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Hrrmmm, shure would be a shame if I didnt get a hate fuck fic for Arthur Morgan 😇😇😇

(I need him to use me.)

Me rn

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IM BACK EVERYONE

A/N:I didn't know what to write, tbh and I had so much going on in my life and stuff. ANYWAYS I still don't know so plsosksklsksplspls give suggestions and stuff, BUT YH

AND A BIG THAN K YOU TONMY FRIEND @sourcatnip for these

I will be using these for the future when I get requests

Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm back

BYE BYE

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think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.

Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.

Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."

Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.

With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.

Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.

Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.

The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.

You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.

He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.

"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."

Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.

Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.

Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.

As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."

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THOU IS BACK

But im clueless on what to write

So I need requests asap

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Dude I’m just to good I sooo didn’t die like 3 times 🙏😔 I

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Based on this nsfw audio

Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean

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Do you do rdr2 fics??

I'm probably gonna do anime characters more (big fan ngl), but give me a character, and I'll do whatever u can to make it possible, thank you for asking tho

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Hi everyone, I'm just gonna quickly say ty for the support, and I'm so sorry for not posting. I'm currently going through something with my birth parent and a lot more. I will try to post on the holidays , but there's no guarantee's as I am visiting family and stuff ( also having to deal with the parent 😍✌️). anyways I just wanna quickly thank you all for liking the posts and even some of you's reposting them. Requests will still be open as I haven't had any inspiration (besides my 2 friends), but i really do appreciate your support ❤️

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Some early retirement ghoap for Stephanie! Thank you 😮‍💨💜

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WIFELY DUTIES + the daily life of Uzui Tengen's pretty little housewife.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, swallowing, feminists will not like this, pregnancy kink, breastfeeding/lactation kink, oral sex (f and m), facefucking, pet names, dumbification, teasing, orgasm denial, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, thighriding, impregnation kink

more content on my masterlist!

Or.al. Tengen walks into your home and finds that it’s shining and spotless. He hangs his coat up and leaves his shoes at the door before looking around. Uzui peaks his head in the kid’s room to find them asleep and tucked in properly. He heads into the kitchen and finds that dinner is still warm and ready for him. His heart swells with pride when he enters your shared bedroom to find you resting from a long day of cooking a meal, watching after the children, and cleaning the place top to bottom. Your husband gets to his knees at the edge of the bed, resting between your silken thighs. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He swallows thickly as his lips curl around your puffy cl.it, licking up and drinking every drop that his skilled tongue coaxes out of your sopping wet hole. “Deserve every bit of this and more.” His praise vibrates against your sensitive slit. He lets you rut your pus.sy against his slick face and chase your pleasure, the stress from the day being released soon enough when your c.um runs down your adoring husband’s chin.

Bre.astfeeding/lactation. When you got pregnant and went through your entire pregnancy, and eventually gave birth, he was always there for you every step of the way. There were times when you felt insecure about your changing body but Tengen always assured you that you were no less attractive. “Motherhood could never be anything less than beautiful.” One thing in particular that your husband loves about your new maternal body is the way your bre.asts have grown so large to accommodate your milk. "Thank you," He leaves gentle kisses on you as he fondles your plush body. "Thank you for having my babies." They swell and bounce beautifully every time you move and even more when he’s got you squirming underneath him. “Love you-” He kisses down your collarbone and chest. “Mhmm. Love you so fucking much, Y/N.” Before his lips wander down your round t.its. Uzui gently fondles one and sucks harshly on the other, drawing your sweet nectar out of the swollen nipple. “Your body's so perfect like this.” Tengen manages to praise you over and over again even with mouthfuls of your milk flowing down his throat and dribbling down the corners of his mouth.

Pet names. He calls you honey so often. It just feels so domestic to him and when he turned you into his pretty little housewife, the babies and princesses kind of slowed and became replaced with more wifely names. “Honey,” He comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, hugging your body close to his (despite the fact that you’re in the middle of preparing lunch for the kids before they go to school). Your husband kisses your cheeks softly and smiles when he feels your skin warm up under his lips. “Wish I could stay home all day with you and do this.” Of course, he’d rather not go to work but Uzui imagines what the two of you could get up to and contemplates resigning. It’s expected to rain later. You two could stay in bed all day, fu.cking softly and cuddling - two naked bodies in love and forgetting that time exists.

