world resting her head on his back. “Keep her for another month, I’ll come take care of her then. Okay?” Link asks. “Can I get that bed now?” Not impolite or forceful, he never was. He’s assertive but has a comforting cadence to his tone. For being such a talented swordsman, guard and easily the most deadly hylian in the entire kingdom, he was never rude or condescending. He was welcoming, and little kids often looked up at him with intimidation when they first met him, but it didn’t ever take long until they were chasing him with tree-branches while he fled and begged for mercy, letting them take him down with ease. The kids at the stables loved him, knew him by name, and would play as him in their silly pretend games.

The stable-man replies, “Of course! But you only asked for one bed, it’s not big enough to fit both of you.”

“I know, it’s for her not me.” Link then starts to guide her into the stable, where it’s much warmer and safer. Just because it’s quiet doesn’t mean it's safe. Hyrule is a dangerous place by nature, especially if you’re two century-old Gods being hunted for sport with the faces of children.

“You won’t sleep?” Zelda asks quietly behind him.

He doesn’t directly answer, and instead guides her to the bed. She’s weary, and he’s terrified of her not waking up. He wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to. He helps the Princess sit in the bed, and kneels before her to untie her sandals. When he touches the leather, he immediately gets transported into another memory.

It rips through him, just like the memories he had images of. Suddenly, he’s kneeling in the same position, but instead he was outside of the spring of courage. He looks up to see the clear sky, it’s sunset, and then his eyes meet Zeldas. Her face is rosy, and her eyes don’t have the blank stare they possess in the current time. He looks down at his fingers, tying the straps around her ankle.

“Really, you don’t have to do that.” She hums. He doesn’t respond. He never did back then. He finishes wrapping the leather around itself and then stands up. His face is emotionless. She looks at him, they’re about the same height. “I won’t be long this time.” She says. “I’m not expecting much anyways.” She sighs and then walks past him, but before she can get very far, he gently grabs onto her arm, holding her back. He doesn’t say anything but she can read his expression. He’s trying to tell her to have faith this time, just one more time.

Surely the Goddess would commune with her.

She shakes her head, and wades into the warm waters of the spring. Link turns to watch her, how her hair cascaded down her back, how her hands balled into fists. She turns around to look at him, their eyes meet. She smiles.

He comes back as fast as the scene played in his memory. He blinks a few times, and looks up at her. She doesn’t look any different, very little—if any—time seemed to pass. He doesn’t usually experience memories with someone, he wonders if she realized anything happened. Link didn’t even consider the fact he would keep receiving memories after the fact. His stomach turns, he feels like he’s lived two completely different lives and is forced to remember things from one that he doesn’t even relate to anymore. He doesn’t feel like the same person, the boy he was a hundred years ago is a complete stranger to him.

Link much preferred this life.

And that scares Zelda.

“I just remembered something.” He says. Zelda hums in response, a light-hearted noise that implies an inquiry. He elaborates, “I used to tie your sandals for you at the springs, didn’t I?” He asks.

Zelda smiles for the first time since they defeated Ganon. It’s a small pull of her lips, not showing any teeth but her eyes finally light back up. After she had asked if he remembered her on the field, she collapsed, not even aware of her own exhaustion until that moment. He ran to her aid, and ever since then she felt woozy, it only got worse the further from the castle they got.

“You did, yes.” She says. “I never asked you to, but since I was in the dress, you insisted.” She sighs. Link grunts in response. “It was very chivalrous.” Zelda adds.

They look at each other for a minute. Not saying anything. It was late, and two beds down there was a set of kid brothers sleeping. Link remembered them from their last visit. One of them wanted nothing to do with him, trying to act mature and ‘cool’. Link eventually won him over, though. They don’t speak out of fear of waking anyone. Zelda’s smile slowly fades away, and Link swallows thickly. They will never be the same.

He pulls her sandals off, her feet are filthy with century-old mud. He silently smiles about that. The closest thing to a Goddess in the entire world has dirty feet. How human of her.

Then, after pulling down the heavy rito-down blanket so she can slide in, he helps Zelda swing her legs into the bed. He pulls the blanket up to her neck, she lays on her side facing him. Her hands find their way up to her face, resting her cheek against them. Link pulls a short stool over to the bed, sitting on it and looking at her, bending at the waist.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” She asks in a timid, sleepy voice.

Link’s heart just about breaks when she asks. “Never.” He shakes his head. He takes his gloved hand and tucks a piece of her loose hair behind her pointed-ears. He lets his fingers linger a little bit longer than they should. “I will never ever leave you again.”

“Promise?” She asks, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“Promise.” He whispers, “Just as long as you promise to never leave me, okay?” He asks, ignoring the lump in this throat.

“Promise.” She says, taking her pinky finger and sticking it out for him. He wraps his finger with hers, which is far daintier and softer than he's ever been. She is a Princess, after all.

“Wake up in the morning, okay?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” She hums as her eyes slowly close. He tries to disconnect their pinky fingers, but she holds onto his. He leaves his hand in that position, letting her hold it until she falls fast asleep.

Link doesn’t move his hand until he’s certain it won’t wake her up from her much needed rest. He looks at her gentle, soft face. No one even understands what she just went through, no one ever will. He’s worried sick that she won’t make it through the night, and he keeps leaning his head down to listen to her breathing, or places a few fingers against her forehead to check her temperature.

He does his best to stay vigilant the entire night, not once even looking away from her. But just before the sun rises, his body suddenly catches up with his mind. He also just had the most demanding battle of his life. His muscles started to ache, and he developed a headache. He was just a boy, after all. More than anything, his sword arm was weak, and fire-hot pain shot up and down through it. He probably overused it fightin the calamity.

He keeps telling himself that he’s fine. He has to be fine, for Zelda. His arm isn’t that bad, what really hurts was his heart. Usually he’d just down a fairy tonic and maybe go to the hot springs if he was in the area but this pain was different. A twisting and contracting ache in his chest pulled and tugged on his lungs and pulse. It’s the same pain he felt when he remembered Mipha, and more specifically, the pain he felt when he dreamed about his family before the resurrection.

The dream that gave him the memories of a little sister with blonde hair like his collecting fireflies in her pockets. Her laugh echoing, the call of an older man, the image of a royal guards sword leaned up against the dinner table. The touch of his father’s hand as he rubs Link’s back to sleep.

Link’s first sword.

He wakes up like a fire, standing up and almost toppling over. He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. He could hear the soft tune of the penny whistle playing the standard stable theme, and the two little brothers played tag outside. He curses and looks down at Zelda.

Her bed is empty, and his heart completely stops. He starts breathing hard and heavy, his entire nervous system feels as though it’s pulled into stasis. How could he make such a foolish mistake? He swings his sword over his back, strapping his shield to his leathers and turns around in a wild-hunt to see the Princess sitting at the round stable table, drinking out of a mug and speaking gently with an older man.

