#white breasted ground dove

[scottpartridge]

White-Breasted Ground Dove, an #avianaugust prompt I missed,

[seathernycolors]

pigeon posting

[cozydragonart]

Day 3, White breasted ground dove!

[helen-birb]

Avian August Day 3- White Breasted Ground Dove

[avian-aves]

Day 3 - White-breasted Ground-dove

Reference image from Tomasz Doroń

[keeskiwi]

Avian August Day 3 - White-breasted ground dove

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Trick or treat!

White-Breasted Ground Dove!

[columbidaecontest]

[ID: the White-breasted ground dove is purple and pink, with white on it's face and neck. the Polynesian ground dove is a black and red pigeon with a white head and neck. and is sitting on a leaf]

[calandrinon]

Nicobar pigeon 100% plays bass in the pigeon band

Edit: I have been informed that nicobar pigeon is the lead singer, which is fine because I forgot to assign a lead singer whoops

oh BTW here's my teeny tiny list of my favourite pigeon species

White breasted ground dove

Nicobar pigeon

Cinnamon headed green pigeon

Yellow footed green pigeon

Pheasant pigeon

Yellow breasted fruit dove

Many coloured fruit dove

Crowned pigeon

[wolfusimagius]

First week of Avian August! Look at all these beautiful birds ♥

In order:

Common Copperwing

White-breasted ground-dove

Pink-necked green pigeon

Yellow-breasted fruit-dove

Negros Bleeding-heart

Orange fruit-dove

Squatter Pigeon

Full challenge: https://x.com/cookiedoves/status/1809671071198535865

Edit: Thank you so much for the support on this post! ;o; <3 Please consider supporting me with a ko-fi !

[chosopie]

Hear me out: Conquer Sukana who killed y/n bethroned and Y/n, a very high ranking princess convinces Sukana who leave her baby brother, Yuji be. Yuji is a 3 year old who often clinging to y/n since Sukana basically stole the throne. Sukana falls for the beautiful y/n

CONQUERER - RYOMEN SUKUNA

“Master, it would be best if you spared them. They have done nothing against you,” Uraume spoke while he stood by Sukuna’s tall figure that loomed over you and your baby brother Yuji’s shaking figure. “Perhaps, you could even keep Lady Y/N L/N. She is known for her intelligence and her way with the sword.”

You stood in front of your little brother, arms spread open to shield his small body. Your face was covered in sweat and the blood of the man you were betrothed to. Now that he was dead, you were going to be queen—the queen of the foreign conquerer. It was unfair, but this was the rule and tradition every nation had mutually agreed upon. It was survival of the strongest. Those who are strong enough shall take what they can.

“Leave my brother alone or I will show you no mercy,” you spat.

“No mercy?” Sukuna laughed. “And what could you possibly do to me? You’re just a tiny and meek girl.”

You pulled out the dagger that was attached to the band on your thigh and pointed it at Sukuna’s upper abdomen. He quickly grabbed your wrist and yanked you to his hard and toned chest.

“Stab me, girl. Let’s see what you’ve got,” he moved his face close enough to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes shamelessly examined your face, slowly trailing down to your exposed flesh. You wore a flowy purple off-shoulder dress that had a large slit that showed your legs. With him towering over you, he could see the top of your breasts your dress failed to cover.

You spat at him, causing him to move back. He scowled and tightly held your face with his large hand. His sharp nails dug onto your supple skin, leaving red streaks all over your cheeks.

“Do the women here have no knowledge of manners? Know your place. I own this nation now. I own you.” He let go of your face and snatched Yuji.

“No! Get away, monster!” Yuji fought back and tried to squeeze his way out of Sukuna’s arms.

“Yuji!” You screamed and stabbed Sukuna on the chest, carving out a big line that went all the way to his stomach.

Sukuna winced and threw Yuji onto the ground. You tried to run to your brother, but Sukuna grabbed you and held you in place.

“Please! Let him go! Just take me instead, you bastard!”

“Is that so?” Sukuna smirked, his hand effortlessly lifting Yuji from the ground and tossing him to you. You catched Yuji and hugged him tight, your left hand on the small of his back and right hand gently caressing his hair. “I shall take you as my wife,” the fierce man said.

-

Sukuna sat comfortably on his throne, his chin resting on the palm of his hands while he blankly stared at the lavish banquet your people had prepared. There were girls in revealing dresses that danced right in front of him, but his eyes were elsewhere. His gaze was fixed on you, who sat beside him in a beautiful white dress that was elegantly draped on your dainty figure. Your neck and wrists were covered in jewels of all sorts that Sukuna had gifted you prior to your unification.

“Smile a little, my dove. It’s our wedding. You’re more than lucky to have me as your ally. After all, I’m the strongest out there.”

Your eyes refused to meet his piercing gaze. “Ally? I had no choice. You forcefully took me.”

He gently reached for your chin and turned your head towards him. “You gave yourself to me, remember?”

“That’s because I had to protect my brother.”

“And you looked beautiful doing that. You would make a great mother,” he smiled with amusement.

: ̗̀➛ part 2

[shaisuki]

Hi there, Shai !!

I'm like literally hooked to ur works!! THAY ARE AWESOME

Sooo I wanted to ask for something crazyyy (if u don't mind)

Can I get a chubby darling x yandere (pls put gojo and toji there) who get angry upon reader's escape plan being successful and when they find reader...they degrade reader + any smut u want

This is deranged. I'm sorry

Anyway, thanks for reading this( and I hope this doesn't bother u in any way)

(^-^)/

RUN AND YOU WILL FIND ME IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN

♱ featuring gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, Geto suguru

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings degradation, noncon, name calling, fingering, missionary, backshot, blowjob, dacryphilia, spitting, cum eating, babytrapping, edging. dead dove do not eat.

once it happened and they punished you like it's going to be your last.

