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kaisers-house-of-desires · 5 hours

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I just wanna say I have notifications on for this blog, AND DID NOT GET THEM. Ahem, anyway, may I ask for a part two of the Muzan x reader fluff where he turns the reader into a demon? 👀 — H

Of course~ Some fluff coming right up~

Title: Meant to Be (Continuation of In Sickness and in Health)

Characters: Muzan x m!Reader

Contains: fluff, pet names (love, dear), blood, death (Demons are...well, demons. While there is fluff, there will be blood and death of extrememly minor characters. Be warned when reading.)

Fandom: Demon Slayer

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All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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A nearby village was no match for your carnivorous rage.

Homes were destroyed, and bodies were scattered about the roads. Faint words rang in your mind as your carnage continued.

Eat to your heart's content.

And eat you did, leaving the village with nearly nothing left. It was a small village, one with not too many people. Anyone who ran by you or attempted to kill you would be your primary target, costing them their lives. Though the ones in hiding wouldn't be spared either, as you would hunt them down like prey, blood dripping from your mouth as you would scout out your next meal.

Within the hour, the village was no more. Families were wiped and structures demolished. You stood at the center of the land, panting heavily as your claws and mouth were soaked with the blood of various villagers. You couldn't tell if you were satisfied, but the nagging feeling in your gut tempted you to hunt for more.

The presence behind you felt appetizing.

Though upon turning around you were met with a tall man with dark wavy hair, his white hat surprisingly clean despite being in a land of viscera and death. You immediately changed your tune, your predatory nature giving way to something softer.

"Muzan, darling!"

He was the only thing you could remember when you woke up. Your memories were nearly erased with the transformation, only leaving the relationship you two shared.

Upon seeing his beloved, Muzan gave you a smile. You didn't realize it before, but now that you had a moment to process, you notice he held a terrified villager in one arm. She was held firmly, Muzan's hand pressing against it so she wouldn't scream. She was afraid, eyes wide as they darted between the two of you.

"I caught this one attempting to run from the village," Muzan explained, gazing down at the woman. "What do you think we should do with her?"

Hunger shot to your mind again, and you stepped toward the trembling woman. Her still wide eyes were now fixated on you rather than flicking back and forth. Her life was quite literally in someone else's hands.

You thought about her fate for a moment, a teasing response following. "Love, have I ever told you I wanted a pet~?"

That answer didn't sit well with the woman, and she began to squirm. Her screams were muffled by Muzan's hand with no way of calling out. Her feet futilely kicked in the air, as if she was already trying to run.

Muzan wasn't happy about her response, and with this position, he forced her head back, exposing her neck. "Are you sure about this one? She's quite loud."

You were so glad he played along.

"Hmm...you're right. I have another idea instead." Staring at the woman, who was frozen in fear from her new position, you simply uttered, "Let her go."

Without question, Muzan dropped the woman to the ground. She was unable to meet either of your gazes.

"Well?" You knelt down to her, your voice teasing. "Run~"

As if thinking she was blessed by the gods, she took you at your order, bolting the moment she heard the word. She screamed into the air, calling for anyone to help her, to help her village.

"Are you really about to let her get away?" Muzan asked, a brow quirked.

Your answer was a simple one.

With your newfound speed, the woman would never reach the end of the village. Your teeth would sink deep into her neck, silencing her for good as you indulged in your final meal of the night.

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Having returned home, you were covered in the dry blood of your feast. Muzan offered to help clean you, to which you didn't refuse. He simply asked you to wait in the bathroom as he set everything up, from gathering your lounging clothes to setting up the tub with heated water. Once the tub was set and you were free of your dirtied clothes, you settled yourself in the tub, some of the water splashing out in the process.

Undeterred by this, Muzan went to work. Despite his title of King of Demons, he treated you as if you were the very thing he was, along with extra care. The way he'd hold your arm was that of a porcelain doll. The sponge carefully swiped along your skin, soap suds cleansing away the dirt and blood that speckled it. As you soaked, and as Muzan carried his actions, the water would tinge color, becoming a translucent red.

As Muzan finished his self assigned duties, he would take note of this sight, and a rush of admiration would wash over him. Thoughts of you bathing in the blood of your adversaries set his body a flame.

For once in his millennia of life, he was the one that did not feel worthy to be in someone's presence.

This feeling would remain as he would assist you out of the tub, a spot with a towel all prepared for you to sit upon as he dried off your freshly cleaned skin. You were the only creature that would ever see him like this, kneeling before a lesser demon, assiting them in such a menial task.

You'd tease him, but in reality you adored how gentle he was with you, and why would you tease that? Sure he was a king, but even a king can be gentle.

With your body dry, he clothed you with a luxurious silk robe that complimented your new reddened eye color. You weren't sure when he had gotten this, but you weren't complaining. It felt lovely on your skin, and you were grateful for his assitance.

Muzan would stand, carefully taking your hand to urge you to stand as well. In doing so, he would carefully kiss the ridge of your knuckles, gazing at you with such soft eyes. You wanted to return the gesture, so you then in turn pulled his hand holding yours close, turning your hand to expose his and return the kiss.

You would never remember who you were, but one thing was for certain: this is where you were meant to be and who you were meant to be with.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 hours

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If it's okay with you can you continue the series where Gojo was giver the reader "lessons." I love that series so much, you did an amazing job writing it😭 I would love to see more parts of that series.

I'm so glad you're enjoying them! However I believe I may be running out of ideas for lessons, so I may have to call this one the last part of the series. But you are still more than welcome to request anything else, my friend.

Title: A Hands on Lesson: Lesson 3 (A continuation from Lesson Two)

Characters: Gojo x m!reader

Contains: light BDSM, blindfolding, fingering, praise/degradation, pet names(love), orgasm control/denial

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

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All characters are 18+

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"Alright, are you all situated?" Satoru's voice after moments of silence settled your nerves, your position, however, not helping.

Your head rested on a couple soft pillows, eyes once again shielded with Satoru's signature eyecloth(you both had agreed it was a thrilling addition to the sessions), and arms gently tied behind you as your lower half was propped on a support foam pillow to help keep you up without getting tired. The perfect doggy style position for a novice like you, posed in a way where Satoru could properly teach you.

Speaking of...

"I-I'm alright. But...uh...w-what's...the lesson this time?"

Satoru's fingers gently brushed up your bare leg, the limb flinching from the touch. They glided up from the spot, leaving your skin already aching for more of his touch.

"Let's see..." The way Satoru spoke was like he was counting on his fingers. "You handled receving and giving a handjob, excelled in giving a blowjob...now..." Pausing, it felt like his presence was gone, but he simply positioned himself by your exposed ear, causing you to gasp softly from the change of position. "Now...The lesson is taking me, and controlling yourself...~"

As he initially listed the tasks you had done, your face grew redder with every one, embarrased by the words alone, but you didn't dare speak against him, unsure of when the game has started. Between sessions, he had teased before how he wouldn't tell you when he'd start, but you would know, so he insisted you keep on your best behavior. He also reminded you that the safeword would always apply, no matter whether or not he was in his role or not.

As you were in your thoughts, something cold pressed against your awaiting hole. One of Satoru's fingers, coated with lube, was prodding at the tight rings, as if urging you to open.

"Now just relax, alright? Otherwise the rest of this will hurt."

Putting all trust into him, you did as he suggested, your body relaxing against the soft pillows below you. Thanks to that, paired with the lube, Satoru was able to slip the one finger inside, causing you to tense once again before returning to your relaxed position.

"Good boy~ I promise this will make everything feel much better..."

His movements were slow and careful, easing himself in and out of you. The sensation was strange but not unwelcome. On occasion, you let out an audible breath, especially as Satoru hit a deep spot inside, and with every little sound you made, he would praise you.

As he felt it was easy to move a single finger, he soon paired it with another, your hips suddenly grinding against the support pillow in tandem with his motions. Your moans were a bit louder than earlier, a smirk growing on Satoru's lips.

"Oh, look at you. So desperate, huh?"

His tone of voice told you he had long slipped into his role, setting your body aflame. He watched as your hips continued to gyrate, your cock pressing against the edge of the pillow for him to view. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your skin from merely two fingers. Your actions would soon come to a stop as Satoru's also halted.

"Did I say you could move?"

