I'm such a fat fuckin chud

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Warnings: Noncon, dacryphilia, forced relationships

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Warnings: Somnophilia, Noncon

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You've dejectedly accepted your fate as Naoya's fiancée. Unfortunately, his appetite for you has only become more ravenous since you stopped fighting it.

The door slammed open hard enough to rattle the frame. Naoya was already pulling at his hakama before it swung shut behind him.

"That's it, just lay right where you are, woman. The job went well. Mostly 'cause I knew you were waitin' to properly greet me."

He was half-naked when he climbed onto the bed, the metal of his piercings catching the lamplight. Usually you could roll onto your stomach and he'd be fine with it but tonight his hand caught your hip and pinned you flat on the mattress.

"Nuh-uh. Wanna see your face."

He pushed your kimono up and roughly shoved your panties to the side. You gripped the sheets as he spat on his fingers. He rubbed up and down your pussy before quickly thrusting his fingers inside. He scissored inside of you, stretching you with two more fingers while his thumb callously dug into your clit. Soon he pulled out and pushed his boxers down; his rock-hard cock sprang free. The curved barbell at the tip already weeping pre and the ladder of rungs glinting from the light.

There's my good girl gettin' wet for me." He scissored his fingers and you whined. "Yeah, I know, I know. Be patient."

You got lucky today since it seemed he wasn't going to use his technique, but it'd be nice if he could prepare you for a bit longer. Naoya was big, and he knew it.

"I'll have one of my useless brothers record me next time. So you can see what your husband looks like out there." He pressed the head against you and pushed in slow. "Fuck. Fuck, that's- damn that's good pussy. That's my pussy. 's all you women are good for. At least you know your place."

He bottomed out and leaned down to kiss you, his cock jack hammering into your cervix. By now you'd learned that meant he was already close. He always came embarrassingly fast the first round, and he'd punish you for it in the next round. He pulled away to bite sharply into your neck.

"Of course, Nao- ahh— Naoya-sama. Only for you... but maybe my place is next to your second wife?"

His hips stuttered but he didn't stop . He braced up on his elbow to look down at you as his brows knitted together.

"...the hell did you just say?" His cock twitched inside you despite the scowl. "Nursy. Don't say weird shit like that while I'm tryin' to focus. You tryin' to ruin it for me?"

"Just thinking about it," you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your palm immediately like a cat. "For you. So you'd have everything you deserve."

In truth, you just wanted someone to pick up the extra labor.

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You'd just finished folding some laundry when you returned to his room and found Naoya tangled up with another woman on his bed, her hand fisted in his hair as his mouth nibbled at her throat.

Oh! I guess he's cheating on me then.

He pulled away from her, smirking when he saw your blank expression, and winked at you.

"Sit your fat ass in that chair." Naoya commanded. "It's about time I demonstrated what an actual obedient bitch looks like. Right, Emi?"

The woman, presumably Emi, giggled and bit her lip. "Mmmhmmm. Whatever you say, Nao-kun."

You set the basket down and moved to the chair. Naoya went right back to her like you weren't there, tugging her skirt off — his hands roaming her in showy enthusiasm. Emi pawed at his boxers and his cock sprang out, already hard. He reached over to the nightstand and rolled on a condom then maneuvered her onto her side so he was facing you as he pushed in.

"Eyes on me nursy. You should know what my cock looks like when it's gettin' top-tier pussy."

You nodded politely and folded your hands in your lap.

"Mmmm, Nao-kun, you're so big." Emi started.

"Take off your top, woman."

Emi eagerly reached up to take her shirt off, but Naoya viciously slapped her hand away.

"Not you." He jerked his chin at you. "And c'mere while you're at it."

You stood and started unbuttoning your clothes as you crossed the room, disappointed to be promoted from spectator to participant so quickly. Once you were close enough, he caught your wrist and tugged you down onto the bed. After that he pawed at you to take the rest of your clothes off.

"Oh!" Emi perked up, smile returning, hand drifting to your thigh. "A threesome? Yeah, okay, your girlfriend's actually really cute, I'm down-"

"Wife." Naoya said without looking at her, and his hand snapped down to knock hers off your leg. "She's my wife. Don't touch."

Emi blinked. "...okay?"

Then he picked you up like you weighed nothing and laid you down on top of Emi, your back to her chest. Emi let out a muffled oof.