Link takes a breath of relief, and approaches the two.

“Good Morning.” She smiles up at him. Her voice sounded much better, and her eyes finally had life back into them, but she still wasn’t herself. Her skin still looked sickly, her face hollowed out and eyes droopy. Any progress is good progress, Link decides then and there.

“I… didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Link sighs. “I’m so sorry. When did you wake up?”

“Oh not long ago, maybe twenty minutes? I didn’t want to disturb you-”

“You should have.” He interrupts her and her words get swallowed out of surprise. Link realizes that he snapped at her a little, and immediately becomes apologetic. “I’m sorry, again. I just…”

“You’re worried about me. I understand.” She takes his hand, her bones frail. In many ways, she physically looked worse today than last night. But at least she could hold a conversation. He nods. Zelda notices the tension, and changes the subject, “This kind gentleman was telling me about when you saved the stable from a horde of lizalfos about a year ago.”

Link looks over at the man, Giahzo. “Oh that was nothing, it was just two green lizalfos and a blue one who wandered too close to the stable.” Link hums. Their hands were still held together by Zelda.

“Don’t be so modest!” The old man chuckled, “Without you, it would have been a disaster! The number of monsters means nothing, especially when you don’t know how to fight!”

“That’s very kind of you.” Link smiles and then realizes he and Zeldas hands, he’s the one to pull it away. “What are you drinking?”

“I’m not sure…” Zelda begins and Link immediately snatches the mug from her hand. “Hey!”

“You can’t just drink something mysterious.” Link scolds.

“Oh it’s just a bit of Hateno Milk.” The man assures. Link looks at him, then Zelda, and then into the mug to see the creamy liquid. He brings it to his nose and smells it, and then takes a sip of it. Sure enough, it was just milk.

“I’m sorry, Giahzo.” He apologizes and places the mug back down. “I’m just on high alert.”

“Do not apologize to me, apologize to this lovely young lady you’ve graced us with.” The elderly man smiles with a chuckle, his eyes wrinkling up with his age. Zelda smiles, blushing a little, “Tell me, dear, where are you from? We don’t get many new faces at this stable these days.”

Zelda looks at him, her eyes sad. A hundred years ago every person in Hyrule knew her face. She looks at Link, unsure how to answer.

“She’s from the Outskirts stable.” Link covers for her. “Her family used to reside in Central Hyrule before the Calamity.”

“Yes.” Zelda immediately chirps, “We’re headed to Hateno for…”

“A honeymoon!?” Giahzo smiles brightly. Both Link and Zelda freeze in their tracks, and Link hopes he doesn’t look as embarrassed as he feels. “Hateno is a great Honeymoon destination! Although I’ve heard Lureline is even more splendid!” He clasps his hands together.

“Research.” Zelda clarifies, “so sorry to disappoint.” She chuckles politely, making a conscious effort not to look at Link. “I’m researching… population dynamics in Hyrule.” She makes something up that sounds completely believable.

“Of course.” Link then says, “I’m just escorting her there, we are total strangers.”

That breaks Zelda’s heart.

She knows he’s just trying to be extra careful, pushing her anonymity as much as possible. And in a way, it wasn’t a total lie. But it cut her like a knife.

“I see…” Giahzo doesn’t seem convinced. “Well, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to stop by. Hopefully the monsters will start to die down.” He smiles and stands up, moving outside.

Zelda is still afraid to look at Link, and he’s a little bit shaken up by the entire interaction. He knows the Yiga are still out there, he knows that there are people who will try to take advantage of her for power or money. He has no reason to suspect anything from the old man, but he can’t help himself from being deliberate. He senses her tension and walks back to the bed to gather their things.

“You should have woken me up.” Link says as he picks up a satchel full of food and readjusts his gloves.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was timid and tired. He turns around to see her, her green eyes looking up at him apologetically. “I didn’t know it would worry you so.” He approaches her.

“Of course it worries me.” He sighs. “I spent three years trying to get you out of that castle, I’m not gonna lose you on the first night.” He holds his hand out for her to trade, helping her up. She must not have rested as well as he thought, because as soon as she gets on her feet, she almost topples right over him. He catches her, holding her up before she collapses. “Woah there.” He mutters. “You alright?”

She nods, “Let’s just get to that house you told me about.”

—

chapter two

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twilightaurora · 9 months

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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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zhuletta · 10 months

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Don’t ask me what rune Link’s using just know Zelda likes it

#zelink #totk #Zelda #tears of the kingdom #botw #these two make me go FERAL #still have not finished totk so I’m straying away from totk content but here #have some smut #we love that here #I’ll be posting a zelink fanfic soon #so stay tuned for that #something about these two being tender and loving w each other just does it for me #like #THEY DESERVE IT PLS NINTENDO #JUST LET THEM CHILL AND BE IN LOVE IN PEACE #I posted this drawing w an alternative lightning in my ig if u want to go check it out #I just really liked the glowy hand even tho I have no idea why it would be glowing #like link what chu doin w that hand #giulidraws

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newtabfics · 8 months

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"Ah fuck," Y/N moaned as she was held down, feeling the gloom singing at her skin as Link writhed in front of her.

He wanted to yell and rip her away, but couldn't as he was held in place by the gloomhands' arms wrapped tight around him. He could only watch as the Phantom thrust into her, making her whimper and whine as the monster made her shiver.

It wasn't as though this was anything new to them. In fact, watching her, he knew she was thriving from it. She enjoyed this brutality and wanted more. It was the gloom that worried him as he pulled at the hands again. The phantom laughed mockingly at him as it shoved Y/N's shoulder into the gloom puddle, driving itself deeper into her.

She bit her lip and shuddered as she felt it begin to throb as it thrust harder into her. "Sh-Shit!" She gasped, shaking and moaning. "Fuck yes!"

Link shivered at her moan as he watched the monster release into her, letting out a shout before it faded away, having spent all of its energy.

The dark clumps pulsed on the ground as he hurried to her. Before he could check her for injury, her lips were on his and he was being pushed against the ground, feeling her soaked core rutting against his trousers.

"Linky, please. Wasn't enough," She whined.

"Fuck," He groaned, quickly pulling out his cock and letting her sink down on him. His moan made her whine as she began to ride him frantically, his calloused thumb finding her clit to help her.

He was certain Ganondorf attempted that to maybe strike a blow at his ego. If only he knew he loved to watch her fuck monsters.

#link x fem!reader #link totk smut #totk smut fic #totk smut #phanton ganondorf x fem!reader #ganondorf x fem!reader #monster fucker #monster smut #gloom hands #drabble #totk link #totk fic #totk ganondorf

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imaginethezeldaverse · 5 months

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I feel like you should type up something facesitting related about Ganon to make that ask reality (as much reality as you can get with fictional characters at least)

I…………………………………………………..oh my god okay yes

(this ask is in reference to this post)

“Sit” his voice commands from under you. The ferocity and domination in his amber eyes hold you in place, however. There’s apprehension pooling in your spine; youv’e worked your courage up to this point: kneeling just above his face but being unable to lower yourself any further your current frozen state. You had expressed a concern about bearing all of your weight on his face. A statement that simply lead to his laughter and in the exact position you were presently at.