His voice wasn't dark, but it was definitely a warning. Panting lightly, you shook your head, swallowing down pooling saliva from the side of your mouth.

"N-No, sir."

"Good. Stay still."

With that said, he resumed his actions, curling his fingers around, spreading them, thrusting them. You were lost in this light bliss for what felt like awhile, the two fingers having stretched you enough for them to have plenty of room. Within time, he stopped once more, but with less time in between than last. A third finger joined, and the stretch burned lightly, though it was quickly shrouded with pleasure as he moved once more.

"Fuck...~ Look at you. Three fingers? How much of a slut are you~?" The word sent a jolt to your cock, precum having already began leaking from the tip. You weren't expecting it, but you weren't complaining; it felt thrilling.

As you were reeling from the new sensation, Satoru spoke once more.

"What, can't talk anymore? Is this all it takes to ruin you~?"

You were brought back to reality, lightly shaking your head once more. "N-No, I'm sorry." A sudden thrust of his fingers caused you to cry out, your hips subconsciously grinding against the pillow once more. You were quick to realize your mistake. "N-No sir!"

"Hah...~ Good boy. You learn quick~"

His fingers then left you, leaving you empty with a soft whine. Satoru didn't keep you waiting, and you felt hands spread your cheeks, a larger object prodding your stretched and aching hole. He asked if you were ready, and with your consenting nod, Satoru filled you, your ass taking him down to the hilt thanks to the stretching. As he let out a groan, you had let out a blissful cry, fighting the urge to grind your hips once more.

"F-Fuck~ God you feel amazing. I knew you could take my cock like this." Your body shook with anticipation, patiently waiting for Satoru to move. Noting this, he pressed his chest to your back, his warm skin coming into contact with your blazing body. "Are you ready, love?"

One extra reassurance, but honestly, despite how respectful it was, it was unneeded. You nodded nearly the moment he stopped speaking. You had been ready the moment he entered you. Sitting up, Satoru placed a firm but gentle hand on the back of your neck as he began to cycle his hips into you, the movements almost precise. His hand placement, his movements, all of it nearly made you lose it, your cock throbbing painfully against the pillow. You needed a touch, friction, anything. You were desperate to the point you started to grind your hips again.

The action didn't go unnoticed, Satoru slightly increasing his speed as he watched.

"Nngh...~ Yeah you're desperate...~ Can't...last a moment of fun without w-wanting your cock touched, huh?"

Your eyes were rolling under the blindfold, nails digging into your palms. His hand placement only grew in firmness, not by a lot, but it felt like it was the only thing keeping you mentally in place, like a leash keeping you connected.

Without an answer, Satoru simply continued his thrusts, degranding phrases of how dirty you were slipping out only to be replaced with praises of your work, of taking it as well as you were.

All of it was enough to tighten the coil in your stomach, your moans pitching in sound. It was a familiar feeling, one you were able to proclaim.

"G-Gonna...cum~! S-Satoru--S-Sir I--"

"No."

The denial brought you back down, your body shaking with the urge to already let loose. "P-Please!"

It didn't help that Satoru's movements hadn't stopped. You were about to burst, yet he insisted on continuing.

"Y-You cum when I say. That's part of the lesson~" His voice was breathy. "Don't move o-on your own...a-and don't cum. You can do that, right~?"

"S-Satoru, please!"

At your plea, the movements stopped, and your approaching orgasm would gradually leave.

"Alright, then I'll stop...~" Satoru's voice wasn't upset, but teasing. If you couldn't handle it, he'd stop, leaving you there to lose your orgasm. His hands now resting on your bound hands, not to untie them, but to simply rest there.

"N-No, Sato--S-Sir I...I-I can handle it, please!"

You really were desperate to have him move inside, but he would ignore your pleas until he figured enough time had gone by.

"Still feel like you have to cum?"

Realizing it wasn't there, you groaned softly, shaking your head.

Gently gripping the binds, he used your arms as a leverage, using it to pull you closer to him to bury deeper into you. Just as you were before he stopped moving, you were quick to fall back into the mess you were, your ass clenching around his cock, as if begging him not to stop again. It didn't take long for your orgasm to return, in which you'd announce it once more.

"J-Just hold off a bit longer," Satoru breathed, repositioning himself to once again press his body into you. His hands rested on your shoulders, not in a way to press you down, but another leverage spot for him. This way, he could focus on his hips, losing himself inside of you in a sticky mess. You tried your best to hold off, but it only inched closer.

"S-Sir, I-I can't! I-I need to cum--!"

As if answering your prayers, Satoru replied, "C-Cum with me~!"

Another moment more and you would have came without his permission. Before your mind went white, you thanked the gods for the reprieve, cum roping out from your cock onto the pillow as your body shook with bliss. You let out heavy, moan-filled panting as your felt your ass fill with Satoru's cum, feeling Satoru himself pant heavily against you with soft groans of each release.

You had to admit, Satoru was an excellent teacher. You'd be sure to tell him that whenever you'd awaken from this experience.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 21 hours

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Can I request a Gojo x male reader that owns a cafe. Reader is having an event for his cafe where if someone gets a special item in their dessert (like idk a cherry or something) he would make them a custom dessert. Gojo, who had won the competition, requested to have Olive as his dessert. (Olive and Gojo do know each other, so it's nit like Gojo is a stranger requesting this lol. If you choose this request then thank you <3

Consider it done~ And for the sake of not naming the reader, I won't be using the name Olive but the relationship can remain.

Title: Sweet Tooth

Characters: Gojo x m!reader

Contains: heated/sensual make out

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

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All characters are 18+

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"Congratulations! You won a custom dessert!"

Behind shaded lenses, Gojo blinked in reaction to the announcement. "Hah?"

You handed him a specialized card in both hands, a small one made of easy to punch paper. "A custom dessert! It's an event I'm holding. People who order a specific item from the menu get a special dessert made just for them, free of charge! With limitations of course."

As a café owner, you liked to hold these little events on occasion, especially if you ended up with more ingredients than you sold. It was a convenient way to get rid of them without having to throw them away and wasting them. For Gojo to win one felt like a thrill, as he didn't often stop by as of late thanks to his teaching position. He luckily had some time during the day to come by for a sweet treat, especially since he promised he would at some point.

Taking the card, Gojo scanned the text.

You've won one (1) free custom dessert*! Present this card at purchase to redeem. *Limitations apply. Good for one item up to ¥800

His drink and to-go box were already on the counter as he gazed back at you. With not a lot of time left in his break, he gave you a charming smile, picking up his items after sliding the card in his pocket. "I'll definitely stop by before you close to redeem this, maybe get some extra things while I'm here."

You two gave each other a wave before Gojo stepped out.

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As closing time approached, you tried keeping the oven on as long as you could, keeping all the necessary ingredients nearby for whenever Gojo entered the shop, but despite your efforts and hopeful waiting, closing hour came, and you begrudgingly turned the heat off while putting the ingredients into storage.

You were upset, yeah, but not exactly at Gojo. It wasn't the first time his job made him stay out, and it wasn't the first time he didn't show up when he said he would. You didn't want to think about all the plans that fell through on top of this, so after locking the front doors, you set yourself to nearly deep clean the café to distract yourself.

You were going to start with the back. Since that area was out of customer sight, you never really cleaned it as well as you should, but at least it was always within code. You had put your apron up on the rack when a knock rattled the backdoor in the room, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin.

You don't recall ordering any new items, as this is where deliveries would be handled commonly, but you could have simply forgotten. That being said, you opened the door, revealing a towering male with familiar white hair and cloth-shielded eyes.

"Yo, am I too late?" His voice was all too casual for his delay in presence.

Disappointment had gave way to anger, and you turned around, allowing Gojo to enter the shop, gazing around the new environment for a customer.

"You have some nerve..."

"What? I came by! I said I would!"

"You said you'd come by before closing!" Built up frustration bubbled to the surface as you started gathering your cleaning items, haphazardly pacing back and forth to grab the items that were strewn about. "Like how you said you'd come over for drinks last week, or how you wanted to catch a movie the time before that."

Gojo let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I know I messed up. Things have been...crazy with the school for awhile."

"Then you should just focus on that instead of giving me hope." Water splashed from the soap filled bucket you made while talking, having slammed a rag in it after. There was an unsettling silence before Gojo spoke.