"There. I've always wanted to put you in your place like this. Look right into my eyes while I fuck another woman. See how pathetic you are, forced to just lay there. I bet your sloppy pussy is dripping at the thought of being replaced."

Emi shifted underneath you as Naoya pushed back inside, every thrust rocking her body and yours together. His eyes dropped to your tits as they bounced from the secondhand motion. Awkwardly, you tried to make light conversation.

"My husband feels good, doesn't he, Emi?"

"God, yes, he's so big, he feels ama-"

"Aw, what, you gettin' jealous, kitten?" Naoya cut in, smirking. "Relax. I'd never leave the runner-up hangin'."

He leaned down and closed his mouth over your nipple, tongue piercing dragging across the peak, and his rhythm slowed down as he got distracted. He popped off, switched to the other one, and by the time he lifted his head again his hips had stopped entirely. Emi grunted in frustration beneath you. Naoya then rolls you off of her and positions himself behind you as he takes the condom off.

"Tch. I can't focus with you whining. Back to your plain pussy, I guess."

His palm cracked against your ass.

"Remi's was way better. Tighter too. You're lucky your my wife, you little cuck."

"It's Emi."

He ignored her and thrust into you, giving a low moan as he did.

Emi reached out to pinch your nipple, trying to stay involved but Naoya's hand shot up to grope your breast. Covering it with his palm.

"Aah y-you're right, Naoya-sama. I'm so plain. You should be with prettier girls. Girls like Emi."

"Mmhm, you should, I'm right here." Emi tried, scooting closer.

He ignored her as his other hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back as he fucked into you harder. The bed creaking violently as his hips slapped against your ass.

"Quiet talking, both of you. How's a man supposed to focus."

Emi sat up, crossed her arms, and watched the two of you before muttering "unbelievable" and gathering her clothes. You reached a hand toward her to try and make her stay but Naoya hauled you up by the hair and waist until you were seated in his lap, your back to his chest. Lazily bouncing you on his cock as he kissed your shoulders.

"My spare cunt's so well behaved." He purred into the back of your neck, one hand sliding down to splay flat across your lower belly. "But we don't need any more girls. Just you and me. And soon-" His fingers pressed across your belly "Our nice little family."

Rolling out of bed, he twisted his torso and sharply cracked his back. He didn't actually need to align his spine, but he'd seen plenty of humans do it so he thought it'd be funny if he did it too. It'd be great if he could share his morning joke with someone, but humans were such a nuisance and the other creatures Kenjaku made were so serious all the time. So boring.

He looked around his room for something else to do, but he only had a deck of cards and a few board games. He'd tried a couple of times to get Nobara and Junpei to play with him, but they were such sore losers about everything. If Kenjaku let him, he would've turned them into something more useful ages ago.

As he was about to resign himself to solitaire he heard a loud crash coming from down stairs and gave a dramatic sigh.

Gojo must be awake and out of his room again.

Normally he'd just reach out and shape a stray human back into compliance — that was the best way to handle them — but Kenjaku had been insistent that Gojo was special. Unlike all the other humans they'd infected, Gojo could periodically claw his way back to consciousness, and he'd become absurdly strong while he was at it. Last time he got loose he tore Jogo's arm clean off.

Mahito had been watching him for weeks now, and he'd noticed something Kenjaku hadn't. Whenever Gojo was blinded it started to reverse the infection. Now he could tell Kenjaku about this, but he seemed to like figuring things out himself so it'll just be his secret for now.

Maybe if I break his ankles he won't notice.

With ease he began to soften the bones in his legs into muscle. Where his legs used to be elongated and morphed into a smoother texture until, from the waist down, he had a thick serpent's tail dragging itself across the floorboards. It was faster than walking, and he liked the way the wood felt against his belly. He poured himself out the door and down the hallway.

At the top of the staircase, feeling lazy, he draped himself over the banister and tried to slide down it like he'd seen in an old movie. However the railing, decades into its slow surrender to the swamp's decaying nature, cracked under his weight. He tumbled off to the side before gracelessly slamming at the bottom of the steps.

He huffed in annoyance as he got back up, noticing he'd snapped off the first floor railing from his fall. He'd fix it later. Probably.

Legs reformed beneath him as he walked to the foyer to look for Gojo. It took him a minute to get there when he stopped dead in his tracks.

There, lined up neatly by the door, was a pair of shoes that definitely didn't belong to anyone in the house. He tilted his head as he crouched down to pick one up, turning it in his hand. He pressed his thumb into the insole and realized they were still warm inside.

