May I order more big scary men?

The curse comes back every 100 years (most of the games), and a Gerudo king is also born born by that time. Ganondorf will always be the vessel of Demise, the same way Link will always have the spirit of the Hero and Zelda be a somewhat incarnation of Hylia or have a strong connection with the Goddess.

But what is it really like to live with someone else's goals in your soul, + have the pressure of leading an entire population? All of this, only because you are unlucky enough to be born.

It's very interesting to imagine Ganon knowing about the curse in enough details to understand the origin and what can be done to get rid of it. Him learning about it would be the core reason of him possibly seeking redemption and REAL peace with Hyrule, as long as they cooperate and allow use of the Triforce. It's not something he can do alone.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

When speaking about his childhood, Ganondorf mentions being a "young and lost child". This can be explained by a multitude of factors like: the heavy responsibility thrown onto him for as long as he can remember, the lack of adult male figures in his entourage, feeling misunderstood... His situation is so unique, no one can relate or give proper advice. He feels left to himself. He was always a smart kid, but it was often overshadowed by the women leading him, training him to be a fitting leader. He kept to himself a lot, rarely seemed to have any childish fun. He felt like an instrument from the very beginning, an empty shell. The only thing filling him being Demise's awakening power, he had no place for his own spirit.

Teenage years are a touchy subject too. That would be the period of his life where he is the most influenced by Demise. He cannot think for himself, he wants to rebel against every expectation that people put on him. That leads to him leaning on the urges of the demon, because he really believes that's what he's meant to do and want. In his late teens, some of his personality truly changes, his closest advisors and soldiers start to be wary of him and his decisions. He's more cruel, shrugs off important aspects of his role as King, he has no pity or mercy.

Entering adulthood, he's a bit more mature, but not necessarily in a good way. Ganondorf finds himself stronger, as a King and as an individual. Ideas of domination still take up all his senses, Demise grows at the same rate. This is the Ganon we see in OOT, willing to trick Hyrule and cause its destruction to become all powerful. He makes mistakes, he is the result of years of conditioning from his greed and his malice. He believes there is no turning back, and so he has no choice but to keep his plans going no matter the cost. He won't let anyone stand in his way, and will seek revenge on those who do.

It's in adulthood that Ganondorf learns the truth about the curse. At first, he is sceptical as anyone would if they learned they whole life was a lie, but he isn't stupid. He isn't stubborn enough to feed himself more falsity and keep going as if he didn't find out about the whole cause of his misery. He takes some time to process the information, trying to make sense of it. Ganon realises he is just a pawn, just as much as he believed the Hero and the Princess were. To his core, he isn't any better than them. He is possessed by greater power. Even if he did proceed as planned, he would ultimately not be the one in control. Demise would. His theory has proven itself true the first time he tried to resist his urges: the urges of destruction, violence and death, led by malice. Demise reacted, hurting him and others in the process. It took him a while to even take the upper hand on his malice. He had fed it too much during the course of his life, and it was catching up to him now that he wanted to back away.

But even if he had everything under control, who would believe in his potential good heart?

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔

Let's put ourselves in a peaceful context lol...

As acquaintances, Ganon is not necessarily friendly. You either take one path or the other: gain his respect or have a death wish. He keeps any conversation formal and brief, as any royal would with anyone he doesn't know.

You could become friends if ever you prove yourself as an advocate of the Gerudo. If you share common interests and goals, he might as well get to know you and your potential.

From there, a sincere friendship can take place. The change can easily take you aback at first. From a professional relationship to genuine, warm greetings and invitations... He's still intimidating, but the knowledge that he is on your side is reassuring. He wraps his strong arms around you, having to bend to meet your shoulders and back. Firm but careful, he makes sure to keep you comfortable around him by keeping his strength in check. He invites you over to his... place? palace? as an official guest with the excuse of "political and economical matters". In reality, Ganon only wants to spend time with you, chatting about whatever is going on in your lives and what you've been busy with recently.

