#dick having reader

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It didn't take much convincing to have the Gerudo King kneeling between your thighs. You don't quite recall the words nor how you said them but they must of been persuasive for him to be this eager. Despite his large strong hands on your hip and thigh, and the fact you know he could easily flip the roles, you felt irreparably in control. One hand gripping the sheets beneath you, the other slipping its fingers into his vermilion hair. You then tug, pulling his head forward. Ganondorf is stubborn, patient and enjoying your displeasure at being teased. He relents to only tease your tip one last time. Circling his tongue around the crown, licking across the slit before sucking. You sigh relieved as he closes his lips around your cockhead. Now he doesn't mind you guiding his head it's just something to tease you with later. His amber eyes never looking away from your face as he takes your cock to the root and pulls back to the tip.

Fair enough to you, as your eyes don't move his form. It was in the rare moments Ganondorf wasn't guarded, his hair wasn't up nor was he suited in his armor. Instead clothed in loose fabrics that accentuates his body showing each flex of muscle underneath. A plus is that you know just how easy it is to just slip those off. An ease akin a tissue paper wrapped present.

Your breathes and soft sounds as well the lewd wet noises of a mouth working your cock are the only sign to any passing underling to what's happening. Feeling your thighs tense under his hands he increases his efforts at the sensitive parts of your manhood. Ganon smirks as you curse, your cock giving a telltale throb. You buck, rut and roll your hips into Ganon's awaiting mouth. A few thrusts in and your cock spasms once dry, second pumping your cum as far as your length reached.

Ganondorf waits for to finish painting his throat before he pulls back letting fall from his lips as he stands up. Catching your breath you watch through half lidded eyes as he slowly slipped his robe off letting you trail your eyes over any newly exposed flesh. The fabric falls to the floor revealing him in his entirety. His chiseled physique, strong broad shoulders, down his torso the thick happy trail leading your eyes to his own manhood. You know he's aroused but the pure weight and size makes him hang. Ganondorf's voice pulls your attention back to his face.

"Surely you have more to offer then that," his deep baritone might be enough to get you going again by itself. He doesn't wait for your answer for he already knows it. You get off the bed quickly, amusing Ganon by your eagerness. You move into position gently brushing his hair off of his back seeing the scars lined across the skin. They were a few shades darker than the rest of his skin. You press a kiss against a prominent scar causing Ganondorf to tense beneath you before relaxing. He's still unused to tender touches like this. You press your fingers against his ass slowly pressing in at first. Your free hand moves to stroke yourself the rest of the way erect. You don't take you time not this session at least, maybe once he's more comfortable with soft touches you'll go slow. Possibly make love, but now it's not what your king wants from you. You have to judge of it's enough. Removing your fingers and lining your cockhead to his entrance only his own saliva lubricating your cock. You push forward as far as you can your body pressing against his firm buttocks. Your hands against his waist as you lean your weight onto him so you have some leverage to move your hips against his.

You leisurely speed up your thrusts with each smack of your hips. You push against Ganon's back he complies and arches his back for you. Your hands now on his hips as he holds up his torso with fold arms. Now able to push deeper from the vantage point you made you rut against his ass trying to find the best angle. You settle for now and focus on fucking into the large man. It felt great with him under you. This close you could really take in the angles and curves of his body. Makes you feel strong with such a powerful king under you.

Your hands on his hips guide them in movement with your trusts allowing you to hit harder inside. Ganondorf occasionally looks over his shoulder at you noticing either how focused or blissed out you are. He's clearly amused by how hard you're trying to be rough with him. Din deemed him the most powerful for a reason after all.

Thrusts grow slightly sloppy as you near your second climax. You feel the build up, tingles running up your spine originating from your cock brushing against Ganon's insides. Your grip on his hips tightens. Ganondorf doesn't need the warning he knows the signs.

"Go on, give me it all. It's want you want isn't it?" You're unsure if Ganondorf's tone is mocking or genuinely encouraging but you're too close to really care.

Ganondorf feels you tense against him before you cum. Not quite as much as the first time. The king seems to drain you like that. You try to continue moving as you climax until it's too much. Pulling your sensitive cock from him staining the sheets with the last remnants of your second orgasm.

You ground yourself post orgasmic bliss as Ganondorf moves guiding you down onto the bed where he laid.

Terms used: dick, cock, chest, bosom,

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Ganondorf appreciates his partner's form regardless of their assets. He doesn't go out of his way to make it known though the floodgates open of you where to ask about it.

