#cw: lactation kink

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi! Love your blog. Its totally fine if you haven't/say no but have you ever thought about softdom! Spencer Reid having a lactation kink too? Like maybe he really enjoys it ever since you had the baby but also does it to help you out when youve already breastfed baby according to schedule, and they're too full and uncomfortable.

omg yes!! this is such a smart thought! cw: lactation!kink, mom!reader, dad!spence

spencer was nervous to bring it up first, especially when you had started overproducing.

you’d feed your baby, pump and bag milk and still be full.

it was more milk than either of you knew what to do with and spencer had read that breast milk is good for people of any ages.

“bug, can i try something?” he asks as he tucks your daughter into her cot beside your bed.

“try what spence?” you’re still full of milk and your breasts are a little hard as you press on them.

“i read that you can consume breast milk no matter how old you are and seeing that you’re overproducing i thought,” he runs a hand through his hair as his cheeks heat.

“i thought i could help.” he shrugs as he sits on the bed beside your thighs.

“if you think it’d help and if you’re not grossed out by it.” spencer’s eyes go wide.

“grossed out? i’m not grossed out by you. plus breast milk contains lots of lymphocytes that help with fighting infections.”

you chuckle and nod, “if you’re sure,” spencer is a thousand percent sure.

he lays in your lap, and tugs the straps of your nursing bra down. “you can’t have them both down,” you say sternly but spencer is already latching onto your exposed nipple. “spence,” you gasp, hand combing back his hair as he pulls milk. “feels good.”

he smiles around your nipple and his hand goes to your other exposed nipple and thumbs at it.

spencer times himself, ten minutes on one side and then he moves away. “did that help, darling?” milk is pooled at the corners of his mouth and his eyes have gone a little droopy.

your hand touches the top of your boob and you sigh as it feels soft and looks smaller than the other.

“yeah spence, thanks.” you say, already reaching for your pump to do the other side when spencer bats your hand.

“i wanna do the other side too.” he attaches to your other nipple before you can say anything else.

spencer spends a little longer on the other side, it takes more time to get the milk flowing. he understands why your daughter favours your other nipple.

“you’re an amazing husband, you know that?” you say as he pulls off and fixes the strap of your nursing bra.

spencer’s eyes are almost completely closed as he blushes. “you’re an amazing wife.” his words are slurred as he rolls over to his side of the bed. “they didn’t say that breast milk makes you lethargic in all those books.”

that makes you giggle softly as you slide down the bed and lay so your foreheads are touching. “i think that’s more to do with the suckling motion.”

your fingers brush his forehead and his hairline, watching his eyes flutter shut. “are you tired?” spencer asks and you smile.

this is your husband, the man who, even on the verge of sleep he wants to know if you are too. you’re positive if you tell him you’re wide awake he’d hold his eyes open till you were.

“yeah, if you give me a kiss first.” spencer puckers his lips and presses his lips to your jaw then your lips.

“i love you,” he slurs and you hum, tucking your face under his jaw.

“i love you too, spencer. get some sleep my love.”

[dearramiel]

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 ? | Eddie Munson

✧ - lactation kink, subish! eddie, mommy kink, softish, touch starved! eddie, eddie deserves to get whatever he wants<33, pregnant! reader, technically breastfeeding,

Mini fic of Eddie with a lactation kink because I promised y'all💔💔

Eddie is a such a sub when it comes to this, I feel. He's so needy and sometimes shy to vocalize what he wants. But you know he is silently begging for it. It's not hard to pick up on. Him being touch starved plays a role into this kink, he just wants you to take care of him<3.

(Off to writing Steve and Billy's version<33)

☆ request here! ☆

It started whenever he would look at your leaking tits, the stains on your tank tops, and how much they had grown since you had found out you were pregnant. Eddie was a touch starved man, and it only fueled his desires even more.

You knew this deep down, so when you brought the idea up to Eddie, he was incredibly flustered. Stammering, stuttering, and red. Hiding behind his slightly overgrown bangs.

But it is what finally led him to what he wanted, latched onto your nipple like a starved man. Moaning in delight and desperation as the first drop of milk finally hit his tongue, your hand playing through his curls. Pushed on your back, resting comfortably on the pillow, you feel Eddie begin to grind his hip against your leg. It's not hard to make the connection that Eddie enjoys it beyond getting attention, his boner is proof of it.

It hurts when he bites down, but you can't deny your favorite boy of his need, especially when you become aroused, his other hand is kneading your other breast, gracefully pinching your perked up nipple, the same white liquid spurting out. Eddie is quick to switch sides as he pays attention to your neglected tit.

"Fuck.. Eddie. Such a good boy." And to that he moans louder, a soft buzz waves onto your now sensitive nipple, it's then when you notice that Eddie had began to grind up against the bed.

"Mm.. tatse'so good, mommy.." He mumbles against your nipple, swirling his tongue all over you, after the mess he's made, he's trying to not let anything go to waste. The name hits you hard.

"Yeah..? Wanna be a good boy for mommy?" You whisper, hand falling down to bring up the long skirt of the dress Eddie had buttoned down, carefully sliding it off.

"Mhm."

Your hand reaches down to his pants, where you begin to feel him. His thick size is noticeable by now.

"Take them off, baby."

Eddie obeys quickly.

[forlorn-crows]

Ooooooo Crow u wanna write about Mist milking Zeph's cute little tits soooooo bad

-Void

i hate you for ever suggesting that 1) zephyr has little titties and 2) they wreak havoc on the others by making them leak

what do you get when you put a strict top and a dom in the same room? you get a very soup-brained air ghoul who absolutely "hates" losing to daddy mist and her clever fingers

they/them zephyr (cock for their anatomy) and she/her intersex mist (cock/cunt for hers, though only the cock is mentioned here). good ole lactation kink w/a spicy side of Daddy mist ahead

If you asked Zephyr if they liked to be broken, taken down to studs, they'd vehemently deny it. Very few things—and very few ghouls—can ruffle their feathers and challenge that cool, unbothered facade that graces their features. If they’re ever submitting, it’s their idea, through and through. They swear it. 

Mist is the anomaly. 

Zephyr doesn’t know how she gets them to play (and lose) her little games. They’ll swear up and down they hate her dirty talk, her degradation, hate the way she can get their eyes to roll from just a little pinch to their nipples, hate how she makes their brain go fuzzy by simply grinding their cocks together. Somehow, she never fails to break them down to the barest of bones—and suck out the marrow while she’s at it. 

They hate it. You have to believe them. 

“You like being daddy’s little baby, don’t you?” Mist coos at them now, straddling their lap with them bullied straight-backed against the headboard. Tiny hands roaming all over their neck, their chest. Pressing and prodding at all the spots that somehow make them incapable of forming coherent thoughts. 

Zephyr makes some unintelligible protest, a pink blush blooming on their cheeks. 

“I think you do,” Mist answers for them. “You don’t have to pretend for me, hm?” She smooths her thumb across their lips, smirking when they part easily. “There you are, no need for scowling. Daddy’ll make it better.”

Her hands float back down to their tits, puffy and full and begging for attention. Mist had pulled them into her room when she noticed the twin spots on their t-shirt this morning, even through the black fabric. She had licked her fangs, giving them her signature predatory look that meant You’re mine.