Ganondorf’s tone drops a touch, thick fingers sinking into the meat of your thigh with a hint of power, “If I have to make you, rest assured you will lose the ability to walk for the remainder of the day. Sit.”

The whimper in your throat dies as you shift slightly, “A-Are…Are you sure?”

His snickering almost sounds threatening, a mix between devious amusement and an icy taunt. His hands glide up to sit at your hips now, pulling you down just enough so your thighs have no choice but to separate. He hums, the dark purr whirring in his throat as his breath rolls over your inner thighs - ghosting over what he’s finally exposed of you. The grip on your hips tightens,

“You could not hurt me even if you tried.”

Without another word, your body was yanked downward, your knees buckling completely as his mouth slotted over your heat. Doubled over from the rush of pleasure sending shockwaves through you, your hands finding purchase wherever they can roam - which for you seems to be aimless: the sheets, the long crimson locks of his hair, even mindlessly digging your nails into his forehead at one point. Ganondorf pinned you strategically to his face, his long, lithe tongue curling and writhing inside you, drinking from you as though he was a man desperately parched. Each salacious slurp and coiled lick around where you were most sensitive had your vision dotted in fading technicolor, your fingers unfurling and remaking the same fists over and over. Your voice had gone from breathy moans to full of on out-of-breath squealing when he maneuvered your hips to drag back and forth.

“G-Ganondor-ahh!” you whined, electricity zipping through your body at a record pace. His only response was a curt chuckle before lapping at you quicker this time. You were losing control, your body winding and unwinding, before crashing into a full spasm against his lips. With all the strength you could muster, your fingers locked into his fiery tresses, tugging at his scalp. Both of your breaths hitched in unison, though below you, Ganondorf instantly recovered, devouring you still through the tidal waves of your peak. Stuck in your throat was your voice, your hips able to do little other than rock over his still active mouth. Slowly his tongue ceased its ministrations, and you found the breath you’d be holding for the past several minutes. You shivered with ecstasy, chest heaving and lip trembling from the sheer strength of your orgasm. Your hand flattened out, untangling from his locks and bracing to lift yourself off of his face.

Oh but how foolish you were.

The same impassioned amber eyes kept focus on you, like a predator to its prey. His ears remained sharp at their catch of your confused sounds, especially when you can’t move away from him because he’s locked you in place.

It’s then you realize that Ganondorf was keeping true to his words. His previous brutish timbre rolls around in your skull, the reality sinking in when you realize his fingers haven’t moved an inch since he seated you onto his face.

You could only hope he’d be so kind as to carry you later.

#legend of zelda #legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom #loz: totk #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #nws #n$fw #totk ganondorf #totk fanfic #tears of the kingdom fanfiction #ganondorf imagines #ganondorf smut

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bakuliwrites · 11 months

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Ebb and Flow- Prince Sidon x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Relationship: Prince Sidon x Reader

Summary: “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?”Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep?

Tags: Female Reader, Smut, Angst, PIV, Semi-Public S*x, Outdoor S*x, Oral S*x, Shark Anatomy, Established Relationship, Star-crossed Lovers, Romance

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

DISCLAIMER: TOTK SPOILERS, 18+

Sidon wonders if he had spoken too softly. He expected some sort of reaction from you, even if it wasn’t a dramatic, soul-wrenching one. But your silence comes as a shock to him. Your unreadable gaze penetrates him from where you’re seated by the window in your quarters. Quarters he had specifically modified to house a Hylian such as yourself. Just for you. Fashioned to house you for what he thought would be forever. From the luxurious water bed on one side, where the two of you have shared so many passionate nights, to the cozy, crackling fireplace on the other- it’s all been for you, and him, and what he thought would be your future together.

“Y-you what?” you finally manage, confirming to Sidon that it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him, but that you couldn’t believe what he’d said. He hadn't wanted to tell you until he returned from his diplomatic mission, but he couldn't keep it a secret from you. Sidon's words stick to his throat. They feel barbed, razor-like, cutting his tongue on their way out.

“My father has decided- He’s arranged my marriage,” Sidon repeats, words seeping from his mouth like blood. But he tastes nothing when his tongue grazes over his lower lip, checking for a fresh wound. Still, he tastes metal, haunting and sharp. You’re bathed in moonlight, a silver gloss draping elegantly over your skin. Tonight, you appear to Sidon like an ethereal ghost, distant and untouchable, a curiously beautiful and captivating goddess. Like the moon delivered you to him and has come back this night to steal you away.

“Not only has my father found who he considers to be a ‘suitable match’ for me, but he’s arranged the date of our meeting,” Sidon goes on, wanting to fill this deeply uncomfortable silence with something, anything, “Of our marriage.”

He trails off, glancing down at his feet and willing himself not to shed the tears that are stinging his eyes. He’s always known there was a risk that his marriage would be arranged. You aren’t Zora, you’re not royalty. It was a small chance that King Dorephan would even consider you in the running to marry Sidon. Your duty to Hyrule and Sidon’s duty to his people were always meant to clash. But he never thought it would be something to worry about this soon. His father’s decision to step down from the throne came as a shock, and the decision regarding Sidon’s marriage that much more shocking.

Your silence is killing him, gnawing at his insides, anxiety running rampant in his mind. Say something, anything. Please, he silently begs.

“When?” is all you’re able to question through your stupor. The look he gives you is grave, crestfallen.

“In less than a fortnight,” he almost whispers. He watches as your eyes fall slowly shut, as you clench your fists, your jaw. Every part of you tenses, but not out of anger. You take a deep breath and Sidon can tell you’re trying to hold in your tears. But when you exhale, they start to roll down your cheeks, dripping freely to the floor beneath. Droplets of pure moonlight shimmering as they fall. He rushes to you, scoops you into his arms, your small, Hylian form fitting so perfectly in his embrace.

“I fought for us,” Sidon continues, as if he needs to prove to you that his love is genuine. As if you didn’t already know. Your shuddering sobs into his shoulder seem to shake the very foundation beneath you.

“I fought so hard for us,” he whimpers, holding you closer, tighter, as if he were to let go, the moon would finally take you back to your celestial throne, “But my father wouldn’t agree. He wouldn’t- No matter how much I protested. How much I argued and debated-”

“It’s okay,” you manage through tears, littering Sidon’s face with kisses, “I know you fought. I know you tried as hard as you could.”

Sorrow blooms in every facet of your irises as you stare into Sidon’s gilded ones. If his heart hadn’t shattered in its entirety before, it certainly does now. He opens his mouth to say more, but he realizes he’s not even sure what he wants to say. He can’t reassure you. He can’t even reassure himself.