The more it goes, the less he can hide his true intentions. He slowly realises why he wants to be with you all the time, he CRAVES having you by his side. It's strange to him, but not foreign enough to leave him clueless with a racing heart. He has a... crush... on you. He doesn't see the actual feelings as something to express to you, not yet. It would be impolite and rushed. No, Ganon needs to ask for your hand and heart with decorum and pride. Unfortunately, it kind of ruins the whole romantism of it all. You might feel as he's asking as a need to take over you, control you, get something from you. Your reluctance hurts him. He doesn't know what he's doing wrong, he genuinely thinks you are not interested in him. An awkwardness between you two settles, and it takes a while for you to get rid of it. It only comes back to normal when he does realise (with the help of his advisors or other trusted relatives) that his wooing methods weren't appropriate.

The official courtship starts after he confessed to you without any filters or ceremony. It's one of the rare times where you witnessed Ganon showing uneasiness. He faced you, didn't (tried not to) look away, but he shifted his weight between one leg and the other. The declaration itself wasn't spectacular, in theory... But it felt so unreal to see the strong, capable, fearsome Ganon opening up about something so vulnerable and human. You accepted his feelings. How could you not? He was utterly adorable, for once.

I can't choose whether or not he would take his time before actually marrying you... But either way, you knew each other long enough as friends to communicate correctly. After you marry, not much changes except you living with him, probably in the Gerudo desert with his people. He is not against visiting your home country or town, but it really depends on your level of security and the amount of people there. He doesn't want to show up somewhere and scare people when he's just trying to relax, even if it is funny... He's more chill around you. For the first time of his life, he's not under the impression that he needs to play a role. It's weird for him at first, because he's confronted with the fact that he never got to discover himself; who he really is. It takes some adjustments, but you help him by just... existing, acting as a reminder of his individuality.

𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

We won't go over every royal responsibility this guy has, because it's going to be boring and long.

One of this man's biggest appeal is obviously his hair. Ganon prefers putting his hair up whenever he needs to make act of presence outside his quarters, which is a lot of the time. Depending on the occasion, it's more or less sophisticated. He sometimes can pull it off by braiding his hair himself, but often needs assistance from someone who knows the art of Gerudo hairstyles. He would be very pleased to have a s/o interested in learning about it, it initiates intimate quality time.

Like anyone, he loves the feeling of putting his hair down after a long day. When he has time to pamper himself, Ganon likes to brush his long hair without rushing himself. Again, a good occasion/excuse for you to take care of him.

To maintain his physique, he never skips meals. On the contrary, he sometimes has more than three per day, depending on what he's doing. Training makes him hungry fast... Fast metabolism king...

He values good food, variety too, when his kingdom can afford it. He doesn't go out of his way to buy extravagant or rare ingredients if he's the only one able to enjoy it. The Gerudo value equity within their group, as any military corp should. They keep favoritism and social classes out of their system as much as they can.

It was like the usual day in Hyrule castle. Servants going around, the sky was dark as always, and monsters surrounding the area doing whatever they're supposed to do

After Ganondorf finally conquered Hyrule for himself, he still didn't feel as if it was enough. That's where you came into the image

You were a conquest, a thriving land that he sought after ruling the remaining ones. Living as his bride—his prize—wasn't exactly like those novels you used to read when you were a child

No. Being with Ganondorf wasn't exactly like that

Yes, you were spoiled. But with limitations. Showered in gems from different lands but you knew he gained these treasures with the destruction that naturally come out of his hands

You could never truly be at ease whenever your... 'husband' is around. Having to carefully chose your words, having to maintain a composed facade, even talking with others is kept minimal

You were his and his only. He made sure of that the moment he locked you in his golden cage

And during his reign, you start to notice the changes in his own body...