GOJO SATORU

the vows haunted you. that no matter where you are, he will find you. throughout the heavens and earth and even in hell. you were free at last but never in the clutches of him. gojo, the strongest sorcerer of the modern times have you shivering even in the midst of summer.

“i will find you.”

that was the words he told you repeatedly plays in your mind. he says it everytime when you're with him. holding you closer, afraid that you'll leave him and he would be nothing without you. “you're the strongest, you are even without me.” you told him and he shakes his head. he knows it true and he only uses it to keep him grounded. he's not heartless and he's not cold and you made him feel warm but such warmth costs you your freedom just to let him feel those feelings.

“i told you, i will find you.”

you could pretend it was your imagination but it not, not when you feel him touching you. the desperation and need are evident and your eyes speaks for it.

the bed creaks and you're afraid that it will break but you hope so you can have a chance of escaping him again. however the grip he have on your wrists are tight and his large cock is nestled deeply inside your pussy. hitting your cervix multiple times that it made you weak but it doesn't stop from fighting him. the fresh scratches are evident in arms, back and chest. the skin pink staining his pale skin.

“you're one mean bitch.” he started. the blues of his eyes glimmering like crystals. “you think i'll let you have your freedom, you're wrong (y/n). you're always going to belong with me until the end of time.” he says. slamming his cock deep inside that it made him shiver from how tight your velvet walls squeeze around him. the impact of his hips to your upper body have your fat jiggling. your round stomach ripples and bulges. you breasts bouncing and gojo thinks how he can never let you go.

“you. are. mine.” the sharp thrusts of his hip are getting rougher as he spoke those three words. each syllable syncing with the slam of his hips and is harder and rougher than the last.

“you belong to me.” he repeatedly chant like a ritual. a ritual that will bind you forever to him. looking at you with his bright blue eyes. his white hair fluffed up and he never stops. he kisses you rough as he feels him nearing towards his end. his cock throbbing and he knows you are close to him from the way your pussy tightens around him.

and the knot in your stomach comes loose. you cried at the sensation of your pussy spasming around him. muffled by his lips and with a hard thrust, making sure that he's buried deeply inside you, he came. pumping you full of his cum. your legs trembling from it and he kisses the tears staining in your round cheeks. he's still cumming deep inside you like he remained celibate for the time you were gone and only to spill his load he have stored for the time he could not fucked you.

“feel that, my sweet wife. you're not going to leave me again. now that i've put my baby in you.”

NANAMI KENTO

“brats don't get to cum.” his words were awful and nanami isn't the one to spew and use vulgar words on you. he's always delicate with you and sings praises on you in the daily. it's a habit for him to tell how much he loves you and you will always matter to him.

the nanami kento you knew isn't like that for today or maybe the next days to come. he got you laying on your stomach. he's behind you. surveying the body of his brat of a wife whom he have committed another crime but it is a crime to take what's rightfully yours?

nanami takes pride on his restraint no matter how many times you have disobeyed him. you were not still acclimated to the life he introduced you to since he took you away from the world and force to live in his but leaving in the world he built for you, it's another story and it's time for you to learn.

he's been at it for long. you forgot to count the time how he got your ass sore from the spanking and shoving his cock to your sopping cunt. dripping wet as he pistons himself deep inside you. his pelvis hitting your ass as he drives himself into you. putting you in a torturous place where he got your wide hips being held by his large calloused palm keeping you in place. the sheets were stained by your tears while you cry out. begging him to stop and maybe let you cum.

“i-i'm sorry, ken. won't do it—ahhhh—gain. please l-let me c-cum.” you whined. your hips are moving on its own trying to match his pace. showing that you're good to him and maybe he'll let you cum but you've been really bad for escaping him and maybe you shouldn't begged but it was starting to get painful from how he was denying you of release.

“i'm sorry, darling. you need to learn from your mistakes.” and with that he keeps fucking you until you can't think of escaping him again.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

emerald eyes belonging to the man of your living nightmare studied you. forcing you on your knees and the scar on his lip twitches. relishing to the delight of your tear-stained round cheeks. he holds the shaft of his cock. bringing the sensitive glans to your lips before smearing it with his precum. beading in the tip of his cock and it was your makeshift lipstick. highlighting your lip color with his white cum.

“lick it, you whore.” your lips wobble. swiping the cum in your lips, you cringe slightly at the bitter taste of his cum assaulting your taste buds. “that's right, you fucking slut. i bet you missed the taste of my cum, you're a hungry bitch who loves to eat his man's cum.” his fingers digs your scalp forcing you to look at him and he's ordering you to open your mouth and although you don't want to, you're doing it. afraid he'll get worse after this and you welcomed the thick glob of his spit. swallowing it eagerly and opening your mouth to show that you've swallowed. it earns a deep laugh from him.

“do i love to mess this pretty face of yours, princess. that's good considering you love my punishments, hah, tell me, princess.” slapping you with his cock to your cheek and you obediently say the words that he knows he likes to hear.

“i'm a bad girl. i deserve to be punished.” you told him and his grin got wider.

he's big. painfully huge that your jaw is starting to go slack but you fought through it. breathing through your nose and relaxing your jaw to take more of him and it appears that he's pleased. you began to flick your tongue in his length before swirling the tip of his cock with your tongue. he began to move and when he did. it hits the back of your throat. tears appearing in your eyes.

“s-shit, that's it. take more of my cock, you bitch.” following, you take more of him until you used your hand to stroke his aching cock that wasn't able to fit in your mouth. a muffled moan came slipping when toji began to drive his cock to your mouth. holding your head with his firm grip. ruthless when he fucks your mouth. rolling his hips with such want and the instinct to fuck.

“fuck! fuck! f-fuck!” cursing at the sensation of your warm mouth. “i'm going to cum in this mouth of yours and you're not going to waste a single drop.” he halted before shoving his cock deeply inside your mouth and releasing his load. you almost choke from it. saliva connects to your lip and to the tip of his cock when he pulled out. some of his cum dripping from your mouth and you catch it with your hands. licking his cum from your hands and swallowing all of it and he seems pleased with what you've done.