A knock at your door pulls him begrudgingly from this private moment. An attendant calls out to him, "Your Highness, we should leave before it gets much later."

“They can wait,” Sidon speaks, turning back towards you, not wanting to leave you after such devastating news. You smile softly, shaking your head.

“No they can’t, my darling,” you gently return. He knows it, you know it. His royal duties, his people must always come first. You’ve never quibbled with him about this, something he deeply admires about you.

Sidon presses a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. He can taste the salt of your tears, the salt of his own. He hadn’t even realized he’d shed any until the soft pads of your thumbs wipe them from his cheeks. He gazes at you underneath his furrowed brow, memorizing the features of your lovely face. If you dissolve into moonlight while he’s gone, he would never forgive himself for not kissing you one last time.

“Wait for me,” he breathes when he pulls back, “We'll figure this- something out.” You nod, leaning your forehead against his and closing your eyes. Desperately, Sidon wishes he didn’t have to leave. Not in the middle of such an important conversation.

“I should be no more than a few days,” he promises, giving you one final kiss before he wrenches himself from you and reluctantly slips out of your room. He doesn’t dare look back, knowing your melancholy gaze will destroy him if he does.

***

Sidon's diplomatic meeting with the Rito was a success, though it was mostly just a formality. The Zora and Rito are already on quite friendly terms, so he wasn't too concerned in the first place. The entire trip, however, his mind was preoccupied with you, with marriage, with grief. He's mulled over every possible solution. He contemplates further arguments with his father, knowing full-well that he won’t win them. But for you, it’s most certainly worth a try. He thinks about running away with you, eloping under the light of the moon, starting a new life on some remote island, far away from everything. But he knows he couldn’t leave his people behind, and he is certain that you won’t let him. Sidon could refuse to marry anyone at all, but that would mean he couldn’t be with you. But wouldn’t it be better to live his life alone if he can’t live it with you?

These thoughts swirl endlessly around his mind, a vortex of confusion and possibility. Nothing seems right. He loves you. No one else. He can’t imagine loving someone else. Or growing to love someone else. Up until now, Sidon has imagined spending the rest of his life with you. Of proposing marriage to you, in the customary Hylian fashion. Starting a family together, running the Zora kingdom together. Growing old with one another. Nights spent gazing up at the stars, held close in one another’s arms. Mornings waking up in your warm embrace.

With his father’s decision, all hope Sidon had of making a life with you has been dashed. On his journey home, he tries to come up with some sort of solution, but as the Zora kingdom draws nearer and nearer, the Prince frustratingly comes up with nothing useful.

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An attendant greets Sidon on the bridge leading into the palace, handing off a small slip of paper before dashing off again. The Prince unfolds the note, recognizing your handwriting immediately. “Meet me in our usual spot,” it reads, followed by a small heart and the first letter of your name. Sidon politely excuses himself from his fellow travelers and bolts off to meet you, hoping that you haven’t been waiting long for him.

By the time Sidon reaches Toto Lake, the moon is hovering high in the night sky, casting swathes of silver light across all of Hyrule. Its reflection wavers on the surface of the lake as Sidon’s keen eyes search for you. He spots you in the lake’s center, gliding through the water, every stroke disrupting the liquid mirror around you. The lake appears to envelope your form, encompassing you almost lovingly. Toto holds so many memories for Sidon. It’s where he sought solace after his sister’s passing. Where he found peace during the devastating years that Calamity Ganon reigned. The temperate waters have provided shelter in his most distressing times. It’s also where Sidon first pledged himself to you, promising his heart to you. And where you promised yours to him. A sacred, secret promise.

Sidon watches you for a moment. You cling to the crumbling ruins in the lake’s center, gazing up at the distant, twinkling stars above, not seeming to have noticed him yet. Crickets chirp in harmony with the nearby ribbits of hot-footed frogs, hiding stealthily amongst the scattered lily pads near the shore. Sidon wonders if this is the last time he’s ever going to see you, a thought that pierces his heart like a vicious barb. He can’t help but notice the pile of bags and personal items that you’ve left in the nearby clearing, like you’re prepared to travel a great distance.

Sidon is pulled from this painful thought when you wave to him, having finally noticed him lingering there. He waves back, somewhat apprehensive, but collects himself before diving into the lake. Sidon swiftly cuts through the water, desperate to reach you, the red of his fin cresting the surface of the lake. He wonders if he’ll reach you in time before the moon summons you home again.

“My darling,” you exhale as he reaches you, pulling you into his embrace and holding you close. You cling to Sidon, the gentle thrum of your heart against his chest reinvigorating him after his long journey home. Why do you puzzle-piece so perfectly into his form? It seems like a cruel, cosmic joke that you would fit so neatly, so completely in Sidon’s arms.

“You’re leaving?” he questions, pulling back to meet your sorrowful gaze. Gently, his large hand cups your cheek, one thumb smoothing over your soft skin. You lean your head to the side, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you press a tender kiss into the palm of his hand.

“I must,” you state just barely above a whisper, a quiver in your voice that threatens to shatter Sidon’s already fragile calm, “I heard word around the palace that your bride-to-be arrives tomorrow.”

This is news to Sidon, news that washes waves of vertigo and anxiety over him. They threaten to drown him, pummel him into the silt and sand until he is nothing more than a smoothed over shell, tossed about in the surf. Sidon steadies himself, taking a deep breath, using your pleasant scent, your warmth as an anchor to this moment. Your cheeks are flushed and when you open your eyes once again, Sidon can tell that you’ve been crying, though you shed no tears in front of him. He wants to beg you to stay, to beseech the moon above and bargain that you might grace him just a little longer with your presence. What would it take for the heavenly bodies to allow you just a few hours longer with him?

“I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another?”

“Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” he finishes. You contemplate this for a moment, before leaning your forehead against his. Beneath the cool sheen of water on your skin, Sidon feels the heat of your blood flowing strong through your veins. Your strength, your poise in this painful time serves as an example to him. He is always put together, always princely and regal. You let him fall apart, without judgement. Sidon can feel his composure fracture at your next words.

“I think we come from the same ancient waters,” you begin, your hands coming to rest on either side of his face, “In some primordial sea, we rode the same tides. Perhaps someday, we shall again. But maybe this time around, we are only meant to flow together briefly, before we part.”

“This cannot be,” Sidon whispers, voice wavering and tears beginning to roll down his cheekbones,“I feel your spirit ebb and flow inside of me. You inhabit me in a way that no one else ever has.”

“I am with you, always. My soul is woven into every fiber of your being. And yours, mine,” you return, and with your exhale, warm tears flow from your bright eyes, “Sidon, I love you, body and soul.”

