#botw x reader

[smutsslut]

link being absolutely obsessed with how you taste.

oral fixation to an extreme when it comes to you.

he'd go hours and hours eating you out, drooling against the slick of your cunt, like he's never eaten a thing in his life, the damn glutton he is.

sitting on his face, sixty-nine, from the back, any position he would do, as long as he could devour you.

he can't get enough of your pretty moans and whimpering as you're about to cum on his tongue.

his strong, muscular arms wrapped around your legs, toned and veiny hands harshly gripping the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread just enough to fit his head as deep as he could go.

"c-cumming, fuck... link!"

the lewd wet slurps as he ravenously ate your sweet cunt, sucking perfectly at your clit once you'd scream for climax.

the bottom of his face absolutely soaked after the way he dives into you, he couldn't get enough of sloppily sucking and licking at your swollen cunt.

think of it as a stress reliever for him, how he'd sometimes practically beg you to ride his face.

and how could you say no.

he was so good at getting you off without even touching you, just a flick of his tongue.

he'd be more then happy to add a finger or two if you asked, but god his mouth was so good.

if he did ever use his fingers though, getting you to squirt just to greedily eat up your mess sounds like a plan to him.

he flipped you over after you've cum, laying on your back as he slipped down between your legs once more.

your legs trembled with overstimulation as he caressed and kissed the inside of your shaky thighs.

heaving and whining as he slipped his fingers across your dripping cunt, blue eyes flickering up at you under eyelids to watch how you'd react.

he kept your legs from snapping closed, being much stronger than you, pushing his fingers inside.

he sighed a whimper as he felt you quickly tighten, and didn't hesitate to curl his fingers immediately.

his calloused hand roamed your thigh, and down to your clit, where his thumb pressed against it.

you squirmed and squealed, but he didn't let you get away easily, not until he had you make a mess he'd gladly eat up.

he'd prod and prod at the spongy spot against your walls that made you shake, just enough for you to release again.

you're a slut for him,

but he's more of a slut for you squirting all over his face, just to then latch himself onto you again to lick it all up.

the stupid innocent look on his face he gives when you're done, making sure you watch him lick his fingers clean of your taste, none ever gone to waste.

"taste s' good, sweetheart"

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Desert Heat || Ganondorf ||

↪️ He Can’t Handle You in Gerudo Silks

The desert wind is warm tonight, soft, shimmering, carrying the scent of sand and sun-baked stone.

You step onto the palace balcony in the Gerudo silks gifted to you that morning.

A deep ruby top that ties behind your neck, cut scandalously low.A flowing skirt split all the way up your thigh.Gold chains glimmering against your soft stomach and hips.

You wore it as a surprise.You didn’t expect the reaction it would cause.

Behind you, you hear a sound, a low, sharp inhale.Almost a growl.

“My queen…”His voice is already thick.

You turn, smiling.“Do you like it?”

Ganondorf does not answer.

He stares.

The desert king stands frozen in place, tall, broad, devastatingly powerful but suddenly unable to breathe.

The silks flutter again, breeze slipping under the fabric, lifting the bottom edge of your top as a hint of your soft breast shows—

Ganondorf’s restraint shreds.

He crosses the distance in three strides, his enormous hand cupping the side of your face before you can gasp.

“You dare wear this,” he rumbles, voice shaking your bones.“out where anyone might see you?”

His thumb slides along your lower lip.Your knees weaken instantly.

“Ganondorf—”

His other hand grabs your hip, fingers sinking into the plush softness he worships.He pulls you flush against him and you feel it.He’s already painfully hard.

“Little queen,” he growls, leaning down until his forehead touches yours.“you are playing with fire.”

Your voice trembles.“Then burn me.”

His snarl is the only warning you get.He spins you, pressing your front to the railing,your hands splaying over cool stone as he cages you in from behind.

The vast desert spreads below, jeweled in twilight.

But all you feel is him.His palms slide up your sides, over the soft curves he adores, lifting your breasts through the silk.

“This,” he whispers hotly against your ear.“belongs to me.”

Your breath stutters as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

The silk offers no protection—only amplifies the sensation.The wind catches your skirt again, revealing your inner thigh.

Ganondorf groans like he’s in physical pain.“Spread them.”