"But I'm here, right? After closing, sure. But I'm not bailing completely." He revealed the card from his pocket, still in decent condition despite the activity he typically does. "I still wanna cash in, if that's okay."

You stalled your movements, glancing at him with the revealed card before your gaze went back to the bucket, letting out a sigh.

"I...Yeah." There wasn't any point in being angry right now. You had to admit it was nice of him to come back when he said he would despite being late. He could have bailed out or gotten caught up with work like he usually did but he actually came back this time. "I'm sorry. I'm...really sorry." You straightened up, taking a nice deep breath to ground yourself for the moment. "I haven't started cleaning yet, so what would you like? I can get the stuff back out, but remember it's a ¥800 limit."

"If it's custom, what determines the price?" As Gojo spoke, he stepped over to you, rereading the text to make sure he read it all correctly.

You replied while tying your apron back on. "Size, mainly. You can take a menu item and change it how you want, and I can let you know if that will be within your range."

"Can I go off menu?"

"Well...I don't see why not, but you'd really have to know what you'd--" Your words cut off once you turned back around to face Gojo after your apron was on. He was so close to you, you could almost feel the heat radiating off of him, which contradicted the chilling feeling from the icy blue stare that now graced you. "--w-want."

"So as long as I really know what I want, I can have it, yeah?" His voice dropped to a husky tone as he leaned close, your back starting to press into the wall.

"S-Satoru--"

"Well, can I redeem the cute shop owner~?"

When his cold hand touched your heated cheek, your heart picked up in pace. It pounded in your ears, nearly drowning out all sound. You had no idea Gojo felt this way, but maybe you were just oblivious to past actions.

"I-I...um...I-I'm not exactly a dessert..."

"Are you sure? Because my sweet tooth kicks in whenever I see you~ Maybe I could have a sample first?"

Before you could respond, Gojo's lips found yours, and he was quick to help himself past them, humming from the sweet taste that coated your mouth from sampling your creations throughout the day. Soft groans left the two of you, and you found yourself gripping at Gojo's uniform sleeves, not in protest, but to keep your mind steady. Luckily for your sake, he didn't keep the kiss long, pulling away once notice you were shaking to get air. As you panted lightly, he gave you a playful smirk, licking his lips with a satisfied hum.

"Well after a sample like that, how could I not have more~?"

You didn't need to wait for him to make a move. This time, you urged in, connecting your lips once more with his. His body pressed flush against you, the silence in the air replaced with sensually charged sounds. You gripped at his clothes as his hands raked through your hair, tongues dancing with one another as you held each other close. You were emotionally charged; anger, desire, and excitement all mixing within yourself like a lumpy batter. You didn't exactly know what to feel with him, but desire seemed to be the strongest ingredient.

This sudden makeout seemed to last awhile to you, feeling like tens of minutes went by before you two finally disconnected, gazing into each other's glazed eyes while your chests heaved for air.

"M-My house later," you breathed. "Y-You better not be late this time."

"Trust me," Gojo exhaled in response. "I wouldn't miss that for anything...~"

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 4 days

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Thank you for the requests. Inbox will open back up Sunday night.

#update #inbox update

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 days

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Not a request, I am the anon who put in the Majora prompt that was posted recently. Just want to say, it turned out even better than I expected! Even with you not being too familiar with Majora's Mask, I honestly think you did a fantastic job with what you wrote. Thank you so much!

I'm glad you enjoyed it, my dear patron~

Thank you for your kind words~! But I'm terribly sorry it took so long. I'm glad that it was enjoyed though ❤️

#not a request

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 days

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Yandere Octvine are interested in a student (male reader) this student is a victim of a bully and they end up witnessing the reader killing the bully and they take this chance to help them get away with the crime and manipulate him

For clarity sake, was this meant to be Octavinelle from TWST?

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 days

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Requests will be open until this Wednesday

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #legend of zelda #twisted wonderland #bungou gay dogs #demon slayer #x male y/n #x male reader #x y/n #requests open #writing requests

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 days

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Can you do an Yandere Idia x male reader

with reader being Idia's fake boyfriend so Idia's parent don't have to worry or talk about his social life but then Idia got too attached to reader during their fake relationship.

reader sleeping on Idia's room and Idia's horny thoughts took over him and he ended up fucking reader and then after that guilt tripped reader to staying with him as he was starting to become more and more desperate for reader's prescence, time, and body.

(i can't think of deeper details im so sorry 😭)

No need to apologize, reader! I think this is quite doable~

Title: Attached

Characters: Idia x m!reader

Contains: Dark Themes(Yandere, manipulation), somniphillia, handjob, biting

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

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For Idia, to finally have his parents stop asking about a partner was a blessing, but unfortunately for him, it would start a mess.

It had been over a month, maybe two, since this pretend relationship started. You agreed to help the socially awkward male to get his parents off his back. Did it mean having to share a kiss here, a hug there? A few Magicam images to really sell it?

Sure, and really, neither of you minded.

Except now, in the hours of the night, Idia found himself staring at the ceiling, unable to even play a game or check his phone to distract him. His thoughts ran wild, and you sleeping beside him didn't help. His yellow eyes, practically glowing in the dark as they darted to your sleeping form and back up to the ceiling. The whole reason you were here was at his request. It seemed out of the ordinary for you two, and you couldn't quite understand why he would want you over, but assuming it was to set up another farse to fool his parents, you agreed.

Now he was almost regretting it.

Sitting up, Idia's gaze started from your head to your legs. In your pajamas, you slept on top of the blankets, having commenting on how warm it was in the dorm. Idia had yet to change, but he had assured you he would.

He didn't. His mind was too busy.

The only thing he kept thinking about was you.

He never broke his stare, leaning towards you with an outstretched hand. He had plans to turn you, but luckily for him, you turned on your own, now lying on your back. He got a better view of your face, your sweet, sleeping face.

The memories of your fake dates called back to him. The way you held his hand was far too real, the way your fingers would intertwine. The looks you would give him would cause pink to rise to his pale face. He longed for this more than just for the time he needed. He longed for you, for your time, your energy, your...

Idia positioned himself over you, his head over yours, His heart hammered as sinful thoughts danced along his mind.

Blue lips carefully brushed against your slightly parted ones. You didn't stir, which Idia was thankful for. He firmly pressed his lips to yours, enjoying a sweet, yet needy kiss. It was quick, as he didn't want to wake you from your slumber, not yet.

A kiss wouldn't be enough, however, and now that he had a taste, he wouldn't hold back.

Not moving from your side, Idia sat up, eyes darting to your pajama bottoms. With shaky yet eager hands, Idia undid the button that kept the fabric together at your crotch. Instead of digging into your boxers like he wanted to, he attempted to still, and instead gently rested his hand over the mound of fabric. A shuddering sigh left his mouth, eyes nearly fluttering at the touch.

Ever so carefully, he began to massage you, a soft hum leaving you through your nose. He had never done such a thing to another, only himself as he had many a night to think about all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. He felt you begin to harden under his hand, your brows furrowing as a breathy moan slipped by your lips. Your arm moved, causing Idia to stop. To his luck, all you did was rest your arm over your eyes, body stilling once you were finished. Idia waited a couple seconds before continuing, this time finally slipping his hand into your boxers to present your semierect shaft to the warm air.

Idia practically drooled at the sight, his face hot from merely holding it in his hand. There was no turning back, and ever so gently, he began to pump his hand along your cock. A groan startled him, but he pressed on. You felt hot in his hand, almost unbearingly so, and the last sane part of his brain screamed at him to stop, but all it took was a name to make him come to a screeching halt as his head slowly turned toward the source.

You weren't awake, you were still asleep, but you had uttered a name that made Idia's heart swell.

"I...dia...~"

A dream, he thought. He has to be dreaming.

And if you were dreaming, then that means you wanted this too, right?

Throwing caution to the wind, Idia attempted to carefully readjust, putting himself by your legs as he finally, yet reluctantly let go of your cock, which now was harder than what he started with. Excitedly, Idia worked to carefully remove your bottoms, boxers and pants now crumbled beside the bed. Idia messed with the buckle of his belt, shaky and sweaty hands fumbling with the leather and metal as he finally worked on his zipper. Eventually, his cock sprang free from the confines of his black boxers. Not wasting any time, fearing you would wake up soon, he positioned himself, lifting your legs up to gain access to your hole. He knew there was no prep, but time was of the essence for him. He pressed his cock to your entrance and--

"I-Idi--AH!"