He can take no more. Sidon crashes his lips into yours, feverish and desperate. You drape your arms over his shoulders, press yourself tightly to him. Perhaps the gracious moon will allow the two of you to merge, to live out the remainders of your lives as one being, one body, one soul.

You wrap your legs around his waist, resting on his narrow hips while he grips your supple thighs. You’re bare to him already, your naked form bathed in silver moonlight. You are glorious, mesmerizing. A bright star, fallen to earth so that Sidon might marvel at your beauty, your mystery before you ascend to your place carved out in the heavens once again.

Sidon can feel his arousal growing as you palm his bulge, claspers pressing against his sheathe. Your warm tongue languidly explores his mouth, breath fanning softly against him. His hands smooth over your slick curves, worshipping every part of you. He commits the plushness of your body to memory, stores your soft moans and tiny gasps so that he might recall them later, in his loneliest hours. The way you breathe his name is holy and nearly brings him to his knees.

“My darling, my pearl,” he whimpers pathetically as you trail kiss after searing kiss along his jawline and down his neck. Your teeth leave their bittersweet marks in his flesh, his talons dragging down your back, agonizing and delightful all at once.

"I will bear your marks for all of time,” he announces, voice husky and low, “And know that I am yours, and you are mine."

“I am yours always. Sidon,” you coo, hand massaging torturously slow over his painful bulge, “In this lifetime, and the next. In all that we should ever exist in together. And even those that we do not.”

Sidon’s fingers tangle in the wet strands of your hair, tugging as he tilts your head so he can have better access to the tender spot of flesh behind your ear. He luxuriates in the lyrical moans that flutter from your lips as he nibbles and sucks at your sensitive skin. His warm tongue drags along your neck, goosebumps appearing in his wake. Your excitement fuels him, thrills him like nothing else does. His fingers find his way to your slick folds, running its length, dousing himself with you.

He can’t contain himself any longer, his claspers freeing themselves from their sheathe. You're quick to grasp one, pumping slow and rhythmic.

“Sidon, please, allow me,” you entreat, your doe-eyed glance up at him only spurring on his arousal. He releases his grip on you, gently setting you back in the water and letting you push him onto a nearby ledge of the ruins. If his people saw him now- oh, the very thought. How un-princely of him- an idea that inexplicably excites him. Prince Sidon- always so put together. Always so collected and proper. Prince Sidon- with the lips of a Hylian warrior, a celestial goddess, around one cock and her hand wrapped around the other.

Your tongue swirls around his swollen tip, making him throw his head back in overwhelming pleasure as you doubly stimulate him. Your hand strokes him at one speed, while your mouth works at another, before you fall into a rhythm with both. Every once in a while, you pause to lick a stripe up either shaft, before diving back in once again. Desperate to have you near, Sidon weaves the fingers of your free hand with his own and grips tight. You squeeze back, letting him know you’re still present, though you seem happily preoccupied with both of his cocks.

“Oh, you work miracles, my love,” he groans, chest heavy with pleasure. He stays your hand, lets you work with just your mouth on one of his claspers. It would bring him no greater pleasure than to come inside you, he explains.

“Your wish is my command, my prince,” you impishly return, mischief glinting in your eyes. You only ever call him, “Prince,” in court, when you have to be more formal. Or in private, when you want to tease him. An electric pulse runs through the length of Sidon’s body at your devilish gaze. You grasp his thighs, nails digging into his flesh. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through him. As your head bobs up and down, Sidon tries his best not to buck his hips into you, but it’s so very difficult. The coil in his core tightens, threatening to snap at any moment. And when it finally does, you help him ride out the electrifying pulses of his first orgasm that night.

***

A burst of salt hits the back of your throat. Bright brine graces your tongue. Your chest feels warm as you swallow, like your body is trying to imbue itself with Sidon. Like you're trying to weave him into every fiber of your being. His ragged breath is music to your ears as you slide your mouth off him. With a wet pop you release him, a string of spit connecting him to you. A connection tenderly wiped away by one of Sidon’s massive thumbs. When you glance up at him, his eyes are dark with lust, slitted pupils wide in pools of molten gold. Sidon’s cheeks are rosy and his body temperature warm, so very warm compared to his usual chill.

You hardly have a moment to catch your breath before Sidon draws you up to him, smashing his lips against yours. Your nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, his streamlined body pressed so deliciously against yours. Your heat is throbbing, every ounce of you heavy with arousal. Carefully, Sidon flips you over, laying you ever so gently on the slab of rock beneath. Your head is cradled by some of the snaking ivy growing on these ancient ruins. Sidon gazes down at you, eyes glimmering in the night. His look is one of curiosity, awe. Though he’s seen you bare to him so many times before, he looks at you like it’s the first time.

“I am at your mercy,” he hushes, sweeping strands of your hair out of your face, before leaning down to tenderly press his lips to yours. He lays kiss-upon-kiss over your cheeks, down your neck, along your collarbone. Featherlight, he trails his lips down your chest, suckling gently on each of the pert buds of your nipples. His sharp teeth graze them softly before he makes his way down your abdomen. His hands knead your hips, cup and massage your breasts as his mouth reaches your heat. He wouldn’t dare tease you, but he can’t help nibbling at your thighs a bit, leaving little love-bites in his wake. After a moment of reveling in your plush inner-thighs, Sidon turns his attention to your pussy. His tongue is languid, warm, as he drags it along your folds. The moan that escapes your lips is salacious. You hear Sidon growl with excitement. He flicks his gilded gaze up at you before he softly kisses the sensitive nub of your clit.

Sidon dives into you, lapping up your arousal like it’s his lifeblood. Like he simply cannot survive without the taste of you. He savors you, tongue slowly circling your clit, testing your entrance. You squirm under the firm grasp he has on your hips, bucking into him, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness. He hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his head deeper into you. Sidon drinks you in like he’s parched. With each of your tiny mewls, you feel Sidon’s happy hums reverberating through your body.

“Sidon, please,” you whine, smoothing one hand over the sleek fin atop his head, “I need to feel you in me.”

He withdraws, the cool night air hitting your overheated folds surprising you. You gasp at its harshness, but Sidon is quick to replace the loss of heat with his hand, palming your sensitive pussy. When his lips meet yours, he tastes of you.

“My darling, I’m yours. Entirely, completely. Every part of me. All parts of my soul,” he promises, his voice filled with conviction, with an aching passion.

“I am yours, Sidon,” you return, breathless and longing, “Forever and always.”

Tenderly, he spreads your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist, placing a large hand on the small of your back to help angle you. The stars overhead seem so close, so clear, like you’re encompassed in an endless dome of them.

“Are you ready, my love?” Sidon asks, his cheeks flushed, breaths laborious. You nod enthusiastically, more than ready for him. He’s so slick, he slips into you with more ease than you expect. But he’s so big, you can feel him stretching out your entrance. He goes slow, gentle, allowing you ample time to adjust. Every few moments he asks if you’re alright. You stabilize yourself, arms slung around his chest, hands resting on his sinewy back. He’s cool to the touch, a sheen of water over his skin.