The curves and lines of your body. Any definition of muscle or smooth area of fat. He squeezes your hips, thighs, stomach and chest, saying everything he loves about them and what he'd do to them if you let him.

After he's done with everything else he'll have you on his lap as he touches the cock between your legs. Pulling your legs apart to have more space for his big calloused hands. His hands tease the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before cupping your arousal. Praising you for being so excited and receptive for him.

Not up to penetration? Feel free to rub your cock against his cock. Even if he's soft, feel it grow hard under your ministrations. Thighjobs and assjobs welcome.

CW: Mentions of the chest. If you have chest dysphoria or dysmorphia please skip to the next red word. There also mentions of marking and hickies on the skin.

If you show insecurity about your chest. Small or large it does matter. He tells you to press your bosom against his erection. This erection is just for you. He cums where you want he has plenty to spare.

He'll take his time with your chest. If you're able to come from nipple stimulation be prepared for it to be exploited.

If you're able to visibly bruise he'd mark the flesh of your chest with bruises, hickies and bites. If you ask him to stop he'll relent.

Hylian

CW: Exhibitionism and possibly objectification? Go to the bolded word to skip.

Teases you about the nature of your relationship. Forsaking your race to be with him. A traitor, heretic even. Maybe he should dress you up pretty and parade you around. Looking only, please. Don't touch.

Nonetheless. He enjoys the mirth from it. Specially the size difference so easy to hold and to move. An almost mocking bite to the tip of your pointed ear before deciding you're properly prepared to take him.

Other Hylians might not be allowed to touch but if you're up to it the Gerudo ladies would be up to discovering the differences of Hylians and Gerudo anatomy. He doesn't trust most of the men under his rule but that doesn't mean he can't conquer up some phantoms just for your use.

Gerudo

Note: Heavily implied to be AMAB. Reader is strong.

A single Gerudo male is born circa one hundred years. This son is by law the king.

With this in mind it's obvious why Ganondorf choose to have you by his side. Two Gerudo kings ruling together. That's just history writing itself. Ganondorf also doesn't mind that his partner can easily lift him.

Maybe take turns deciding who's topping tonight but wrestling. First pinned is the bottom. Maybe first 2/3.

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They were beautiful. Always have been and will always be in your eyes. It was an honor to know Asra. Their beautiful cloudlike curly hair was a mess, tussled by the tossing that occurred during this session’s love making.

Their skin was smooth as you marked up their inner thighs. You could just please them until the heat death of the universe but they wouldn’t allow it. Asra would insist that you deserve it more. 

It leads to times like now. Asra treats your cock and balls like the most delicate treasures. Your length down their throat as they gently massage your balls. You place loving kisses across any skin you can reach. Giving soft sucks to their clit on occasion. Arm wrapped around the curve of their ass and hip to slip your fingers into their cunt. Making sure to rub that one spot that you know drives them wild. 

Asra’s thighs clench around your head, a sign for you to pull away. Pulling your sopping wet hand from Asra’s pussy. Asra pulls your thighs against his head. Hands pressed against your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. Making you unable to pull back. You cumming down Asra’s throat. 

Asra swallows then lets your cock slip out of their mouth. Kissing up the softened shaft they placed loving kisses on your balls.

“It’s like you’re thanking them,” you laugh. Deciding it’s safe enough not to drive Asra over the edge, you resume your licks and sucks to Asra’s delicate bits. Making sure to pause to place kisses and hugs to their already marked up inner thighs.

Asra rubbed a hand up your side as they worked to make you hard again. They've been at this for a while. They wanted to run you to the ground. In a good way. Your shaky breaths signaling that their plans were working so far. 

They want you to do the opposite. You were just willing to do anything they wanted you to do. It was starting to get to the point where you wanted to pull away from Asra. You could feel it all through your body. Nerves are on fire from their touch. 

Cock hard again, Asra had slipped it back into their mouth. 

Face pressed deep into their cock, you worked them back up. Asra felt your hips twist, sensitive to their ministrations. 

Asra smiled into the kiss they pressed against your cock. They plan on dragging out this last one. Even as your hips raise, trying to reconnect with the magician’s lips. 

Starting to want to make Asra cum you returned to your work with vigor. Asra swirled their tongue around your tip before sinking back down. Making sure their tongue is pressed firmly against the bottom of your shaft. 

