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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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 ❤️

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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?

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Requests will be open until this Wednesday

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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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.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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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..."

---

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]

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]

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.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

Reblogs > likes

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]

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

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

Reblogs > likes

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~”

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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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~"

---

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.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

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]

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+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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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.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Due to my laptop charger dying, finishing out requests will take a little extra time until I can get a new one ordered next week. I apologize for the inconvenience.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Bungo Stray Dogs!

Yes, Bungo Stray Dogs! Why am I bringing up BSD? Well, quite simple!

May I introduce you to Bar Lupin? I'll let our Disboard description handle this:

"BAR LUPIN: A BUNGOU STRAY DOGS COMMUNITY is a place for absolutely everyone and anyone! Whether you're an ADA Detective, a PM Mafioso, a Guild ability user, one of Fyodor's rats, a Hunting Dog member, or just a regular Yokohama resident, you'll find a place here in this welcoming abode!"

"BAR LUPIN is the perfect place to hangout, meet new fellow BSD- / anime-loving friends. Besides a general hangout channel, we have a large array of dedicated channels for various topics, including but not limited to:

Akutagawa's Gallery: Community-generated artwork showcase; Louisa's Lounge: Community-generated literary work (non-fanfic); Poe's New Novel: Community-generated fan-fictions; Q's Cursed Memes: Literally just cursed memes; Yosano's Treatment Room: IRL vent channel, regularly wiped to protect members' privacy;

and so much more!"

Interested in joining? Click the link above and come on in! Help us get to 1k members!

You may even find me amongst the mods of this ever growing community~

Have a wonderful day, and I hope to see you there!

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Bungo Stray Dogs!

Yes, Bungo Stray Dogs! Why am I bringing up BSD? Well, quite simple!

May I introduce you to Bar Lupin? I'll let our Disboard description handle this:

"BAR LUPIN: A BUNGOU STRAY DOGS COMMUNITY is a place for absolutely everyone and anyone! Whether you're an ADA Detective, a PM Mafioso, a Guild ability user, one of Fyodor's rats, a Hunting Dog member, or just a regular Yokohama resident, you'll find a place here in this welcoming abode!"

"BAR LUPIN is the perfect place to hangout, meet new fellow BSD- / anime-loving friends. Besides a general hangout channel, we have a large array of dedicated channels for various topics, including but not limited to:

Akutagawa's Gallery: Community-generated artwork showcase; Louisa's Lounge: Community-generated literary work (non-fanfic); Poe's New Novel: Community-generated fan-fictions; Q's Cursed Memes: Literally just cursed memes; Yosano's Treatment Room: IRL vent channel, regularly wiped to protect members' privacy;

and so much more!"

Interested in joining? Click the link above and come on in! Help us get to 1k members!

You may even find me amongst the mods of this ever growing community~

Have a wonderful day, and I hope to see you there!

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I'm kinda leaning on the Toji x reader, Kokoshibou x reader, Muzan x Reader, or Ganondorf x reader stuff we mentioned, ngl - H

I'm partial to the Muzan x Reader one sooooooo You'll find it below~!

My apologies for how short it is, but sometimes, short is sweet

Title: In Sickness and in Health

Characters: Muzan x m!Reader

Contains: fluff, sickness, near death, pet names (love, dear)

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Full request below the cut

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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"My love...I think...it's time."

You lie on your back on the bedding Muzan had made for you, a bedding befitting royalty. Pillows softer than an angel's wings propped up your heavy head, and blankets more plush than a sheep's wool covered your body.

A sickness had attacked your body, and despite his knowledge in medicine, Muzan was unable to find a cure for this disease, leaving him to become a mess you had never seen him become. Worry took over his own body, panic slowly creeping up on his face as you spoke the words he never wanted to hear you say.

"My dear, please, don't say such things. You merely want to rest, yes? Then please, rest."