With one of Sidon’s cock’s inside you, the other rests against your stomach. It’s hard again already, having recovered fast from your earlier ministrations. You grasp it gently, pumping rhythmically with Sidon’s rocking motions. A sultry moan falls from his lips at this double stimulation.

Sidon grinds slow and shallow for a while, before pressing deeper into you. You let go of the clasper resting against your stomach, allowing it to rest against you. With every pump into you, Sidon’s cock presses against the soft pad of your cervix. The pleasure is intense, your body quivering with each voltaic charge Sidon pulses into you. The heat generated between you is overwhelming, your bodies trying so desperately to merge into one. Your fingernails dig into his back, his talons into your thighs. Sidon buries his head into the crook of your neck, suckling little bruises, marking you. He delights in the way your breasts bounce with every motion.

Goddess, please, let the moonlight fuse us into one, he begs, but he knows this cannot be. The two of you try your very best to do it yourselves.

As Sidon grinds into you, the grip you have on his back prompts him to pick up his pace.

“My darling, my pearl,” he manages to whisper, his breathing heavy, “You are, and always shall be, the light of my life.”

“You are my moon, my stars, my light in the darkness,” you return, voice constrained by the taut coil in your core. Your walls quake around Sidon’s quivering cock.

“Ha,” he huffs, pounding harder into you, “So close, my darling.”

And so are you, but you can’t speak. For a moment later, the straining coil in you springs loose. Sidon’s name echoes through the clearing, a prayer in this ancient water temple. You cream around Sidon’s cock as he falls apart, his pace erratic as his hot cum fills your cunt. You feel even more paint your stomach, threads coating your abdomen from his other cock. Sidon calls out your name, a hymn to match yours. Sidon wonders if the moon hears the adoration, the infinite love in his voice. You know it does.

When you’ve milked him for everything he’s worth, when he’s spent himself entirely inside you and on you, you pull Sidon down, crashing your lips into his. Feverishly, the two of you press kiss after kiss to one another, heated and yearning. You let the silence wash over you, grateful for the cool night breeze on your overheated bodies. After a while, Sidon gently pulls out of you, cock slick with your combined efforts. He pulls you into his embrace, cradling you in his arms. You belong here, enveloped by him. Enveloping him. How could the Goddess be so cruel to make you fit so perfectly, only to take you away from him?

“Leave in the morning,” Sidon begs, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lip, “Please, stay one more night. Besides, it’s not safe.”

You shake your head, a rueful smile on your lips and sorrow in your eyes, “If I don’t leave now, it’ll be that much harder for me to leave tomorrow. And don’t worry, Zelda has sent forth people to retrieve me. They’ll be here within the hour. I’ll be okay.”

Sidon’s heart can’t drop anymore, but if it could, it certainly would. He’s not sure what he expected to feel after everything that’s happened. The depth of his melancholy is too great for him to understand at the moment. It will take time for him to process. He doesn’t feel numb. No, instead he savors your embrace. He holds you close, littering your face with kisses, gently stroking your back while you rub small circles into his. If he could live in this moment forever, he would.

A horn blows in the distance, drawing the two of you out of your tender sanctuary in time. In the distance, you see lights on the bridge of the palace. It’s a Hylian caravan of guards, no doubt from the palace. No doubt sent here for you. You cling to Sidon’s back as he swims the two of you to shore.

“I wish you could whisk me away on your back. I wish we could just keep swimming and not look back,” you murmur to him, laying a gentle kiss on his fin.

“I do, too,” is all he can manage, trying so very hard not to shed any more tears. You dress quickly and Sidon helps you gather all your things. These are your last moments together. The bitter sweetness sticks in Sidon’s chest, viscous like tree sap, clinging to his ribs. Hand-in-hand you walk back down the cliff side and make your way to the bridge. Just out of sight of the Hylian caravan, you pull Sidon aside and lay your lips against his one more time. Your kiss is passionate and conveys every immense bit of your love for him. He hopes you can feel the same from him.

When you pull back, your eyes are filled with adoration. And his with sorrow and love. You smile softly.

"The sea will carry us to one another,” you begin, tears trickling down your cheeks, “Time and again. I will find you in the next life, where our tides will be one and the same."

Sidon leans his forehead against yours, allowing his tears to fall freely.

“My heart belongs to you, always,” he breathes, “You reside in me, sheltered and safe.”

“You will always find a home in my heart,” you return, pressing one final kiss to his lips. Your hand lingers in his for a moment, before it slips from his grasp. Prince Sidon of the Zora watches your form grow smaller and smaller on the horizon, before it disappears behind the cliff sides, and he is left alone once again.

A/N: Okay, don’t get me wrong, I actually think Lady Yona is adorable and I have all sorts of plans for some OC/Sidon/Link/Yona headcanons and drawings. But I couldn’t resist writing some Sidon/Reader angst!!!!!! Oh gosh, if I ever decide to do a follow up, there's just too many good options. a) Sidon refuses the arranged marriage and declares that he's marrying you, against his father's wishes b) Sidon decides to runaway with you and you live out the rest of your lives on a secluded island c) Sidon goes through with the marriage and you go your separate ways or, perhaps my favorite option, d) you, and Sidon, and Link, AND Yona become a happy little polycule because that would be adorable and wonderful (and I've said it before, but I'll say it again, if you know me, you know I love anything poly!!!!!!) Thank you so much for reading! This was a delight to write, though it definitely filled me with a lot of sadness. As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Hope you are all doing amazing! Lots of love 💜

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💕🍰 A Treat for the Prince 🍮🦈

(Prince Sidon x Chubby!Fem!Reader)

You and Sidon attend a royal banquet. You're instantly drawn to the vast array of desserts, but your lover wants to indulge in something even sweeter...

Contents: bad dessert innuendos, body worship, breast touching/sucking, oral (fem recieving), multiple orgasms, overstim, vaginal sex, double penetration (Sidon has 2 dicks), rough sex, little bit of breeding kink, uhhh and our Prince loves thicc Hylian ladies!

(Notes: Here we go! The first of (hopefully) many Sidon x reader fics from yours truly!)

As King Dorephan gave his speech, you tried your best to pay attention, though your eyes kept drifting to the large display of food on the table before you. It was a celebration banquet for the citizens of Zora's Domain, so they went all-out. Celebrating Bazz's promotion to Sergeant of the Royal Guards, welcoming the new head physician for the domain, Yona, and, of course, honouring yourself as the newly-named official consort for the Prince of the Zora.

You glanced up to Sidon, who immediately met your eyes and gave you a smile. The title of consort was simply a formality, you and Sidon were already far, far closer than that, though that was a secret just the two of you kept. The bitemarks on your shoulders from last night were proof enough of that. You hid them well under a soft cloak that complimented your silk dress beautifully. It was a sapphire blue that matched the jewels decorating the Prince's armour. The fabric hugged your soft middle in a way that made the Prince's eyes keep running up and down your lovely form. You flushed under his gaze, and gave him a look that said "Later."