Org.asm denial. Tengen’s got two fingers massaging all of the right spots deep inside of your contracting hole. He knows where exactly to press and he’s always sure to use his expertise against your needy body. His thumb swipes across your slick nub, giving you everything you need to cu.m hard. “You wanna cu.m, love?” You nod frantically, hands running through his long snowy locks and your mouth releasing a constant string of begs and moans. Pathetic little whines that he loves so much. Uzui's quick fingers slow considerably, forcing your moans to climb in frustrated pitch until his movements stop. The confused and annoyed look on your face is almost like a reward. “You think I’m gonna let you cu.m like that, so easily?” He questions, fingers exiting your pus.sy and forcing their way into your mouth. He only removes them when he’s hovering over you and can properly lean down to settle a glob of spit on your tongue. His long spindly digits reenter to fu.ck his saliva down your throat and force you to gag. "You don't deserve to, baby. Not with dinner being late two nights in a row." You apologize though his fast moving hands but it’s not enough. Once he settles on punishing you, there’s no way around it - not until you’re shaking and shivering beneath him and begging him to let you cu.m.

Thigh riding. He huffs when he sees you pouting at the edge of the bed, watching him get dressed for work. “I’m sorry, honey. You know I have to take this overtime though.” Uzui isn’t surprised when your pout doesn’t vanish. The look in your eyes is one that he knows very well. You avoid his eyes when they grow darker. “Do you need a little attention, pretty girl?” He crosses the room, hands idly buckling his belt since he’s still bent on leaving for work within the hour. He sits on the edge of the bed with you, manspreading and inviting you to straddle a thigh. His muscle is welcoming under the fit of the tight fabric. The rough material is expensive as ever, thanks to the salary he earns, but the price doesn’t matter in the slightest when he’s got you gliding across him and making a mess. “C’mon, love.” He urges you to cu.m fast, checking his watch and praying there isn’t much traffic on the way into the office. “Make a pretty little mess on me.” His work clothes become drenched in your juices quickly. The scratch of his pants hits your oversensitive cl.it every time you ride upwards against your husband's body. He presses his hands onto your waist to move you with more fever, ignoring the stir in his pants at the sight of you - pretty t.its bouncing in his face and wetness soaking through his clothes as you use him to get yourself off. You squeeze your arms around his neck and pull his body closer. “Oh, fuck Uzui- fuuuckk.” You cry out as your cl.it spasms, causing a splash in his lap. Your nails get stuck in the fabric of his button up shirt as you cling to him. Your husband nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe you in and commit every part of you to memory to get him through work but before he can stop himself, he’s checking his watch and determining that there’s enough time for more than this. His strong hands shift you to his other thigh. “Get the other one messy too, mommy.”

Crea.mpie. The kitchen counter is cool against your naked tits as your husband presses you further into the marble, fucking you hard from behind. "You're doing so well, taking care of the house and kids while I'm away at work," He moans, pumping into you and praising you at the same time. Uzui looks around the house, searching for fault… for imperfection. There’s no mistake to be found though. You’re the perfect housewife. You moan beneath him, even trying to muffle your sounds of pleasure into your hands in case the kids aren’t fully asleep yet. Uzui’s palms land on the plush of your hips, fucking you the way you deserve. "I think you can handle another kid, don’t you?” Your days are already filled but, the ecstasy that’s clouding your mind halts you from rejecting the notion of getting pregnant again and the feeling of your husband fucking his seed deep into you, no sign of stopping or slowing, pushes you over the edge too.

Single masturbation. You feel Tengen’s eyes raking over your quivering body. “Can do better than this, honey. I’ve seen you do better.” Your shy fingers grace over your silky lips as you play with your pussy for your husband. One hand begins to work your cunt open, the other squeezes and pinches at an erect nipple and when he reprimands you. You spread those legs wider and moan even sluttier - determined to have his neglected cock straining in his boxers. "That’s right, honey. Show me what you do to yourself when I'm working late. I deserve to know, don’t I?” His gaze causes your hand to stutter on your own pussy, nervous moans filling the room. Your cum coats your hand and you look at the dripping fingers in humiliation - an expression that he chooses to ignore. “I can’t believe I miss this cute little show all the time.” He teases, “You’re going to have to show it to me more often.” Your husband crosses the room, unbuckling the belt to reward you with the real thing.