“look at you, you can still obey and yet, you go running away from me. punishment's not over. get on all fours and spread your cheeks, i'm going to fuck this tight hole of yours.” his fingers came stretching your other hole and you never felt fear the same way again after that day.

GETO SUGURU

the thing with suguru is, he never turns a blind eye to your wrongdoings. there's always a reprimanding that comes to it next. he's never been weak to your puppy eyes even it glistens with tears. looking at him with pleading eyes. it simply doesn't work on him.

“pathetic, you can't make yourself cum and you dare leave.” his fingers making your cunt squelch. stretching your hole with his thick fingers while your legs are hooked to his arms. “-m sorry, i won't do it again.” a sob coming from you as you meet his fingers trying to get them deeper inside you. “i know you won't, you pathetic slut.” his fingers curling inside your gummy walls and your responds in such a lewd way. sucking his fingers in and suguru chuckles at you. “you slut, you like being called slut, hmm. sucking my fingers in like a slut you are.”

whining, you can't help it. not when it's so good when his thick fingers are deep inside you and you're near to cumming. grinding your pussy to his fingers. your brain singing for more to shove his fingers faster. your high getting nearer and just when you're about to cum, he stops. geto tuts. “i'll let you cum when i want, not when you want it.” his hard on pressing in the back of your ass.

“maybe, i'll let you after you've earned it.”

[repulsiveliquidation]

Oral Fixation || Jill Roord

warnings : mommy kink, rough sex, aftercare, oral sex, strap-ons.

loosely based on this unhinged ask from the one and only, @zeezelweazel. enjoy.

“fuck mommy, please…”

Jill sucks harder on your breast, rolling the hard nipple between her teeth. Your hips speed up on her thigh, hands gripping the back of the couch. Jill spanked your ass hard and hummed around your breast in her mouth.

“Mm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed as she felt your slick build-up on her thigh.

Everyone knew Jill had an oral fixation. She always had something in her mouth, whether it was gum, a straw, a lollipop, or sometimes even her fingers. It didn’t help that in the bedroom, her mouth had to be biting or sucking or licking or nibbling on you. With her cock pounding into your pussy, she had her mouth latched onto you like a leech, leaving lasting marks all over. Nothing, however, satiated her more than using your mouth to her heart’s desire.

Jill pulled away and grinned as she watched your hips roll on top of her thigh, your hands pressed up against her strong stomach for some control. You whined above her, feeling your clit rock just right over her toned leg. She cooed and caressed the back of her fingers over your cheek.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Jill whispered, her breath tickling your ear. You nodded and gripped her training shirt, thighs shaking as you were thrust toward your first orgasm.

“Please let me come, mommy…” you begged, thighs quivering harder as your hips began to stutter.

“You wanna come, baby? You getting close huh?” Jill teases, looking at your watery eyes with a smile on her face. You take a sharp breath and your bottom lip quivers, tears falling on her collarbones.

“P-Please mommy, I’ve been good!” you whine, gripping her shirt so tight your knuckles were white.

“Come,” she growled in your ear and you let go, choked moans stuttering out of your mouth. She held your hips and guided you, cooing soothingly in your ear.

Your slick pooled on her thigh in a sticky warm mess as she lifted you off her and ran her finger through it. You watched as she brought it up to your lips and without question, you wrapped your lips around it and sucked like your life depended on it.

Jill groaned deeply as you noisily sucked on her finger, eagerly swiping it through the rapidly drying mess a few times for you to clean up.

“Good girl,” she praised, watching as you settled yourself between her legs. Jill caressed your cheek with a refreshing tenderness, you watched as she carefully studied your expressions calculating her next move. She stood up and shrugged her underwear off before sitting down with her legs wide open.

“No touching, you got it?” she says, playing with herself slowly. You could see how wet she was, fingers soaked just a little as she teased her fingertips into herself. You drooled at the prospect of tasting her, mouth eager to please Jill.

She scooted closer to the edge of the couch and your head dove in eagerly, licking up her slick folds slowly. You moaned at the taste of her, hands kept tight behind your back obediently. Her big hands settled in your hair with a tight grip, jaw wrenched open in pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that lieveling,” Jill praised breathlessly, back arching off the couch a little. Her flexible hips ground up into your mouth eagerly, groaning your name softly. Your tongue flicked over her clit and sucked occasionally how she liked.

You moaned around her and look up at her, tongue slipping into her pussy slowly. She moaned and gripped your hair tighter, chasing her orgasm as she rode your tongue. Jill bit her bottom lip and rubbed her clit fast, moaning your name as she came. 

She pulled your head back and leaned forward, fingers pulling your jaw open. She spit into your mouth and kissed you feverishly, holding your face still. You moaned into her mouth before she stood, slapping your face lightly twice with a grin.

“Do not move.”

She disappeared into the bedroom quietly, ripping her shirt off as she turned the corner. You shifted gently on your knees to rid yourself of the numbness, hands still obediently behind your back interlaced together. The turntable was playing your favorite classic tunes as George Michael’s saxophone filled the room.  

You hummed along softly, waiting for Jill to get back and she soon did, wearing a red gartered lingerie set with her strap secured tightly around her hips. She sauntered back into the living room with a certain poise, the athlete simply overflowed with confidence. It made your pussy ache with a slightly painful throb, using all of your self-restraint to not rub your thighs together. Jill stood in front of you, her cock pressed up against your lips. She caressed your hair, the other hand tapping her cock on your lips.

“Open up, buttercup,” Jill asks nicely, pressing her hips forward gently. You moan softly as she pushes into your mouth, eyes focused on Jill’s. Her beautiful green eyes bore into yours, hips teetering gently like she was holding herself back. You tap her leg three times and she pulls away, cupping your cheeks with concern in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Let go, Jill.”