"Muzan..." A weak, pale hand raised to gently caress his chilled cheek. "We both know what I mean...and I'm ready."

You were grateful, as this sickness had taken the years to finally get you to this point. You were able to enjoy what time you were given to your husband, and throughout that time, you had come to accept what was to come, especially since a cure seemed further and further out of reach.

You had never seen this man cry, so to see him shed so many tears at your bedside only made your heart ache, even more so when he gripped at your hand, thinking holding it tightly would keep you down to earth with him.

"Muzan, shhh...please...I promise...it's better I go while I'm ready...than to leave with regret."

He knew that. He of all people should know that, especially with the time he has spent alive. He has seen many people come and go, but never, never has he felt such a fear of losing anyone before.

"...You can't leave me...I'm sorry..." Muzan's voice shook as he spoke, pressing your hand and his to your forehead. "Please...give me more time. I can find a cure! I know I can!"

"As great of a doctor as you are...not everything is meant to be cured..."

Ah, that's right. That's what he told you. He told you he was a doctor. He had almost forgotten his little white lie amidst his rare emotions.

"But...you cannot expect me to just let you die..."

"No...No I don't." Your voice was weak, and it only weakened by the minute. "I expect you to let me go, to allow me to move on. I told you, love...I'm ready."

"But I'm not! Please just..." He choked on a sob, wracking his thoughts around for an idea.

And one came to mind.

Immediately, his emotions flipped like a switch, and he slowly gazed at you with red, puffy eyes.

"My love...If I...If I may be selfish..." He stood from his seated spot, his hands moving up your arm until one rested under your head, gently lifting it so you two could meet eyes. "Please...allow me to..."

"Muzan...?" You furrowed your brows, tiredly meeting his eyes as he moved around. "What is it you wish to do...?"

"I...I have not been honest with you, dear. There is...a part of me I kept hidden from you for so long." He thought carefully about what to say, about how to say it. "This part of me...I never wanted you to see, to experience, but..."

You chuckled lightly before it turned into a phlegm filled cough, only startling Muzan further. However, you spoke before he could utter a word. "Alright, love..."

Muzan froze, unsure if he heard you correctly. "A...Alright?"

You gave him a weak smile. "I'm not sure what you're wanting to do, but...heh...I trust you." Honestly you thought maybe he was finally losing it at this point, considering how he had behaved with you during your sickness. Your sickness was lighting the fuse, and you dying was the explosion you never wanted to see. However, who were you to deny him at this point?

Your trust was all he needed, and it was like all fear and sadness left like water rushing out of a dam. Adrenaline kicked in, and with a bite of his tongue, Muzan's lips met yours.

At first, your suspicions felt correct, though you weren't complaining. His kisses were always lovely, and you'd be a fool to leave before receiving one last kiss from your husband.

But what you weren't expecting was the rush of blood that poured into your mouth.

Metallic liquid settled against your tongue, sliding down your throat. You had never tasted anything so foul, but as you swallowed it, you wouldn't remember the taste. In fact, you wouldn't remember anything for awhile.

It felt like a blink, and you were sitting up in bed, panting heavily as your eyes darted around the room. Your vision felt...cleaner, clearer. It was...sharper than before. Your body felt famished, like you hadn't eaten in weeks.

"M-Mu...zan...?"

Even your voice was affected, hoarse and weak. At first you thought it didn't change based on your sickness from before, but no. It had changed. You just didn't recognize it yet.

Muzan stood by the bedside, his red eyes gazing down to meet similar red irises. He knew well what he had done, and he was ready to accept the consequences of it, whatever they may be. For now, he saw this as a moment of joy, and he reached for your hands once more. Again, an emotion you never thought you'd see on him molded his face, leaving him smiling slightly wider than usual.

"My dear...you're just like me now. We can walk the earth to the end of time...as demons."

In all honesty, this is a nice segue into a possible part 2, so should you desire that, please let me know once requests open back up!