Your heart kicks.“Out… here?”

His teeth graze your shoulder.“Let them look up and envy their king.”

Heat floods you, pooling low and heavy.

But you obey.

Your legs open, the slit in your skirt parting to expose the soft thickness of your thighs.

Ganondorf’s massive hand drags possessively down the inside of one, squeezing until you whimper.

“Good girl.”

You feel his cock pressing against your backside, hot and thick even through his clothing.His fingers hook your panties and pull them aside.

The night air kisses your slick heat.Ganondorf chokes on a breath.“Already soaked,” he groans. “From a little wind lifting your top?”

You arch back against him.“From you.”

His growl shakes the balcony.Two thick fingers slide into you, slow at first, then deeper, curling.

You grip the railing to keep from collapsing.

“Ganon...ah—”

“Look at the desert,” he commands softly, thrusting his fingers harder.“I want it to hear you.”

Your eyes roll back as he works you open, your wetness dripping down your thighs.

Then...He pulls out.

You gasp at the sudden emptiness.

He frees himself, you hear the low rustle of fabric, then feel the heavy, heated weight of his cock sliding between your soaked folds.

“Say you want it,” he growls.

“I want it,” you breathe.

His hand fists in your hair, gently but unyielding, bending you forward over the railing.

“Louder.”

“I want it,” you repeat, voice shaking.“I want you, my king.”

That breaks him.

He thrusts into you in one deep, claiming stroke stretching you, filling you, making your breath leave entirely.

Your cry echoes over the balcony.If any guards hear, they pretend not to.

Ganondorf groans behind you, the sound guttural, reverent.

“So tight… my perfect queen…”

His hips slam into you again and again ,each thrust shaking the stone beneath your palms.

Your breasts bounce with every movement, the silk doing nothing to contain you.

He notices.

He always notices.

One massive hand slides up, gripping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until you whine.“You drive me mad,” he rasps, pounding into you harder.“Do you know what you look like in these silks?”

“Tell me...ah—”

“A feast,” he growls into your neck.

“A goddess.”

“My ruin.”

The angle shifts and he hits deeper, so deep your legs tremble uncontrollably.

“G-Ganon...please—”

His hand drops between your legs, rubbing your clit as he fucks you faster, harder, his breath harsh against your ear.

“Come for me.”

The order sends lightning through your spine.Your climax hits hard, hips shaking, legs giving out, voice breaking into helpless moans against the night air.

Ganondorf groans loudly as your walls clamp around him, milking him.He thrusts deep, deeper, until he’s buried to the hilt—

And then he breaks.

His release floods into you, hot and forceful, his hips jerking as he groans your name like a prayer.

When he finally stills, he presses his body over yours, breathing hard, keeping you pinned gently to the railing.His lips brush your shoulder.“Next time,” he murmurs, "you won’t even make it to the balcony.”

You smile breathlessly.“Then I’ll wear something even skimpier.”

His laugh is dark and sinful.“Little queen…You will be the death of me.”

[cynosfunnyjokes]

Kinktober Day 11

Ship: Sidon x Reader

Theme(s): Monsterfucking

CW: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT. P in V penetration, unprotected, AFAB reader, Hylian reader, Fingering, Double penetration in one hole, Sidon has two dicks (Do not argue with me, this is my fanfic), belly bulge, creampie, biting/marking, overstim. Lemme know if I forgot something!

Notes: Okay so let’s pretend he isn’t engaged to Yona. Irrelevant. Sidon and Reader get to live happily together. Let’s also pretend I’m not four days behind. I plan to get caught up tonight (hopefully, Idc that Kinktober is technically over.). It’s so like me to be rushing everything on the last day of the month 🫩 Anyone else’s keyboard fucking up after the IOS26 update? Because good god is mine awful.

Word Count: 2040

“Doing so well for me, my pearl.” Sidon’s voice was deep, an animalistic growl in his tone while his ragged breaths ghosted the marked skin of your throat- yet his touch was the exact opposite. He had sworn to never hurt you, after all, and that promise extended to intimate times as well.

With two fingers deep inside your warm walls, his other hand kept you steady, anchoring you against the side of the pool that you were currently bent over.