“What?”

“Just let go.”

She kisses your nose and nods, standing back up. Her expression changes in an instant, eyes darkening and her muscles tense up. She pulls your hair back, cock pressed right up against your lips again.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” she taunts, wrenching your mouth open and spitting in it again. You swallow before she asks and she smiles, leaning close to your ear and whispering “Good girl,” before standing.

Her cock slips between your lips again, your throat taking her full length with ease. She moans and watches you, hands holding your head still before she fucks into your mouth. Jill throws her head back, hips fucking into your mouth hard. She grips your hair tight, groaning loudly as you gargle and choke.

“Taking it so well, baby,” Jill growls, pulling out of your mouth. She pulls you to your feet, cupping your face and kissing you hard. It’s sloppy and wet, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. She pulls away first, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. She pushes you face-first into the bed, sitting on the back of your thighs. She spanks your ass hard once on each cheek, groaning softly at the whimpers you let out.

“More, please mommy,” you mumble into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets. Jill kisses down your back, hands kneading your ass. She spanks you three more times on each side, watching your skin blossom up.

“So pretty,” she comments, hands caressing up your reddened skin. Your tense muscles relax just a little, thinking she was done before five much harder blows come down on your flared skin. You cry out for her and tear up just a little, feeling Jill’s teeth sink into your back. You shudder and tremble, feeling her cold hands rub over your ass again. It soothes the sting just enough, the tingling sensation running down your thighs.

Jill climbs off you and turns you over before settling in behind you. She pried your legs open and held you close, pulling out a vibrator from under her pillow. She kissed slowly along your nape, arms holding your legs open as the vibrator whirred to life in her palm.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, darling?” she asks, trailing the toy along the inside of your thigh.

“Yes mommy, so good…” you whimper, tucking your head in her neck. She chuckles in your ear and you can hear her smiling, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before lightly dragging the toy over your sensitive folds. You jolt in her arms, feeling her free hand pressing your hips down. She’s much stronger and holds you down firmly, toned leg wrapping around yours as the toy suddenly catches on your clit.

“Fuck,” you groan, squirming in her arms. She laughs and presses the toy on your clit harder, feeling her pleasure double at seeing you struggling in her arms. She cooed at you and pulled the toy away, fingers slipping easily into your dripping cunt. She held you tighter in her arms, fingers pumping roughly into you, palm rubbing over your clit hard.

“Please mommy!” you cry, gripping the sheets hard. Jill was unrelenting, fingers so deep inside you it reached the webbing, curled hard right on your sweet spot.

“Right there, p-please!”

“Here, my love?” she teases, three of her fingers rubbing tight circles over your sweet spot. You nod and melt into her arms, eyes rolling into your head. The vibrator comes back and is turned up to the highest setting, sucking hard on your clit.

“Jes-FUCK!” you gasp, cumming hard on her fingers. She pulls them out and rubs her slick fingers over your clit hard. Your nails dug into her calves, little red crescent welts littering her skin.

“Good girl,” Jill whispers, tilting your head carefully as she kisses you. You can feel her strap wedged between your lower back, and you decide to take the initiative. Jill sits back and watches you kneel in front of her, reaching back to guide her cock into your wet hole. She runs her hands over your ass and hips, eyes fixed on your pussy taking her cock so easily.

“Oh fuck…” she groans, her eyes slowly getting darker and darker. You moan when you bottom out, feeling her hips meet your ass. You whine and take a minute to adjust, feeling her cock fill you to the brim. Her now warm hand rests on the small of your back, lips littering kisses all over your back.

“Take your time, princess,” she says as your arms slowly lay themselves out for you to lean on. You slowly begin to ride her, ass hitting her thighs with a loud smack each time. The spanks she gave you tingle a little with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

Jill suddenly gets impatient and her desire to use you takes over; she manhandles you onto your stomach and slides into your pussy without giving you time to miss her cock. Her hips pound into you like no tomorrow, jackhammering into you like a teenager who’s fucking someone for the first time. It does its job of not giving you much pleasure but riles you up nonetheless, which is exactly how she liked you.

She pulls out and turns you onto your back, fucking her cock back into you roughly. You moan her name and throw your head back in pleasure, Jill’s hips angled up into your sweet spot this time.

“Fuck me hard baby,” you beg, “fuck me hard!”

Jill grins maniacally, holding herself up over you as her hips rail into you hard. Your throat closes up and you feel lightheaded, the pleasure clouding your senses. She kisses you and you feel her lips, kissing back fervently as she wraps her hand around your throat. You feel pure euphoria, head floating mindlessly in a cloud of pleasure. Jill is right there with you, hurling you head first into the most intense orgasm of the night. You’re sure you see actual stars or god himself, your entire body tensing as raw sexual ecstasy runs through your veins, muttering her name over and over the whole thirty seconds you come.

“Oh my god,” exclaims Jill with a chuckle in her voice, hips stuttering as the friction from fucking you and the orgasm you just put a show on for her send her into a world of pleasure of her own. Your mouths find each other and you kiss for what seems like hours, the soft smacking of lips and the little whines that leave your mouth fill the room as Jill teases you with the gentle grind of her hips. You smack her chest and she pulls out, leaving a kiss in the middle of your chest.

You lay there and stare at the ceiling while catching your breath. You can hear Jill in the kitchen making tea, hearing her swear a few times as the kettle accidentally burns her. She comes back 10 minutes later with a piping hot mug of jasmine tea and an energy bar.

She carefully undresses and sits with you, breaking off pieces of the energy bar to feed you. The taste of cranberries in the bar and the delightful smell of jasmine bring you out of your slight haze, along with the smell of Jill. You nuzzled into her, inhaling her sweet and unique scent of coconut and roses.

“Love you,” you whispered to her and she smiled, giving you a soft peck on your lips. You didn’t need to hear it back but she said it in more ways than one tonight. Finishing your tea, she carefully takes the glass from you and helps you to your feet.