Mist tweaks one of their nipples, sighing happily when a drop of fluid leaks out and drips onto their pants. She pinches the other, wringing a drop out of that one too. 

“Takes nothing to get you to leak, does it, little bird?” The water ghoulette cups their swollen chest with both hands, framing pert nipples between her thumb and pointer fingers. Squeezing against the build up of pressure just so, just until that sweet milk flows out and dribbles over her hands. 

“Mist,” Zephyr groans, wringing their hands into the sheets. “Lucifer, oh.”

She echoes their noise with an empathetic, slightly exaggerated one of her own. “So wet, baby. Just like a water ghoul,” she tuts. 

Their cock kicks in their pants traitorously. They try to shake their head, deny it somehow. But it’s futile under Mist’s nimble hands and her wicked tongue. 

“You are though, look at that.” She holds up a hand in front of their nose, wet with streaks of milk. Zephyr whimpers—curse the Dark One below, they fucking whimper—head lolling backwards like it’s just too heavy for their shoulders. A sure sign of their imminent defeat once again. 

Mist knows it too. Always knows when they reach the delicious point of no return. She surges forward, melting her body against theirs, looming over them with a gaze so piercing it could cut glass. Hungry. She rubs her nose along Zephyr’s, slow and teasing. Relishing in the fact she’s about to take away the last shreds of their control. 

“Want a taste, little bird?” she whispers, holding their chin and slipping her thumb between their lips. 

The roll of her hips that follows and the taste of themselves on their tongue is just the beginning of their demise. 

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: I want to drink milk from the boobs of a lactating Halsin and I’m not afraid to say it.

[arcaneacolyte]

CW: chest and nipple kink, lactation kink, male lactation, hucow kink, Phantom/Aeon becoming a little obsessed with a kink involving Aether's chest, Dubious Consent (if you squint, both of them are into it just didn't communicate it to one another), use of the word 'tits' to describe a chest.

If I forgot anything else please tell me.

So I'm high and I've been thinking depravedly and a thought that's been consistent has been Phantom/Aeon being so incredibly attracted to how big Aether's chest is. How he humps his pillows thinking about fucking Aether chest, his *tits*. And the word tits sends the little Quint down a spiral of lust and kink because he literally cannot stop thinking of Aether's chest as tits now.

He wants to pinch them, lick them, bite them, *suck them*, and the squeaking of his bed springs gets louder as he humps desperately, thinking about Aether's *tits* and his horny mind just keeps making stupidly erotic comparisons and through lines, and he thinks again about *sucking* on Aether's tits, and what can happen sometimes when you *suck* on tits?

*They can give milk.*

Little Bug can't take it. He cums so hard he bites through his lip and even the pain doesn't stop how hard he thrusts into the fabric, wishing it was Aether's *tits* but at the same time wishing he were *sucking* on them.

When he finally comes down he knows he's fucked, knows that he's changed now, in one of those, "I had absolutely no idea how much this thought/image could turn me on" kinda ways. There's guilt, of course, but it all simmers wrong in his belly and his cock, because that just makes the horniness *worse.*

And he never feels guilty enough about it that it stops him from masturbating furiously to the idea of Aether's chest being oh so sensitive when he's suckling that Aether might let down milk, and also how it might be enough stimulation to make the bigger Quint *cum*.

So full of milk, such a good producer, wanting to provide.

Just like a *cow*.

And oh, *fuck* he has cute little horns and a tail already, doesn't he? Bugs' mind tries to ration with him, get him to give in to the pleasure that's going to make him stupid with how hard he fucks his fist repeatedly and purses his lips, suckling the air like he wish he could do to Aether.

It's embarrassing, it's so horrifically embarrassing but he can't stop because he *likes* how embarrassing it is. *Likes* how he can't stop staring at Aether's chest when the bigger Quint isn't looking, feeling *thirsty* of all things while his cock throbs.

And it gets to the point where he just *has* to touch, *has* to know what they feel like and taste like. And when finally he gets the chance--of course not explaining to Aether what he *really* wants because Bug doesn't know if he can handle a poor reaction--the little Quint just can't take it, he has to touch and pinch for a while first. Then he just gets consumed by it almost like a hypnotic trance, making up for time lost in his masturbatory fantasies.

Aether notices of course; the little Quint is paying attention to *only* his chest and nipples, tangibly *and* visually. So he makes a joke with a laugh *just* barely brushed with embarrassment, "What's up.....you zoning out about cows or something?"

And just that word is enough for the Little Bug to snap out of his reverie mere moments before it fully registers, and his cock throbs so hard he thinks he's going to cum for a few seconds.

But he doesn't, and he stares down at Aether with wide half terrified half desperate eyes, panting and throbbing and feeling like he's two seconds away from passing out.

Aether just smiles weakly, and let's out a soft and genuinely horny little, "M-moo~"

Little Bug *does* cum this time.

[glassbxttless]

[CLOSE] from the smut prompts okay? But stay with me for this one.

Paterson x Pregnant!Reader

Also maybe some lactation kink in there somewhere

Chapters

Paterson x f!Reader

summary: You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

word count: 2k+

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, postpartum, new pregnancy, pregnant reader, female reader, pinv, vaginal sex, a bit of fingering, lactation kink

You feel sick to your stomach as you hold Olive close to your chest, patting her back as she scrunches close. Her skin is clean, new, fresh, only eight weeks old. Your eyes are fixated on that little test strip on the counter. You press a kiss to the top of Olive’s head full of dark hair as you sigh. Two lines making tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew it shouldn’t have happened then, that the two of you were just too focused on how your bodies felt— not your minds. Ten minutes of the sleepiest sex you’ve ever had, set you onto a path of two babies within the year.

You remember Paterson asking if you were okay afterwards, how he ran a bath and promised he’d take care of Olive. He brushed your hair and kissed your head and apologized for letting it get as far as it did. But you were just as much to blame, you apologized too and it hasn’t happened again. But here you are now. You take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom, placing Olive into her swing just as Paterson walks through the door. Your heart stops as your eyes meet.

He starts to unzip his jacket and hang it on the hook. “There are my girls.” He has a smile on his face, leaning down to give you the softest kiss and a squeeze on your arm. He presses a kiss to the top of Olive’s head before ducking into your shared bedroom to change from his work clothes into something comfortable to wear around the house. Unbuttoning his shirt, he turns the corner into the bathroom. Letting the fabric roll off of his shoulders and then he’s tossing into the hamper, catching sight of the test on the counter. His heart stops as he steps closer, lifting the strip close enough to see the two pink lines clearly. He sucks in a breath, trying to calm those racing thoughts: Olive, your newborn is only eight weeks old. He places the strip back down on the counter, just like he found it. He doesn’t want you to know he’s seen it. You’ll come to him when you’re ready.

When he steps back out of the bedroom, sweatpants hanging low on his waist— white t-shirt covering his chest— you’re sitting on the couch, Olive tucked close to your chest as she nurses. Paterson’s quick to make sure your water cup is full and you’ve got a snack next to you before he’s heating up two portions of lasagna from your stash of premade dinners. He watches you, noting how unusually quiet you’ve been since he’s come in. You’ve never gone a day without asking him how work was.

But you’re lost in your own thoughts, something that you’ve grown used to since Olive’s birth. “Pat?” your voice is quiet, shaky, a quiet trill that seeps in like you’re about to cry. Paterson is quick to notice, walking over to sit down with you.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching over to take Olive when you’re handing her over. He burps her and places her in her swing before he’s gathering you up into his arms.