Truthfully, the two of you had barely made it to his private quarters after the long, uneventful dinner you had shared with him and his father. King Dorephan was always super kind to you, even as the elders tended to stare at you with barely hidden disgust.

You weren’t surprised by the looks, honestly. It was to be expected seeing as they were stuck in their old ways.

A Zora with a Hylian?

None of them had been impressed when you and Sidon became public about your relationship, yet they never spoke outwardly.

But that didn’t stop how they whispered amongst themselves. How they’d look at you like you were nothing more than a gross little bug scurrying around the domain.

Sidon, for his part, was always there to comfort you or to cheer you up when the looks became too much. He had always told you to not let them get to you- that they’d eventually come around.

Sure, you trusted him. But it was hard to believe the elders would come out of their old ways.

But their opinions mattered very little when all you could focus on was Sidon’s fingers in your greedy cunt, spreading mind-numbing pleasure through your body until you were trembling.

“Almost there.” He hummed against your throat again, sharp teeth brushing the skin. His fingers shifted and he hit deeper, spreading you open wide in preparation for his achingly hard cocks that pressed against the curve of your ass.

Sidon always made sure to prep you properly- he wouldn’t even consider actually fucking you until he made you orgasm multiple times on his fingers or tongue.

You’d simply lost track of how many you’d had at that point, mind hazy with pleasure and overstimulation making you all the more sensitive to any of his touches.

“Mmf-“ Small moans and noises scraped your throat, raw from overuse- thankfully, the sounds of the running waters around the domain would muffle anything.

Another orgasm washed over you as you stiffened in your lover’s arms, your elbows braced against the edge of the pool. His fingers slowed as your walls pulsed and fluttered around them with your release, soft gasps and whines escaping your kiss-swollen lips.

“Si-“ You whimpered out, his fingers slipping out of the warm depths of your leaking cunt. Twisting slightly in his grasp.

The Zora cooed quietly at you, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw, gently connecting his lips against yours. Carefully, he guided your body to face his, your hands gripping his chest for stability as his cocks pressed against your entrance.

Shuddering in his grasp, his hands cupped your ass to bring you closer, the first of the two nudging at your fluttering hole.

“Are you ready, my treasure?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple that was so gentle, your heart felt like it would explode on the spot.

Sidon was always so gentle with you in every situation- and it made you more than grateful to be able to call him yours.

Not trusting your words, you nodded up at him with a dazed expression- and with that, he began to slip in. The head nudged you open before sinking in, his length going inch by inch. The zora paused to give you a chance to adjust here and there- especially as you became a blabbering, teary-eyed mess in his arms.

“Shhh, I know, my pearl,” He cooed softly, lovingly. One hand steadied you as the other moved to cradle the back of your head, your face pressed to his chest with a soft, shuddering cry escaping you, “It’s almost in all the way, okay? I promise I’ll make it feel good.”

He was nothing if not reassuring. Even as you were the equivalent of a drooling mess in his arms, sweet and pliant on his cock (or cocks, depending on the situation) he always made sure you were nothing less than comfortable.

Goddess above, he’d spent at least an hour deciding on a safe word one night- not that you’ve ever had to use it.

Finally bottoming out, his cock enveloped so sweetly in your warm, gummy walls, Sidon couldn’t help but let out a deep groan. The way you wrapped so deliciously around his cocks always had him feeling like he’d orgasm too early. The warmth and the way your walls sucked him in greedily tipped him over.

You’re whimpering, babbling nonsense against his chest with shuddering breaths- you felt so full and it was just one of his twin cocks. Sure, you’d taken them both before, but you’d never really get used to it.

Sidon hummed deep in his throat, his hand that had been cradling your head moved to pull it back, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on your face.

“You’re so pretty like this, dearest.” He praised almost sweetly, voice dripping like honey. His other cock twitched against the curve of your ass as he took in your dilated pupils, the subtle haze in your gaze, “So full of me too, hmm?”

Hand moving down, he brushed it against the very noticeable bulge of your belly, his cock stuffing you to the brim, “My dearest treasure,” his face moved to press against your neck, lips tracing one of the many bite marks, “you’re doing so good for me.”

His praises drew another soft whimper from you, walls clenching around his cock in response.

