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Not super descriptive, im afraid, but I enjoyed your last Gdorf fic and was hoping to request another :3 with gender neutral pronouns and terms if that's alright🙏

Something along the lines of him making you ride him/grind against his knee while he sits on the throne, with some good old-fashioned degradation, along with throwing in some praise here and there. Most ideally, OOT or TP Ganondorf in mind! But that's all up to you, I'm not picky.

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, reader is his loyal attendant here- pre-marriage even? GN so very vague genitalia description. 1k words semi proof read.

CW: NSFW, thigh-riding, use of 'slut', 'whore' Ganondorf being mean but he still loves reader, reader doesnt get to nut yet.

notes: finally.. an excuse to write more for him, thanks for ur request !! he has muscular thighs in all versions so technically all versions work. this is called thigh-riding, right? for some reason it doesn't do it for me but anything Ganondorf related is good. NEW DIVIDER DEBUT tell me how ya'll like it.

Your job was simple, answer when called and obey commands. Ganondorf was a no-nonsense man, so you ensured everything was perfect, your appearance, your work, your posture and speech.

Today was quiet, Ganondorf called for you from the throne room. Your steps were consistently quick- urgently responding to his call while keeping a dignified image. You automatically lowered your head reaching him, he stood near the throne, approaching you, a smile stretching across his strong features; your obedience was always a welcome sight.

“Raise your head, my loyal attendant.” His voice was carried across the room, you followed his order, looking at your king as your hands subtly smoothed down your uniform, the one he insisted you wear.

“I apologize for making you wait, my king. I was tending to the archives.” You explained as smoothly as you could, his eyes followed your every movement, it always made a shiver shoot up your spine. (one you learned to suppress)

“Do you tire of these journeys?” He started, velvet voice coaxing you to drop the formalities for a moment, you always had to look up when talking to him; though you assumed anyone would if they weren’t a tall specimen of the Goron or Zora.

Your confused glance made him continue. “You have many tasks to complete in my palace, you’re only close to me when it’s my chambers or this very throne room.” He settled down onto his rightful throne, one hand clutching the armrest while the other propped his head up to look at you properly. “We should assign you a seat here, shouldn’t we?”

Your first answer was no, where would it go? Next to the throne? That was a position for someone like the king’s spouse; you were just an attendant. He did not wait for an answer and simply patted his thigh. “Come here.”

He anticipated your hesitance, you stood in front of him, and he maneuvered you easily in his hands to sit on his muscular thigh, the sudden movement almost caused you to fall completely on him. Your hand firmly rested on his shoulder and bicep. it was… shockingly comfortable. Most of his armor was focused on his chest so his legs were mostly just clothed.

“Relax, when have I ever harmed you?” Ganondorf carefully tugged you closer, feeling how snug you were against him he couldn’t help a chuckle from emanating, the closeness made you blush. “Do I strike fear into your heart, my little attendant?”

He didn’t mind your secure grasp on him as he tugged you closer, the movement and pressure making you gasp before you could answer, his height, his size, everything overwhelmed you as he gently moved you back and forth. His voice lowered as he leaned closer to you. “Isn’t this what you deserve? The perfect seat for my one and only obedient attendant...” his tone was oddly sweet, the low volume making his voice carry more vibration and gruffness than it already did.

Your lips were parted, you knew you’d be a fool to object to your king’s affections, but should you be seen like this? In such a debauched way in front of the man you devoted your existence to? “But... someone might see us- sir...!”

Ganondorf laughed, deep and rich as he held your hips firmly, he could feel you begin to struggle against his planted hands holding you in place, he knew you wouldn’t disappoint him. “No one would step foot in here unless I command it.”

That assured you a bit, but he pressed on. “Do you think me cruel enough to let you be seen in such a manner? By anyone except me? flushed and panting on my thigh like a shameless slut…” you knew he was possessive, but never over you. you could barely focus over the building pleasure between your legs, you mentally curse the underlayer of your uniform, the cloth clung to your skin and yet you could feel everything and it was hard to keep your composure in your king's hands like this.

You glanced at him pleadingly, he cooed at you almost mockingly as his hands loosened, allowing you to set your own pace. “… should I let you be seen like this?” You had to look away, the idea was shameful, but you felt even more guilt at the arousal pooling within.

“Perhaps I should place you on my thigh like this when I work? I’d enjoy looking at a writhing little slut like you as I finish my tasks…” he chuckled darkly as you moved your hips less subtly now, hands clinging to whatever fabric peeked out from beneath his armor.