“Think I’m pregnant.” You whisper and hide your face against his chest. He just rubs your back, holding you comfortingly as you continue to talk. “Olive is still so small and I don’t know what to do… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” he says softly, sitting you up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. He smiles softly as he meets your eyes— hand cradling your cheek. “If anything I should be apologizing. I did it.” he says softly, searching your face for that little crack of a smile you indulge him with. He kisses your forehead, pulling you back against his chest. Your knees are placed on each side of his hips. “I love you and you’re a fantastic mother. You’ve done amazing with Olive. If this is something you want, you’re going to do amazing with them too,” he says softly.

“I… I do want this.” You nod. You think of Olive and how much you love her. How much Paterson loves her. How good he is with her. How you both have begun to find yourselves within parenthood. “I want everything with you.” you whisper, thumbs brushing along his jaw as you pull him into a kiss. His eyes begin to flutter closed, one hand tightening on your hip and the other planting itself on the back of your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths part, heads tipping into each other. Paterson’s tongue chasing yours as you feel like every vein in your body is on fire. Your hips begin digging into his. The thin fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing is doing nothing to mask the erection growing underneath.

He’s not shy about it, dragging your hips against him as he scoots to the edge of the sofa. Hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist as he stands. “Gotta take my girl to bed, huh?” He whispers, lips pressing a kiss underneath your ear as he begins to carry you to the hall— a quiet squeal of Olive’s name leaving your lips halts him in his tracks. “Go sit in bed for me, yeah? I’ll get her.” He kisses the top of your head, as your feet hit the ground. He steadies you with a hand on your waist, waiting for you to turn and disappear into your bedroom.

You make quick work of stripping down to just your t-shirt. The one that’s hanging on your shoulders by just a thread. It’s old and worn, stained by your breastmilk and dried tears from your eight week old baby. You flip on the lamp, dim light filling your room. You give Tessa, the Afghan hound/Rough collie mix you and Pat had adopted at the beginning of your relationship— who takes up residency at the end of your bed each night, a few little gentle pats on her back ushering her away, promising she can have her spot back later. She stands and stretches, wagging her tail before hopping off the edge of the bed and trotting out to the living room. No doubt to drink some water and lounge on the couch. And just as she’s leaving, Paterson is appearing in the doorframe. “Look at you.” Pat mumbles, kicking the door closed as he steps into the room. He admires the expanse of your thighs, the way your hips have gotten wider since the beginning of your pregnancy. He’s stepping closer, settling one knee on the bed as his eyes dip downward. They rake up over the fabric covering your chest, a hand settling on your hip to pull you closer to him as he settles into place in the middle of the bed. His lips close the gap between the two of you, legs placed out in front of him after he sits against the mattress. His heart is beating so fast in his chest, but the second your hands settle on his shoulders— legs wrapped around his waist— he starts to settle down. He gets comfortable, lets himself relax into the kiss you share. “Sweet girl.” he whispers, hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that, okay?” he says softly, fabric raising and exposing more and more of the skin of your back before he’s tugging the shirt off completely.

You shiver, tugging Paterson’s own t-shirt off of his body. Smiling when it ruffles his hair up. His hands find your chest, cupping your tits gently and he gently brushes his thumbs over your nipples. Your fingers are threading through his hair as he dips his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His other hand cups and kneads at your tit, his eyes fluttering closed. He’s so lost in you, so enamored. Your hips are rutting closer to him. Your bare cunt brushing against the growing hard on in his sweatpants. Paterson lets a bit of milk drip down from his chin as he pulls away, rolling down his neck and chest. Your fingers bunch up his hair a bit, bringing him into a kiss. You taste the lingering flavor of sweet sweet almond on his lips, his breathing rapidly increasing as you pull your legs back to raise to your knees just to get his sweatpants off.

And he’s quick to discard them, throwing them towards the floor as your legs settle back down around his waist. His cock standing red and angry between your bodies, he’s pulling you close by your waist. Lifting you just a bit against his chest to slip his free hand under you, teasing at your cunt. His fingers are sliding through your folds, brushing ever so gently against your clit. “So lucky you’re my wife.” he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, two fingers plunging deep into you for just a second before he’s retracting them and replacing them with his cock. You take him greedily. He can feel your cunt fluttering around him and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever felt. Every time he gets you in bed like this, he revels in the feeling. Truly loving and present in every single moment. His eyes are closed now, head tilting back just that little bit. He swallows hard. Adam's apple bobbing as he does. And your hips rock with his, clinging to each other's bodies as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

You can’t keep your sounds at bay. The moans, the squeals, the hums. Paterson’s just too big. Settled fully inside of you, he stretches you wide, just the right amount of burning pressure to set your nerves on fire. The ache settled deep in your belly starts to fade away into a building sense of pleasure as your hips begin to move in time with one another. The way he keeps his arm tightly locked around your waist as your ankles stay wrapped around his waist, starts to make you feel hot all over. Paterson’s face buries into the soft space between your neck and shoulder, lips pressed against the skin there— leaving a dark bruise in their wake. His tongue darts out to soothe the skin he’s damaged, his cock settled deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that starts to make your eyes roll back. “Pat…” your breath comes out in little pants, quiet into Pat’s ear. “I’m gonna cum.”

He’s just about there, feels that coil in his belly begin to wind tighter and tighter. He knows he’ll only last a few more minutes— and not even that long if you keep talking to him like that. When your hands leave his shoulders to press against his chest, trying to find anywhere you can grip. You settle on his biceps as your body begins to shake, thighs convulsing as your head leans against his shoulder. Flashes of white light blind your vision as a pleasurable warmth floods through your veins. And Paterson is right behind you, lifting your hips just a bit to thrust his into you as deeply as he can, painting the inside of your pussy with his spend. His heart is racing just as fast as yours. Chests heaving opposite one another. The sound of your breathing matching the other’s breathing patterns. You look him over, that fucked-dumb smile playing at his lips. You’re so in love with him. You take a deep breath, sucking in enough air to try and regain your strength. You’re pushing him flat against his back on the mattress, laying on his chest with a laugh. Your hand nestled right up against his tummy.

And then he’s laughing, kissing the top of your head. His cock still nestled deep into you. “We’re gonna be alright, mama. Another one’s nothing we can’t handle.”

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[erehsnumber1]

best birthday gift!!

All For You | Eren Yeager x fem reader

˚wc: 3k ·˚tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + modern au + mentions of children since you and Eren are parents + preestablished relationship + repost from my old blog + not beta read! ·˚cw: milf! reader + dilf! Eren + mommy kink + lactation kink + switch! Eren + unprotected sex + sixty-nine + public teasing + facial + cum eating + gagging + fluff + finger sucking + ball-sucking + hotel sex + overstimulation + fingering + nipple play + breeding + praising + scratching + biting + hair pulling + roughish sex + creampie + fellatio + cunnilingus + Eren puts you in a full nelson + all of this is a purely self-indulgent old birthday fic I wrote for myself.

·˚synopsis: Eren understands what it's like being a parent, and he knows you work super hard with the twins and coming back from giving birth to them not long ago, he just wants to spoil you for your birthday, after all, it's what you deserve.