In one clean swoop, she sweeps you off your feet, heading straight for the bathroom. You hold on and leave little kisses on her nape, hearing her chuckle fondly. Jill sets you on the toilet seat and turns the shower on, throwing in a rejuvenating shower bomb. You hug her middle and she caresses your hair, raking her fingers through to get all the knots out. Her skin is warm and smells faintly of the washing detergent you use, the steam from the shower billowing around you.

Jill scrubs every inch of your skin with care and doesn’t miss a single strand of hair as she runs conditioner through your locks after shampooing gently. She lets you wash her hair but refuses to let you scrub her with the loofah, citing that your slightly wobbly legs and a slightly claustrophobic shower were not a good combination. You pouted and she kissed it away, wrapping you up in the fluffiest towel in the apartment.

You did each other’s skincare routine and she carried you back to bed, thanking her former horny brain-self for laying down a towel before you fucked.

Now nestled under the covers with her head on your chest, the warmth of her skin penetrates yours. It sends a calm over you, eyes quickly becoming drowsier and drowsier. Jill nuzzles into your neck, pressing one last kiss to your jaw. You settle, hearing her voice before falling straight to sleep.

“Goodnight, my perfect girl. Sweet dreams.”

[lovelyyy-luna]

the hand that feeds

pairing: (mizu x fem!reader)

fandom: blue eye samurai

pronouns: she/her

type: smut

warning: dom!mizu and bratty!reader. This is pure filth and I don’t apologize for that. Spanking, choking, object penetration there’s probably more but you get the gist

a/n: juban is the underslip when wearing a kimono. haori is the outer robe of the men’s outfit.

aa/n: tagging @firelillys and @bxllamiizu both of y’all inspired me to write this. also tagging @angelltheninth

word count: 2019

date: december 20, 2023

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She dragged you away deep into the forest.

She was angry. You’ve seen her mad before but this time she was pissed.

“I told you how many times to stop complaining? And what do you do? You keep fucking complaining.”

She was tugging on your arm, you slightly liked the pain, and you hoped there was going to be a bruise around your wrist when she was done with you.

You finally stopped in a clearing

“So what do you have to say for yourself?” She slightly pushed you away.

You stumbled a bit but caught yourself.

“Hm?”

“I’m. Cold.” You say sternly. All this started because you kept complaining about the temperature.

“You knew this when you tagged along.”

“I didn’t know it’d be this fucking cold.” You mutter to yourself.

Swiftly she drew her blade and cut the belt that held your kimono together. Your juban was what was exposed. Just that thin slip of fabric was what kept you from becoming frostbitten.

She put the blade back into the holster, “How cold are you now?”

“Freezing,” you said above a whisper, holding yourself for some warmth.

“Would you like to be warmed up?” She stepped close to you, you could feel her breath on your face like a slight blanket on your cheeks.

You nod at her question.

She removes the kimono off your shoulders and it falls to the ground. Now just in your juban, she could truly see how cold you were, your nipples were peaked and that sight of you could make her go down on her knees but she wasn’t in a very giving mood at the moment.

Harshly she went between your thighs and her finger ever so lightly went between your slick.

“Hmm, no undergarments? No wonder you’re fucking cold. Or maybe, this was your plan the whole time. To piss me off and get me to fuck you.”

You stand there in the cold of the forest and nod. It was pathetic really but she was enjoying every second of it.

She looked down at you and her piercing blue eyes had a tinge of red in them.

“On your knees, dove.”

‘Dove’, that was her nickname for you, and every time she said it it made you weak in the knees.

You slowly sank to the ground kneeling on your kimono that was the barrier between the snowy ground and your skin.

You looked up at her and she towered over you.

“Now turn around.”

You obeyed every order and shuffled on the ground to have your back facing her.

She then kneeled behind you pressing her chest against your back. That touch alone made you moan and your head fell back into the crook of her neck.

Her hands then travel up your juban and tug at the string exposing you completely. Then her fingers trail up your stomach to your breasts slowly rubbing your nipples between her fingers.

Soft moans fall from your lips.

“Oh is my little dove enjoying this?” She cooed at you.

You nod whimpering at her touch.

“Well, I don’t want you to enjoy it.” Her voice was stern and gritty.

The hand that was touching you quickly went up to your throat gripping tightly and caught you off guard.

She then drew her blade again holding the blade closely to the two of you, your breath was staggered and was fogging up the metal weapon.

With a clean swipe the tree that was in front of you was soon just a stump.

“Bend over, dove.”

You nod and bend over on the freshly chopped stump. The white fabric of your robe rose as you bent over.

You were excited and nervous about what Mizu had planned for you.

Lost in your thoughts were broken from the harsh stinging from her hand landing on your ass.

You yelp at the sensation and shoot a look back at her.

She glared at you, “Eyes forward dove.”

You look back forward and another blow comes down on the same place. Only two smacks in and you already couldn’t handle it.

“Do you know how many times you complained about the cold?”

You shake your head.

“Thirteen times in ten minutes. So that means I’m going to do the same to you and you’re not going to say a word.”

You nod slowly.

Another smack landed on the opposite cheek giving the other side a break but it was short-lived when she smacked you hard again.

You looked behind you wanted to see the damage she caused so far and you knew by the end of this you were going to have welts.

She made you count, on the verge of tears with each blow. It was painful but you wanted this. You knew that with each smack it was full of love.

She was finally done and then felt her lips trailing down your back. The fabric of your robe was so thin that it felt like there was nothing between the two of you. Her hands then caressed your puffed abused cheeks.

Her kiss then went up to your neck and then to your ears, “I still don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.”

You whimper at her words, your hand slowly goes in search of hers. Once you find it you bring her hand up to your lips slowly kissing her fingers putting them into your mouth sucking on them.