Throat-fucking. "Come on, sweetie." His hands cradle the back of your head, a harsh grip. "Service your hard-working husband." Uzui eases his dick in further, ignoring your coughs. He won't let you fucking suffocate. "Take it in your throat." His commands are as harsh as his words. You get used to the girthy appendage fucking into your throat quickly and swallow around it, throat squeezing it tightly and slicking it up perfectly. It's not long before he's got his head thrown back and moaning your name. Your husband bucks his hips upwards to feel as much of your mouth as possible. "Gonna fill your cheeks up, love." The wet squelches from your mouth bounce off the walls before his moans join in to create a harmony of sin.

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YOU WANT KISSES?

↳GN Reader | Fluff

➼You text them if they want kisses (You mean Hershey kisses, but they thought otherwise) | TokRev Ver.

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HELL BENT — RYOMEN SUKUNA

✧･ﾟ The Incubus King finally claims his intended.  

( TW ) f!reader, incubus king!Sukuna, major size difference (Sukuna’s 8ft tall!), harem, group sex, fingering, cunnilingus, biting, rough sex, bleeding, forked tongues, cervix fucking, mating bonds, reader goes in some type of ‘heat’, explicit content. 

word count - > 1.5k

author's note: PLS don’t take this seriously Idek what this is!! unedited + I'm trying a new writing style

Can’t stop thinking about Incubus king!Sukuna who finally finds his intended after centuries of looking. Who finds her in a place he never thought to check, the human realm. Who he kidnaps and brings down to his realm, telling you how you are to be his queen and rule his subjects alongside him. You have a mental breakdown your first week. The change of scenery, coming to terms that this is real, the differences between you and Sukuna’s species he calls Incubus. You’ve heard of them before, but you didn't think they were real—who did? They’re eight feet tall, winged creatures who liked to fuck 24/7. Half of them roam around naked and you can’t turn a hallway without catching two or more in sexual activities. So, hearing that you're some type of ‘mate’ to the king of the creatures? You think you’re dreaming. Sukuna brings you food every day and talks about how the mating bond has been activated now. How the several next week's you’re going to be restless until he ruts and claims you. 

You scream and cry how this is his fault. He leans over the buffet of food and smacks your thigh with a grumble. You refuse to speak to him for the rest of the night even when he undresses and washes you. Making crude comments like how he can’t wait to breed your human body full of his offsprings. Sukana who doesn’t have the time for your refusal to talk to him for he has a kingdom to run, so he drops you off to a group of naked, pierced women who he calls his harem. He gently pushes you into one of the tall women before telling her to take care of you or else.  

You can’t find it in your to be jealous of the women for being his ‘harem.’ You don’t even like Sukuna right now and the women, they’re so kind and mature that you would much rather spend your days lazing around with them than sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he laughs at his people who come to him with misfortunes.  His harem teaches you all about their lands, how sex isn’t taboo instead something they need just like oxygen is to humans. How when they fuck, they release some type of energy that’s built up in their body that causes their kind to go insane and terrorize the human realm.  

Sukuna’s harem who are utterly obsessed with how small you are compared to them. They used to spend their days lying around on rich cushions and blankets waiting for Sukuna but even they got bored of him—if it were up to them, they’d lock him in their room and never let him out. His harem who was supposed to be teaching you more about their king but instead chose to spend their days lazily eating you out with their long-forked tongues and fucking you dumb with their big fingers. They make you suckle their breasts and grind on their faces. They’re so gentle after, hissing at each other when one speaks too loudly after you had fallen asleep, washing your body clean, wrapping you in the softest blankets to carry you back over to your room with Sukuna. Some days they happen to catch Sukuna in his room, and they smirk and giggle when they see his jealous face. They take it as the highest compliment their queen has decided to lie with them before the king.  