“Thanks, Zeke for watching the twins, we really appreciate it.” Eren clapped his brother’s shoulder and smiled looking down at your two children who stared up at him with eyes so much like your husbands, green and bright that more times than not pulled you into whatever their plans were.

“No thanks needed, I love hanging out with my niece and nephew.” Zeke smiled bending at his knees to pick up the two squealing toddlers who reached for his blonde locks tugging on the strands in tiny fists.

“And they love their Uncle Zeke, and just so you’re aware we won’t be back until tomorrow morning.”

Zeke nodded his head tickling Ella under her chin glancing at Eren with a grin, “Does that mean I get another niece?” He laughed along with her.

“Or a nephew, who knows-” Eren cut off when he heard you walk into the living room, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, his mouth dropped slightly feeling heat pool into his cheeks and his groin. “Holy sh-moly you look absolutely stunning tonight baby.”

You smiled walking towards them with your arms open hugging your husband first pressing a kiss to his cheek, “And you look very handsome, also good catch.” You laughed running your fingers through his chocolate hair before turning to Noah and Ella who reached their arms out for you.

“My other sweet babies, you two really do look like your daddy, huh?” You asked nuzzling your head against theirs hearing a click.

Eren snapped a picture with a wide grin, “My three favorite people,” He looked at Zeke, “I can’t forget you, so my four favorite people.”

“Uncle!” Ella cried reaching for him again, you watched her wrapped little arms around his neck as you let Izo’s head rest against your shoulder.

“You two be good or your uncle will call out the tickle monster.” You laughed warming Eren’s heart.

It was love at first sight for him, the moment he saw you at some dinner you attended with one of your friends it was over for him, his heart felt like it belonged to you, turns out he’s right.

“Okay, we better get going if we want to make it,” Eren said placing his hand on the small of your back guiding you to the front door.

“Have a good time!” Zeke called out waving. You waved back then followed Eren who grinned.

A giggle escaped your lips as he opened the car door for you before fixing his shirt, “So, tell me, Ren, what do you have planned?”

He laughed deeply bending down leaning in the car, the smell of his cologne filling the cabin and your senses dampening your panties, “Wouldn’t you like to know sweetheart? That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

You sat back in the seat pulling your seat back on as Eren slid in the driver’s seat, head turned to you he grabbed your chin gently guiding your mouth to his for a quick chaste kiss that still left your heart beating rapidly in your chest, it was all you could do not to deepen the kiss and tug on his brown roots tasting the cool mint coating his tongue.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. I promise.” Eren smiled grabbing your hand kissing your knuckles watching the road. You sat nervously and anxiously looking on each side of the street, “Ren, you know I’m not good with surprises, tell me.” You begged glancing at him.

“Keep begging like that and play your cards right sweetheart I’ll tell you but the latter part of the night is what we’re looking forward to most.” His teeth nibbled on tip of your fingers sending shocks to your gushing cunt, you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the pressure that kept building. Eren noticed the subtle movements laughing earning a glare from you.

“Something funny?”

He shook his head pulling down a side street towards a packed club, parking the car next to the curb he looked at you capturing your jaw in his large hand, “Be a good girl and I’ll make sure tonight is a night you won’t ever forget.”

A sigh left your lips wanting to reach out and touch him, even after all the years and growing older he never looked better. His hair is now shaggy and a little shorter than what you saw in all those years ago, skin calloused from training but the one thing that never changed is the look in his eyes he gets when he stares at you, heart stilling in his chest and breath catching in his throat.

To him, you’re a masterpiece.

You had no choice but to follow him out on the crowded sidewalk holding his hand resting your head on his arm, “You’re such a wonderful husband Eren, I’m so grateful.” He smiled widely looking at you, pink tinging his cheeks.

“And you’re such a wonderful wife, I couldn’t ask for a better person to spend the rest of my life with.”

It couldn’t be helped the grin that put a pep in your step walking with Eren into the club, music blasted from each corner sending a pulse through the air mixed with the smell of alcohol, “Where did you find this place?” You asked looking around squeezing his hand.

“Armin told me about it, well I overheard him talking to Jean about it. I figured you would like it, am I right?”

“You are.”

With a kiss pressed against his lips you pulled away watching his eyes darken, “Ah, I know you would like it. I just want to make sure you have the best birthday ever honey, you deserve it more than you know.”

Your heart swelled as Eren guided you to the bar ordering your drink and water for him, “I sure hope you don’t try to get me drunk.” You teased leaning against the oak bar crossing your arms over your chest, his eyes traveled down to your cleavage leaving a bulge in his jeans, “Your tits look so full of milk, should I nurse from you mommy?” Eren asked leaning in whispering letting his teeth graze your earlobe sending a shiver through you.

“Ren.” Your voice was low and sultry as your tongue peeked through your lips licking them slowly as he watched your movements groaning.

“We’re supposed to have fun not fuck in public, you know?”

“I thought that’s why we came here, huh?” You asked popping your wet lips before turning around grabbing the shot glass throwing it back, “Woah, well, okay.” Eren watched letting you grab his hand tugging him to the dance floor.

With your back pressed against his chest, you felt yourself getting lost in the moment, his hands roamed over each dip of your body, fingers digging in your hips grinding your ass against his crotch, you linked your fingers with his guiding his hands higher up cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress brushing against your nipples feeling them pebble.

It didn’t matter if people were watching the brazen display of affection or dry humping, the others were doing the same lost in their own haze of the music and alcohol coursing through their system. Eren was your drug, he set your heart ablaze with so many emotions and he felt the same way about you. It was a no-brainer on how much your husband loved you, it was easily seen through his actions and words.

He whispered your name cupping your ass, “You’re so sexy, everything about you. I want to worship each inch of your skin, and show you how Goddess like you should be treated.”

His words mixed with the heavy feeling in your stomach pooling in your limbs weighing them down, it was intoxicating the way his hands ghosted over your breasts again then over your hips down to the front of your thighs pushing them open, “Ren, you’re skating on thin ice.” You giggled turning in his arms slinging both arms around his neck.

“Oh? Am I? Using my nickname like that turns me on you know that.”

Your eyes narrowed in slits threading your fingers through his hair pulling on the roots eliciting a groan deep in his throat, “Was that a groan I just heard Ren?” You teased palming his crotch feeling how hard he was. Your pussy clenched when you felt him throb under your touch.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Eren looked around before grabbing your hand pulling you through the dance floor and outside, “I planned to stay a bit longer and let you enjoy yourself but I can’t say no when you look at me like that.” He laughed bringing your hand to his mouth sliding in your ring finger in his mouth swirling his tongue around the tip.

You stood next to the car watching him with glazed eyes panting, your lips slick with spit, and your heart beating fast. “I’m enjoying myself right now.” Came your breathy reply.

Using your free hand you fisted it in his shirt tugging him closer pulling your finger out, reaching to open the door but he was quicker grabbing your wrist, “Let me open your door madam.” He bowed at the waist with his arm tucked under his chest, you couldn’t help but laugh and get in the car growing excited with each passing second. Settled behind the wheel Eren pulled away from the curb placing his hand on your knee slowly inching higher and higher until he reached the hem of your panties snapping the band.

“Just wait until we get to our spot, I have it all set up for my queen.”