"Oh!" He licked his lips as a smile crept across his face, setting the shoes back down. “Someone’s trespassing. Can't have you leaving anytime soon.”

He turned and saw a phone plugged into the wall but decided to leave it there. He had something else on his mind as he opened the front door and stepped outside.

The humid evening air washed over his face and his body immediately reacted. He could feel his stitches pinching him as they tightened and, despite the humidity, his skin started to dry. The mold didn't like the outside. He didn't like the outside. He'd learned that the hard way.

If he'd continued to walk forward and pass the gates his skin would start to crack and split open while the stitches holding his limbs together would rot off. He's no stranger to pain; he could probably tough through it for a few miles before it'd be physically impossible for him to move.

For now, he couldn't leave.

He walked around the side of the house to the back gate, ducked his head as the vines pawed at his hair, then stretched. His legs and torso elongated like taffy as his ribs slid apart until he could step over the rusted gate with one long stride. He then compressed back to normal size on the other side and made for the shed.

Standing in front of the locked door, he molded the tip of his finger into the shape of a key, slotted it into the padlock, and turned. The door squeaked open and a dim bulb buzzed to life inside, drenching yellow light across the cramped room.

Despite its dilapidated state it was neatly organized for Mahito’s convenience. He formed a backpack on his skin and tossed in a drill, a fistful of screws, three warped boards he'd salvaged from the dock, and a small case of sedatives.

He'd started hiding them all over the house ever since Gojo had begun his little wakeful episodes. A good resident was a prepared resident after all! He kicked the shed door shut and made his way back inside.

He holds up the first board and gets to work drilling it into place — his tongue sticking out in concentration. The wood split a little where he overdrove the screws, but on the whole he thought he was getting better at this. Finished, he steps back to admire his handiwork.

“Now, where did you go?”

He unhinged his jaw and his tongue unspooled from his mouth. Tasting your salty sweat lingering in the stagnant air, it twisted around before determining you were in the main hall. His tongue snaked back in his mouth as he began to head there.

Then he heard a crash but this time it was followed by someone talking. His ears were keen enough for him to hear them speak.

”Oh my God! Are you okay, sir?!"

Mahito froze, and then his face split into a wide grin.

"Oh, come on." He laughed. "Gojo got to her first? I'm completely off my game today."

He set off down the hallway at a leisurely pace and sure enough, a minute later there was another crash. It sounded like a bunch of glass had broke. He frowned, quickly realizing Kenjaku stored most of his mold samples in that room.

Damn. He's gonna blame me for that and then he'll get me some trash book he knows I don't like.

He still hadn't forgiven Kenjaku for the last time. He'd asked for a book on human sexual anatomy but Kenjaku had given him a book about sexual pleasure instead. An interesting read, sure, but overall it was disgusting. Humans finding pleasure in their own bodies using their own fluids to do it. Ugh! He'd been petty about it for weeks.

By the time he reached the hallway off the back staircase, Gojo was already on the ground, clawing at his own face as the black veins in his throat thrashed under the skin. Mahito drew a syringe from his sleeve, uncapped it with his teeth, and sank the needle deep into Gojo's neck. Tears pricked at the corners of Gojo's eyes before they rolled back, and he went slack.

"Sleep tight," Mahito said, patting his cheek.

He stepped over him and pushed open the storage-room door.

It was a mess.

He nudged a cracked open stray bottle as puffs of whatever was inside dissolved in the air. Out of curiosity he picked it up but the label had torn clean off when the glass broke. He set it back down and looked around until he spotted it. Blood.

A long, smeared streak of it leading across the floorboards and through a jagged hole in the rotted drywall with handprints along the edges.

"Aww," he sighed, dropping his head in mock disappointment. "And I walked all the way over here. You're really making me work for it, aren't you."

He crouched, pressed two fingers to the smear of blood, and brought them to his mouth.

His eyes fluttered shut at the taste.

Iron. Salt. His tongue rolled the taste against the roof of his mouth like wine.

You taste delicious, don't you human. I wonder…

His lower body shifted again and he poured himself into the hole in the wall as a long pale serpent dragging itself through plaster dust and drywall. He moved more carefully than he had on the stairs. Wanting to savor stalking after the new guest.

He emerged in the foyer just in time to see an unfamiliar human woman standing in front of the boarded-up door, shoulders shaking in fear.

