"Again, I awake, consumed with thoughts of you. I grow weary of Hyrule's futile attempts of defending itself. Every time, the armies of her states fall exhausted before me, and the desert sun.
"My power is ever greater than theirs will be, of course, but nothing humbles quite like the desert. Hopeless as they are in their armor, these great warriors would collapse before facing me, or any of my generals. A pity.
"I grow tired of this war, my love. The knowledge that you are safely confined in the palace, awaiting my return, sustains me.
"I am nourished by the thought of your smile, the sound of your laughter...
"Think of what is to come for us, once Hyrule is in the palm of my hand. Remember how I promised you Hyrule herself. Know that I will be returning with her. The greatest gift I can bestow.
"Work first, play later, my sweetling. One Hyrule is mine, we will have plenty of opportunity to 'play.'"
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.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you if you're not taking/doing requests rn
I have yet to see anything like this, but I wanna see headcanons for a few of the legends of Zelda breath of the wild characters (Link, Zelda, Sidon, Ganon, anyone really) having passed out in the middle of the desert only to wake up in the shade of a pretty(and/or)handsome traveling belly dancer readers caravan and how they feel to having reader take care of them until the over heating goes away, would they refuse the help? Would they accept it? I'm curious what you think.” - anon
hi hi!!! first of all, you're NEVER bothering me! ngl, i generally keep requests for later if i like them, but thankfully, they're open!! secondly, heat exhaustion is ROUGH. speaking from experience, it’s one of the worst feelings imo. and in your list, the only one i could imagine not experiencing it on the extreme side would be Ganon (simply because he is a Gerudo and would have the equipment and be acclimated to this environment (and he’s a king, so you bet he’s got high security at all times)). but i do think it’d be fun to add him onto this list. so i will :)
let’s dive in! (please don’t hate me for Revali’s i promise i love him)
Link
wouldn’t really be that surprised
he’s woken up in so many different places that he probably just expects it now
but he’s grateful
he’d notice your clothing and be interested in every detail (probably trying to figure out if there’s any properties to help you withstand the heat)
will inevitably go back to sleep for several hours
Zelda
thanks you 1000000+ times
and absolutely lets you know how attractive you are (not flirtatiously, she’s just an extrovert)
would invite you to the castle for a performance and a meal
asks about the history of your trade and lifestyle
will yap to you forever and forget time exists
Sidon
why is this man in the desert he’s a fish?
he’d be beyond thankful
is offering his life
will ultimately deplete your water supply
invites you to Zora’s Domain for a performance and an endless supply of water (he’s embarrassed fr)
Revali
would probably rather die than receive help tbh
but the shade feels nice
so he’s SAT
might warm up to you
might not
will probably complain the entire time
Bazz
again… why is this man in the desert (unwillingly at that)
accepts reluctantly
but if you tell ANYONE…
he’ll be really upset
will not willingly deplete your water supply
would be more relaxed if you weren’t a stranger
embarrassed af
Rivan
the only zora i could see in the desert
is thanking you nonstop
and probably trying to give you gifts in return
would tell you his whole life story (and his daughter’s)
and if you ever go to Zora’s Domain, he’ll be there, greeting you with the biggest smile
Ganon
thanks you
and definitely means it… at first, at least
he has a way with his words
he’s prideful to say the least
and not only will he invite you to perform in Gerudo Town
but he’ll also ask you to join him in the ‘right side of history’ (in a very chill, nonchalant way)
the morning sun beats down on your neck, warming the skin slightly. hands flowing with the motions you place the last carrot into the basket, standing with a stretch. dabbing the sweat from your brow, link closed the gate to the cucco pen and made his way towards you.
grabbing his hand you lead him back into the kitchen, the sounds of water running and soft thuds of a knife as you move around each other like a perfectly choreographed dance. sliding the freshly chopped carrots into a bowl you move onto the herbs, the fresh scent filling your nose.
nimble fingers swiftly dig into the bowl making your head turn to see link shovel a handful of carrots and radish into his mouth. “we won’t have any left if you keep that up.” you tease, smiling at the pink spreading across his face. link stands next to you as he cracks the eggs, whisking them in another bowl and seasoning them.
you get the stove going and start to cook down the vegetables, swaying to the sound of the birds singing outside. links strong arms wrap around your waist, face nuzzling into your neck, a gentle kiss placed on the warm skin. a smile twists on your lips at the action, “need something?”