“Mm-“ You mewled, thighs trembling from the stretch of spreading to accommodate his larger body, “Si, please-“

He hummed, hands moving to cup your waist, “As you wish, my dear.”

And with that, his hands guided you against his cock in a steady rhythm, the other rocking steadily against the curve of your ass.

A loud moan escaped you, small incoherent words murmured against his chest as pleasure began to fill your heated core once again. Each thrust of his cock had you arching and crying out, the tip hitting your cervix at a bruising pace.

The earth-shattering pleasure was consuming your very being, heat pooling between your thighs as your releases build up at a rapid pace.

“Si- Mmf-!” You cried out, tears beading oh so prettily in your lash line- he wasted no time in kissing them away gently, whispering soft words to you around his own grunts.

“One more for me and I’ll give you my other.” He whispered against your jaw, teeth sinking into the soft skin of your neck yet again- not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a visible mark.

None of the marks would be easy to hide from the high elders, but a part of him didn’t care in the moment.

Seeing you covered in marks. His marks. It made something primal in him purr happily.

“Close- ‘M close!” Your voice cracked from strain, nails digging into his red scales as you tried to steady yourself against his chest.

A tightness was building in your lower belly, only growing tighter the more your pleasure built up. It wasn’t long before you came again, tensing as your walls clamped down against his length.

Sidon helped you through your orgasm, fucking you at a slower pace as a hand slipped down to rub the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit- you all but squealed, yelping from sensitivity.

He slowed until his hips stilled and you whined in complaint, unhappy with the sudden loss of friction, “H-Hey-“ You hiccuped out, a few tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Shhh, just lining up.” He reassured softly, lining up the tip of his second cock to your stretched hole. You, trembling in his arms, could only nod dumbly- too fucked out to properly respond much, and certainly not complaining about what you knew would come next.

And slowly, he pushed in again, his twin cocks slowly stretching you wide. Filling you more than before. It was almost suffocating, your walls stretching to accommodate both lengths.

You were practically drooling, babbling pathetically against his chest as he slowly bottomed out, your belly bulging visibly as both lengths filled you.

“There,” Sidon hummed, running one hand through your hair and down your back in a reassuring gesture, comforting you, “Taking me so beautifully.”

The Zora had a surprising amount of control during sex. The only times he really slipped were during his ruts- which was a given. Though he did try to take it easy on you when he could.

Besides, a Hylian taking a Zora’s twin cocks was nothing short of incredible.

“‘M gonna break-“ You gasped out, your senses focused on nothing but the feeling of his cocks stretching you wide- ruining you for anyone else.

Not that you wanted anyone else.

“Feel s’good-“ You continued, words lazily falling off your tongue, walls clenching around his lengths as he began to move.

Your pleasure was mounting quickly, faster than before- certainly aided by the overstimulation and countless others you had already had.

“Mmf- Think ‘m coming again?” You babbled, body trembling like a leaf in the wind as his hands moved to steady you, “Fuck- I-“

But you weren’t able to finish the sentence. A wave of euphoria ripped through you as your body convulsed in his grasp. A powerful orgasm washed over you, pleasure-filled noises escaping your sore throat as you squirted on his cocks, juices shooting into the water.

Sidon blinked down at you, jaw slightly slack in a mixture between awe and shock.

“You’re incredible.” He hummed out finally, chest warming with admiration. You, his lovely little Hylian partner, were nothing short of a blessing.

His hips didn’t slow down much- if at all- still continuing in that steady, mind-numbing pace that had your toes curling.

“Think you can handle one more, my love?” He asked softly, nuzzling against your temple, his little shark tail wagging ever so slightly.

His only reply was a halfhearted whine, your hands tightening against his red scales, and your walls clamping around his cocks so tightly that he couldn’t help but moan lowly.

Sidon’s own release was building up at a steady pace, his thrusts becoming a bit sloppy the closer it got. Your own noises were doing nothing but egging him on, his eyes trained on your fucked-out expression.

Gaze flickering down, he took in the way your stretched hole fluttered around his twin cocks, water rippling around the both of you as he fucked into you.

“Come with me, my pearl.” He rasped out, pressing his lips to yours again, hips speeding up in a desperate race to his own pleasure.