“P-please, my king…” you whimpered, it was pathetically amusing yet arousing, Ganondorf held your jaw in his hand and forced you to look up at him, your hip movements slowed but hadn’t stopped, you couldn’t stop, not when the pressure of his thigh was against all the right places, pressing your buttons and getting you so close but it wasn’t enough; you needed him to touch you.

“Please what? You have the gall to make demands to your king? When you’re humping my thigh like a needy whore?” his hand clutched your hip tightly as he sat up, the pressure forcing a choked moan out of you as your grip fastened onto him for stability. “What’s the matter? Is this too much for you?”

He moved you harshly once more, the friction shooting at your senses so quickly you couldn’t reply unless it was a lewd request for him to ruin you. he laughed, kissing your neck, it would have been a sweet gesture had it not been for his hands guiding your frantic riding back and forth.

You were always so obedient, always sacrificing anything for his pleasure and approval, seeing you chase your release so greedily. It was a sight to behold; you were always the quiet little attendant, seeing this side of you only made his desire for you triple, he could barely hold himself back.

He stopped you by grounding you down onto him, enough to stop you but not enough to hurt you. He sat up properly once more, leaning down to speak into your ear. “Enough. you’ve shown me just how much of a good attendant you can be…”

Disappointment and guilt racked your being, was this some sort of test that you failed? Had you disappointed him? Your questions were stopped as he manhandled you once more, carefully he picked you up and stood, his bulking strength made you feel like your weight was nothing as you were fitted snugly in his arms. “I was serious, you know; I won’t let you be seen like this by anyone but me... Now, be quiet until we reach my chambers.”

#your stars have aligned .•°✧✦✧#ganondorf x reader #Ganondorf Dragmire x reader #ganon x reader #loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader

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tiramissyoucake · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you are doing good :)

Can I request a reader who is stronger than Gojo? Gojo had a crush on her for years, but she only sees him as a friend, one time when she is staying in his room with him, she would confess that she has a girlfriend.

Can it please be angsty :')?

I'm doing good thanks! Watched oppenheimer today, it melted my brain a little but it was great

THIS IS IMPORTANT THO: For the sake of reader's sexuality being ambiguous I did keep their partner's gender unknown, I feel like specification would ruin it sjdksjdj I hope it won't bother you

Satoru gojo x reader, angst, reader is stronger than gojo, gojo is very irrational and angry here, gojo has a back + leg injury here, reader is already in a relationship, brief Satosugu banter, Shoko cameo, very little proof reading approx 2.2k? words

The strongest have responsibilities, any ideology any person holds always places responsibilities on the strongest. Be it to protect the weak, further the world, anything of the sort�� the strongest bare the burden. Satoru knew this better than anyone, he was raised to believe he was the strongest in the world of Jujutsu– his parents, friends, teachers, everyone agreed he needed to accept the fact that he was strong.

He just didn't know he would be humbled so quickly by stronger acquaintances. He thought he would be dead by the time someone as strong or stronger than him appeared, yet here you were. Satoru was improving bit by bit through his experiences in Jujutsu Tech, but you? You were practicallt sprinting to the finish line as everyone's fastest paces looked like light jogs next to you. Any time you were praised for your quick ability to adapt and improve your technique, you would downsize your power– it infuriated him.

The day Satoru realised you were stronger was during close combat training, it was when Suguru was still around– he was smart enough to back off when you invited him for a sparring session, this piqued Satoru's interest, how strong were you for Suguru Geto to back away from a physical fight? He was probably the best fighter when it came to close combat.

A loud "I'll take you on!" Brought both your and Suguru's attention to Satoru as he removed his uniform's jacket, throwing it aside and approaching you on the mat. "... Have we met before?" You asked.

"Only one of the two strongest sorcerer's in this dump, Satoru Gojo" He quickly introduced himself, cracking his knuckles and twisting his neck left and right getting all of the kinks out of his bones before standing infront of you. Suguru only grinned as he patted his friend's shoulder once. "Then, I'll be the referee, sound fair?"

"Nice, Suguru! Sneak in some points for me, 'kay?" Suguru scoffed. "I'm not keeping track of that."

"You two seem quite close," you pointed out, smiling at the natural banter between the two, you introduced yourself quickly and after getting the formalities out the way, you took your respective spots; you and Satoru facing each other as Suguru stood in the middle.

