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Suspended Belief

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60211249 Ganondorf (TOTK) x F! Reader

Notes: No y/n used. She/her used throughout. Shibari, suspended shibari.

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Settling into his seat, Ganondorf sipped a cool drink as he took in the sight before him.

Strong ropes hung from the hooks embedded in the ceiling, looping down to the vulnerable form of his lover.

Blindfolded and bound, she hung, face up, at the perfect height for his eyes to run over every part of her that he loved to tease. Ruby ropes wrapped around her limbs highlighting the best parts of her. Her ankles were tied to her thighs, looped around and keeping her legs spread. Her arms were secured wrist to wrist, behind her back. Ropes wrapped and rolled around her body, pinching and cradling her breasts and circling her cunt. Fibers were dark with the wetness leaking from her and sweat from the long session of teasing and torment.

More ropes were wrapped around her to keep her body suspended in the air than to decorate her skin, but no matter what she looked magnificent.

Ganon eyed her flushed skin and panting chest, following the curve of her body and the flow of the ropes to where he had been toying with her, fingers busy working between her slick lips and around her clit.

It was a rare indulgence to have her like this and he was set to enjoy it.

Ganon waited for her to calm down from his last bit of teasing. She’d gotten close this time, nearly cumming on his fingers and tongue before he pulled away. Her cry at being denied yet again rang in the air of their bedroom. Curtains and carpets dulled the noise, leaving it for their ears only. Each of her cries, moans, and pitiful pleas for mercy were freely given and well earned from his efforts.

Taking another sip of his drink, thoughts of whether to continue edging her or to work to the finale that they both craved crossed his mind.

She panted in her restraints, words and breath stolen from her and barely recovering while he sat to the side. His cock hung heavy between his legs, firm but too thick to stand even then. Precum has been dripping from the tip for a while now, at least three denied orgasms ago. Sitting on the chair, his cock resting on his leg and precum leaking against his skin, the decision was becoming clear.

A final swallow, drops running down his beard, he stood. She heard the glass clatter against a nearby table and tensed before purposefully relaxing. Whatever he had in mind for her next she’d take, and take, and take, and take. The pleasure was always mind-numbing, leaving her cock-drunk and more than willing for the next time. This would be no different, she thought to the best of her ability when she was denied so many releases.

Ganon could read each twitch of her muscles. Her anticipation and desperation. The muscles in her thighs pressed together best they could, tightening the ropes around her body. He smirked, eyes narrowing on her core that twitched with her body, just as anticipatory for something she so desperately needed as he did.

“Little lamb, are you ready for me?” He asked, gripping the rope that supported her legs, swinging her closer to him. He could see her breath catching, and the swallow she took before answering.

“Please? Please take me, I’m ready for you, so ready.” Her voice was a croak, cracking when she tried to speak above a whisper.

Ganon hummed, fingers running down her sternum, over ropes and down her stomach to her core.

“We’ll see, little lamb. Patience is something valued after all, isn’t it?” His other hand came up to hold another rope, bringing her body closer to his and letting his cock taste the wet kiss of her entrance.

Pulling her to grind against him, letting her soak his cock in preparation. Listening to her soft mewls with each grind he drifted a hand down to his own cock.

Letting her hang there, just far enough to feel his warm but not his skin, he gripped his dick and stroked it briefly before pressing the tip against her slit. With a half step forward, and a pull of the ropes the head popped in through the ring of her entrance. Once through the first barrier she hiccupped at the stretch but each clench of her pussy sucked more of him in.

Each thick, inescapable inch pressed into her, bulging her pussy around him and crafting her body to his. Her slick coated his cock, and with each slow thrust, strings of it would pulled between his pelvis and her thighs. Just as every time before her body welcomed his, stretching around each inch until he was flush against her. His balls stuck to the skin of her buttocks, his pubes rubbing against her sensitive clit savagely.

Every movement was pleasure, leaving her cock-drunk for him and him alone. Her slick ran down his cock and balls, drenching their thighs between them with her arousal. Even just a soft thrust in her left his balls stuck to her, separating with a smleck before slapping against her skin again.

Taking just a moment to savor her velvety warmth around his member before he began to move with earnestness.

His hands slid down the ropes to her waist, using both the momentum of the swing and the power in his hips to thrust against her. His thickness ensured sensation of every nerve, causing her to cry out with each thrust in and clench when he pulled out. Being suspended and tied up left her little room to reciprocate his motions, eyes rolling back and body twitching.