At the same moment you attempted to speak his name, Idia pushed himself in, your walls not ready for such a protrusion, but the male didn't care, not at the moment. Right now, he stared you down, glazed yellow eyes meeting your pained ones. You had gripped the blankets below you, swearing out with a sob as you made a fist to hit the mattress in frustration.

"I-I'm sorry, y/n, but I...I couldn't help myself anymore." Idia's voice trembled, but not because of fear. It trembled because he was desperate. He needed to move, he could always explain what's happening in the meantime, right? With that in mind, he began to gyrate his hips into yours, both of you filling the hot air with sinful sounds of lust.

Unable to speak, all you could do was grip at Idia's sleeves, panting heavily with each blissful impact of his cock inside as you met his frenzied gaze. Not like Idia would answer anyway, as the man was babbling a mile a minute about how good you felt, about how incredible you were.

Idia fell over you, his head close to yours as his feral thrusting never ceased. He stared down at you, a twisted smile revealing his sharp teeth.

"I-I want you I want you I want you I want you...!"

Before you could give a rebuttal, or rather attempt one, you found Idia's mouth on your neck, those very teeth digging into the top layer of your flesh. All the while Idia's movements never stopped, not even while you let out a scream, the pain oddly sending a jolt to your stomach, heat to your cock.

And he didn't let go. Idia's jaw locked onto your neck, growls and panting sounding beside your ear. With his teeth sinking in, and his thrusts neverending, you found yourself in a taboo position. You were still waking up, and all of this was happening to you. You weren't sure how to react, what to say. Your body was assaulted with pleasure, and all you could do was let it happen.

But to your luck, or misfortune depending, Idia was quick to cum, likely due to his frenzied state, his desperate need to have you.

He filled your hole decently, a slip of cum escaping from the bottom of your stuffed ass. Part of you was grateful it was over, but another part didn't want it to end. Idia finally released his jaw from your neck, indents of teethmarks branding you, some having specks of blood from the pierced skin. As far as Idia was concerned, you belonged to him.

"Hah...~ Look at you...~ You're a mess...~" Though he was one to talk. Despite the sweat sheening on your forehead, the tired eyes that once again met the flame haired man, it didn't compare to the crazed look Idia wore, the toothy grin that just cursed you with a bite. "Don't worry, though. I-I like messes~ You're my favorite mess~"

"I-Idia..." Your voice sounded like a whine, a plea. Idia never pulled out, but instead remained inside, as if leaving would kill him.

"Shhh it's okay." He leaned back down, and you flinched, thinking he would bite you again, but instead he left a kiss on your forehead. "No need t-to say anything, okay? Couples do this. It's normal."

Couples...wait. Did Idia forget it was all for pretend?

"B-But we..."

"Hm? We...what?"

You blinked back the fatigue that crept up on you. "I-Idia...we're not really dating."

Surprisingly, his face went unchanged. "Of course we are. It's been two months. You agreed to go out with me..."

"Idia that's not--"

"So you lied to me...you were just pretending to date me?"

That...that was the whole point! This was all for pretend to get his parents off his back! You blinked back confused tears.

"We agreed--"

"I don't u-understand...why would you do this? Why would you spend...a-all that time with me...?" You felt the air change, his hair looking more active than normal.

"I-It was for your parents, remember?"

"My parents? My parents are thrilled I have someone! If you leave me they'll never let me hear the end of it!" Orange speckled the blue, he was close to popping off, but instead, you thought back on your actions. Perhaps...you had simply misheard him initially. Maybe you thought it was for the parents, but maybe that was a lie Idia came up with to ask you out, fighting his anxieties.

"I-I...I-I'm sorry. I must have m-misremembered..."

The orange settled, and a smile, not as deranged, grew back to Idia's face. "I don't blame you, love. It's late after all."

Finally pulling out from you, which caused you to whine out lightly, Idia got settled with you in the bed, pulling the blankets up to cover your half nude form with him by your side.

"Sleep. You need it, okay?"

Without another word, and afraid to turn your back on him, you curled up, closing your eyes...

...unable to see the traitorous grin that Idia wore.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 days

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Hello! I would like to request Majora (in a physical demon form) x masculine Hylian reader. The idea being, Majora is summoned back into Hyrule for the reader's revenge, but before it goes through with that, it senses that the reader wants something else too. It decides to take of the reader's desires in exchange for carrying out what it was summoned for. So for themes: bondage, rough sex, and aftercare. This is my first time requesting something like this, and I hope I didn't mess anything up!

Oooh how interesting~

Now I'll be frank, I have not played Majora's Mask or know much about it in general. My husband has more knowledge about this, so I'll be using that to assist with this.

I do hope I have things right.

If not, feel free to request again, and I will try to do better.

Title: Exchange of Payment

Characters: Majora x m!reader

Contains: bondage, rough sex, aftercare, fingering, hair pulling

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

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All characters are 18+

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You didn't expect this to work, but the creature standing before you defied your doubt.

The demon towered over you, silent. Its slow breathing was audible in the small room of your cellar for a moment as its chest moved with every rough breath. Two yellow eyes on the chest glowed in the dim light, almost as if they stared you down. Its gaze left you frozen in position, kneeled before the creature thanks to the position you took to summon it, but it wasn't those yellow eyes that stilled you. No, it was the singular eye on its forehead, visible from the creature's head craned down to the Hylian that summoned it. Unnatural, cold, it remained on you. You felt as though your position didn't help, on your knees in a way that made it seem like you were knelt in respect. It was merely the position you took to summon it, though for a moment, you felt it was appropriate.

After all, you summoned Majora.

A bane of the past, Majora had used its powers to nearly destroy Termina while inhabiting the body of Skull Kid, using him as a mere puppet. His reasoning for doing so was unknown, but all you cared was it was powerful enough for you to work with.

Though scared, you swallowed your fear, slowly standing to the demon. "M-Majora. I summoned you for your assistance." Silently cursing yourself for the stutter, you stared back into the eye that bore into you as your knees shook from the fear as well as due to the energy the summoning sapped from you.

In silence, its head tilted, jaw open and revealing two rows of unnaturally sharp teeth. It was as if the creature was still struggling to understand its situation. After all, summoning did a number on the demon as it did to you.

"Revenge..." Its voice was hoarse, low. It's jaw didn't move as it spoke, only leaving you to wonder how its voice worked. "That is what you seek..." You hadn't said it, but you didn't need to. Majora could easily sense your desire.

"Yes..." Your own voice was thick with hesitation, fear practically beading on your forehead in a chilled shine.

Something ate away at you as you picked at the hem of your shirt in thought. Your eyes traveled along the creature's form, eyeing its chest, down to its arms. Each hand clasped around the handle of a whip, and your mind began to wander.

"Payment...for services..."

Snapping out of your dirtying thoughts, your gaze shot back up to the demon. "Wh-What?" For a moment, you thought he was answering you, but that was not the case.

"I require...payment."

Wait, payment? That was something you hadn't thought of. You didn't think a demon would want something, but then again, you were foolish to think so. After all, of course a demon as powerful as Majora would want something in return.

"I-I uh...I'm really sorry but I--"

"Do you...have payment?" Its form bent forward, all eyes growing closer towards you as Majora used the end of the whip to tilt your chin up, forcing you to gaze at the monstrosity before you.

All those sinful thoughts were quick to return, paired with a flush of heated pink on your cheeks. It felt as if the creature was digging into your soul, trying to find some sort of lie or reason as to why you couldn't pay it for its work, until it froze.

"Ah...yes..." Straightening up, Majora lowered its hand before flicking both of them, both whips wrapping around your form and pinning your arms to your sides.

With your heart hammering, you struggled to stammer out an excuse for your lack of money or other means of payment. You feared your life would be payment instead, but when Majora pulled you toward it, your bodies now flush with each other, your mind instead went blank with confusion.

"Payment...will be you..."

Instantly you were brought back to your initial fear, but before you could utter a response, Majora spoke first rewording its sentence.

"Your body will be my payment..."

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Despite your arms tied behind you, the position didn't hurt.