You whimpered into the kiss, clenching around him just in time for your final orgasm to wash over you, body jolting from the intensity.

Sidon greedily swallowed your sounds into the kiss, hips jerking once more. Twice. A third time. And then finally- he buried himself as deep as he could before stilling, shooting his hot seed deep inside of you.

You trembled, head falling back- one of his hands shot up to catch it, holding up your head. You were boneless, belly bulging from his cocks and his seed, expression nothing short of dazed and deeply satisfied.

“You did very well, my dear.” Sidon whispered against your cheek after pressing a gentle kiss there, his expression softening with admiration and love, “I’ll handle the rest from here- you can rest.”

But you were already drifting off in his hold- safe, warm, full. You knew he’d handle everything as he had many times before- and in the final moments before you drifted off, all you could think about was how much you loved him. How grateful you were for the Zora Prince that you called yours.

And deep down, you knew he felt the same way.

[manias-wordcount]

Under Cover (BOTW! Link)

Kinktober 2025 Day Thirty: Semi-Public

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You think pulling this off is probably harder than any mission or job the two of you have had to do recently. And somehow, it all takes place inside of a Horse Stable. At 3:00 in the morning. In bed. Underneath the covers. With people all around.

It’s a relatively quiet night in the Dueling Peaks Stable. There’s a soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof of the tent and the near-silent steps and calls of nocturnal animals not too far away from the tent, milling and roaming about. Almost all the beds are occupied tonight with weary travelers looking for a place to rest. Some are underneath the covers like you and Link. Some are standing over their beds, going through their items, and talking quietly with their neighbors and travel companions. You think someone might still be talking to the innkeeper for the night. You remember seeing someone take a map up to that counter and ask for directions. You don’t remember them walking away. 

But to be fair, you’re not exactly in the mood to be paying careful attention to your surroundings right now. It’s a necessity thing. But not for the usual reasons, you have to be careful about your surroundings. 

Your point is that it’s a relatively quiet night here. But it’s not a perfectly silent night where everyone is distracted within their own minds or fast asleep. Nor is it a loud enough night that any sudden or odd movements or noises would go completely unnoticed by all those who are currently taking shelter underneath the tent. So the two of you have to be careful. 

Very, very careful.

Thus, your only solace is that these beds are sturdy. They’re built to last. They’re built to handle people who don’t care about taking care of other people’s stuff. They’re built not to squeak when someone moves around and gets up at any point of the day. And that’s a good thing for a tent full of pushed close together beds meant for strangers to rent for a couple of hours at a time. That’s a good thing because people come and go at all hours of both the day and night. That’s a good thing because too much noise would turn the eyes of anyone awake towards the bed that the two of you are on. That’s a good thing because too much noise would turn the eyes of anyone who was asleep towards the bed that the two of you are supposed to be sleeping on.

That’s a good thing because that means you can do things like this without fear of noise from the bed itself being the very thing to rat you both out. Or rather, he can do things to like this to you.

“Let me do all the moving,” He whispers into the skin of the back of your neck before laying a soft, slow, lingering kiss to the spot. You nod your head into the pillow, doing your best to steady your breathing in a way that wouldn’t look concerning to whatever Stable Keeper was currently up, waiting for new customers and looking out for signs of trouble. “Just try to keep quiet, yeah? I’ll handle the rest…”

But, of course, that’s easier said than done when the spooning the two of you are doing on the tiny little Stable bed you rented until early next afternoon isn’t just spooning. It’s fucking too.

As the big spoon and the horniest man you’ve ever met (usually at the most inconvenient times, too), the grip Link has around your hips is firm. It keeps you in place. It keeps you where he wants you to be. He had tugged up your night shirt and pulled down your sleeping trousers just enough for him to access what he needed without any trouble. Now, his calloused fingers dig into your bare skin as he holds you steady and still while he subtly rolls his hips into you, stuffing you full of his cock again and again.

He’s quiet. Link is always quiet. When the two of you are out receiving quests, he lets you do the talking. When the journey gets too silent, he lets you do the rambling about all that you see and enjoy and miss and hate and could do without. And he does it without so much of a need to cut you off or stop you or give you a response more than just a small smile or a look of acknowledgment. But he’s not immune to letting out low, pleased groans right by your ear as he drags his dick in and out of your warm, wet, and tight inner walls. Made even tighter by the fact that you’re lying sideways with your legs pressed together as you brace yourself by grinding

Hope and praying that some of his skills in the art of not saying much of anything at all rub off on you, too.