Another smile split your lips as he pulled into the parking lot of a hotel, “Fancy, you went all out didn’t you?” You asked letting him open your door holding your hand.

“Of course, anything for you doll.”

Hand in hand you stared at the modern lobby, everything set in dark tones with gold throughout the decor. Eren walked past the front desk towards the hallway until he reached the last door on the right, “When did you get this room?” You asked holding on to the hem of his shirt while he unlocked it pushing it open exposing a large room matching the dark theme of the lobby.

A King size bed sat in the middle covered in rose petals along with a card and small bouquet of flowers, on the other wall held a large hot tub shaped in a heart, petals sat on the edge along with two flutes and champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.

“Oh, Ren, you did this all for me?” You asked whirling around to face him feeling tears prick at your eyes rolling down your cheeks in streams. He smiled widely pulling you in a hug kissing the top of your head wrapping his arms around your back.

“All for you, that’s not all I have.” He murmured trailing kisses all over your face until his lips finally met with yours with an explosive feeling swirling between the both of you, it was a race to see who could tug each other’s clothes off, it was easier for him to slip your dress off tossing it behind him not caring where it landed.

Eren didn’t stop until you were naked pressing your body against his desperate for his expert touch.

“Greedy tonight, aren’t we?” He asked pulling a whine from you gently walking backward with his hands anchored on your waist pushing you on the bed, he stood at the end of the bed naked and proud with his fist around his thick cock, pre-cum pearled on the flushed head. Scrambling up in a sitting position you leaned forward with an open mouth hearing him tut, “This isn’t for me, and as much as I love you sucking my cock honey I want to please you.”

Eren laid you back down on the bed settling in between your legs fitting perfectly, you could feel his dick press against your stomach, hot and heavy. “Ren!” You whined raking your nails down his back leaning up sinking your teeth in his shoulder, there are a few things that he loves, and using it to your advantage you tugged on his hair again pulling his head back.

“Such a good boy.” You cooed earning a soft grunt from him as he mindlessly rutted against you dipping his head down hissing feeling your nails dig in his flesh leaving your mark behind because it was a no-brainer all the other moms at drop off stare at your husband, you don’t blame them.

“I want to be your good boy, can I nurse from you mommy?” He whined breathlessly kissing down your chest to your aching breasts, his hands pawed at them gently massaging.

Milk beaded on your nipples the more he kneaded, feeling salvia pool in his mouth he leaned down lapping up the sweet liquid before latching around suckling drawing the milk with a loud groan, the tension being released had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he trailed his other hand down to your cunt circling your clit trailing wet sloppy kisses to your other nipple nursing.

You buried your fingers in his soft hair looking down at him with a smile, “You’re doing such a good job, keep going baby.” You kept your voice soft even when he slid two fingers inside you going straight for your g-spot while his thumb worked against your clit. Eren was losing control feeling the way you responded to him, it was everything he had not to flip you over and fuck you stupid but this isn’t for him, all he’s been able to think about is pleasing you.

He pulled away from your nipple with a soft wet pop, milk mixed with drool trickled down his chin. His eyes were half shut as he kept rutting his hips trying to find some friction, “Can you sit on my face?” He asked in between sloppy kisses, his tongue swiping in your mouth.

“Anything for you.” You murmured cupping his cheeks before pulling away letting Eren lay down taking your place, swinging your leg over his head you held your cunt inches above his mouth teasing him, he grunted pulling you down from your hips. Tongue settled between your lips he lapped at your clit without a care in the world, the squelching sound filled the hotel room.

Eren could feel your slick drip down the sides of his face soaking the blanket underneath him making his cock throb, bending down you swirled your tongue around his head as he did earlier with your finger.

He couldn’t get enough of you eating like a man who never had something so good, and you gagging on his cock with your eyes closed, your toes curled each time he sucked on your clit letting his dick sit on your tongue too focused on your own pleasure.

You bucked your his fucking his mouth chasing your orgasm that you’ve felt finally snap flooding you with tingles and Eren’s mouth, he kept lapping at you digging his fingers in your hips holding you down tongue fucking you through it, “Eren! Fuck!” You cried kissing down his shaft gently sucking on his balls sending thick ropes of cum over your face, he grunted loudly with each pulse.

Both of you panted heavily trying to recover from the first orgasm as you rolled off of him laying next to him giggling cleaning your face off, “I can’t focus on anything when you do that.” You said elbowing him playfully.

“It’s hard for me sometimes too so I sit there with your pussy in my mouth and my dick just sits in yours like a thermometer.”

“Eren Yeager!” You laughed laying on your side to look at him, he followed suit cupping your cheek bringing you in for a soft gentle kiss, “You love my jokes, but we’re far from being done, sweetie.”

He rolled to his back, “I want you to get in reverse cowgirl and lay back on my chest, put your legs in a v.” He demanded watching you get up grinning.

“Bossy, aren’t we? Just a few minutes you were begging to nurse from me.”

“I like being both now get into position.”

You both laughed straddling his hips facing the TV at the end of the bed then laid back on his chest raising your legs in a v, Eren snaked his arms under the back of your knees pulling your legs back and spreading your cunt open for him and locking his fingers behind your neck successfully putting you in a full nelson.

You could feel his cock press against your slick entrance before slowly sliding in stuffing you full, each inch that went in you felt the stretch of him until he bottomed out.

His balls hung heavy with each thrust upward, he kept the pace slow at first sucking on your earlobe, “You look so good like this.” He moaned thrusting in and out fast hearing the bed creak, you let out a broken moan with each snap of his hips tightening the ball of pleasure growing rapidly, your cunt fluttered around him feeling his cock slide almost all the way out before filling you again.

Eren loved mixing up the speeds hearing the different moans and sighs that you let go, your eyes felt hazy as you tried to keep them open whining loudly.

“Mommy, you hug my cock so well, going to fill you up give you another baby.” He slurred drunk on the way your pussy squeezed him, picking up the pace again he felt his balls tighten with another orgasm, this time he came in you deeply, feeling it dribble out of your pulsing cunt. His hips losing control with his climax overstimulating himself fucking you through it.

“Eren!”

The last thrust of his hips undid your second orgasm, body going limp against his chest breathing heavily, you craned your head to the side catching your breath feeling him slowly fucking you again before pulling out, he helped you roll to your side rubbing your back before kissing your shoulder, “Are you feeling okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head then sat up looking at the hot tub, “I think it’s time we get in that.”

Eren smiled rolling off the bed he helped you up kissing the back of your hand, “I hope you’re having a fantastic birthday.”

You smiled staring at your husband lovingly feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach, “I am, thank you so much, Ren. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled pulling you in a hug.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Hotch with lactation kink is my absolute favorite ❤️‍🩹

I imagine him being so shy to ask you if he can stuff his face in your tits, like he never thought Hed be into that kink, so he goes all shy and soft spoken and ofc you can never say no to him 🥺

aaron isn’t sure what it is about you, that sends his brain into haywire and makes it hard to think.

you’re just reading your book, finally getting some time to yourself after putting your daughter down for a nap.

your hair is a little matted and sweaty, your glasses have fingerprint smudges on them and you’ve nibbled a raw spot in your lip. you’re in a slip dress patterned with embroidered suns and meadows.

you’d think you look horrible.

but to aaron, you look ethereal. you look like you’ve been taken from a romance book and placed into his home.