He stood up to his full height a few feet behind you and leaned down until his breath ghosted across the shell of their ear.

"Found you~𝅘𝅥𝅮."

Before she could even turn, Mahito immediately swung his fist. It connected with the side of their head with a sickening thud and he watched them crumpled to the floor.

Mahito frowned, poking the unconscious human’s cheek with the toe of his boot. Blood soon began to pool around their head as they laid there.

"Hmm. You humans really do go down easy." He said, disappointed that the chase was already over.

He'd been hoping you would scream first or even try to fight back.

The grandfather clock in the main hall chimed and Mahito's whole face brightened.

It was dinner time!

He scooped you up and gave your limp body an excited little shake. He'd been dining alone for months now. The others didn't count since Nobara and Junpei would just argue with each other or stare blankly as they ate. But you. You were new, tasty, and interesting.

He hoisted you up on his shoulder and carried you down the hall to the dining room, where the long table sat under a chandelier furred with cobwebs. He set you down in one of the high-backed chairs, propped your head up so it wouldn't loll forward, and rooted around in the sideboard drawer until he found some duct tape.

He'd just finished winding the tape around your wrists and forearms when he noticed the blood was still flowing from your head.

A slow red trickle was working its way down from your temple, dripping steadily onto the upholstery, and a dent had formed in the side of your skull where his fist had landed.

"Hmph." He clicked his tongue, displeased. "Messy."

He reached up and cupped your face. Under his hand, your skull was reshaped back to how it was. He drew his hand back and tilted his head as he studied his handiwork.

Better.

He licked the blood off his palm and started toward the kitchen.

The fridge was a disaster — it always was. He had no idea where Kenjaku found the groceries he stocked it with, and frankly he didn't care, but he managed to dig out a carton of eggs and a half-block of cheese from behind something fuzzy looking. He set them on the counter, grabbed a pan, and got to work.

He'd been trying to learn to make omelettes lately after reading ‘The Physiology of Taste’. His own attempts kept ending in scrambled eggs, but he was getting closer. Today's batch was… almost passable looking!

He was sliding it onto some plate when he heard the dragging shuffle of footsteps in the hallway.

Nobara and Junpei don't cook or clean but they make sure they're right on time for dinner. I make this house into a home I swear. He tutted as he finished plating the food.

Mahito glanced over his shoulder toward the dining room, where you sat slumped and silent in the chair. He couldn't wait to introduce everyone.

He morphed two more arms and carried the scrambled omelettes to the dining room. Nobara was already at the table, mashing a few stray centipedes with her hammer while Junpei across from her idly scratching at the weeping lesions running up his arms. Mahito sighed at the sight. Where were their manners? In front of a guest, no less. Speaking of which. You still hadn't moved.

Maybe she needs a little of that chemical agent I've seen Kenjaku drink.

He set the plates down and headed for the sunroom. Even at this hour, the room was washed pale by moonlight pouring through the warped glass. He went to a locked cabinet, morphed his finger back into a key, and pulled out a bag of cloudy fluid. On his way back, he plucked the stem off an herb growing on the windowsill, dropped it into the bag, and shook it as he walked.

You awoke to a horrible, chemical burning in your throat.

Once he returned he grabbed a fist full of your hair to pull your head back before pouring the concoction down your throat. He sat at the head of the table in front of you as you soon woke up — coughing your lungs out.

You were choking, violently coughing up a bitter liquid that tasted like petroleum jelly.

“What the- cough fuck where am I?” You spluttered, eyes wide and unfocused.

Your vision swam into focus. You were sitting at a massive, filthy dining room table draped in cobwebs. You tried to stand, only to realize your arms were heavily duct-taped to the chair. Panic surged as you thrashed against the bindings.

To your right, a woman with short orange hair gave you a look of pure disgust as she flicked a large, writhing insect off her plate directly at you.

“Don't tell me I have to room with her from now on. She looks like she snores. Bleh!”

To your left, a man with dark hair covering half his face tossed a chunk of grayish, rotting meat at you. “Pay attention, bitch. Don't ignore Nobara when she's talking to you.”

SLAM

Nobara brought a heavy hammer down on the table, instantly liquifying another bug.

“You tell her, Junpei. Who does she think she is?”

You spit the meat that had landed in your mouth out.

“H-hey, stop! Please, just let me go! I'm sorry for coming into your house!” Tears rapidly welled in your eyes as you desperately pulled at the tape.