Majora used one of its long whips to bind you to its liking, wrapping the material around your now bare chest and arms in a decorative way, and in this style, the demon was able to use the second whip to loop through a section on your back, the material holding strong as it was used to hold you up without falling. You weren't sure how it managed it, but thanks to a support beam above you and Majora's two whips, you were lightly suspended from the ground, your toes barely touching the ground.

You were at the demon's mercy.

Aside from your trembling breathing, there was silence. Majora was nowhere in your sight, and its movements weren't noticable. However, its presence was finally made aware to you when it grabbed your hips, a gasp brushing by your lips.

"Yes...perfect..."

It brought your body to its own, a stiff object resting against your clothed ass. Your body tensed against the object, your legs clenching up and leaving yourself fully suspended, your body weight against the skilled harness you were in. Only Majoria could move you around now, but he would only put you back in your original position, using the space to now remove and discard your pants and underwear.

You shuddered from the chilled air now brushing against your skin, leaving goosebumps along your body. Now exposed to the demon, every touch from it made you feel like you were caressed with fire. Heat kissed from your arm, inching down your side before resting on the dip of skin above your bottom. Its sharpened nails began to part your cheeks, earning the demon a small squirm from you.

"Be still..."

Easier said than done. With its nails inching towards your sensitive hole, your body twitched, your legs almost kicking the demon. Though it remained still as it had commanded you, unfazed by your motions. As its hand inched closer, its thumb found a tightened entrance, pressing against it as a low, rough hum met your ears at the same time as your pitched gasp met the demon's ears.

"Needs preperation..." it noted, its thumb immediately increasing in pressure.

Your body wasn't accustomed for anything to enter, but that didn't stop Majora. Pressing past the tight rings, you let out a pitched squeak before your body gradually relaxed, your breathing returning to its shaky sound as it was at the start of the session. Surprisingly, its nails didn't hurt, and you were grateful for that. You could feel its thumb, walls tight around the appendage. The sensation sent a jolt to your cock, which stood proud into the chilled air. All the demon's touches, sounds, and voice had made your shaft uncomfortably hard, but with no hands to relieve yourself, you could only silently swear.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted as Majora began to slowly pump its thumb into you, its free hand firm on your ass to keep your hole visible. Your head hung, soft breathy moans slipping out your throat as you took the steady pace. All this pleasure from just a thumb? Though to be fair, you weren't sure how big it was due to your position, let alone know what Majora had planned. Its pace would soon increase, causing ripples of pleasure to radiate from within. Your hands clenched into fists from behind your back as your body started to adjust to this strange new feeling.

Ultimately, you couldn't complain. If you had known the payment would feel so nice, you would have been a little more confident with the demon. Instead, you appeared as a meek little Hylian, a toy for Majora to play with, something that Majora couldn't complain about in turn.

You weren't sure how long it was before you felt a second appendage slip in, your body jolted from the intrusion, and your cock leaked with arousal. Its other thumb had entered, now attempting to spread your hole open.

"This will do."

Majora brought both bodies close, a third, larger and harder object pressing against you. You realized it was the same object from before, now coming to the end thought of it being the demon's cock. You opened your mouth to protest its size, but instead of words, only sound escaped, pleasure dancing a dangerous waltz with pain.

Majora was large, and it offered no time for you to adjust. It wanted payment, and it would take it.

And your cracking little mind would happily oblige.

Thrusting almost immediately, Majora used your hips as leverage, your skin clapping against the demon's colored form. Both you and Majora sounded out, moans, groans, and slapping filling the stale air. It hurt, but goddess was it delicious.

Your legs at first curled into the air, tensing against the demon before they ultimately fell, a sign of submission. Eyes rolled back, you gave yourself to the demon, paying your debt with every thrust, with every moan.

Majora devoured your sounds, drank in the sight of your body. It moved quick, its thrusts firm, but it could do more. It desired for more.

With your suspended form, Majora would pull itself away, push you forward, only to reconnect you two in a rough, firm clap. It was slower than the pace from before but fuck that impact was like lightning in your body.

A sloppy, drooling smile decorated your face. Moans becoming blissful screams from the demon's roughness. With every slap of skin, your moans would hiccup. You didn't dare silence yourself, partially fearful of what Majora would do to make you sound out. You were in bliss despite your body at the mercy of such a creature.

"M-Ma...Majo...ra...~"

Your moans of its name faltered the movements of the demon. A power coursed through it and in a blink of an eye, you found yourself on the cool concrete of the ground, your hot cheek pressed into the rough texture as your ass remained in the air. Your hands were still bound, but now you were no longer suspended, your eyes catching the whip that now rest on the floor beside you.

Majora, however, never left you, using this new position to hammer into your smaller frame. The new position was a new power dynamic for the demon, enjoying having you in such a pathetic state.

"Again, Hylian..." Your mind was too broken to understand what it wanted. A tug of your hair and a hiss of its voice, however, were easy reminders. "Speak my name again!"

"M-Majora!!" The response was a pained whine, the tinges of pain from the hair pulling giving way to the warmth that traveled down your stomach. "M-Majora...Majora!"

Saliva pooled from your lips onto the stone, eyes glazed from the intense pleasure that was pistoned into you. You absentmindedly continued to mutter its name, using it as a way to ground yourself lest you get lost from the onslaught of bliss.

Satisfied with the response, Majora released your hair, pressing its hand instead onto the back of your neck, pinning you down as if you could get up. Bound hands would be forgotten, but the power Majora held over you would be remembered.

Your cock ached, in desperate need of stimulation. As if reading your mind and with its cock buried deep, Majora pressed your body flush against the ground. It still kept its hand on your neck, but you didn't fight. No you began to rut your hips like an animal in heat, grinding the ground to take whatever friction you could to stimulate your weeping cock.

Instead of belitting you for such an action, Majora pressed on, likely nearing its own climax and perhaps giving itself to its own pleasure infused mind. To pound into you on the floor, Majora itself felt like an animal, pinning you down to take what it was owed.

It wouldn't take long for you to cum, strangled moans slipping into the open air as your hips rocked lightly into the ground, all touch now too much for your body to handle. This didn't stop Majora, as it kept thrusting on, not yet ready to finish. The sensitivity was so much, but not enough for you to beg for mercy. Your moans pitched with every thrust, your vision blurring as every minute that he wasn't finished passed. You continued to call the demon's name, albeit hoarse and raspy until what felt like eternity, you felt your hole pool with a blazing heat, the demon's cock throbbing with every injection of seed. You wouldn't know when Majora pulled out, as finally with its climax, your body gave way to unconsciousness.

---

It wasn't sure why there was a bed in a cellar, but that's where Majora put you.

Having receiving its payment, the demon had undone the bindings. Admittedly, it was concerned for your lack of movement, but your soft breathing reassured it. Majora would carefully gather you, placing you on the bed to provide you some comfort for when you'd awaken. It was strange for it to do such things, but Majora would touch upon these emotions later.

Until then, the creature casts the blanket over and waits at the bedside, awaiting for you to awaken for you to complete the summoning.

Perhaps it would ask for another payment should it see fit.

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #x male reader #x male y/n #majoras mask #majora #majora x reader #majora x y/n #majora x male reader #majora x male y/n

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 11 days

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I've decided to test something out. Requests will be open until the weekend, in which they will close again. Saturday and Sunday I shall go about selecting ones I am able to do. Requests will open again the following Wednesday. Rinse and repeat(unless I am overwhelmed again). If you wish to converse casually with me, please don't be afraid to join the discord. I ultimately had put too much pressure on myself for this blog, but I refuse to abandon it, so do not fret. However, what I originally had planned for the 100 follower special will be cancelled and likely rehashed into something bigger should I reach another milestone. I've started a new job, and until the summer, Saturday and Sunday will be the only days I have available to actually write. You all have waited so patiently, so I ask you, my patrons... What do you desire?

#kaisers house of desires #update

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 2 months

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I apologize for the delay and silence.

I will slowly be getting back into finishing the leftover requests. Luckily as of right now, there are only 2 more.

I will be opening up again very soon.