Incubus king!Sukuna who feels the mating bond grow stronger with every second you're in his castle. He feels himself shifting. He unable to stay away for long periods of time. He forces you to bathe with him before making you sit on his throne with him while he talks to irrelevant people, his hard cock jumping every time you move. You want to get away, moaning and grumbling how his you want to go play with his harem, it’s uncomfortable sitting on muscular thighs for hours while listening to him talk in several languages you don’t understand to people you don’t know. Sukuna who hisses and grumbles at you before going back to his subjects who kneel at the bottom of his obsidian throne.  

 Throughout the week you can’t help but get hornier and hornier until your unable to walk without liquids dripping down your thighs and wetting your skirts. Despite Sukuna's harem playing with you can’t help but plead and cry for him. You barely know the man but your body aches for him, for his cock, his bond. Sukuna who finally comes to see you one day. Who picks you up to set you up top of the cushions so you can watch him fuck his harem. He does everything he could think to the women, he wants to see what makes you twitch and ache and cry. By the time he’s done—hours later—you’re in a puddle of slick panting and crying how you want him. He doesn’t take you though, he can smell that you aren’t ready for him just yet, and he can’t risk injuring his mate who he’s searched for centuries. He won’t allow himself to bring you any harm, so he just holds you in his lap and makes his harem play with you until you pass out. 

Sukuna whose balls deep in one of his women when he sniffs that air and smells the scent change in you. The women he’s fucking laughs when he yanks himself out of her and goes to you. He picks you up from the drenched cushion you're sitting on. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob and the feeling of his body. You try to wrap your legs around his huge frame but you’re too tired, so they just hang as he walks you back to your room, your thighs rubbing against his cock. Sukuna lays you down on the huge bed before ripping your silky dress and ding his head in between your legs. He brings you to several orgasm, but his mouth and forked tongue isn't what you want. You want his cock. You want him to fuck you pregnant while he bites you and claims you as his. You scream and kick and pull and at the pair of horns on top his head, but he just shushes you before going back to eating you out.  

Sukuna finally deems you ready to take his cock but before he kisses and drags his teeth all over your body. He suckles at your breast, commenting on how you’ll be feeding him with said breasts soon. You cry out when he finally turns you ass up. You don’t even think about how much bigger he is than you, how his cock might not fit inside. Sukuna pushes your head into the blankets, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it over your pussy. You scream at him, but he ignores you enjoying the sight of your pussy against his too big cock. When he finally pushes into you scream into the pillow. You scream for more, for him to slow down, for him to breed you, for him to fuck you harder, for him to stop and let you catch a break. He’s too out of it to listen. He never knew what it would feel like to claim a mate but this? If he had any doubt the little human underneath his wasn’t his, he didn’t now. He finally felt whole. He felt your essence flowing into him, making him stronger, more aware, if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel your emotions and hear your thoughts. He fucked your impossibly harder. 

Sukuna leans down and whispers for you to open, and let him in. You don’t understand what he's talking about until his cock shoots some warm liquids and you feel your cervix open. It hurts so good when he pushes deeper into you. You orgasm again before he releases his seed into you. The tension leaves your body at the feeling of his seed rushing to your womb. You’re about to succumb to the sleepiness before Sukuna jolts you awake saying this is just the beginning.  

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My requests are open, but here are the things I won't be writing and things I will be doing

NOT DOING

Cnc

Minors

Anything feces or golden showers (aka pee)

And anything in the future

Extreme bdsm

Zoophilia

WILL BE DOING

BDSM

Breeding

Maybe hybrids

Bondage

pegging

And more (I'm so tired I'm sorry)

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A/n:I've been watching this new series called Blood of zeus, AND DAMN. apollo is looking too good. Anyways, I thought I'd do a smut alphabet (cause why not.) Also about my requests, they'll be open again after valentines Day (I need a little break) BUT LETS GET TO IT

Btw this is with a chubby!fem , I'm sorry

NSFW UNDER THIS

A-aftercare

As soon as you guys are finished with your intimacy, he asks, "Are you ok, dear?" And asks if you need something to eat or drink, and showering is always an offer for u and him. He cares so much about you and makes sure you have the best care of all time

B-body part

You~I reckon he'd go for your breasts or thighs , idk

Him~ his arms due to them being able to hold you and keep you secure (and hyacinthus)