“There we go, princess…” He murmurs the moment he starts to find a rhythm that works for the two of you. You respond in the only way you really can- a soft gasp as you try to turn your head and look back at him the best you can in this position. But both his cock and his hands keep you rooted in place. So the best you can manage is a brief look out of the corner of your eyes. A brief look at the dark, desperate yet concentrated look overtaking his features, Furrowed brows, eyes shut, and lips parted as he uses all his strength and, willpower and focus in this moment to pull this off. “Fuck, you feel so good like this…so tight…”

And not get caught.

You know if he had it his way, things would be different. It would be more intense. Because you know him. You know that this is not the hard and fast pounding you know he would have given you if the two of you were in a better, less public location. He would have had you on all fours if you were in a tent where you both were the only signs of intelligent life for miles. He would have had you up against the wall if you were confirmed to be alone in a cave up in the mountains. Things would be different. Things would be louder. Things would be faster. Things would be done to you without so much as a care to who or what you deserve.

But the fact that he has to be careful right here and right now doesn’t mean that he’ll just stop. The fact that this is probably harder than any mission or job the two of you have had to do in recent history doesn’t mean that it can’t be done. Because it can. It absolutely can. It will. Because what’s the point of having a little adventure…?

“Fuck...think you handle my cum inside of you all night, princess? Too risky for you to leave now…”

…without a little bit of danger?

[windtoweem]

Behind closed doors - Link x Reader

Gender neutral reader, but reader is/around the same age as Link

Tw! Spoilers

Romantic

Timeline: Breath of the Wild (BOTW) - Pre Calamity era

Taking a knee in front of the king and the princess. Both of you were. Both of you were associated with princess Zelda. He was supposed to protect her and you were supposed to help her gain her powers.

Unfortunately, Zelda grew a resentment towards you two. Link for the constant reminder that he had fulfilled his destiny. You for the reminder that you had a connection with Hylia even though she was the princess. It’s neither of your faults, Urbosa’s words. Not her father’s.

—————————————-

Both of you watched Zelda angrily storm into her study after a long day of praying and training with you, along with having Link looming next to her like a constant shadow.

Taking in the concerned look on your face, Link gently placed his hand on the small of your back. He gave you a nod, not taking his hand off you.

“She’s a stubborn one, sweetheart. I’m sure she’ll warm up eventually.” He said, softly, not trying to draw attention to either of you so late in the night. A little too friendly, a little too intimate.

A sense of bond that was there, turned into a roaring fire.

Shared kissed behind closed doors, glances when no one was looking, lingering touches, middle of the night rendezvous in each other’s rooms

———————————————————————-

The day before Zelda’s 17th birthday, you two were in the woods with a priest, exchanging life long promises to love each other no matter what and beautiful silver rings, but the very next day, you, Link, and Zelda were running away from corrupted Guardians.

Where did it all go wrong? Link kept his ring. In his pocket. When the Sheikah searched him after he passed out from exhaustion and injuries, they found his ring. The same one that bounded him to you. Not wanting to separate Link’s connection to you, they made sure to keep the ring in a chest, preserving it for when Link wakes up.. if he wakes up.

———————————-

Then Link woke up, in cold water. Nothing. A blank slate of the man he once was. He made his way out of the healing water, the ground cold and hard under his feet. The way he was moving was similar to a fawn first learning how to walk for the first time. He opened a chest; an old shirt, old pants, and shoes. The thing that caught his eye most was a silver ring, untainted by the years he had spent resting.

He did not remember why, how or what was his connection to the ring, but he felt the yearning of someone’s touch. Someone warm and loving and familiar.. not just anyone.

Link had to find them.

[kamisama1kiss]

I once saw a fanart on pinterest with link having scars all over his body like like scratches and burn marks on his back. Would you write some headcanons about seeing them for the first time or a oneshort about it ? Could be tp link or botw ;)

TP - Link { All For You }

Knocking on the door of the bathroom but no response it was opened slowly to witness Link standing with his shirt off discarded on the floor with some blood, "What happened..?" Asking as the previous sleepiness faded immediately from seeing him. Snapping his head to you with a scrunched look "You.. weren't supposed to see me. Well like this." Mumbling with a slight grunt struggling to patch up his side.