#update

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 2 months

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So I have an odd request, pertaining to Ghirahim. While I am very much attracted to him, it's a weird kind of thing where I'm also very frustrated with him. Would you mind maybe writing something where it's more of a homoerotic rivalry than anything? If not, that is literally entirely fair. My personal thoughts are something along the lines of "pinning him against the wall and kissing him if it'll make him shut up for five seconds, and definitely for no other reason than that yep"

Ah I think I see what you mean, reader. A type of love/hate yes?

You find him quite attractive but shit you want to wipe that smug smirk off his face.

You want to knock him down a peg or two in a sense.

I think this will be fun~

Title: Just Shut Up

Characters: Ghirahim x m!/gn!reader

Contains: boss battle fight, make out

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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The sound of metal clashing with metal rang throughout the air.

Ghirahim's sword clanged with your own, the demon looming over you nearly every chance he got. Each time he came close to striking you down, you would dodge or use your shield, and everytime you came close to the same conclusion, Ghirahim would disappear, only to reappear some feet away with a counter attack.

This would go on for some time, leading you to believe there was no way of beating him, and your time was simply being wasted. Amongst the clashing, Ghirahim would shoot an insult on occasion, as if he was tugging at your nerves. His voice was growing annoying, and you vowed to shut him up soon so you didn't have to hear the grating sound. However, one unexpected swipe of your feet, and Ghirahim had you flat on your back, his rapier-like sword pointing down at you.

"How dull...and here I was expecting a challenge." He was mocking you again, already seeing victory in his eyes, but you wouldn't stand or that...or take it lying down for that matter.

Using the shield to knock his sword to the side, you rolled away, pivoting yourself to a kneeling position. Ghirahim sighed, irritation evident on his face. This browless gaze sharpened, as if he wished he could pierce you with his gaze. Instead, he lunged, his anger clouding his judgement.

"Oh will you just fall already?!"

This was your chance!

With one final clash, your sword swiped his, and with the momentum Ghirahim had, you spun him into the wall, his back hitting the brick with a thud and a groan escaping from his throat. The metal of your sword was mere centimeters away from his neck, and the demon, for once, was stunned.

"Y-You..."

Oh no. No no he had spent all his time talking, now you'd finally get the chance to shut him up.

Your lips locked with his, heat blossoming from the connection. He wanted to push away, but his shock overrode his anger, and he remained in place.

Seconds felt like minutes, but you were soon to pull away, the two of you panting lightly aganst each other.

"For five seconds..." you breathed, staring up at the other with flushed cheeks. "Can you just shut up?" Before he could utter a rebuttal, your lips reconnected, silencing him once more.

The Demon Lord would be lying if he said he hated this. On the contrary, the power struggle was quite fun in his eyes. He would prefer to be on the other end of the sword, but this would have to do for now.

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #x gender neutral reader #x gn y/n #x y/n #ghirahim #lord ghirahim #gender neutral reader

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 5 months

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May I request some smut between Ganon and male reader with spanking and a size difference? I'm a little too embarrassed to ask this of some of the other requestable fanfics, but after reading some of your smut stuff, it makes me feel comfortable to request it here!

This is why I enable anon and open my blog to those like you. This is a place for all to enjoy and indulge!

I'm just glad you are comfortable after reading some of the stuff I've written! I hope to see you again~

Title: For Every Rupee Stolen

Characters: Ganon x m!reader

Contains: spanking, size difference, restraints, role playing

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

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All characters are 18+

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The ropes around your wrists behind your back and ankles were more than enough for you to already understand your error, but your position only solidified it.

You lay spread along the knees of the Great Demon King, your body bare with the air gently caressing your skin. The king’s menacing aura practically summoned goosebumps to your skin, nearly visible for him to see. You didn’t dare to move, to speak. You didn’t even dare to meet his gaze. You feared even a small sound would induce his next action, but there would be no need, for it wouldn’t be you that caused him to move, but rather his own actions.

His large hand found your back. Specifically, his fingertips. They slowly traced along your spine, eliciting shudders from your body. A shaky breath left your mouth, and his actions repeated, his fingers now trailing upward. It was teasing, tormenting. Hell, it was even a bit embarrassing. Though one would understand such feelings if they too were naked and at the mercy of the Gerudo King.

“I’m surprised…” His low voice rang through the air, knocking out the silence. It seemed louder than it was due to how quiet things had been that it caused you to jolt lightly. “I figured by now you would be begging me for mercy, pleading to release you.”

Do you dare speak? Could you even speak? Would you only embarrass yourself further by how you sounded, explaining yourself to him?

“Tell me…do you understand why you’re in this position?”

He opened the floor for you to speak, putting the spotlight on you now. Swallowing your fear, your mouth opened, but sound refused to come out. At least at first. It took you a moment, but soon, a voice sounded. For a moment you didn’t recognize it as your own.

“I…I was c-caught…stealing…”

“How deplorable…But who exactly were you stealing from?”

It was a confession of crime, a force of guilt. He wanted to drive it into you, for you to understand the crime you committed.

“I-I stole…from the Great Demon King…f-from Ganon…”

“And what a bold crime…Sneaking into my treasury to take whatever your filthy Hylian hands could touch. But you fumbled, your nerves got the better of you and you only managed to take a singular Red Rupee.”

Before your face, Ganon revealed the very gem you attempted to sneak off with. If your nerves hadn’t gotten the better of you, you would have taken more. You finally forced your gaze away from the offending gem, not ready to meet the fate that awaited you.

“Such a crime deserves punishment, don’t you think? And I can’t think of a more befitting punishment than…”

Slap!

Your head shot up upon the impact, a wince of pain leaving you from gritted teeth as Ganon’s hand had whipped down, making firm contact with one of your ass cheeks. Your body trembled and your face flushed a deep shade of pink once it all started to connect.

“Do you get it now?” His voice was mocking, a tone that seemed to make you question what you did and didn’t understand. “One for every rupee stolen.”

“B-But I—!”

That attempted rebuttal earned you a firm hand over your mouth. Ganon effectively silenced you as he forced your head and body up to look at him. You had almost forgotten the size difference between the two of you, and now you felt like a mere mouse to his large stature.

“I did not give you permission to argue,” he stated with a glare. “You simply answer. ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘No, Sir.’ In my presence, you are compliant. Do I make myself clear?”

Taking a shuddering breath in through your nose, you nodded with what room you had, understanding. Having your obedience, Ganon released you, letting you fall back to his lap.

“Now…starting with this next one, I want you to count for me. Understand that for every one I give you, you could have spent a year in the cellars for your sticky fingers.”

Slap! “Two!”

The pain was tolerable at the start. The first one was like a warning, but these were like a build up, each one getting firmer, rougher, harder.

Slap! “S-Seven!”

Your fingers would spread, clench into fists, spread again, all trying to fight the pain that was building with each impact, to fight the…pleasure?

Slap! “Ten!”

Your voice squeaked, from pain and desire. You couldn’t understand why, but as he continued, your cock would ache with every impact onward. Your hips slowly grinding against his leg

Slap! “Th…Thirt-teen…~!”

You were almost done. You were so close to being done, but the change in your voice…Ganon himself nearly faltered as he carried on. Your ass was growing redder by each slap, your legs trembling against the king’s body, and, embarrassingly, your cock grew hard, your body feeding into self betraying desires.

Slap! “S…Six…teen…~”

Slap! “S-Seven…teen…!”

Three more, just three more.

“Do you regret your crime, Hylian?” It was the first time Ganon spoke since starting, his own voice almost sounding…airy.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you breathed, but deep down, that was a lie. You secretly enjoyed the rush this gave you, the new exhilarating bliss that washed over your body. For a moment, you thought that if you weren’t counting, you be moaning more and more with every action, nearly losing yourself.

“Are you sure?” Before he continued with the punishment, his fingers pressed between your clenched thighs and found your erect cock pulsing against him, gently brushing the underside of it to the tip, where white pearled at the tip before having dribbled down against his skin. “Because I think some naughty Hylian is enjoying himself…~”

His fingers left you whimpering, your legs trying to shut his hand out but to no avail. “N-No, Sir…” Withdrawing his hand, Ganon returned it to your ass, gripping it instead of slapping it, causing you to mewl out. Your head hung, and your body lightly writhed.

“What a liar you are…~ But…perhaps we can come to an arrangement. If you can withstand the last three spankings of your punishment, I’ll allow you something nice…~”

You began to wonder what he meant by that, considering your mind was starting to become a foggy mess, but it almost instantly became clear when his hand came down to a rougher, more intense impact, causing you to cry out more audibly as your counting continued. “E-Eighteen!!”