"Ready? And..." Suguru began, the two opponents taking a prepared stance. The curse manipulator waited a beat (both to build up anticipation and to mess with his best friend). Then...

"Start!"

Satoru had evaded once blow from you then tried to land another, not even two moves after that he was pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back, that was the first time he tasted defeat. His embarrassed reddened face was more clear now that his glasses had slipped off of his face when he was so confident he didn't even need to take them off, Suguru kneeled down next to you and hummed "oh, did I mention that she's pretty much the strongest around here? Oopsie~"

"Quit laughing and help me up!" After you allowed Suguru to take a commemorative photo, you helped him up, and he dusted himself off as the tips of his ears turned pink. You found this mystery stranger amusing. "Gojo, was it? I think we'll get along fine!"

Satoru didn't know why but his heart skipped a beat, at that moment he thought he has some kind of attraction towards those who are stronger than him (which were a scarce few), but that theory would be debunked as he simply realised it was only love at first sight.

"You kidding me? After that beat down, just call me Satoru!"

You in fact, did not call him Satoru after that, but you eventually came around after multiple instances of either saving him, guiding him, giving advice and if he tried hard enough you would give him small glimpses of your vulnerable side (it was only fair, he was always vulnerable with you!), yet the closer he wanted to be with you, the farther away you seemed; it worsened after Suguru left. The stage of the strongest sorcerers dwindled.

he watched as he hobbled away from the scene on Shoko's shoulder, you made it just in time as Satoru received a blow to his back– the curse's level proved too high for him to handle by himself. Everytime Satoru watched you fight or use your technique, he felt his admiration grow for you (not that he would ever admit admiring anyone else), outside of combat he would shoot playful comments to you and you would actually return them– you didn't yell at him like Utahime or roll your eyes like Shoko, you seemed genuinely happy to be talking to him.

The book of mental notes about you in his head gets thicker and thicker with every interaction, Satoru can dissect any aspect about you and explain what he loves about it in detail, what he loves about you.

"Is he okay?" He was brought out of his thoughts when your voice reached his ears. He laid on one of the two beds available in the infirmary, and Shoko greeted you at the door.

"Yeah, it's nothing major– he didn't say a word since he got here, though.." Shoko turned to look at Satoru, an unsettled expression on her features. "He's never gone this long without babbling.."

"Im a traumatised survivor, I'm processing my fear and intense emotions!" Satoru sat up, hissing through the laugh as he joked. He made eye contact with you; his saviour. You simply huffed out a chuckle. "You must be getting stronger if you can joke around after that."

"Not as strong as you." He quickly shot back with a grin, Satoru had long accepted the fact that you were stronger, you had more stamina, more cursed energy, and you had a good head on your shoulders.

"Shoko, you go relax– I'm sure taking care of this baby took a lot out of you." Satoru pouted, Shoko laughed and nodded, patting you once on the shoulder."He's good to go. He just needs bed rest for now, just toss him in his dorm room!"

Satoru didn't know if he wanted to curse out Shoko or thank her, he had your attention to himself now as you helped him limp back to his dorm room– you were so close to him all he could smell was your scent, all he could feel was your hands on him, so secure so he wouldn't fall and yet he hoped you wouldn't feel his pulse quickening.

It was quiet, and for once, Satoru was content with that as long as he was near you. "Satoru? You've been quiet this whole time..." You pointed out casually, your tone concerned as your expression seemed serene, calm even. He grinned at you, tipping his head down to look around you through his scratched shades. "What? you worried about me? Sheesh, take me out on a date while you're at it!"

You laughed almost uncomfortably, although he didn't pick up on it. Reaching his dorm room and letting you in, he flopped down onto his bed and groaned loudly. "Do you need anything else? I'm going to go now." That got him to sit up

"Alrea- ow?!" He hissed as his leg throbbed in pain. You winced and watched him, Satoru looked up at you with an expression akin to angry confusion, but you knew it was mostly his irritation to the pain. "But.. why? C'mon, what's the rush? You can stay with me for a while!" He patted the spot next to him on his bed, grinning at you.

A chime resonated. You took out your phone, and your expression dropped. "I'm sorry, Satoru. I kinda have a date."

"... huh?" He asked you as he tilted his head, genuinely confused. You, in turn, tilted your head back at him. ".. didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me, wha? It's just plans, right? It's not an actual date." Satoru waved off his worry, laying back on his bed and resting his hands behind his head."It's not like we can date anyone. The strongest just can't risk themselves like that!" Which is why he believes you two would be the perfect power couple– He's strong, he'd be fine! He just needed you.