link shakes his head and rubs his hands against your hips, a playful nip onto your neck as he moves you away from the stove top, guiding you to sit at the table inside. you watch as he moves the vegetables and starts to make some omelettes. fingers absentmindedly playing with the lace on the table you watch link, a soft humming escaping him, as it tends to do when he cooks, body never quite staying still.
morning wind drifts through the open windows, ruffling sheer curtains and wafting the scent of breakfast around the air. time goes by quickly in the small kitchen and before you know it link is plating the omelettes and heading outside. pouring two glasses of juice then following his lead, placing them down onto the little table, wiping your hands of the condensation.
link waits for you to eat first, watching your reaction. a pleased hum leaves your lips at the savory taste of egg and cheese, “this is delicious link.” his eyes dart away as he nods and starts eating, you eye the pink that rests on the tip of his ears.
a comfortable silence settles over you both, only the sound of eating, birds, and lapping water graces fills it. quiet mornings with link are your favorite, as few as they have been in the last few months. usually one of you is leaving or just falling asleep, brief kisses and murmured “i love you’s” pressed against cheeks has been the routine but recently that’s changed. link has been staying home more, letting himself sleep longer and taking more work in hateno.
link’s warm hand covers yours, a silent question in his eyes. lacing your fingers together you smile reassuringly, leaning over to place a passionate kiss on his awaiting lips. “your turn for dishes.” you tease, looking at his slightly dazed expression. link blinks a few times, brain catching up and he’s nodding before he even realizes it.
after cleaning up you both sit outside on the steps of the porch, hands interlocked and your head on his shoulder. links eyes are closed as he takes in the sun on his skin, a soft smile on his lips.
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.
you've known sidon much longer than link, having loved this man ever since you first met him, but never gathering up the courage to confess to him, due to him being a prince!
you were content with just being by sidon's side for an eternity, without ever confessing to him… and then you met link!
link came to zora's domain and changed everything for you! not only did you soon develop a crush on the heroic hylian, but your close friendship with link also made sidon realize his own feelings for you
sidon had always appreciated your company and he truly loved you, yet it wasn't until he saw you with link that he realized that the love he had for you was romantic!
link was quick to realize he had some sort of attraction towards you, yet he was hesitant at first to act upon it, as he realized that sidon and you seemed a bit too close to just be friends
link actually consulted sidon about his feelings for you, making it clear to the prince of the zora that he liked you and asking sidon for permission to act upon those feelings and ask you out
and sidon couldn't say no, despite how much he wanted to! he had no right to tell this boy that he wasn't allowed to confess to you
but sidon knew he had to make a move on you as well and state his feelings for you clearly! if he lost to link, then he at least wanted it to be with all cards on the table!
Hii! ❤️ I love love loveee your work omg !!! Okie, I'm seriously obsessed with totk rn, so I was wondering if you could write a bit of Prince Sidon fluff-smut !! <3 Like Sidon with a slight breeding-kink + gentle, fem-hylian reader if that's okay! Nothing too specific lolz, tsym!!! <3
It feels like for the first time tonight, the water has gone almost completely still.
There is no more thrashing, and splashing around. There is no water splashing against the sides of the pool, threatening to spill out and spill over with every second that passes. There are no waves- big, medium, and even small- threatening to overtake you if you’re not careful. For now, at least. At the moment, there is only quietness, as you breathe in the cool night’s air. There is only calmness, as you lay your head on your lover’s chest and listen for any proof of his existence. And there is only peace as you let your eyes flutter close and let yourself finally, finally begin to rest. Except, of course, the night is not over…
“Surely have at least one more left for me, right darling?”
…and he is far from through with you.
At his words, you find yourself whining, your body too spent to even begin to form the words that you want to say to him. You should have known. You should have expected this. In fact, you’ve been warned plenty of times in the past about what you were getting into when you first accepted his proposal. But every single time, you brushed it off. Every single time, you thought you could handle it. And you could. With potions and stretches and practice and all kinds of neat tricks you learned together to ensure that you could take all that he had to give to you. But for the longest time, you can and do handle it. But Prince Sidon’s appetite was insatiable. Specifically, it was insatiable for you.
