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Hey everyone

This is just an apology and I'm gonna keep it quick and simple

I've injured my right shoulder and won't be able to write

I'm so sorry everyone, and pls take care of yourself

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

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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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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

IM BACK GUYS

My shoulder has finally healed

And I'm back to writing and receiving your requests my lovelys

Thank you guys so so so much for all of the love

Love you guys

Hello everyone

Seems like werewolf!soap won!

So I'm gonna do another but with different characters, and if you'd like to suggest fandoms (such as tokyo Ghoul, tokyo revengers, cod, haikyyu)

And etc

Just let me know in the comment's:)

(Side note I only do aged up characters such as 18+)

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."