She chuckles at your actions, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

You slowly turn to look at her, “I was um…”

“Oh did you think you were going to be fucked by my fingers?” Her chuckle was deep at mocking, “Oh my little dove do you think you even deserve my fingers?”

You look at her confused, then your eyes follow down to her other hand and it lays on the handle of her sword. You gulp and you look back up at her and she is grinning.

You bit your lip at just the thought of her using the handle on you and you instantly got wet.

“Turn back around,” she whispered.

You do as you are told and once shuffling around you bend over the stump, but it was not to her standards. She gripped your hips and pushed you into the stump. Your pelvic bone was on the outer edge of the stump and she pushed you hard into it giving you small cuts against the wood.

You slowly creep your head to look at her, she unsheathed her sword, stuck the blade between her slightly spread legs, and looked down at the handle and a lob of her spit dangled down on the bound leather.

Her hand then rubbed the spit in and he started to inch it towards your core spreading your lips slowly.

The sensation and the thought of what was happening and what was going to happen was reeling in your head.

The handle itself was 10 inches. You haven’t had anything like that in you for a while and were nervous about how you were going to handle it.

With the handle getting enough of your slick she parted your lips and put the tip in.

You hissed at the feeling, it may have been lubed enough but the soft leather with its ridges was a whole new sensation.

She slowly sunk it in you, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but enough to make you feel good.

You then feel yourself hitting her fingers which were a makeshift stopper for you. You were slightly disappointed, you wanted more to go in. You started to wriggle but she stopped you.

Her free hand firmly gripped your hip, “Oh now dove, you aren’t supposed to be enjoying this. I could go rough with you…”

Your eyes lit up hoping that she would.

“But I know you like it rough. So for your punishment, I’m going to go slow. Painfully slow.”

You pout.

“Now no pouting. You’re going to be grateful for whatever I give you, yeah? Fucking grateful.” She pulls your hair at the last sentence causing you to moan.

She then slides it in and out of you slowly, moving her hips with the same motion. She pictures that she is fucking you. Every stroke the handle does in you she imagines that it's her doing that to you.

While she’s in her head you're aching for more so you snake your hand down to your clit rubbing your bundle of nerves.

Thinking about her roughly going at you got you going faster and Mizu noticed your change of breath and that caught her attention.

You were close. So close, until she snatched your hand away and pinned it behind your back.

“Did I tell you you can fucking touch yourself, my little dove?” She seethed.

You lost your hand placement when she pinned you, your upper body was now fully on the stump.

“Hm?” She was waiting for an answer.

“N-no, I'm-I’m sorry Mizu.”

“I don’t believe you. But I don’t think that matters that much at the moment, since you want it rough that’s exactly what I’m going to give you. Gonna have you begging me to stop and I not going to because you did ask for permission and were being a fucking brat.”

Her words made you wet and she felt it when she leaned back from being pressed against you and saw you were practically soaking the handle.

“Fucking pathetic.” She said.

Her hand went down to the base of the blade and steadied herself while continuing to hold on to your pinned arm.

Without wanting she began to violently thrust into you causing you to swing your other around wanting some sort of touch from her.

She was too busy and out of arms to swat your other hand away.

You were a mumbling mess, drool came from your mouth smearing on your cheek and the flat wood surface.

“M-Mizu-u-u,” you cry to her.

“Yes, my little dove?”

You forgot what you were going to say, she was fucking you dumb.

She laughed, “Oh my little dove having a good time?”

You nod, gripping her sleeve from behind.

You were close to your orgasm and she could tell.

You were taking the handle very well practically swallowing it whole and she kept hitting your sweet spot.

“Fu-u-uck Mizu,” tears were streaming down your cheeks, freezing almost when they hit the winter air.

With one more thrust, she holds it in you and you squirt all over the handle and her hand.

You were breathing heavily, legs shaking and she slowly took the handle out, wiped it off, and placed it back in her holster.

You couldn’t move. You were still bent over the stump.

“Dove? Did I work you too hard?”

She bent down near your face wiping your matted hair off your face, petting the tears away.

I shake my head smiling slightly at her.

“It was perfect.” You whisper, “I just can’t get up.”

She chuckles slightly. “Let me help you.”

She picks you up and then seats you down on the stump. You hissed at the pain you had forgotten from your ass but pulled through as she picked up your soaked from the snow kimono.

She noticed you shaking from the cold. She takes off her haori and places it on you.

You look up at her, mouthing a thank you.

“I'll tell you what, once we get to the next town I'll buy you a new kimono.” She smiles down at you.

You smile back holding my hand up from her to help me stand, “A pretty one?”

You lean on her and we both walk back to where our cart was, “Yes my dove. The prettiest one,” she chuckles

You smile giddy and then look down at my hands and groan, “I got splinters in my hand! God this is gonna take forever to get out!”

She rolled her eyes smiling as she dragged you back over to the clearing.

On to round two before you annoy her more.

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Time Moves ~

Yandere!God! True Form! Sukuna x Disciple! F!Reader! Prt 2.

Part One

summary Sukuna reminds you that your only purpose is to worship his cock. 1.6k. warning mature, smut, possessive themes, blowjob and pussy-eating, lesbian orgy?, praise, dub-con.

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"Pet, admit it already." Sukuna peered down at your naked form. "Tell me you're mad. Never once have I wanted you to bite your tongue."

You weren't in a state to be where you were. You scrambled from the edge of the steps. Your instinct could only register the idea of a drop. 

Your throat constricted around itself. And your skin brimmed all over with goosebumps. You had little strength to reply. Instead, you found yourself pressing your lips tight together. Scared of even your breath coming out into the frigid air. Your right side ached. Scrapes marred your skin from the earlier fall. You folded in, knees to breast, which felt too heavy. "I suggest you respond to me. Quick." Sukuna twirled the black rose pin's tip, embedded in his skin. 

The skin remained taut against the curve of the metal, raising slightly with the direction of the pin.