And you don’t think there’s any potion that will ever get you used to the feeling of sitting on his still-hard cock half an hour after he pumped you way too full with his seed while he subtly rocks his hips into you and brushes his fingers against your clit. There just couldn’t be. Some miracles aren’t meant to be brewed, after all.
“Is that a yes, sweetheart?” Prince Sidon murmurs to you, his words punctuated with a soft kiss to the side of your head. The finger he had on your clit tapped the spot almost lovingly before going back to trace tiny little circles into your sensitive nub. “You’ve been taking me so well all night. My sweet girl deserves an award for being so accommodating, yes?”
“Mm…” You let out a soft sound, licking your lips absently as you thought about his words. About his offer. It’s hard to say no to the prospect of another orgasm. Especially considering the fact that the ones he gives you always manage to be better than anything you could ever give yourself. “Umm…”
That said, you don’t know if accommodating is the best word to describe how you’ve been tonight. More than a couple times he had to remind you to relax so that he may fit as far as he naturally could inside of you. More than a couple of times he had to slow down and stroke your inner thigh in an effort to make you relax as you were tightening up far too much for him to even move inside of you. And, of course, that doesn’t even begin to cover all the times he managed to angle it just right that you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll back as you babbled at him incoherently- stopping only whenever he’d stick a finger or two in your mouth just so he could find a way to fill you up even more. And give you something to suck and drool over, of course.
That said, he was much more gentle tonight, all things considered. He could have taken you to his quarters, put you on all fours, and pressed your head to the ground as he pounded away at your holes. Using your body for his own pleasure. Marking you up and biting you all over as he filled with you reminders that nobody could forget or ignore. He could have done all of that. He could have done all of that in more.
But instead, he took you to one of his favorite pools of water. Someplace quiet and secluded and with a nice view of the stars. He got you comfortable as he held you tight and kissed you deeply in between every single sweet nothing he could think of uttering. He made sure you felt safe as he kept a lookout on things and made sure the water never made it above your shoulders. Then he stretched you out and had you ride his tongue until your legs began to quake with a mixture of want and exhaustion. And it was only then did he lean back and place you right on top of his lap, letting you fall limp in his grip as his cock pushed past your lower lips and made its way inside of you as you squirmed and whined and whimpered for him. It was only then did he wrap his hands around your waist and lifted you up and down and up and down and up and down his cock over and over and over again. Making you dizzy. Making your toes curl. Making you drool. Making you his. Over and over again.
Now, he’s slowly and ever so slightly rocking his hips into yours, making sure you’re staying full of the very cum he keeps swirling around inside of you with even the slightest of movements. Now, he’s resting a hard on your stomach- heads spreading over the belly bulge you just know you’ll see the second you look below the water. Something your lover never fails to remind you about how he hopes that it’ll become a semi-permanent addition to your body very soon if everything goes according to plan. It’s been a while since a mixed Hylian-Zora child has been born, after all. And you have no doubt he’ll be a good father…
It’s hesitant, but before you could ever realize what you were doing, you found yourself nodding your head slowly. Almost instantly, you can hear laughter in your lover’s voice as he calls your name and asks if you’re sure. He knows he can be a lot to handle, and he doesn’t want to do anything you’ll end up regretting the moment you have to start walking somewhere on your own two feet. But you find that his teasing voice only serves to give you more resolve than you had before. Truthfully, you’re still sore inside from taking so much of him- a feat you’re sure you’ll never get used to at this rate. And you know the second he pulls out completely, you’ll muddy the water the two of you are submerged in with so much cum it’ll make your head swim.
But it’s the hand on your stomach. It’s the finger circling your clit. It’s the kisses to the side of your face and the crown of your head and the underside of your jaw and just about everywhere the much larger man can reach. And it’s the thought of sinking down on that almost monstrous dick of his just a few more times as it twitches inside of your confides and fills you up like you know no hylian- no other man could ever do. It’s all those thoughts and more that have you nodding your head a little bit more eagerly this time, as you spread your legs a little bit wider than before. Hoping he’ll take it as a go-ahead to start again. To start making you feel good again. To start doing more than just shifting his hips and holding you to his chest. To give your third (or would this be your fourth?) orgasm of the night. To remind you that you’re his- all his. All over again.
“Well, my dear…if you do so insist…”
And luckily for you, he doesn’t leave you waiting for long. Because the Prince Sidon you know is insatiable. He just so happened to know when and how to hold back too.