“baby,” you look up, finding your husband staring at you with a lovelorn look.

he’s been giving you more of those recently. gaze warm and full of love as he stares at you.

“yeah?” god he doesn’t think he’s ever been more in love with you.

with your gaze on him, his cheeks flush a light red. you stare up at him with a bit of wonder in your eyes and aaron thinks that maybe it’s weird- what he wants to ask.

“how’re you feeling?” his cheeks remain tinged red, but he crosses the room to sit with you.

his head falls into your lap and your hand brushes his hair back. it’s a little overgrown but you think it suits him quite well.

“m’okay. a little sore though,” you hand brushes your breasts and aaron can’t help but track the movement.

you know he’s looking and mask your small smile. “can i help?”

it’s the only way he can put it and he hardly looks in your eyes as he asks.

“how?”

aaron should’ve known you wouldn’t have made it easy on him. he’s not entirely sure what about this, makes him so nervous.

“wanna suck on ‘em.” there’s a sort of demure way that the words leave him, but it’s just enough for you.

“course you can,” his hands are gentle yet diligent in where they tug and twist the material of your slip dress, eager to have his mouth on you.

“thank you.” you nod and watch, rapt and keen as his mouth opens and latches onto your nipple.

you hiss a little but relax when you feel the milk leave you. aaron hums around your nipple and pulls harder. there’s a moan or two that leaves him as he continues to pull milk from you.

“slow down, love.” you stroke his hair, picking back up your book when his pulling turns to soft suckling.

he switches breasts and after, his suckling turns even slower and when you take a peek at him his eyes are closed and there’s a little milk pooling from his lips.

“sleep well bear,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead while you continue reading.

[dearramiel]

If I write an Eddie Munson x Lactating kink fic and y'all bully me for it, imma kms fr😭😭

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: I wanna drink breast milk from halsins massive badonker mommy tiddies, just lap that shit up like I haven’t drank or eaten in years

[lexirosewrites]

giggling over the idea of eddie accidentally making steve lactate because he’s obsessed with sucking on his nipples and that’s how they figure out he’s pregnant

steve’s stuck between crying in horror and crying from happiness, but eddie’s just latched on and refusing to let go because he doesn’t see this as a reason to stop

[selfindulgentpixies]

A drop of you on my tongue

MDNI i will block on sight

Heeey I'm alive and writing again! So i'm here with an Aventurine x GN!reader fic! And it's well a lactation kink fic. Been having terrible writer's block but @yinyuedijun pulled me out of it very unexpectedly this morning. I'm in love with how they write Aven but it was anon they got that sent me down this rabbit hole. I've always liked lactation kink but i don't think i've written it on this blog before.

Cw: Reader is Afab but GN! using they/them pronouns. (since non-binary and transmasc people such as myself are indeed able to get pregnant) Reader is somewhere between the end of their first trimester and beginning of their second (it is indeed possible to start lactating that early.) Aventurine is implied to have been away for a bit but I don't elaborate on the reasons. Also i am a fuckin sap so i hope Aven isn't too ooc for you guys. During the fic he get's called Aven and Vasha at different moments. Please be kind since I just punched through a writers block with this.

Word count: 1600+

It’s not intentional on either of your parts if you’re being honest. There was just a need for eachother, a need for intimacy after time spent apart. It didn’t matter to him that you were pregnant with his child already, or perhaps it was even more reason for him to want to touch you. To reacquaint himself with your body after his absence.

Aventurine helps free you from your shirt, exposing parts of you both familiar and new to him causing you to glance away. There’s of course a new swell to  both your chest and and stomach, stretch marks that hadn’t been there previously and an added softness beginning to settle in about you.

“Hey now,”  his voice is almost achingly gentle just like the fingers he places on your jaw so he can turn your face toward him. “You’re not getting shy on me now are you?” and oh, the look in his eyes isn’t one you’re familiar with. There’s both softness and awe in his gaze and it makes you feel far more bare before him than any lack of clothing ever could. 

“Would it be so strange if I was?” 

He hums and leans in to kiss you while the hand that had been on your cheek skims down your neck and down to the tender swell of one your breasts.  “Hmm perhaps not but I can show you that you don’t need to be.”  And his lips are moving against yours, his free hand coming up to cup the back your neck so you don’t pull away. All it takes is a gentle squeeze to your breast and you gasp, opening your mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue in to greet your own. He’s pushing you back to lay against soft pillows when you whine into him, your back arching and that’s when he feels it. A warm and wet sensation rolling between his fingers and down the back of his hand.

He pulls back, surprised and holds up his hand to look at it. Twisting his wrist as the warm pearl of white rolls down. Heat rises in your cheeks and you begin to turn toward your bedside to reach for tissues. “Shit. I’m sorry, Aven, they just started doing that, i didn’t think-”

“Considering the places i’ve put my tongue on you before,” You glance toward him, catch his fascinated gaze as it follows the droplets curling down his wrist and watch as a flash of pink darts out and he licks up the back of his hand and to the space space between his fingers where your milk had first squeezed out, “do you really think this would bother me?” His eyes fall shut. It’s warm of course but also so much sweeter than he would have thought it would be. “Fuck.. And here I thought your cunt was sweet.” 

It’s obscene. It shouldn’t turn you on and yet you feel heat curling low within you at the sight. You’re so lost in this thought that you don’t notice him until he’s right in front of you, his lips brushing your own and his tongue pressing the taste of you into your own mouth. He was right, it is sweet. “Will you let me have more?” The heated words are spoken directly into your mouth, while his hands make their way to your hips to give a reassuring squeeze.

You’ve always been terrible at denying Aventurine things. Taking any opportunity you can to give him whatever you can given everything he’s given you. Not just the material things but the less tangible. Smooth and syrupy words coaxing you to let him in, dropping the walls you’d kept up around your tender heart in a way you’d let so few in. Let him see your scar tissue in hopes that he’d show you his own. This is no different. Especially not when it’s proof of just another thing he’s given you. Something you were giving each other that neither of you had dared hope to have again. 

Still speaking against each others lips. “...alright if it’s something you’re sure you want.”

You feel and then see him smirk as he pulls back, eyes sparkling with something mischievous. “Of course it is.” He gives your hips another squeeze and tugs at you. “Here, switch places with me.” 

You tip your head quizzically but do as he asks so he can sit back against the plush pillows before encouraging you to sit on his lap. 

“There you go.” He runs nose along your jaw before kissing down your neck. “Arch your back a little bit for me.” And you do, pressing your chest that little bit up toward him so he can more easily dip his head down. He cups one of your breasts and licks at the bead of milk that’s collected on your nipple before coaxing it into his mouth using his tongue. An appreciative groan rumbles up his chest, vibrating through your sensitive flesh. It’s different from the other times he’s played with your body. You’re so much more sensitive, almost too sensitive, a whimpered moan falling past your lips as you press your chest further against him. There's a sensation you’d almost describe as a pull as his skilled tongue gently works you, figuring out how to best draw milk from you. You feel it when he gets it, gets your sweet essence  beginning to pool on his tongue for him to drink down. 

You nearly miss it when he begins to rut against your thinly clothed cunt. His free arm wraps around the small of your back pulling you tight to him, the slight swell of your belly pressing against the toned planes of his own. You whine beginning to grind against him in turn. He moans something incoherent against your skin.