Just two more, only two more.

SLAP!! “N-Nineteen!!”

One more…one more.

The pain of the final impact was unlike the rest. It was sharp, rough, and left you nearly screaming, but that may only be due to the others he had given you earlier. It may not have hurt so much if it weren’t for the rest, but now, you could breathe easy as it was finally over with. “T-Twen…ty…”

Your body fell limp against his lap, both overjoyed and disappointed that it was over. As you gathered your bearings, you could feel Ganon shift around before grabbing onto you and moving you around like a doll. You steadied yourself, finding your view now the room instead of the floor. Realizing your change of scenery, you gently writhed against his grip, almost growing flustered at the thought of him being able to move you around so easily.

“Ah, sit still now,” he breathed, adjusting you once more. “I just need to…”

Before he needed to finish, you felt something prod your hole from behind. You froze, breath hitching in your throat as you realized what he was doing. Before you could say anything, Ganon slid himself inside, the both of you either groaning or squeaking with delight as the two of you joined in flesh.

Neither of you wasted a second. The moment Ganon began to thrust into you, you rocked your hips with whatever room you had. The desire soon overtook you, and you opened you mind and body to the king, losing yourself to the ecstasy that awaited you. Your cock bounced as Ganon moved you against his thrusts, using you like a toy. The feeling, the friction, all sent you into a spiraling mess of desire and lust, and your mind lost all sense of the current world. Ganon didn’t let this go unnoticed either.

“I-Is this what you wanted this whole time?” he breathed, his fingers gripping into your flesh to keep you in rhythm with his movements. “T-To be used as the King’s toy? To be filled with my great cock?”

Your breathing mixed with your moans as you responded. “Y-Yes! Y-Yes, Sir!”

At that point, your little schemes caught up with you. Really, the theft was all a farce. The real goal was the King himself, not his loot. You had been infatuated with the King for some time that this was all you wanted: to be stuffed by the almighty King of Gerudos.

“Such a devious little one…~” he breathed a smirk growing on his lips as his actions quickened. “Then I’ll make sure…you’re thoroughly spent~”

It felt delightful to be at the mercy of the king, to have him move your body as if it were not your own. All you could do was enjoy the pleasure that came with it, the lustful friction of his cock deep inside of you as you both neared your end. Neither of you could wait any longer, and you two released in a dance of sound, a collection of groans and grunts as your bodies gave way to this wave of relief. Gannon spilled into you the same time you spilled into the air, your body trembling from both sensations as your eyes rolled back, your vision fading for the moment.

The next thing you realized was being wrapped up in a blanket, Ganon holding you gently as you both lay in his bed. You don’t remember getting in bed, but you weren’t complaining, seeing as you were all snuggled up to your lover.

“Well? Did that play into your fantasies as desired, dear?” Ganon teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Mm, very much so,” you replied, gazing up at him with a small smile. “I hope you enjoyed it all the same.”

“Oh trust me, darling. It was thoroughly enjoyable~.” The King pulled you in close in a loving, protective embrace. “Perhaps we could do it again sometime~”

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hii, could i request a fic where gojo and geto fuck shy m!reader because they got jealous over some guy flirting with their boyfriend? if you don’t mind, could you maybe add some bdsm too? thank you !!

Ooh my first threeway request~

I hope this meets your satisfaction~

Title: Jealousy Starts with G

Characters: Geto and Gojo x shy!m!reader

Contains: BDSM, double penatration, blindfold usage, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, begging, pet names (pretty boy, good boy, darling)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"There! I think that'll hold you. Not like you're one to fight things anyway~" Gojo's teasing voice was clear by your ear as he sat up to admire his handiwork.

The blindfolded male smirked as his hidden eyes scanned the rope used on you, noting the knots. It wasn't tight, but it was definitely firm enough to your body. Your arms rested comfortably on top of each other, hands to elbows essentially. Another strip of the rope was carefully wrapped around your neck like a collar, done in a way were two strands came down to rest firmly between your (surprisingly) semi hardened phallus and back up to your bound arms, tied off in the bed of rope. If you were to pull your arms, you'd be bringing your head down.

And Gojo would be right: you had no intention on fighting out of this.

At least...not physically anyway.

"S-Satoru...Suguru...come on I didn't--"

"Oh...Suguru, you hear that?" Gojo interrupted you, a hand coming up to his ear in a mocking way. "I think he learned how to speak!"

Geto's smug grin fell upon you, like a man about to devour a meal. He let out a small hum, cocking his head up but never looking away. "He certainly has. I wonder where that was when that vile creature was talking to him."

They were jealous, jealous that another man caught your gaze and tried to make a move, jealous that you were too shy to do anything about it. Though they knew well you weren't going to fall for the man's charms, the fact it even happened caused them to get riled up. In your defense, however, you never agreed or went along with this man. This was just Gojo and Geto fulfilling some fantasy.

"Well that's in the past now!" Gojo smiled widely, hands on his knees as he knelt down to your eye level. "Right, (Y/N)? You're gonna behave for us, aren't you?"

"Y-You're being ridic--"

"That's not the answer we wanted."

In all honesty, you weren't sure who spoke. Like lightning, Geto was behind you, and Gojo held your chin. The mere presence of the black haired man made goosebumps rise to your skin, your neck hairs standing on ends. Gojo's touch made your blood run like ice, and the only sound you heard for the short moment was the pounding of your heart.

"Satoru, I think our little plaything here needs a little reminder...don't you think?" Geto's voice was breathy in your ear, causing a shaky, audible gasp to slip from your lips.

"Oh absolutely~" If you weren't hard already from Geto's looming presence and breathy response, Gojo's voice dropping the way it did certainly awoken something below. "Let's see how much our pretty boy can take~"

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The sounds of skin slapping skin mixed with grunts and moans filled the air, whimper's of your voice sprinkling in. Your bindings had remained in place, and in addition, Gojo's blindfold now rested over your eyes, obstructing your vision. Your head rested on the pillow, face exposed to the open edge of the bed as your ass was displayed up, only temporarily hidden by the gyration of Geto's hips.

"S-Su...Suguru~!" The whimper of his name only made him go faster, his own low, rough grunts gracing the air and forcing yours to pitch up.

"Well well...~ He came three times and he's still going strong~" You could only envision Gojo standing beside the bed, stroking his cock along to the pace Geto set. He was envisioning himself inside of you again, seeing as how making you cum twice just wasn't enough, and Geto was working on matching Gojo's current standing of making you cum, working for that second one after his first.

"S-Suguru...c-cumming...!"

"What do you say?" Geto's voice was gruff as he rearranged himself, his hands now on either side of your head to give himself a better leverage to plow right into you.

"P-Please! Please let me cum! Please let me cum, sir! I-I'll be good! I promise!"

It was something similar to what Gojo made you say at the second round: a promise to behave as long as they let you cum, and so far, you've kept that promise. You were very obedient when Geto took over, and it was well noted as Geto gave you permission to finally cum a fourth time, your seed spilling into the small puddle that was forming below you.

"Wooow~! A fourth time! Impressive!" Gojo halted his strokes as he used the hand to instead rake his fingers through your tousled hair, moving your bangs out of the way to admire your red face. Oh he had to see your eyes. Removing his blindfold from you, he was delighted them practically rolling back, glazed with lust. "And what a beautiful fucked out face he has~"

One look over to Geto, who was recovering from his own climax, and Gojo gave a nod, a signal to their next move. Geto lifted you up, hoisting you backwards to sit on his cock as he spread your legs open. The motion caused you to squeak out, and the final position would have only made your face redder if it already wasn't so.

"S-Suguru! D-Don't display me like this!"

Embarrassed cries fell on deaf ears as Gojo joined the mix, instructing the other male to lift you just a bit higher so that his cock could nestle beneath your stretched, twitching hole.

"Now...you've been quite the good boy~" Gojo said, his cock sliding side to side in a teasing manner. "And I think you learned your lesson~"

"I-It's not gonna fit!" you quickly exclaimed, knowing very well where this was going. The two have talked about this often, wanting to take you together, but your flustered self just couldn't allow it. Not yet anyway.