King Dorephan finished his speech and the room applauded. Everyone took their seats and you followed suit, sitting next to Sidon and smiling at the bountiful feast everyone could enjoy. Naturally it featured fresh seafood, but there were also several Hylian dishes to suit your palate. You took a little of everything, making sure you'd have room to enjoy the desserts you could spy off to the side.

Sidon took your hand under the table, "Is everything to your liking, my droplet?" He spoke softly, lest anyone hear the endearing pet name.

You hummed around a forkful of salmon marinated in herbs and stambulbs, "It's magnificent, my Prince." You smiled brightly.

Sidon matched your smile, "Wonderful! I'm glad you enjoy it," he gestured to some crab cakes on his plate, "I've never had these before, they're quite good! I never knew Hylian food was so rich!"

You laughed a bit and politely wiped your mouth with a napkin, “It shouldn’t concern you, my Prince, with all the swimming you do, you can indulge for a night.”

“I’m not concerned, and you shouldn’t be either,” Sidon brushed your leg with his own and you shivered at the rough texture of his skin, he leaned down to whisper to you, “I do so love watching you indulge in the finer things in life~” he slid another helping of fish onto your plate and you flushed.

Sidon sat back in his seat, as though nothing happened, and he turned to interrupt Muzu, who was beginning to say something like “What kind of royal consort is served by the prince!?”

You kept eating, enjoying the flavours of the different types of fish mingling with vegetables and herbs. Before long, the entree plates were emptied and cleared away, and plates full of decadent-looking desserts were brought out.

Sidon hummed, looking at the treats, “Oh my, I haven’t seen any of these, either! Let’s see, y/n?” you looked up as he said your name, “Which of these would you recommend?”

You swallowed, not having seen this many desserts in one place before. You surveyed the selection before your eyes caught on a simple white ramekin. You smiled and picked it up, “I think you’d enjoy this one, my Prince!” you set it before Sidon and handed him a spoon, “It’s called crème brûlée. It’s custard with burnt sugar on top.”

Sidon looked at the dish curiously, “It’s burnt… on purpose? Intriguing,” he went to scoop some out, and he grinned when the top crust cracked, “Oh! It shattered!”

You smiled up at him as he tried a bite. You loved watching him indulge, too. He was always so worried about the Kingdom and his responsibilities, you always adored when he simply relaxed. You were very good at helping him relax, after all.

Sidon’s eyes widened, “This is simply perfect! It’s creamy and sweet, and the top is very crunchy and it has a different flavour entirely!” He hummed and looked at you, his eyes becoming half-lidded, “You know… this treat reminds me of you.”

“O-oh?” you felt your heart skip a beat at the heated look in the prince’s golden eyes, “How do you mean?”

Sidon ran his spoon through the silky custard cream, “It’s so sweet, and soft…” one of his hands squeezed your thigh through your dress, making you jump slightly. You could see his sharp teeth glint in the low candlelight as his low voice, only loud enough for you to hear, rumbled from his chest, “and so delightfully fun to break~” the spoon cracked the top of the brûlée and you felt a jolt go through your body as his claws poked into your plush thigh, no doubt leaving pinpricks in your dress.

“Is everything okay, y/n? Your face is positively red?” Sidon asked louder, feigning ignorance. You could see the cheeky, lusty look in his eyes still.

You cleared your throat, “I-I’m fine, thank you, my Prince.”

“Ah, I see the problem, you haven’t had any dessert yet,” Sidon laughed, “Go ahead, have whatever you’d like!”

You looked at the variety of the desserts still on the table, eyes being drawn to a personal-sized red velvet cake tiered with icing and wildberries. You smiled and set it in front of you, giving Sidon a coy smile of your own, “Hm, what a coincidence, this one reminds me of you.”

Sidon looked down at you after taking a sip of his drink from a tall glass flute, “Is that so, droplet?”

You licked your lips, “It’s red and rich and delicious…” you brought a forkful to your mouth and looked at your beloved through your lashes, “and I don’t know if it can all fit inside me.”

Everyone at the table turned your way as Sidon shattered the stem of his glass with the way his hand clenched. You hid your grin with a mouthful of cake, not caring about the cold liquid spilled on your lap. He covered his fluster with a cough and a laugh.

“O-oh! How clumsy of me! I spilled my drink all over y/n’s dress!” he laughed and took your hand, “It simply won’t do for my consort to be in such a state! Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Without another word (although with some cut-off protests from the other nobility at the table), Sidon whisked you away from the banquet and straight towards his (and your) quarters.

You giggled as he hastily locked the bedroom door behind him and fixed you with a lusty gaze.

“My naughty little minx,” he purred, caging you in against the bed, “You really know how to make me lose control.” He leaned down to capture your lips with his own and you moaned as you felt his huge hands run up your plush form, your dress bunching up at the sides, the silky fabric sliding up your body sensually, delighting the sensitive nerves of your sides and tummy. Your prince’s hands wasted no time and started feeling up your newly-exposed skin. Sidon’s tongue explored your mouth, the different flavours of caramel and berries mixing into an intoxicating sweetness.

“Sidon,” you breathed as he released your mouth, hands reaching up to undo your cloak. As the fabric fell away, the Zora let out a pleased rumble and started showering wet kisses to your shoulders and neck, “Ah, that feels so good!”

Sidon laughed roughly against your skin, “As sweet as that dessert was, I much prefer devouring you, my sweet~” He groaned as his hands dipped under your panties, getting two handfuls of your ass. You gasped as his sharp teeth grazed the tender bitemarks he left on you last night as he groped you roughly. “You drive me absolutely wild…” he panted, breath hot against your neck.

“Let me,” you put a hand on his chest and the prince pulled away just enough to let you completely pull off your blue dress, tossing it to the side. Sidon’s eyes were downright hungry as you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, leaving your top completely bare, “Come here?” you fell back on the bed, sandals coming off of your feet, and reached out to him, needing his hands on you again.

Sidon took a steadying breath and removed his cravat and armour pieces, watching you watch him with an equally greedy, needy desire. He set the pieces on his dresser and nearly launched himself at you. Your mouths met in a messy, desperate kiss, your arms around his strong neck and his hands exploring every dip and curve on your gorgeous, soft body. Your tongue ran over his teeth, and Sidon rumbled as he tasted some of your blood on his own tongue.

“So delicious,” he purred, moving down your body, trailing his long tongue down your body, leaving sucking bites all over your plush form. He lapped at your nipples, teasing the buds until they were stiff before pinching them roughly making you squeal. He grinned up at you, “Such a gorgeous reaction. I adore playing with you like this, droplet~” you squirmed in his hold, moaning in pleasure as he sucked dark marks into the soft, tender flesh of your breasts.