Your hands move seemingly of their own accord to gently run through his hair, smoothing it back from his face as you look down at him. His eyes are half lidded, dazed even. “That good, ‘vasha?” The affectionate and rarely used abbreviation of his true name dripping from your lips like warm honey. 

 “S’good” he mumbles against you followed by him bucking his hips and whining against your soft skin. A resounding yes if you ever heard one. You moan and it trails into a breathy laugh as the two of you continue to rut together. Evidence of your own pleasure soaking through the cloth of your sleepshorts and through the fabric of his own slacks. Pity that they’ll probably be ruined, not that either of you actually cared. 

With a moan he pops off your nipple, “Think I can make you cum just like this?” he asks before adjusting his hold so he can move to your other breast, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth before you can actually answer. 

“Ha-ah- careful that one’s more sore-” and he is careful, gentle with you, but he doesn’t stop. He’s lost to you, seemingly eager to drown in everything you give him. A mix of pleasure from the eager grind of your bodies and the sweet taste of you filling his mouth. 

Any soreness is forgotten as it blurs into pleasure once he pulls your hips down more firmly against him. Rutting his clothed cock into the thin and soaked fabric separating the two of you. It’s with a well timed push that catches against your clothed clit and particularly hard suck that your body goes taunt, your breast smothering Aventurine as your release truly soaks you both. Your world goes blank.

You’re so gone to the world that you don’t even register that Aventurine has also cum in his own pants. Shuddering with you before releasing your nipple and panting as he carefully rolls the two of you so you’re laying down while he hovers above you. It’s when his thumb rubs beneath your eye that you blink back into focus. He’s beautiful and disheveled. A bit of milk clings to the corner of his shiny and slightly swollen lips.  And oh, you almost want to look away because his eyes are full of so much adoration and it’s all focused on you.

His lips move and your name reaches you, almost sounding as if he’s said it more than once now. “-are you alright?” The inquiry is accompanied by him brushing hair away from your temple while he sits beside you. 

“Sorry- I i’m okay. More than okay.” 

He smiles, relief making his shoulders sag just a bit. “Good, you had me worried for a moment there.” Amusement shines in his eyes. “Now as much as I’d like to just lay here with you, how about we clean ourselves up first.” He gestures toward the lower halves of your bodies with a grimace. Both of you were an absolute mess after all of that.  

You whine not actually wanting to get up but knowing the growing awareness of your own discomfort would make it impossible to just roll back over. In the time it takes you to start getting up Aventurine is around to your side of the bed ready to help you up. “You know i’m not so far along that I need help getting out of bed.”

He hums in acknowledgement. “Yes but how about you just let me help, to make up for my time away.” 

He doesn’t comment on the little eyeroll as you take his hands. “Fine fine… Let me guess you’re gonna help me shower too?”

“Now you’re getting it~” he practically chirps at you before pulling you up and beginning to walk you toward the attached bathroom. “And once we’re all cleaned up and cozy in bed maybe you’ll let me have another taste of you.” He noses at your hair. 

“You’re terrible you know that right?”

“You’re figuring that out a little late, don’t you think?” 

It’s a strange way to say ‘I love you.’ yet you both know that’s what fills those words as you both share a small smile

And there you have it. My writer's block broken by lactation kink. Special thanks to @yinyuedijun for inspiring this, i really hope you enjoy it. Also special thanks to @080325 and @fushigurro for proof reading for me

Divider credit it @threnodians

Tag list: @pastelle-rabbit @zorosdimples @strawberrystepmom @whispers-of-lilith

I'm actually not that sure who wants to be tagged in this one

[erosmutt]

Sam suckling his ‘moms’ boob after she had just given birth because she over lactates

𖦹 fauxcest, milf!reader

Sam peeks into your bedroom, looking around. "Hey, mom?" he sees you, sitting up on the side of the bed, hands gently massaging your swollen breasts. "Oh, god," you open your eyes to meet his gaze, the pained expression on your face softening up just a bit. "Sammy," you give him a weak, warm smile. "Hi honey. Need something?" Your nipples were puffy, milk beading at the tips.

His little sister, Lucy, was laying in her bassinet, her small hands in fists, little noises leaving her. His eyes shift from your face, to your tits, to Lucy, then back to you. "You alright?"

You shake your head. "No, no, I'm not." He shifts his weight. "What's up?" He rubs his hands up and down on his cargo shorts, stepping into the bedroom. Letting out a soft sigh, you lean back on your hands. "Just... milk." You murmur.

He nods, swallowing. "Want some help? Uh, where's your pump?" "It didn't help," you say, voice bordering on whiny. "So I was trying to do it manually, but that's not working either. Lucy's asleep, and your father isn't home." A blush comes to Sam's cheeks. "I can help, if you want me to?"

Your eyes light up with appreciation. "Yes, please, thank you Sammy." You watch as he approaches then plops down onto the bed, hands decorated by rings and black nail polish coming up to gently grope your breasts. "I'm sure this'll help," he leans down, plush lips encasing your right nipple, tongue gently flicking your engorged nub. You shut your eyes, hand resting on the back of his head.

"Easy, Sam." You whisper, an appreciative moan leaving your lips as he lets up to a gentle suckle. His hand works in unison with his mouth, determined to help you release the backed up milk.

"Mmph," his left hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, nails digging into your skin as he gets aggressive once more. "Hmph," he groans around you as he feels and tastes the sweet milk spill into his mouth.

He swallows down as much as he can, then looks up at you, creamy liquid spilling down the side of his mouth, down his chin. "Other one too?"

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Phantom being sexually spoiled by the pack..... (Phantom/Everyone)

Daddy/Mommy kink, lactation/nursing, breeding kink, tentacle vines, quint-intox, (consensual) unaware drugging underneath 💪

Dew & Phantom: Little bat loves Dew more than anything, loves being his little breeding grounds and hole. When he learns Dew loves being called daddy? And only by HIM? Goodbye. Just being absolutely pounded into in a mating press, Dew keeping their wrists pinned down and his moans just so loud and choppy. "Daddy- Daddy I'm gonna cum!" Just whining and begging as his clit is twitching so much. "Want your knot daddy, please- please!" Dew just loses his mind, shoving his knot fully in and just growling in their ear. It just feeds Dew so fucking much to hear how loud he'll get -- almost like Phantom is proud to scream daddy at the top of their lungs.

Rain & Phantom: One of Phantom's favorite kinks with Rain is nursing on him. As a water ghoul, their lactation is much more watered down and easier to squirt down his throat. He's just curled up against Rain, being finger fucked while he sucks on his nipple and kneading on his tit. His clit being frantically rubbed over and over, Rain loves making his bat cum multiple times before they even get near to the tentacle. Watching how Phantom will drift in and out of his sleep from the comfort of nursing only to jolt awake as his poor clit is pinched.

Swiss & Phantom: Swiss loves getting Phantom fucked up - even if he doesn't realize. Too many times he's spiked Phantom's drink, switched his vape out for his dab pen, even given them gummies under the guise of just regular candy. It's always the perfect amount to keep Phantom completely out of it, but still awake. Feeling as Swiss pulls his boxers down and touches him, before eventually getting him nice and wet. All the newly summon can do is whine and furrow their eyebrows, trying to understand what's happening to them. He gets so blacked out they can only remember bits and pieces - but when he wakes up, there's no evidence anything happened. But he swears he remembers Swiss fucking him over and over... But they're too shy to ask. (It's fun to stay unaware rather than expecting it.)