C-cum

He really enjoys seeing your beautiful body in his seed, but if he had to choose, he would definitely face and inside, just depending on his mood

D-dirty secret

He sometimes thinks of you having a three-way with hyacinthus and being fucked dumb, but he's only imagined that 10 times, cause instead of them taking turns they'll just have you at once. But you're not there yet

E-experience

He's a God, he's had plenty

F- favourite position

He's love Missionary and the face-off but also the pretzel dip one ( I call it that )

G-goofy

During intimacy, he tried being serious, but there were times he had giggled due to something you were doing (either doing it wrong or just being silly)

H-hair

This man has luscious locks and beautiful blonde hair on his beautiful brown skin, but his situation downstairs is not too hairy, but hair enough

I-intmacy

He's a bit of a sucker. I mean, he's a little teaser and will rile you up that you become a mess,but don't worry, he's gonna enjoy it

J-jerk off

Sometimes , but he has you and hyacinthus, so why would he. But if you aren't available to and hyacinthus is away doing something, he'll make sure to take care of his situation, and when you guys get home, you're in for a treat.

K-kink

Bondage, maybe spanking, breeding, *possibly lactation* , he likes to warm up his body from time to time(cause he's the God of sun)

L-location

He likes it to be private, but if you wanns try it and he likes it, good luck to you hun cause you'll be doing it in his chariot as well

M-motivation

When you become cocky or showering and he comes in unexpectedly. But there was this one time you were seeing if you liked any of the tunics he had seen one day strolling and he saw one and when he saw ,OH LORD

N-no

Not really bringing pain (besides spanking), he just doesn't find it hot

O-oral

This man loves to devour your fat pussy, and he likes it when you 69 cause then there's the 2 of you having pleasure

P-pace

Steady, not too quick or slow, just right bit from time to time he likes to go quick then slow just for the thrill

Q-quickies.

Gods and goddesses having a meeting? Do if quickly and leave

R-risk

He'll find it cute when you think your about to get caught in most situations when your in the chariot

S-stamina

He can go for whatever rounds he wants, cause of that God speed shit

T-toy

Due to it being based in ancient Greek, I don't think there's much, but there's rope, and that's all he can offer (sorry 😭)

U-unfair

This mf is cocky and will tease and then leave you helpless when you're the edge, but then there are times when he'll overstimulate the shit out of you

V-volume

Moans and grunts loudly judt to see how good your doings are and to see how much he loves it

W-wildcard

One time you asked if you can have hyacinthus in your plump cunt and have apollo in your mouth, he was severely shocked is to say

X~x-ray

I think he's quite large , so at least 9 inches soft and then 11 when he's hard ,NOT ONLY SIZE BIT THE GIRTH IS LARGE

Y-yearing

Big fat romantic and lovely dovey side all the time , like coming to you with flowers and mew songs he has written and telling people your his and hyacinthus

Z-zzz

Once he has finished cleaning both of you and himself, then asleep , he has nothing to do. He's fast asleep

I HOPED EVERYONE ENJOYED THAT

I'm sorry if it seemed like I gave up half way, I'm judt burnt out

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HII OMG i hope it’s okay to ask if can you do some bf sukuna texts? hope ur taking care of yourself this winter !! ^^

thank u for the request!!! it’s actually summer where i’m from but i hope you’re keeping yourself warm 🫶🏽

bf!sukuna texts

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Your smau posts are always a delight. Could I ask for y/n messaging the jjk guys "your face is so pretty, makes me wanna sit in it" to see their reaction?

thanks so much for reading my works!! i'm sorry this is so late but i hope it's up to your expectations!

❛YOUR FACE IS PRETTY, CAN I SIT ON IT?❜ includes gojo, geto, nanami, itadori, inumaki, okkotsu, fushiguro

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BEST THING , GREATEST THING IVE RED THIS YR NGL

Hello! So it said your requests are open and I just figured I’d shoot my shot lol. But obviously you don’t have to so if you don’t want to I understand!

Douma x chubby insecure reader where he worships her? Fluff/smut? Douma and her are in a not secret but not known relationship and one of his followers insult her somehow and he finds out and proves the follower wrong to her.