You were shivering in his hold, moaning into the cool air of the room. Sidon nuzzled into your belly, kissing right under your navel, once a part of your body you disliked, but that opinion swiftly changed when your lover told you how much he loved it.

Sidon held your thick thighs apart and grinned. Your face flushed hot as you realized he must be looking at your completely-sodden panties. He looked up, meeting your eyes with his own heated, golden gaze. You could see his teeth glint in his smile as he trailed his tongue up the sensitive skin where your thigh met your pelvis and he let out a rough growl as his teeth caught on the fabric of your panties, snapping the thin material and making you gasp. He repeated the action just as slowly and sensually, leaving your panties tattered and your pussy exposed.

“Mm, I love seeing you like this,” he breathed, hot breath washing over your most sensitive part and making you whimper, “This is by far my favourite treat in the world…”

Your head rolled back in the pillows and you moaned as Sidon’s thick, slippery tongue slithered up your pussy, collecting your juices and bumping into your hard little clit. You reached down and held Sidon’s head, gentle on the sensitive fins even as your mind went numb from pleasure. You struggled not to use your thighs to hold him in place, and he must have felt them quaking. Sidon groaned into you and used his hands to grope your thighs, bringing them to lock around his head. He pulled off enough to whine, “Please, please, my love! I love feeling these juicy thighs around me,” he smiled, grazing his teeth over your inner thighs, “I want you to hold me down until you cum for me~”

You cried out, thighs holding Sidon in place as he went back to work, teasing your lips and clit, with his tongue, slurping so loudly it made your face flush in embarrassment. Your prince was loud, too, letting out loud groans as he ate you, his hips grinding into the mattress beneath you. You gasped as his tongue finally slithered inside you, teasing your gummy walls and reaching deep, deep inside. You writhed in the sheets, Sidon’s hands holding your thighs around his head and keeping you where he wanted you. Your hips started grinding down on his tongue, urging it further inside. His teeth grazed your clit and your eyes rolled back, crying out as orgasm rippled through your body. Sidon moaned with you, his tongue held taught, letting you ride it through your pleasure. Your body went limp and Sidon pulled away from you. As you came down from your high, you looked at him and saw him lick his lips lewdly.

“So very delicious~” he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and straightened up, kneeling on the bed. You could see both of his cocks already starting to protrude from their slit.

You panted and readjusted yourself amongst the pillows, opening your arms, “Come here, my Prince,” you called with a lusty smile, “I want seconds.”

Sidon smiled and crawled above you, “Oh, my sweet little droplet, I’ll give you anything you desire,” he held up your hips to align with his claspers, the long, tapered, tendril-like lengths stretching up to tease over your sopping-wet lips, “do you know what I’m going to do to you, darling?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, pretending not to know exactly what he was planning. (hint: it’s the same thing he did last night, and the night before, and the previous morning…)

Sidon groaned as his hands started groping your sides again, moving you to line up his cocks with your pussy, “I’m not only going to fuck you,” the word was spoken roughly and it made your heart skip a beat. He never swore unless he was with you~ “I’m going to stuff you. I’m going to stuff you so full with my seed that you’ll be dripping with it, so full that you’ll become addicted to the feeling of being a sweet little depository for my cum.” He panted harshly, his hips grinding his cocks against you, bumping your oversensitive little clit and making you whine at the feeling and his filthy words, “Do you want that, my droplet?”

You nodded, feeling like you were losing your mind, “Yes, please! Please, Sidon, fill me up!” you panted, rocking your hips down. You cried out as just the tips breached your well-lubricated pussy.

Sidon snarled and grinned, holding your hips above the bed with his superior strength, “Get ready, darling,” He groaned as he slowly eased both cocks inside you, letting you adjust when they were halfway in, “Oh, gods, my droplet, you’re so hot inside!” he cried out.

You cried out and panted, adjusting to the twin lengths inside you. You could feel them squirming around inside you, looking for a place to hold you open as you were bred. The thought alone made you feel hotter and you nodded, needing Sidon to fulfill his promise and stuff you full.

Sidon eased his hips forward, his cocks delving as deep as they could go before they spread. You screamed and gasped as a second orgasm rocked your body. You whined and urged Sidon to keep going. The prince let out ragged breaths, letting out a rough groan as he was fully inside you, and he started pumping his hips, cocks drawing in and out, in and out, his hips smacked into your own, and he looked down at you, vision hazy with lust, as he saw your thighs, stomach, and tits jiggle with each movement, “Fuck, my droplet, my… princess! Fuck!” His eyes dilated, the gold of his irises barely visible as he lost himself to the pleasure. The lingering taste of your juices, your blood, your dessert on his tongue, the scent of you, powerful in this room from the nights you spent sleeping in the sheets, the feeling of your soft body welcoming him in, your hot, wet, tight pussy embracing his cocks and begging him to breed you, to fill you, to stuff you. It was all too much.

Sidon roared and moved, holding your legs up to your shoulders, and you could see him grin as he easily maneuvered you into a mating press. He started slamming into you, cocks flexing and reaching deeper than his tongue could, sliding against your sweet spot and teasing your cervix with every rough thrust. He leaned over you and he pounded you, hot breaths ragged against your neck as he growled more filth into your pointed ear.

“You’re mine! This body, all of this gorgeous body is all mine!

“You're so lovely, my sweet droplet! I need you, I need you so badly, all the time! I want you like this every day!

“My darling, I’m going to fill you up, you'll come un-done! Around me, and, and, unggh, I’m going to- going to-!”

You grabbed Sidon’s head and smashed your lips together, not caring how his sharp teeth cut your lips, tongues warring as he came. You gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his thick and heavy cocks unloading into you, his thick seed pouring into your womb as his chest rumbled against your own thundering heartbeat. One of Sidon’s giant hands came down and started roughly rubbing your clit, sending you over the end for the third time that evening. You whined and shuddered against him, toes curling in the sheets.

“My beautiful princess, my sweet droplet…” Sidon panted and held your cheek, “I love you so much…”

You held his hand and kissed inside his palm, “Oh, my Prince, I love you too, with all my heart…” your vision was bleary, but you could see how tender the prince’s smile was for you. Only for you.

Sidon lowered your legs and you whimpered, startling him, “Oh! Dear, I was too rough on you, wasn't I?” He looked ashamed.

You reached out and pulled him back against your chest, “No, you were perfect~” you giggled and kissed him again, sweeter this time. Sidon sighed pleasantly and licked up the dried blood on your lips.

“Everyone is probably worried about us,” Sidon said with a half-smile, “But I don't quite want to leave yet.”

You hummed, “Oh? And why is that, my Prince?” You teased and flexed around his cocks, still inside you, getting hard again.

Sidon purred and ground his hips into yours, “I don't think you're quite full yet~”

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