Long gone was the noticeable green of his color, swallowed by charcoal darkness. The once golden yellow hue of his eyes now burned an ominous crimson. Even his hair which was already the color of red turned into a much brighter and intense shade

But appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. The way his body worked also went through a significant transformation

And by that, his heat cycle started

"G-Gan!" You blabbered, getting fucked against the mattress and not even getting the time to breathe as you got ravished with desperate intensity

The bulge of his muscle trapped you in place, legs helplessly jerking and twitching in the air with each violent thrust he gave while his large hands cupped the flesh of your ass, pulling you even closer to meet the smack! of his hips

He growled, the sound low and deep as he worked his way with the pliant softness of your body whilst you gave a nasty arch that had him sinking his canines on the flushed skin of your sweat drenched neck

"N-nghk!" You whined, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation that he was generously giving you. The girth of his cock stretching you wide, your cunt begging for mercy as it puffed and drooled out slick

All while it greedily sucked his invading member every time he pulled out then going back in with a mean slap! of his clammy flesh

"hah...Louder little vai..." He panted then then licked a long stripe of his tongue from shoulder to the curve of your jaw with a rapacity that could be mistaken for growing obsession

"P-please..!" you choked out, fingers uncontrollably digging to the strength of his back as it flexed with each gooey plow of that dangerously swollen dick

In and out. In and out

he kept the repetitive motion, his movement jerky with each slide of entrance that your poor hole allowed "Thaaat's it..." a small chuckle escaping him as he witnessed your own mind getting blown out by the sheer size of his everything

Drool leaked steadily from your slack mouth, eyes dazed, and your limbs barely coping as you cried out in a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain

"hhh- hhngh, oh god, oh god!"

With Ganondorf, tenderness was never gentle. It came wrapped in ironclad possession and smothering intensity, even the moments meant to soothe left you breathless beneath the weight of him

"There she is" He groaned against your ear, his hips stuttering as he grew more vocal "My little vure, screaming... fuck-.. screaming for her savior"

You sobbed out, your vision blurring with the tears that mingled with the salty taste of your sweat. His hips slapping against yours in an uncoordinated motion, as if he was desperate to do anything just to spill his load deep in that fertile insides

His pace was already fast earlier but with the lingering promise of his release, he became more rougher along with the added streeeetch of his base that had you gaping for air

His teeth clenched tightly as he buried his face against your neck, his hands moving to the back of your thighs to spread you wider and your body willingly agreed along with the satisfying scream that tore at your throat

"Just-..." He moaned, his brows furrowed in concentration "..A little more.."

The legs of the bed ruthlessly screech against the floors and the headboard thumping on the walls while you're heavily pinned to the mattress with his bulk, accepting whatever he wanted to give and grab

If you weren't already losing your mind, your soul would definitely leave your body the moment his thick thumb rubbed tight circles around your aching little pearl, singing in enjoyment that echoed up your spine

"Gan! S-so.. Aah!!" You prattled, unconsciously bucking your hips against his touch, not knowing if you wanted more or less. Your moist clit loving the attention that she was getting, continuing to have your back lifted, not even touching the mattress

"Good, doesn't it?" He grinned, his teeth glinting against the light of the candelabra that crackled on the night stand

You nodded desperately, coughing on your own tears and you sniffled and mewled, your body tensing the moment you felt that familiar heat pool at your lower stomach

"f-fuck...! Stop... oh fuck!" A loud crack was heard and the mattress lowered on the side

It didn't matter if one of the legs broke, he kept going, never stopping. To Ganondorf, everything was insignificant when faced with the clamping warmth of your walls on his cock

the base of his shaft further flared, his tip an angry flushed red as it plundered your cervix over and over again

"Keep squeezing me like that, v-vure" he growled, his eyes dilated as he fucked and fucked that that miserable sopping pussy that neared the end of oblivion "no one...hah... no one makes you feel like this other than me"

You couldn't even process what he said, too cock drunk to even comprehend what was happening, you didn't even notice the bed slowly breaking

The consistent swirls of his thumb against your bundle of nerves absolutely broke whatever conscious you had left