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hnnnnnng yes!!

Pairing: Douma x chubby!f!reader

Content guidance: NSFW. One line of nastiness from a side character due to reader's weight. Vaginal penetration. Gentle clit slapping. Douma praising and worshiping you. Approx 1.7k words.

There was a common misconception that Douma didn’t feel. 

True, he didn’t feel regret or remorse for the things he did, nor did he truly feel pity for his whining disciples when they offloaded their silly little problems onto him and begged to be delivered to paradise.

But he felt a great deal toward you.

You were the one person he had met in over a hundred years who listened to him, who didn’t shun him from conversation or dismiss him as an idiot or the purest form of evil. And you were soft, ever so soft, and ever so fun to play with. From your sweet, soft tummy to your plush thighs, and the pillowy warmth of your arms when you held him. He adored every voluptuous inch of you. 

So, when he returned to his chamber after a particularly draining day of listening to his disciples’ worries to find you lying in bed with tears running down your cheeks, he immediately felt compelled to set things right. 

“Hush hush now, sweet one,” he said, sitting cross-legged on the bed and gathering you up in his arms to sit you on his lap. You weighed nothing to him, he could throw you around like a temari if he so wished, but he never would. “Tell me what happened…”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Oh but I have now, so I need to fix it.” He wiped away your tears with his fingertips, continuing to stroke your cheeks with the pointed tips of his fingernails. “Isn’t that what I do? Talk to me, my love.”

You simply shook your head. “I’m okay. I don’t want to burden you. It’s just a silly thing.”

“You are a silly thing,” he sighed adoringly, leaning down to playfully nibble the tip of your nose, knowing that so often got you to squeal and bat him away. But when you simply huffed a halfhearted chuckle and allowed him to bite you, he knew he had to persist. “Sweet dove, what’s wrong? Please. You’re never a burden. You can tell me anything. Do you not like staying in my room? Are you cold? Did the cook prepare your food badly? I’ll eat her–”

“No! No, Douma, it’s not that.” You pulled in a deep breath and sighed. “One of your disciples cornered me today. She… demanded to know what I did to become your favorite since there’s no way someone like you would love a big fat pig like me.”

The answer took him aback. It seemed so silly to him, so trivial. Why on earth would you care about the opinion of someone so insignificant? But it was clearly important to you, so he smiled and gripped your cheeks between his fingers and turned your face up to look at him. “Who said that to you?” 

“Hana, I think her name is…”

“Ahh, bitter old Hana. Well, don’t worry about her anymore,” he said cheerfully.

“Why? What are you going to do?” 

What was he going to do when he left the chamber? Oh pretty dove, you didn’t need to know that. Douma simply laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around you, his hands resting on the soft pillow of your belly as he pressed his face just below your ear and let his lips glance against your neck with every word. “I’m going to show you just how loved you are, my darling. How I love every inch of you, how you’re a divine creature I can’t help but adore.”

He heard your breath shudder as your hands instinctively came to cover his, as though you could stop him from touching your stomach. Poor love, you were so wounded by such a little thing as a few silly words, soft and sweet as you were. It just wouldn’t do, so he lay you down on your back, his claws making short work of your clothes. 

“Douma!”

“Ah-ah, shh shh, I’ll get you new clothes. Nicer ones; the most beautiful fabrics scantily draped over your beautiful body, and then I’ll parade you around the temple so everyone knows that there’s only one deity within these walls and they must sing praises to your name.”

Oh your sweet little laugh made his heart flutter. He always knew how to draw them from you. You squirmed a little as he kissed your stomach, but quickly realized your efforts were in vain; he had you pinned down with one hand in the center of your torso. You weren’t going anywhere until he was satisfied that you felt beautiful.”

“So lovely,” he cooed, grinning as he licked at your soft skin just beneath your navel, making you shiver. “As though I could do anything other than love you? Hah! You were made for me, sweetness.”

You smiled softly and let him continue kissing your body. “Why me though?”

“Because I like pretty things,” he uttered between kisses, “And you do this to me.” Smirking against your stomach, he took your hand and led it to the bulge tenting his hakama, relishing the way your own smile spread. “Which Hana could never.”