But it looks like today was going to be that day.

"Darling, after how stretched you are? How full your ass is? I think it's gonna fit just fine~" Geto's word's didn't help you, but before you could utter another word, Gojo slipped in.

You wouldn't lie. It burned.

A lot.

The pain nearly blocked out any pleasure you had previously felt, but the two weren't monsters. They gave you the time to adjust, to let Gojo sink further and further in until he was nearly at his hilt. Soon, the pain numbed away, and you were simply left feeling full.

You breathed out a silent swear, your head lulling back against Geto's shoulder. You felt stretched, full. Admittedly you could even feel the dribbles of semen coming out of you from their previous releases, only causing you to whimper lightly.

With you now comfortable, the two began a rhythm. Geto pulled out only to push back in, and in doing so, Gojo pulled out when the other was in. This was the pace for some time, a steady, one in one out pace that never left you empty. You forgot how to speak, in all honesty, as the feeling of their cocks inside like this nearly drove you mad.

It almost drove you further to insanity when they both left and thrusted in together, causing you to cry out when you were stretched, though it was a pleasant cry.

"S-Su...guru~! S-Sa...toru~!"

You tugged against the ropes, the material lightly marking your skin with each movement. Your balls, though drained, almost felt full again, as if there was still more to give. Your cock throbbed with the desire to release after the timely torment.

Without missing a beat, you begged.

"C-Can I cum? P-Please! I-I need to cum, sirs! P-Please...please...pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..."

Your voice fell from nearly a shrieking beg to a ramble of "please", music to the two men's ears. They gave each other a look and a nod, their lips ghosting over your ears.

"Cum~" "Cum~"

The simultaneous permission was all that you needed to shoot your seed between you and Gojo, your broken moans escaping into the air as your spread legs trembled with the intensity of the pleasure, toes curling and muscles clenching. Your head never left Geto's shoulder as it happened, and even as it ended, you didn't move. You were too fucked out to do a thing.

But...you couldn't complain.

What you felt was pure bliss, and as your eyes closed before you could even comprehend what they were saying, you made a mental note to allow them to double stuff you again in the future.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 8 months

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Dear readers, an update!

So I've gotten a charger earlier than expected.

Here's where we stand:

5 drafts are currently in the works, and the 100 follower special brings that draft total to 6

I never announced the winning results of the poll: A smutty, mermaid based, Twisted Wonderland story!

When that is done, and all the drafts are finished, I'll open my inbox again.

Thank you for being patient with me. I hope the stories I've already written have sufficed.

Maybe in the future I'll write some stuff to put in the drafts just in case something like this happens again, keep the sin coming <3

#kaisers house of desires #update #announcement

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 8 months

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Could I request a male version of Celestia Ludenberg x male reader that acts like Jamil viper

again could he be the ultimate butler and bottom (I feel like I'm torturing you with my requests istg 😅)

-Sunny

A request is a request, dear Sunny. So long as I can work with it, it shall be done.

That being said, please enjoy~

Title: Retrained

Characters: Top!M!Celeste Ludenberg x Bottom!M!Reader (Ultimate Butler)

Contains: dom/master and sub relationship, oral

Fandom: Danganronpa

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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Being his butler has been nothing short of irritating.

Constant and pointless commands from him were practically your entire day.

"(Y/N), afternoon tea."

"Servant, escort me."

"(Y/N)."

"Servant!"

You felt yourself going insane with every calling command. Ever since he somehow managed to rope you into this job, you had practically been Celeste's dog since day one of being at this school, yet you had no choice. Your family was one of servants. If someone of a higher class chose one of your family, you were destined to serve them.

Afternoon tea came like it did any other day, and you had the pot ready, the additives he typically enjoyed on the side of the platter he carried them in on. As usual, you set up the tea as he liked before standing to the side, tall and attentive as he trained you.

Celeste barely took a sip of his tea before realizing something was different.

"Hmm...this isn't the usual tea."

You remained silent, staring almost blankly ahead. He hadn't allowed you to speak.

"Servant. Speak."

"There weren't enough tea leaves to make the usual pot, sir," you simply replied. "I had to substitute for the remaining leaves."

"You did not ask."

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into your palms in hidden fists to keep your composure. "My apologies. I simply thought--"

"Servants do not think. They simply do." He placed the cup back on the platter, sighing. "And now my afternoon tea is ruined. All because my servant is incompetent."

You took a slow, deep breath, your fuse growing shorter by the second, but you held on, holding tight to the last bit of patience you had.

"I expect you to beg me for forgiveness as you were taught." Celeste crossed his legs, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and leaning into his hand. "Or have you forgotten how to do that, too?"

You didn't miss a beat in your response. "With all due respect, sir, I do not believe I should beg for forgiveness. The ingredients were beyond my control."

"Well, then you should have gotten Monokuma to go get more, knowing we were low."

"There was enough yesterday, sir. I don't know what happened to them."

"Then you should have stored them away from unworthy tongues."

The back and forth was leaving you fuming, especially with how Celeste would constantly find a way to blame you for this unforeseen incident, yet you remained in position. Despite your annoyance, you always fell back to your roots. Remain seen, remain calm, remain obedient.

Celeste beckoned you over with a single finger, to which you obeyed, and stepped forward. He remained in that same, bored position, eyeing up at you.

"I'm very disappointed in you, (Y/N). First your incompetence, now that running mouth of yours..." A hand slowly reached up, grabbing your black tie and yanking it and you down to a single knee. "Begging for my forgiveness is no longer enough. I think I should teach that disobedient little mouth a lesson." His voice was deeper, darker, more menacing, full of promise. It was enough to get your heart pounding out of fear.

"S-Sir...please, whatever i-it is you plan on doing I--"

"No." He tugged you forward, dropping you to both knees now with a small grunt. "You had your chance. You need to be retrained."

Celeste tugged on your tie once more, urging you closer. Once you were head level with his waist, a sly smirk grew upon the gambler's lips. You gulped softly your face red with embarrassment. That short fuse you had was just gone, a fuse no longer even present. You knew what you were supposed to do, and like a good servant, you obeyed.

Fidgeting with his belt and pants, you eventually got through to his briefs, carefully pulling his musky cock out as he gave a soft sigh. Considering how it was starting to harden, he was already enjoying the relief he got once it was free.

"Now...put that mouth to better use, servant~" he breathed, nudging you in the back with the heel of his shoe.

You hesitated at first, but you soon brought yourself closer, your lips wrapping around the tip in a familiar way. You knew this wasn't the first time he had trained you like this, and...you were ashamed to say that this training was something you were quite fond of, and Celeste picked up on it right away. Perhaps this was a game between you two now so you could indulge yourself in the role you were meant to play. Either way, you were in a familiar and pleasing spot, soon taking more of him into your mouth as he let out a soft moan.

"Oh...~ Good boy~ See, your mouth is good for something~"

You were more than eager to show him just how good your mouth was, so much so that you were already taking him in deep, leaving your prince quickly breathless in his chair. He drapped his legs over your shoulders, pulling you closer while holding onto your head. Celeste was dead set on making you his little oral fleshlight, and you'd be a good servant for him and let him.

His moans were music to your ears, and they seemed to snuff any heated feelings you previously had against him, at least for now. At this moment, you'd obey, listening to your prince.

"O-Oh my...~ That's it~ Get that tongue in on it...~ A-Ah~! L-Like that~!"

If there was one thing you truly enjoyed, it's how Celeste would sound when your mouth was on him. In a way, you had a sense of control over him, or you liked to think you did. With how he sounded, every movement you made released a new tone from your master. Every lick, every slurp, even the depth of his cock in your mouth. You had him in your hands, but Celeste was sure to remind you of your place.

"N-Now...be a good servant...a-and accept my seed in your mouth...~"

He didn't have to command you twice, or really even give you a genuine option as he pressed his legs against you and held your head down, grunting as his cock twitched in your mouth. You sputtered and gagged for a moment, able to gulp in air when he released you. However before you could swallow, Celeste held onto your chin.

"Stick out your tongue," he breathed.

To which, you did. His release coated the slick walls of your mouth and the top of your tongue, a sight he was quite satisfied with.

"Swallow."

Like a dog, you obeyed, and that smirk upon Celeste's face told you that the two of you weren't going to be done anytime soon.

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