"Gan!!" you wailed, your eyes crossing as you came all over his swelling cock, stretching you further and further. Each spurt of wetness damped his already lubricated skin as you convulsed against his form

He grunted in effort as he buried himself to the hilt, making you let out a keening whine as your hole drank up the swole of his base, his pelvis now pressed up against yours and you felt every inch cater your insides

"fucking perfect" he snarled, locking you in place as he came deep in your womb. Each splatter of his seed sticked to your gummy walls and you took it

Taking it so so well for him

His cum came out in thick white ropes, its hefty weight making you feel full if not the monstrous cock lodged deep inside you

The slit of his tip kept spitting out broken lines of him, making sure that every drop was firm and stuck

You could only whimper brokenly as you laid in his arms, your stomach taking on a rounder shape as you got filled to the brim with his royal essence while his knot continued to throb, being locked in place so securely

You can still feel him tense against your already exhausted body, both of you panting and breathing, sharing the same air that's laced in sweat and sex

He groaned and hugged you tighter, his brows furrowed in a tight line when his swollen base squirted out another strong wave of cum that even he the demon king himself, was brought low by the intensity of his knot

Even after all those months of being transformed into his demon king state, he was still getting used to the alterations that his body is going through. Yet you held him, offering whatever comfort that you can offer

Being married to the demon king might have its own ups and downs but you were right where you wanted

Taking his cock Filled with his cum and bearing his heirs

Along with the reassurance that you were his and he was yours in his own twisted way possible

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Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who started to reply the last 12 years over and over in his head, from the moment he sat next to you during his first college lecture to the moment he found himself in front of your front door in an attempt to ask for a second chance only to find out it’s too late form the smirk on your new boyfriend’s face. To the point of him getting distracted during everyday activities, like over serving his coffee and sitting at a greenlight until someone honked at him.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who starts to have trouble keeping up with his physical appearance. The same man who could get up at the asscrack of dawn to go on a run or to the gym, always clean shaved, hair always slicked back, never seen in his pjs outside his bedroom, started to walk around with a 5 o'clock shadow, starts to drop off or pick his daughter up in his sweatpants and tank top he sleeps in, eyes more sunken in then they usually are.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who has a silent breakdown everytime you post something while out on a date with your new boyfriend.having to grip his phone so hard to the point his knuckles turn white to stop himself from bursting into tears while Gabriella is eating dinner in the next room.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who had a few too many drinks while Gabri was at a sleepover, calling up first his younger brother then his best friend. Rambling about how he should have seen the signs sooner, how he should have never let you go in the first place, because now you were in the arms of another man, and considering that it’s been over 3 months it looks like he’s there to stay.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who thought he was hallucinating from drinking too much when you showed up at his place at 11:30 at night

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“I-I just, if… if I knew that I still loved-“ he interrupted himself to hiccup before continuing to speak to Peter over his phone, placing down another empty beer bottle on his living room coffee table. “I still loved her, I wouldn’t have let-let her get a new boyfriend in the first place ya know?” He slurred, hearing Peter’s response but none of the words registering. His mind calmed from the temporary haze the alcohol provided.

Knock knock.

Miguel rolled his eyes with a groan as he slowly got up from his seat on the couch. “I thought I told you I didn’t need you to come over Peter.” Miguel said as he grabbed the empty bottles and quickly placed them in the kitchen, his friend on the phone expressing his confusion as Miguel made his way to the front door with his phone between his shoulder and ear.

“Huh? I’m not at your door-“ The rest of the sentence turned into background static, not noticing Peter’s calls for him and asking if he was listening. Miguel was too busy being in shock. He blinked once, twice.

You were still there.

Bloodshot eyes, runny nose, rosey and tear stained cheeks, your shoulders shaking a bit as you hugged yourself. He didn’t even get a chance to ask what was wrong before you spoke.

“Can I come in?” You croaked, throat tense as you attempted to keep your voice from wavering.

He opened the door wider.

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Baby Daddy Masterlist

Part 4