Like this he could not whisper all the nasty things he had planned in her ear, but he could watch her face contort in pleasure and hear her cries echo in the room. Her brow furrowed, and the muscles in her stomach twitched when his cock would hit deep. Like this he could view her whole body, control it, and take as he pleased from it. His hips and thighs could feel the ropes rubbing against his skin with each thrust, sharing in the marks they’d both have when he was finished with her.

He grunted, sweat beading down his body as he swung her body back into his, throwing his head back when she squeezed down on his cock.

��That’s it Little Lamb, squeeze me, take me,” he panted, voice low and hoarse.

“P-please! My king, please!” she begged, unsure if she was begging for reprieve or for more. Her whole body was a mess of nerves due to the ropes. His pubic hair rubbed so well against her clit and her cunt dripped with each thrust. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, making his hair look almost pinkish.

“Please what, pet? Tell me, what do you need from me?” Ganon’s head turned back to her, to watch as she came apart in his hands.

“Mmmmmake me cum! Please!” She cried, her lower stomach burning, fire coiling right where his cock hit in her deepest depths.

“Then cum,” he ordered, “cum on my cock like a good girl.”

He leaned over some, grinding against her both reaching as deeply as he could and rubbing against her clit. The fire in her stomach became a bomb, spreading out to the rest of her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Each muscle tensed up as she came, back arching as much as it could in the ropes and his hands, her pussy clamping down and milking his length. He fought to keep thrusting, prolonging her pleasure as long as he could.

Lightening ran up her body as he chased his high, all of her nerves sparking with each thrust and touch. It felt like her orgasm kept going until she gasped, breathing again as waves of pleasure and pain from oversensitivity took over. Her toes curled and her hands clenched into fists.

Ganon new he could force another orgasm from her. Push that sensitivity past the pain and back into pure pleasure. Alas, the previous teasing and waiting meant he couldn’t push himself to last quite that long.

Already his balls were drawing up, his abs tensing with each thrust. He was grunting and growling, sweat dripping down his body.

Al it took was just a…bit..more…

A harsh clench of her walls around him and he was seeing light flash behind his eyelids. Cock spurting out cum, coating her insides and leaking down to froth at his base. He couldn’t stop thrusting, filling her up with all that he had, pressing it as deep as he could get it.

She moaned, long and low, as he came to a grinding stop.

Taking just an extra moment to savor the feeling and keep his cum as deep in her as he could, he started to pull away.

Once he pulled out his cum quickly followed, dripping to the floor. He took one extra second to enjoy the sight before moving to release her from her ties. Each pull was quick and efficient and before long she was in his lap on the chair nearby. His big hands were rubbing at her joints and each indent from the ropes.

She sat there, warm and comfortable, knowing any rope burn and bruises would be tended to with care, allowing her to settle into the afterglow.

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giuliettaaahh · 1 month ago

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[[ A riveting tale! ]]

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giuliettaaahh · 1 month ago

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giuliettaaahh · 1 month ago

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Wedding Night (Ganondorf) PART THREE

Kinktober 2024 Day Eight: Loss of Virginity

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Nothing could have prepared you for this moment. But that was okay.

Because you were sharing it with him.

“Oh!” It’s the only sound you could make. The only word your lips could form. And it was a pitiful thing. Something you might have been embarrassed about if the situation was different. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help yourself. Tonight you’re just a girl. Tonight you’re just a bride. A bride consummating her marriage. A bride losing her virginity. A bride trying desperately not to tense up too much as her newly wedded husband slowly pushes his member past her lower lips and declares her as the queen worthy of sitting upon his throne.

“You’re doing well,” Ganondorf praises you quietly, voice just barely rising above your breathless moans. Despite always seeming like he’s in control of every situation and every room he walks into, you could tell that he too was struggling with something in this moment. But to be honest? “Very well, in fact. Just stay relaxed for me.”

You were far too out of it to really care about what he was going through. You had yourself to worry about.

At the moment, your husband is hovering just above you on his knees as lie beneath him on the bed. His big frame dwarfs over you. It makes it hard to really think about or look at anything that isn’t his handsome olive-toned skin or his fiery amber-colored eyes. But that was fine with you. When you weren’t looking at your husband, you were far too busy squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into his shoulders, his arms, his hands- just about anything you could grab. All to make it easier. All to survive the initial step. All to the survive the actual moment he pushes himself all the way inside of you and the two of you become one. Just like husband and wife should be.