"Here let me.." your tone softening as the roll was taken from him and into your own hands, taking a small cotton pad and patting down the slash on his side, him sat at the edge of the bath with you now on your knees infront.

A low grunt left his lips and screwed eyes, "It doesn't look deep enough to be stitched, luckly." Humming before throwing the cotton in the trash.

Using both hands to wrap around his waist to apply pressure around the wound, a light almost whimper found came from his pressed together lips, the wolf part of him still echoed inside at times.

"You're painfully slow." Raising a brow. "Stop being such a drama queen." Yet his eyes watched you with softness tending to him.

"Mind telling me what happened?" His brows furrowed slightly at the question with a nod, "Ran into some monster.. looking things and as you can tell.. didn't leave unharmed." He huffed with a airy laugh, shaking your head. Standing up with a small grunt following suit as he followed the act.

"How is your back then?" The question was innocent enough yet it made him pause with a click, seemingly hesitant "Not the prettiest sight." He'd joke but you weren't impressed making his smile drop slightly. Turning around in slight a limp, your lips fell open.

Multiple long slashes going down the whole of his back along with some.. burn marks having been imprinted into his pale skin, a light frowned stuck itself on.

Your hand trailed along his back of every scar, slash and mark as his arms showed visbal goosebumps from the sensation. "You've really been through it." Mumbling, he nodded in agreement "It was worth it."

"My back looks like this so yours can stay untouched." Turning as he spoke to face you, only with a few centimeter of space, warmth crept up your face with a downturned smile. "You're ridiculous." A light whisper came out as he simply nodded and intertwining both of your hands with his.

"I would take every hit if it mean you'd be safe." His forehead meeting yours as the room suddenly dove into a warm comfort. "Still stand by what I said." He smiled showing the slight fang of his tooth which always melted you into a small pool, "So do I, love. So do I"

°~°

A/n: please TP link give me one chance 😔🙏🏼

[telleroftime]

Imagine scratching Ganondorf's beard. You're sitting there on his lap, supported by his arms and hands that cup your body, as he lazily listens to the plea of some random Hylian that had the misfortune of voicing his village's needs. The words are only half registering in his mind. They echo against one ear only to ring against the jewellery as his attention is split elsewhere. Body focussed on you. Mind focussed on you. Perhaps he'd be a little more sadistic and a little bit more cruel towards the man had it not been for your hands on his face.

He'd never admit to the softness. Ganondorf isn't soft. And yet despite himself he leans into your touch as your fingers scratch boldly at the sides of his jaw. They run so nicely against the red hair and he has to stop himself from grumbling at the feeling. You don't coo, you wouldn't dare to, but you want to. He's acting like a big cat. His lips are pressed in a tight, controlled line and his amber eyes are zone out on a distant pillar. Pupils dilated. Your ministrations have his fingers tapping against the length of your thighs. A slow rapping motion as if he's contemplating.

No blood taints the floor that night. No screams are blown in the draft of the palace walls and no wrath bubbles in his chest. It doesn't dare to, not when your touch acts like a sedative. Especially not when your touch is so pleasurable.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 15 

Prince Sidon + feet 

I almost made reader Rito or Zonai but I held myself back. You get former Yiga reader instead. I have gone crazy for Sidon, for so many years. I swear I got a hundred screenshots of just Sidon on my switch. 

I successfully cut my cats nails today. And now I'm looking at paint for my room, any ideas? 

Kinktober 2025 masterlist.

Nights in the Zora domain were cold and wet, especially compared to the heat of the Gerudo desert, a place you had once seen as some form of home.  

Being part of the Yiga had been your only choice when you were younger. Your parents had not been good people, and their terrible reputation had been reflected upon you across Hyrule. So, you turned to crime, which you had been great at. 

Really, you were the only Yiga clan member that had successfully snuck into the Zora domain, and even stolen something. It had only been the prince’s extra jewelry, but it was still a massive score. You never sold it though, keeping it tucked away somewhere private, just for yourself. 