“Hey now, don't spit that out. I worked hard to make dinner tonight.” The blue haired man in front of you pouts. “Go on. Eat up.”

Nobara and Junpei dug in. They frantically shoveled handfuls of what looked like spoiled food into their mouths. The man across from you didn't touch his plate. Instead he had both hands propped under his chin, just staring at you with his droopy unblinking eyes.

You studied him back.

He was…bizzare looking. Besides his blue hair he had two perpendicular stitches running across his cheeks and bisecting his eye. Speaking of which, they were heterochromic. With one being blue and the other a dull, washed out grey. Unfortunately, he was shirtless and had an average looking build. Despite that he sounded like the man who knocked you out who knows how long ago.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer.” He said playfully while still making no attempt to eat.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for breaking in okay? I just want to go back to my car.” You gave the restraints another weak tug as the stitched man rolled his eyes.

“Soooo boring. That's all you keep saying. Stop being rude and eat.” He says while making no attempt to release your binds.

You looked down. The food — if you could call it that — was a slimy mound of yellow mush mixed with dead insects and long strands of blue hair and the plate was encrusted with black grime. To either side of you, Nobara and Junpei didn't seem to mind in the slightest; half of their food was already scarfed down. He was still looking at you. Expectantly.

You took a shaky breath and leaned down as best you could. You nibbled at a portion that looked somewhat edible before immediately spitting it out. Nobara stopped eating when you did.

“She's not eating it, Mahito! Look. Look! I saw her spit it out.” She lunged across the table, snatched your plate, and hurled it at you. You jerked your head sideways and it shattered against the wall behind you. You couldn't stay calm anymore and began to panic.

"Help!" You screamed. "Somebody! Please, help me!”

"Now look what you made her do." Junpei shoved his chair back, knocking it over. "You're wasting good food. I hate you. I hope you die." He stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

From a distance that's when you hear a phone ringing. Nobara’s face shifts to look somewhat sad, before it hardens into a glare.

“I bet it's that fucking pig again. I'll go answer it.” Nobara shoved away from the table but not before giving you the middle finger.

The dining room fell quiet and you started to cry. Mahito gave a loud sigh as you did.

“You know I really wanted to introduce you, but you had to go and ruin dinner.” He tilted his head as he studied you. “Now that I think about it, your kinda…hmmm Kinda stupid. Yeah, I thought you'd be a fun experiment but nevermind. I'll need to kill you before Kenjaku starts nagging me about letting someone else in and blah blah blah.”

He stands up and walks over to you. You try to scoot away but the chair barely moves. He's standing right in front of you when, from the hallway, Nobara's voice cracked into a panicked shout. Telling whatever officer was on the other end of that line no, no, everything's fine. Don't send anyone!

Mahito gave a long, over-the-top sigh and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.

“I have to do everything around here.” He pats your shoulder. “Stay put. I'll be right back.” He says before leaving.

The second the door clicked shut behind him, you threw your weight against your restraints. You couldn't slip your hands out, so you violently threw your upper body to the side.

The chair tipped over and shattered against the floorboards with a loud crack. The armrest split down the middle and the tension snapped the duct tape off. You scrambled to your feet, gasping in pain, and immediately checked the dining room windows for an escape only to see them bolted shut with thick wooden planks.

You crept toward the doors. Taking a peek into the dark hallway, you noticed the windows there were heavily boarded too. Frantically rummaging through a nearby clutter cabinet for a weapon, you found a heavy brass key and pocketed it immediately.

Quietly slipping into a side corridor, you spotted a faded wooden sign pointing toward a sign that said GARAGE. Hope spiked in your chest. You crept down the warped wooden stairs behind it, key already clenched in your fist…

…and your heart sank.

There was what looked like a recently installed heavy metal door locking you out of the garage. The electrical panel connected to the door mechanism was tightly bound shut with layer upon layer of duct tape. You had skills as an electrician but that was useless without a way to open the box.

Retreating frantically back upstairs, you slipped through an ajar door that led into a pitch-black storage room. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed a small wooden hatch built flush into the corner floorboards. You dropped to your knees and yanked the handle.

Fuck its locked. Wait the key!

Hands shaking, you shoved the brass key into the hole and turned with a loud click.

"Aww. Trying to hide, are you?"