Your legs are spread nice and wide to accommodate him coming in between them. At such an angle, you didn’t expect to be able to see just about anything. But your husband’s manhood was far too big and proud to go unnoticed. In between desperate gasps and pants and greedy gulps of air, you manage to chance an occasional look at what’s happening in between your legs. Due to the immense amount of pressure you feel down there, you find that what you see isn’t very surprising. But it is somewhat terrifying.

Ganondorf is slow as he makes his way inside you, though you manage he wouldn’t have been able to go very fast, even if he wanted to. Even so, he’s being as kind and caring and doting and as patient as he’s been all night with you. You can see so easily he takes his time in an effort to make it as painless as possible for you, and lets you get used to the girth of his manhood and how it stretches you out to take as much as him as possible. That means every time you manage to take a peak of where he’s entering you, you’re met with the intimidating sight of something long and hard and thick and just… monstrous disappearing side of you. Soaking up and using your wetness from countless hours of arousal and multiple orgasms as leverage. Sliding in little by little. Letting your body’s most precious, most intimate part take him inside of you. Almost like it was meant to be there in the first place.

At this point, you could no longer see the tip of his manhood and its distinct (and a little leaky) mushroom-looking shape. It was gone and buried inside of you. But you can recall all too well those first few moments when that very same tip was beginning to poke and prod at your lower lips. You recall all too well those first few moments when that very same tip finally began to travel past your lower lips and tug and force its way through your tight, tight walls.

And when you began to whimper and whine at the foreign intrusion and the discomfort it brought you, your husband was quick to calm you down. He was quick to offer you his hand and give a lingering kiss to your cheeks as he spoke to you sweetly. He told you that in order for this to work, you needed to trust him. You needed to be calm. You needed to relax. You needed to be still. And you did trust him. But the rest- the rest felt impossible. You couldn’t be calm. You couldn’t relax. You couldn’t be still. Not while that thing, as desirable as it looked, was making your eyes roll into the back of your head and your lower stomach feels all too weird.

Still, how you tried. Oh by the goddesses, did you try.

All that foreplay. All that preparation. You thought it would have at least made things easier. With how long things took, you thought the whole thing would have been inside of you by now. Back before he put it in, you thought you were being dramatic by thinking about the chance that it just wouldn’t fit inside you. You thought that you were taking the role of blushing bride a little bit too seriously. After all, plenty of other women have had sex before. And your husband’s manhood was the first you had ever seen. How were you supposed to know that he wasn’t just big, he was giant.

And how were you supposed to know that a stretch this big could manage to feel so different and so good at the exact same time?

“Oh…my love…” Your moans come out in a pitch higher than what you usually use- a sign of a neediness bubbling up inside of you. “It’s…it’s-!”

“How do you I make you feel, little one?” You hear your husband purr from above you. Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and the small, satisfied smile that you see nearly makes you melt into the bed. His gaze is strong, confident, and still very kind. But the look of lust and desire in his expression is not one to be ignored. Just like you couldn’t exactly ignore the subtle ripple of his muscles every time he moved inside of you. Just like he couldn’t exactly ignore the way your body looked beneath him- plush and pretty and oh-so inviting. But the two of you had other things to concern yourself with than just looking at each other’s bodies. Especially considering the fact that at the moment, both of your bodies were creeping ever so close to becoming one. “Does it feel as perfect as you are, my dear?”

You let out yet another moan, not trusting yourself to even make another attempt at forming a few words. The stretch you feel as his hardness burrows itself inside of your warm, wet walls no doubt has an element of pain to it. In fact, it brings with you the feeling of being overwhelmed- of having too much in front of you or having too much to deal with at once. But you couldn’t deny it. There was something beautiful- something enchanting- about the feeling of sharing and losing your virginity to a man such as him. There was something perfect about how he spent ensuring you were as comfortable as a girl being split apart by her husband could be.

In every second he spent filling you up, he managed not to get distracted by the pull and the appeal of thrusting harshly into the very body he had just deflowered. You knew he must have thought about it. You knew he must have considered it. He is a man as much as he is now your husband.

But he’s a good man. And he’s a great husband.

So great that he continues to push himself in at your pace, not his. So great that he lets you squeeze his hand and bite his shoulder and whimper his name over and over again until the moment he finally, finally, finally bottoms out inside of you. And when he arrives there, he doesn’t move. He lets you sit there with your walls fluttering around him as your body adjusts fully to his size and shape. He lets you soak it all in while he enjoys the feelings that come with a husband being inside his wife for the first time. And he lets you have a moment to remember that this is your first time.

Not just your first time being this intimate with a man. And not just your first time lying with a man. But your first time being with him in such a manner.