They move their head in tandem with your licks. Face soaked with their essence. The two of you worked together to bring each other to completion. 

Asra’s thighs tighten around your head keeping your face pressed hard against their cunt. A groan rumbled in your throat onto Asra. They squirm and rub their pelvis against your face in small circles. Asra pulls away from your cock with a gasp, strangled by a moan. One hand flying to your head the other pumped you cock trying to get you to come with.

You moaned into Asra’s cunt, ejecatulating onto their chest. Taking deep breaths the two of you move to settle by each other. Asra tucks their head into the curve of your neck and shoulder. 

“You got something there,” you say next to Asra. You reach over to wipe a streak of drool off of Asra’s chin. Asra smiles and laughs at you. 

They reach over to place their hands on both of your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss. 

Zagreus’ waist was cinched, adding to his already fine figure. The corset was a glossy black with a deep red accent. He leaned back onto the bed. Chest exposed as he had discarded his toga and belt. Only his pants and iron shin guards remained of his usual attire. 

“You look good,” he says as you crawl over him settling yourself on his waist. His hands run down your sides admiring how the corset molds your body. His fingers pick at the ends of it before dipping under the band of your bottoms.

“You should see yourself, sir,” you chuckle, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“No need to already have the greatest view in Hades right here.” You snack on him on the chest before lifting yourself off of him. He reaches out upset from the loss of weight before he realizes where you’re headed.

Forgoing your bottoms you toss them off the bed. Only clothed in the corset adorning your torso. Zagreus eyes your hungerly eyes slowing down their panning over your cock and the corset. 

Kneeling on the bed you tug Zagerus’ pants down enough for his cock to pop out. Hard and eager, it almost smacks you in the face. Something you’ll tease Zagreus for later. For now you grasp it, giving it a few slow strokes up and down the shaft before leaning forward to swirl your tongue around the tip. 

Zagreus groans, lifting his hips to try and push himself deeper but stops himself as you push down on his hips. Letting himself be pushed into the fabrics under him. His pants being pulled up as far as they can go with his guards still on. You slot yourself between his legs trapped between the fabric of his pants and Zagerus himself.  Though it's obvious you're not the one being contained. 

Removing yourself from the tip you lick up from the base of his cock to the tip. You suck it before sinking down as far as you can without choking. You’ll work on gag reflex later. You want to focus on the god before you.

Bobbing your head, hand on his hip, thumb rubbing circles. The other arm hooked around Zagreus’ leg, hand resting on the inner part of his thigh. You progress until you see the tell tale signs of him cumming. You stop.

Zagreus groans in disappointment as you pull away from his cock, pausing to place a kiss on the head. Pressing your pelvis against his, he wraps his arms around your head pulling you down for a kiss. 

Zagreus relaxed as he felt your cock press against his ass, allowing you entry. Slowly pushing in, Zagreus moans into the kiss. 

Starting off at the pace you know that Zagreus likes. Smiling, pulling your lips from the kiss to watch Zagreus’ expression. Your hands manhandle Zagreus’ hims until you consistently rub against that spot that make Zagreus grip the sheets underneath him. 

Nipping and nibbling at Zagreus’ neck. Zagreus pushes one side of his face into the bed to give you excess. More skin to suckle on. 

Having been denied not long ago, Zagreus could feel himself getting close to release already. Arms return, hooking around the back of your neck as he buckles in for the ride. 

Letting out a strangled moan he ruts his hips against yours. You allow him, letting him ride off his orgasm. 

Feeling the fabric of the corset stick from sweat, Zagreus looked down To where you remove yourself from him. Still hard. 

“You had a dry climax, Good Boy Zag,” you purr, moving to lay next to him. Zagreus now realized he indeed didn’t ejaculate. Sitting up he removes his pants and guards, tossing them to the floor for now. He moves to take off the corset but stops when you put your hands on his. 

It was cold, chilling wind drifting through small holes within the hut. Despite being such a big man he likes being held. Muriel that is. His cloak draped over the two of you as well as a thin blanket Muriel had. Still Muriel was warm so the cold couldn’t really get to you. You’d press yourself closer if you could but it wasn’t possible at least until you had an idea.

“Can I slip inside?” you caress the back of his thigh up the curve of his ass holding he’d understand. He makes a sound of acknowledgement before shifting to give you access. He pressed his face into the bedding under him, embarrassed of what’s happening.

He sighs as he feels you settle behind him and slip your cock in.