“Douma!” You pressed your lips together to hide your grin, but it didn’t escape his notice. 

Raising onto his knees he lowered his hakama and let his erection bounce free. “There now, do you see? Hm? Do you see the effect you have on me?”

“It’s hard to miss.”

“Aha! Such a cheeky little thing,” he teased as he lifted your thighs and dragged you down the bed toward him, pressing the head of his cock into you. Oh how he loved the way you gasped as he penetrated you, engulfed in your warmth, how his body shivered with delight as he felt your lovely cunt tensing around him. But he didn’t move his hips, no not yet. He simply let his cock sit inside you, completely still as your walls pulsed around him, silently begging him to thrust. 

“Now, dove, I’m not moving an inch until you tell me you’re beautiful.” 

You groaned in protest, “Douma…”

“Ah ah,” he chastised you, giving your clit a little slap, not enough to hurt you, of course. Just enough to make you squirm and make your pussy squeeze him delightfully. Wicked lovely thing, it was hardly a punishment at all if you enjoyed it. “Say, I’m Douma’s favorite because I’m beautiful and soft, and he loves the way my tits bounce when he fucks me.”

Your cheeks flushed darker as you hid your face behind your arms, but he knew you loved this teasing. 

He slapped your clit again. “Come on, pretty one, you can say it. I know you can.”

The conflict warred behind your eyes, the need to give in and receive your reward battling against your internalized shame. How silly of you to believe the oft-spouted lie that the worst thing a person could be was fat. It was so absurdly untrue, and yet your poor sweet little mind had absorbed it and made it fact. Douma wouldn’t stand for that. He slowly inched his cock out of you, watching your expression turn to desperation.

“No, Douma, please fuck me. I’m pretty and soft and you make my tits bounce so nicely.”

A victorious smile beamed across his face as he thrust into you, his hips slapping against the plump cushion of your ass. “There now, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Douma-ha!” 

“Now say, my body is chubby and it’s beautiful and all for you, Douma.”

You groaned in frustration but did as he asked so quickly he barely had to break his momentum to coax it out of you, good girl that you were. Oh and the way your body reacted to him, your silken nectar coating his cock, the heat of you, the way your pussy clenched around him as though it didn’t want to let him go. You were delicious, divine, every thrust making the flesh of your belly undulate and your breasts sway, and Douma had never seen anything so utterly perfect.

His nature made him inclined toward detesting humans, but not you. No, not you at all. You were his ripe peach, his blossoming lotus, his Goddess, his world. He fed his cock into you, deep and slow, letting you feel every inch of the erection that you gave him.

He almost laughed at the silliness of it all when his arms began to tremble beneath him, as though his strength were only that of a pitifully besotted mortal man. The way his cursed heart was all a flutter and his cheeks which should have been hauntingly ashen grew warm and pink. Oh you lovely, wonderful, perfect thing. He couldn’t hold back fully, and it wasn’t long before his hips began to piston, fucking you fast and hard, lifting your leg over his shoulder so he could go deeper and tease your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. 

You came for him so sweetly, your body quivering as the pleasure consumed you. And he could no longer hold back from moaning as he fucked you, the sounds emerging from him a lewd symphony.

“Oh my…  ohh you’re so— hoh… so so-hoh-ft… w-warm… OH! Cumming…” His abdominal muscles fluttered, his body tingling as he released into you, his orgasm pulling a string of whines and giggles from his lips. “My love my love oh sweet lotus you made me– hah! Oh… haha fuck…” He chuckled as he came down from his high, aware of you yet not, his body throbbing and tingling, his mind fuzzy. Pleasure like that always took him out entirely. 

When he fully came to his senses he found himself resting his head on your belly, comforted by your softness as you threaded your fingers through his hair. His hand lay cupped almost possessively over your pussy, feeling it twitch and pulse, and the composite elixir of your essence and his spend wetting his palm.

“There now, do you feel better?”

You nodded, though he knew you’d likely let cruel words get to you again, be they your own or someone he was happy to deal with for you. It didn’t matter. He would keep on doing all he could to silence anyone who dared to challenge the fact that you were anything less than divine perfection. After all, Douma would never settle for anything less.