You wanted to scoff. The breeze carried your hair through its fingers. It pulled the mass forward. No longer could you view the clear image of your God, Sukuna. Wisps of hair clung to the tears and snot drying on your face. Your jaw remained clenched, glued together via mucus. And you struggled to release the tension. You couldn't breathe. Your airways felt constricted. Nothing could pass into it or out of it.

You weren't always the only disciple of your God. 

You remembered that time vaguely. When the temple was filled with other concubines. Some claimed the mantle of favorite pet. The first few days up on the mountain were rough. You were strapped to a wooden chair, forced into a corner where you'd slept. You had only seen your God once before when he discovered you along his nightly stroll. Time before then didn't exist. Who you were or how you got there didn't matter. 

You felt humiliated. Clothes felt miles away when not on your body. Or anyone, for that matter. Yet, you watched the concubines ignore your presence. They seldom paid you attention until your stomach growls obnoxiously. 

On the third day, they gave you more food. You ate the white rice and drank the warm chrysanthemum tea gleefully. And, the concubine of the hour prayed with you. You both recited the words of your God. 

She touched you differently than the others who attended you. Your pussy throbbed at her ministration. "This won't do at all," She huffed against your virgin hole. "Our God means to claim you soon. But I'm afraid you're still too tight." Her delicate fist prodded inside you. You ground your hips forward, kneading your puffy clit on her nose. She moved her head, eyes locking onto you. "Do relax for me. Breathe in and out." She gestured for you to follow along. 

Breathe in. The concubine's fingers circled your entrance. Tingles shot up into your core. "You're so wet. That's a good girl, now, breathe out for me." Your pussy lips swelled at her praise. You tried to focus solely on her, but the others dutifully laid out their futons. Laughter sparked from the petite concubines who suckled on each other's breasts.

There was a kinship there that you felt you would never be a part of.

Lips were being kissed. Cunts were played with and ate up. You had stared at a pair of girls at the center of it all. They slotted their legs together, their pink flushed pussies rubbed against each other. Their moans sent shivers down your front. "Aah, ah ah, pretty girl, focus on me. Breathe out." You nodded, tearing your eyes away. "Good girl, we will have so much fun together after Lord Sukuna fucks you tonight. Your pussy will feel so sweet against mine. Just be my good girl..."

The concubine purred into your folds. "Breathe..." You released the air trapped within your pounding chest. The concubine's fist dove inside your sopping mess. The intruding object pumped your G-spot rapidly. Her tongue ghosted over your clit, whispering sweet nothings. "Cum, pretty girl, we're all waiting."

Indeed, they were, and your God awaited for your finish. You couldn't tell when your eyes shut to the room around you. The noises climbed into the pores of your skin. It mixed with your mewls of pleasure, and it encouraged you to release. "She's ready for you."

"Clean her." Your eyes widen to meet your God. His four eyes raked over your body. "Take her to my chambers."

"Of Course. Shall I accompany you two during her deflowering?" The concubine kneeled perfectly. She spent the next month teaching you before she departed from the temple. "Sample, Lord Sukuna." She raised, her fingers covered in your slick. Your breath hitched as the sly smile on her face grew. "She tastes absolutely splendid."

"You aren't needed." Sukuna gripped her wrist. "I would rather taste it from the source. But, if you insist." You never had a choice.

Strapped. Stripped. Humiliated. What did your word matter?

You didn't want this. But, you bit your tongue.

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What to do with a pet dumb like you? You break too damn easy when you are allowed thoughts. Were you dense? You short-circuit at the sight of low-ranked curses. Yet, you had the gall to demand stuff of him. 

You remained frozen while fireworks began to crackle in the air. They were bright and far. And colors danced on your pale skin. None of it caught your attention. Wasn't this what you wanted? Fireworks with your God. Yet, you worked yourself up again after mild teasing. What a boring pet you were? He's afraid. You would be dead in front of any other predator less benevolent than he. However, he couldn't kill you.

In fact, he tended to overreact when it came to you.

Sukuna plucked the pin from his chest. He held it above your head. It gleamed with each spark of color in the air. Yellows and green swirled atop the black metallic. His blood dripped down along his arm. You're nothing but a hindrance. You made him weak. He neglected his urge to pillage and rape. His budding army of curses was forsaken of his commands. His birthright as God seeped through his fingers like sand. 

You were the only one who prayed to him.

Sukuna fought the idea of a new harem. They would take care of you and him. "Tsk, pet." He sighed, it wouldn't do. "Caused trouble again. I have to say, it's quite bold of you." A long time ago, you were merely a mouse under his feline gaze, meek and incredibly disposable.

"There's fireworks," Nevertheless, he'd sought out your inexperienced pussy for his cock's satisfaction. His infatuation grew too big for him to rationalize. "I've waited too looong." Sukuna drawled his words. He had killed those skanks one by one. You were none the wiser. He had started with the bitch who loosened you up. Your first time withering under a mouth was stolen from him.

"I think I need to rip out a response from you." Sukuna tossed around the black rose pin in his four different palms. "Let's see. Eenie meenie miney mo." His bottom right hand caught the pin. He brought his fist down onto your thigh. Your hoarse throat let out a shrill. The boom of his laughter rivaled the fireworks that drowned out your screams. He taunted and cackled. "There, there, shush, my pet."

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"I- um... I'm mah-ad," The words hiccuped in the back of your throat. You struggled to remain in a kneel. Your posture slouched. Your heart couldn't handle the barrage of noises. Heat coursed through your leg at the slightest change of pressure. "I hate you," You whispered under your breath. "I never wanted to be here." Your tears flowed freely. Light rain splashed your checks and tickled your nose.

The mouth on your God's stomach licked from your ear to the edge of your cupid's bow. "Want to continue your tantrum, girl. I suggest that you think carefully. You're starting to piss me off."