It’s something to be cherished. It’s something to be enjoyed. It’s something to love and to be loved on. Nice and slow and nice and slow. But you’ll get to that later. Because now, as man and woman and as husband and wife, you have all the time in the world to cherish each other. You have all the time in the world to enjoy each other. To love each other.

And you’d be lying if you said you started to feel all those things at this exact moment. You’d be lying, because you knew it all along. You knew how much you both cherished and enjoyed and loved each other. You knew because it was from the moment you met this man. You knew it from the moment you married this man.

And now, in this moment where you share in your husband’s embrace, bodies pressed together and minds drawing on blank on every subject except for the man in front of you right now, you recall what your mother said to you before you were set to be married. She told you that the night of your wedding might be scary. But if your husband was kind to you- if he was good to you, you would have nothing to worry about.

And you’re happy. You realize that as you smile you up at Ganondorf while you’re met with a smile that’s equally as charming being thrown back in your direction while you bask in each other’s presence. You realize that with a soft laugh that threatens to spill out. You realize that with bright eyes and beating heart and drums and drums and drums for all the care and attention that you received tonight. Because you’re happy. You’re just so happy. You’re happy because your mother’s words were right. You’re happy because you love and care for your husband. You’re happy because he loves and cares perhaps even more for you. You’re happy because you lost your virginity in a way that made way for much pleasure among the pain. And you’re happy because you have nothing to worry about. Just like your mother told you. But more than anything?

You’re happy because it’s your wedding night. And what could make a bride any happier than that?

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giuliettaaahh · 1 month ago

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Well they fucking succeeded

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I fucking love Leeyoon,

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giuliettaaahh · 2 months ago

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♰ — pairing. Tate Frost x fem!reader

♰ — warnings. Pure smut, filthy.

You didn't really know how it ended up like this.

You being bent over and fucked while desperatly holding onto the shelf's. Your moans and his grunts were load. Almost as if the both of you had no shame what so ever. He didn't, but oh you did. Being fucked by a stranger in public, it was embarrassing. You were like clay, he could mold you into anything he wanted-do anything he wanted. "Ahh, doin' Soo great.. loosin' a bit for me, will ya?" He chuckled, your walls clamped down around him. You couldn't help it. Even though no one was around, it was still scary for you to be fucked in a store.

You yelped as he hit that spot inside you that made your stomach turn, feeling the knot in your lower stomach tightening. Tears started pouring down your face, the pleasure that this man was giving you was amazing. The pure lust this man has for you is somewhat overwhelming. "R-right there..Please..." You mumbled- whimpering as his cock pulled away from your g-spot, you were desperate. You let out more desperate mumbles and whimpering out soft please's "Hm? What was that, couldn't..mm..hear ya" he was lying. "More. Please! Deeper ple- ah!" You yelled as he obeyed, his tip hitting the spot that made your legs weak.

You were practically being penetrated on his cock. Even the support of the shelf wasn't helping. He laughed in amusement- as your smaller figure tried to keep steady but your legs were surely giving up. He spanked your ass, you yelped and looked back. "Why-" you were cut off with his arms wrapping around you. Turning your around you around, he picked you up with ease. His arms wrapped around your legs. As he pressed your back agisnt the shelf. Making some items fall due to the impact. He continued to thrust, you swore you could feel his tip kiss the entrance of you cervix.

His thrust were so fast and hard. It became impossible to think. Your moans were interuppted by yelps, due to the harsh thrust, Tate licked your sensitive nipples before taking one in his mouth. Sucking harshly. He kneaded at the other one. Groping and messaging it. Pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger. His pelvis with each thrust touched your clit which only made you whine in pleasure. His grunts stared to get louder. And more desperate. "Fuuck.." he moaned, his hot breathe was against you face. You pulled him into a kiss. A passionate one, both fighting for Dominance. Of course. He won, you being to weak to barely keep your eyes open. He moaned into your mouth as you moaned into his. His hips started to stutter, "Hmp- ah, yes. Gonna- gonna breed that sweet cunt of yours. Yeah? You'd like that..hmp! Yeah.." you whined at his words. They turned you on so much, "Cumming!" He grunted, holding your hips down. You whimpered in slight discomfort, his tip kissing your cervix.

He slowly pulled out, as he admired his work. You fell to the floor, shaking from the previous love session. You looked up at the man, smiling. Tear still bubbled out of your eyes, your flustered face bright red. He chuckled slightly before pulling his pants up and buckling them. You'd have to admit to yoursekt that you missed his warmth and his cock stuffing you full.

"Y'know. I think I'll keep ya Sha.."

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