Mahito’s sing-song voice drifted playfully from the dining room. Your blood ran cold. He hadn't pinpointed you yet, but the heavy thud of his boots was nearing the corridor.

You quickly threw open the hatch, plunging into the rotting darkness below, and pulled the wooden door shut just as the storage room door creaked open above you.

“Hmm.” His footsteps padded across the floor right above you. “Why can't I sense where you are anymore? Maybe you've been here too long.”

Your heart was hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it through the floorboards. Finally, you heard his footsteps begin to fade away as the door creaked open and then closed.

You could actually focus on your surroundings and notice the smell of damp earth and ammonia choking the air.

This must be a crawlspace underneath the house.

Gojo

He's rich and can afford good food, but he has a sweet tooth. The milk would be slightly sweet tasting but also kinda thick. If Geto didn't go insane he'd let him have a taste. No its not weird, they're best bros! Now quit being stingy >:/ 11/10 in flavor

Sukuna

Doesn't dislike any kind of food and will eat just about anything as long as it's edible, including people. Uruame might be a good chef but again his eating with or without a chef. Good chance he's eaten something disgusting multiple times so that affects the flavor. Regular thickness but you produce way too much. 2/10 in flavor but has a rich flavor to it that he likes.

Kenjaku

He's an old man and is probably eating food that hasn't been made in hundreds of years. He probably does enjoy eating new and outlandish food so your milk will have a really unique taste. Also he had like 100x the amount of curses Geto had so he was consuming curses like crazy which are confirmed to taste terrible. But also he's for sure going to experiment on you to change the taste and texture. 0-10/10 in flavor since it can be whatever he wants.

Nanami

In canon one of his favorite foods is bread :3 He's the most normal guy on this list but also the most stressed out. I feel like that would make the milk thinner which leads to an even higher volume to compensate. Buuut If he's in a relationship however I feel like he'd be in a better state in life (your pussy is a natural destressor) so it now has a healthier consistency. Actually if you're in a relationship with Nanami he's not even working anymore. You're the breadwinner in the relationship so he's eating good every day😤9/10 in flavor

Naoya

Has a refined palette and is only eating the best of the best since he is...the best. I like to imagine he gets most of his protein from protein powder instead of food. Similar to Toji, the breast milk would be thick and have a very strong protein powder after taste. Because of that it tastes even worse which he blames you for....the milk is meant for the baby and he's not even supposed to be drinking it? Just like a woman to make excuses for her own failures. Demands you serve it to him properly in a glass. The only one on this list who doesn't drink it straight from the source. Very watery in texture. 5/10 in flavor (0/10 according to Naoya)

Kashimo

He's an ambitious but greedy guy so he's drinking up all your breast milk and doesn't care about the flavor. I feel like his favorite food is probably something quick to make and also filling. I'm not too familiar with Japanese cooking but I feel like he'd like something with eggs and poultry in it. Also assuming he fought Sukuna, won, and his mythical beast didn't kill him I feel like he'd pull a Baki and conceive a child just to fight them later on. ?/10 in terms of flavor since he drank it all and won't tell you. He does tell you it tastes carbonated, probably from his CE.

Geto

Similar to Naoya he's eating like a king, except he's also consuming his curse balls which taste awful and affect the taste of your breast milk. Assuming you're a sorcerer he'll lie and say its the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. He'll have his cult members prepare you both the finest foods imaginable so that makes it taste a little bit better. Assuming you're not a sorcerer that he still keeps around then he's for sure guilt-tripping you about it. No he will not stop consuming curses. Laughs at you when you suggest maybe seasoning them, what a stupid idea. -1/10 in flavor and the texture is slightly chunky

Choso

Can he even get anyone pregnant? Assuming he can I like to imagine he likes to eat food that's meant to be shared. Probably a lot of starchy food which wouldn't give your breast milk much of a taste. Assuming he doesn't need to eat then your breastmilk is pretty standard. 7/10 in terms of flavor either way. Regular texture but little volume

Mahito

Canonically can't get you pregnant😔 but he'd use idle transfiguration to make you produce breast milk no need to thank him :) He can make it any texture, volume, consistency, taste he wants. 0-10/10 in flavor

Higuruma

He's tired boss, but also the only other normal guy on the list. Drinks a lot of black coffee so it'd make your breast milk have a bitter aftertaste. His favorite food is probably anything you cook for him so your culinary skills now have an effect on the taste. 6-8/10 in flavor with a creamy texture and you make too much