Your upcoming tangent was muffled. Sukuna's hands tied your hair in a knot close to the nape. "Take it back," A mouth grew on the palm of your God's hand. The voice breathed sultry against your ear. "I trained you better. An obedient pet should only be concerned with her master's cock." His fingertips grazed the flats of your ear, tugging your mouth further down his erection.

He guided you vertically. Pounding your beaten throat softly. Sukuna grunted as he allowed you to take the lead. You flattened your tongue at his swollen head. Your chapped lips puckered as you spit a wade of saliva down his girth. Both your hands pumped his length. You dared to make eye contact as you said:

"Why can't you be normal? I hate that you had other concubines." You pouted before hollowing your cheeks. You sucked him in. Your tongue cushioned his base, and your teeth playfully nicked his head. Just the way he likes it. You massaged his balls with your slime-ridden hands. Smearing a concoction of pre-cum and salvia on his skin.

"Brat. I only have you now." Sukuna bucked his hips. His head rolled back onto his shoulders. You flattened your tongue against Sukuna's swollen head. "I wouldn't dare to have anyone else.

"You're my perfect little pet. A stupid little thing. Your God will think for you. You won't have to worry about a thing. Food. Sleep. Sex. As long as you continue to worship me. I'll bring you back from wherever you go, even if it's mental. And I assure you, your hate is the truest form of love. So again. Say it around my dick."

.............................. Thank you for reading! And thanks for all the support on the last part! I wasn't going to make a part three buuuut, idk. Request rules are here!

>>> NEXT JJK POST: Reader's Secret Request ~ ft. Geto Suguru >>>> Edited Part 1! Reread if you feel inclined.

I was in a little slump writing this #period-problems. I decided to just write, and this is what you got. Fyi, I would love to write some more female x female fics, so more coming in the future.

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Watching You In The Morning

Inspired by “Watching You In The Morning” by Waltzin

Law x Fem Reader

Warnings: fluff, kinda poetic? more narrative study than plot, more fluff

Also posted on AO3

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The rise and fall of your chest was a perfect metronome, as if you were dancing along to the patter of raindrops as they fell against the submersible’s porthole.  In your deep, whimsical slumber, you would never even know of the romantic waltz your very presence exuded upon the man in the bed next to you.

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Slow, methodical.  His tattooed fingers dusted fleetingly across the skin of your neck, reaching out to you with reserve, with apprehension, with want.  He felt himself smile, chapped lips tugging ever so slightly at his cheeks at the sight of your serenity, lost in the haze of your dreams.  You were truly beautiful.

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He could watch your breathing forever.  He could die at the crevice of your chest, just to know that you were still inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling.  To know that you were alive, that your flesh was warm with your blood, that your nerves could feel his hands against your skin, was plenty for him.  He forever worshiped the ground you walked on, relishing in your every moment.  Every word you spoke, every blink of your eyes, curve of your smile, every time your perfect hand fit snugly into his like a statue carved from the finest marble.

His calloused fingers traced invisible lines up your neck, towards your jaw, barely touching you enough to feel the slight fuzz of your natural facial hair.  He ghosted across your dimpled skin, absorbing the heat you radiated, memorizing every cell he could touch.  His eyes darted toward your lips, parted ever so slightly to breathe.

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When his slate-gray eyes looked back up toward yours, you were also looking back at him.  You blinked in slow motion, eyes heavy with the waning of your slumber.  You grinned at him, a sight that made the cold man’s heart do pierrouets, fluttering below his ribcage.  Any more unbridled affection towards him would make his chest rip open in a flood of snow-white doves.

With exhaustion on your tongue, voice crackling without being used, you spoke.  “Were you watching me?”

His fingers retraced their steps along your skin, landing at your collarbones where he mimicked the line of your bone.  “How could I not?”

You laughed.  A sound so bright, so warm, almost too warm.  A sound that made his body lighter, his hair stand on end.  A sound that filled his senses with yellow and violet hues, that smelled like peaches and lavender, that engulfed him in a sweet embrace of a hearth’s heat.  Your laugh made the walls he had spent a decade building up crumble with vigor, chips of glass falling to the ground and shattering into irreparable pieces.

Pieces that he was starting to think did not need to be repaired.

He adjusted his body with the motion of you shuffling closer to him, nestling yourself perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder, his arms around your body, secure and safe.  He smelled of cedar and ethanol, a faint tinge of gasoline and the essence of sugar.  You melted like butter in his hold, paralyzed in his arms, a willing prisoner of his presence.  You felt his chest rise and fall with his shallow breaths.

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Your own air tickled the skin of his breast, tiny, gentle feathers in a spring breeze.  Your fingers crawled along his side before looping your arm under his and pulling your body ever closer.  Oh how you wished you could break the universe for just one moment, to part his atoms and truly become one with him.  Even just a zeptosecond would be enough.

“If you keep thinking this hard, you might blow a fuse.”  His low voice rumbled against your head.

“How did you know?” you responded, voice light and airy, lovestruck and dumb.

He released a chuckle from his throat.  “I just had a feeling.”

Silence once again fell over the two of you.  Save for the continuous rain that fell, a faded noise in the backdrop of the aura he surrounded you with.  Washing away all worries, all fears.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

The question surprised you.  It wasn’t like him to ask such silly, menial queries.  Ever the pessimist, ever the analytical scientist.  He lived for the truth of the world and the facts of life.  He had you for the optimism and the joy for life that he lacked, a perfect balance.  The Yang to his Yin.

You simply hummed.  Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, you felt your blood rush to your face like a flame.  “Forever.”

His arms squeezed you once, then twice.  He sighed, melancholy.  The rain continued to fall, the vessel continued to sway monotonously on the surface of the vast, open ocean, but you stayed anchored to his bed, to his sheets, in his unmoving arms.

He smiled again.  “Thank you.”

No response was followed, and no response was needed.  Your breaths fanning against his skin were more than enough.

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