"... Satoru, I am seeing someone." You finally revealed, you watched his reaction intently, it was almost comical; his eyes peeked over the rim of his shades as he tipped his head down once again, staying still for a moment before slowly sitting up until he was in a proper enough sitting position for this conversation.

".. what do you mean?" He asked with a deeper tone. He was clearly shocked– resisting asking the question 'How dare you? How selfish can you be?' You're seeing someone, and it's not him.

You're dating someone, and it's not him.

"I thought you knew," you started. "I really thought Shoko told you -"

"Shoko knows?!" You were silenced quickly by his sudden shouting, you weren't stupid or naive, you suspected Satoru harbored romantic feelings for you but you didn't think he would burst like this; especially to you, his tone was always so sweet and playful to you– sometimes even vulnerable. You were never on the receiving end of his shouting.

You didn't answer, what were you supposed to say? Apologise? You did not owe him an apology for falling in love. You certainly don't owe him an apology for not returning his feelings. Satoru continued. "We can't love like normal people– WE have to stick together!" He almost tripped getting up, gripping your shoulders too tightly for your comfort. "I'm stronger than any stupid curse or curse user! Stronger than any other sorcerer! I'm the perfect person for you!"

You almost couldn't believe these audacious words you were hearing, as Satoru screamed at you, his glasses slid down his nose showing you the glint of tears as the tip of his nose began to redden with his cheeks; you didn't know if it was from anger, sadness or both.

"Satoru- please calm down." You held his wrist, trying to bring him back to reality. He grew angrier as you continued speaking. "Just because we're strong doesn't mean we have to shut ourselves out from the world– you need to understand."

He wanted to kiss you just so you would stop talking, so you would forget all about that stupid partner of yours and instead become drunk with the feeling of him. He knew you had the power to kill him easily if he did that.

"Please– I guarantee you, whoever they are, I love you more than they do." He wouldn't listen. "I should be - WE should be together!" His shaky hands moved to hold yours closely, shoving them at his chest. You were thrown off by how fast his heart was beating.

"You feel that? This is what you do to me!" Desperation was evident in his voice as it cracked at the end of his sentence. You ripped your hands away from him. You've had enough.

"Stop it! You're acting like a child!" You couldn't reason with him. Logic wouldn't get through. "We don't have any obligation to be together! I'm strong enough to protect those I love!"

"So why won't you love me?! You can save your energy -" his hand landed on his chest "-with me! I don't need protection! I JUST NEED YOU!" Entitlement, love, anger– all his emotions came crashing onto him as he watched your expression contort with anger at his behaviour, he's sure he sounded insane but it doesn't matter, he could see that you refused to have him– for the sake of some weakling that couldn't even compare to him.

"They're just some pathetic civilian, aren't they?!" His accusations crawled under your skin and boiled your blood, what did he know? "Someone who would die against a grade 3 curse or whatever! I'm right, aren't I?!"

You wanted to shout back, to slap him even– you restrained yourself, you didn't get to where you are now by killing whoever disagreed with you, he wasn't on par with you– no one was. Your partner was your comfort in this lonely world of your relentless pursuit of strength. Looking at Satoru right now, you realised only they could provide that comfort for you.

Not Satoru.

"... you're being delusional, Gojo" ... huh? Gojo? Who's that? His heart plummeted into his stomach as pure disbelief and disgust oozed from your words.

He couldn't ask for you to repeat his name as he saw you turn and hurriedly walk out of his room. "Wai-WAIT!" It took him a moment to find his voice, another to blink away the tears, one more to lose his footing as the pain took this chance to ruin any opportunity he had of stopping you, he stumbled to the cold floor and couldn't catch himself or you in time.

"(Name)- waitwait! Please!" You didn't turn back. After everything he said to you, there was no way you knew Satoru anymore. This wasn't Satoru. This was some entitled brat from the Gojo clan.

He was glad you didn't see how pathetically fragile he looked from this dull injury, straining to get up and at least sit on his knees– another part of his mind hoped you stayed to look at him, crying and sniffling as he mumbled your name weakly on his dorm room's floor, maybe then you would have pitied him and agreed to at least go on a date with him.

Satoru always thought you were fated to be lovers. Now, he was reduced to his burden of being the strongest of the Gojo clan. He was over the moon when you two were close enough to use your first names. Now, he was back to being a stranger because of a selfish fantasy.

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