In the end, you got to return it to Sidon. He wasn’t happy with you in the beginning, but after seeing Link, and helping him out along the way, the Zora prince had opened up, especially after he heard of your origin. 

Somehow, you ended up staying with the Zora, even training many of the Zora guard in your ways. Who would have thought that the Zora didn’t learn much about sneaking or disguises. Not on your watch. 

But, by Hylia, was the domain cold. The sturdy red fabrics of your former uniform wasn’t enough to keep your comfortable, and most nights you huddled away somewhere on your lonesome. 

Until Sidon found you, the prince wanting to hide away too from whatever duty his father and Muzu wanted to put on him. 

It was hidden away like that, that you two got closer and closer. It was there Sidon started giving you gifts too, it started out as small shells and pretty rocks, until you found yourself with a far too extravagant necklace in your lap. 

But, who were you to turn away a gift, especially as Sidon started making a noise you could only call trilling as you put it on.  

Muzu might as well have passed out when he saw you wearing it the next day. The warriors you trained were all grinning like fools, all patting you on the back and congratulating you. 

It took a bit too long for you to figure out why they were all so giddy, only realizing it when Sidon started nibbling at your neck and ear. It was a mating display, something you truly had never thought about. 

Not that you hated it, not at all. Quite the opposite. And it left you scrambling to find some way to return the gesture. In the end you had to get Link’s help to sniff out your many, many stashes of treasure from over the years. 

Sidon didn’t seem to mind at all that you had only given him small useless gifts in return. A cooked meal here, a nice sharpened dagger of average quality there. Nothing compared to the riches he poured on you. 

Your Zora partner seemed content to simply be with you, and for some reason, rub your feet. You didn’t really get his obsession. Sure, there were differences in your anatomy, but your feet weren’t that different from his own. 

It did feel nice though, even if you yelped when Sidon pulled your feet into the ice cold water of the domain, so he could rub your feet under the water. 

For someone so large, Sidon was surprisingly gentle, especially with his claws. Part of him just seemed to enjoy the worship that came with it, of rubbing and massaging your soles and ankles, he even did your nails one evening, using Zora paints to color them the same shade of red as his scales. 

It took a while before Link got back to you with the treasure you asked him to find, and it took even longer to make the gift you wanted to give Sidon, having to get the help of the Zora domains best jewelry maker. 

It was finally done on one of the days where Sidon seemed obsessed with your feet again. You were sitting on a ledge somewhere private, your Zora lover just barely peeking out of the water as his headfin stuck out like some warning. 

You could feel his hands working at the bottom of your feet under the water, the water just barely trembling at the surface as he rumbled, something like a purr leaving his chest and throat. 

Sidon’s pupils blew larger as you placed the gift on his head. It was a bit like a circlet, but made to fit his head and fins, made from the finest silver you had ever stolen, and with shiny gems that matched the rest of his colors. 

He stared up at you for a moment, seemingly speechless as you cough into your hand and look the other way. Affection and gifts were not a common thing for Yiga, most of you raised to be selfish and cruel, so this was all brand new to you. 

You yelp embarrassingly loud as Sidon rises in the water, his grip on your ankle dragging you halfway into the icy waters as he holds your foot against his mouth.  

It tickles as he rumbles louder than you’ve ever heard before, his gills moving and fins flaring like a Rito showing off for their mate. Instinctively you try to kick as he nibbles at the sole of your foot, his teeth sharp like knives, and his tongue cold and rough as it laps at the bits of blood he calls forth. 

“My love” he purrs, the rumbling so loud you can barely understand his words. Your Zora crowds you against the ledge, like the gift you gave him was the last thing he needed to let loose. 

At least he had finally released your ankle, only for you to feel something cold and twitching against it as your feet are collected by his normally smooth crotch. 

As you look down you can see it isn’t as smooth anymore, a slit splitting open as not one, but two, lurching purple and blue cocks thrust between your soles like they are some kind of toy. 

So, that’s why he liked your feet so much.  

All you can do is gulp as your lover growls instead of purrs this time, his claws shredding through your wet clothing as his moist scales squeeze you against the cold surface under you. You have a feeling it won’t stay cold for long.