Mountain & Phantom: Bug likes helping Mountain, there's no doubt about it. Always getting on his hands and knees, and Mountain can't help but watch as his pants get tight right around his cunt. Always rewarded with his favorite "flowers." Phantom just giving each tentacle a kiss hello while each nude tentacle-vine makes their appearance from their respective plants. Mountain just watching as they're lifted and stripped, sweet cunt being rubbed and flicked at, grinded against before he's entered so sweetly. Both his holes getting stuffed before letting one enter his mouth and down his throat. Fun thing Phantom doesn't know, sometimes Mountain can connect to plants feelings and receptors. His cock just twitching and feeling like he's fucking Phantom the exact same way the vines are.

Aether & Phantom: Practicing their element together can lead to surprising results! Aether knows what he's doing when asking his bat "want to try mind manipulation?" Phantom just an absolute puddle in Aether's arms, listening as Aether whispers so sweetly into his ear. "Gonna fill you right up, baby bat... Doesn't that sound good? Wanna have my kits?" And his dumb little brain just makes him nod, unable to move his mouth. Laid against Aether's chest as he fucks up into them, nice and slow. His fingers continuing to press and pump more magick in. "Gonna look so cute so round and helpless, be my little penguin instead of a bat." Phantom just starts smiling, nodding more as Aether keeps manipulating his mind to think he's getting pregnant.

Cirrus/Cumulus & Phantom: Love tying their bat up, keeping a vibrator right on his clit as he begs and cries to be allowed to cum. "Mommy- Mistress- please!" His tears are flowing, hands behind his back. Being forced to open his mouth and take Cirrus' long cock in their mouth, Cumulus rubbing their clits together with the vibe still in between. They can always tell before he's about to cum, how his wings expand and thighs start shaking, little trills escaping. And in an instant they both pull away with the toy - left sobbing and squealing, wanting to kick but Cumulus keeps his ankles down. "Fuck! Please, please!!" They just coo and pet down his face. "Only good dolls get to cum."

Sunshine & Phantom: While they don't have out much, Phantom loves servicing Sunny. Settled underneath her desk while she works, being the perfect cock warmer. Even when she's relaxing and wants to watch TV, Phantom will be impaled right on her, even once she goes soft, cuddling close and keeping her nice and warm. They enjoy the closeness, and of course when it's just a bit before time to seperate, loves having them in doggy style, doing such rapid back shots that Phantom can't even lift himself to try and breathe from being pushed down into the bed.

Aurora & Phantom: Newly summons gotta stick together...! And... Slick together... Sharing a double ended dildo between, having a mini competition to see who can take more, who can last longer. Their legs intertwined and holding hands as they share moans and shove against each others cunts. Their wet and drool combining as they keep riding their toy. "Gonna cum, ya' skank?" Phantom keeps teasing, only to be snapped at with, "Not before you, fuckin' whore!" Aurora moving and pushing Phantom down with his legs up, sitting on his cunt and riding the dildo more and more. Poor bat is squealing as the bounces are now making the toy thrust in him, their clits continuing to kiss before Phantom can't take it anymore and cums - just in time as Aurora does too. Rematch!

[nightshadedumplings]

I've had this sci-fi idea for a long time where there's this place where people can rent a room, and in all of the rooms there's this sort of vending machine. The vending machine gives options for all body types, physical characteristics, and genders. After a selection is made, the machine opens to reveal the body of whatever was chosen, and complete access and control is granted to the buyer. The people who are dispensed by the machine aren't able to move unless the buyer chooses to allow it, and they can't get out of the machine at all. Their faces are never visible to the buyer, but they can see everything that's happening.

The machine doesn't just allow the buyer to choose attributes they like, they can also make changes. The buyer might choose to breed their selection, after putting in the option for high fertility and adjusting the gestation period to just a couple of minutes. Their selection can see everything outside the machine, but they can't see what options are being selected, so they never know what's going to happen to them until it's already happening.

So, maybe they've gotten used to being used sexually, but this is the first time anyone has used any of those adjustment options. Suddenly, they start feeling a soreness in their chest, and growing pressure in the pit of their stomach. Soon, they can see their belly bulging out, and feel it becoming heavier on their frame. They scream, but the buyer can't hear them. All the buyer sees is their selection's belly swelling up with their brood, their entire body gaining a generous layer of fat, particularly their ass and chest. Soon, they have a proper pair of teats, and they begin to feel so full, they think they'll pop.

The growing babies inside their belly move more and more as the seconds pass, and as they become massive, they feel the babies turning, sinking lower towards their hips as cramps begin to seize them. Just then, the growth stops completely, the buyer having paused their pregnancy at the very start of labor. They gasp when the buyer latches suddenly onto their huge tit, readily drawing milk from it while their hand pumps it out of the other. The babies are eager to get out, thrashing around inside, distorting the surface of their otherwise smooth belly.

The buyer only stops nursing for a moment to make more adjustments, first setting for them to go very overdue, and then allowing them to finally go into active labor. They're startled when their belly grows bigger, and bigger, and when they feel like they'll surely burst, their water breaks. They scream, feeling a baby moving through their cervix, with nothing they can do about it other than to push. Their buyer just continues to breastfeed from them, feeling their contracting belly all over while they struggle to birth their baby. After what feels like forever, they feel the huge, round head beginning to bulge out of them, only for the buyer to make an adjustment to pause their labor. They push and push and push, but nothing happens. They're stuck crowning, unable to stop pushing despite knowing it's pointless, until they're allowed to give birth.

[6azia]

Inside the lair| Orochimaru x m!reader

—summary. “You’re awake, I see,” Orochimaru said in his smooth, venomous voice, barely looking up from his notes. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to miss this.” Or Orochimaru does an experiment on (Y/N)

—content warning. Non-con, male lactation

—word count. 2,2k

—azia‘s notes. I’ve nothing to say

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯-𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱

The dimly lit lab was cold, sterile. The faint hum of machinery and the flicker of overhead lights created a haunting atmosphere. Orochimaru stood over a cluttered table, his pale, snake-like features twisted in fascination as he scribbled notes onto a scroll, the sound of the inkbrush on paper the only noise accompanying his steady breathing.

In the centre of the room, (Y/N) sat on a stone slab, arms and legs restrained by chakra-infused bindings. You were conscious, though groggy, the remnants of a sedative still coursing through your veins. It wasn’t the first time you’d found yourself in this position, but this time something felt different. The weight of Orochimaru’s gaze on you was heavier, more intense. His golden, slit-pupil eyes glimmered with a mix of curiosity and malice.

“You’re awake, I see,” Orochimaru said in his smooth, venomous voice, barely looking up from his notes. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to miss this.”

You swallowed, throat dry, unsure of what he meant. You’d been here for what felt like days, subjected to countless experiments, chakra prodded and poked, manipulated in ways you couldn’t begin to understand. But the creeping fear in your chest told you that this new experiment was different.

Orochimaru turned toward you, holding a small vial of shimmering liquid in his hand. The liquid glowed faintly in the dim light, an eerie, unnatural hue. He approached slowly, savouring each step, his pale fingers caressing the glass as if it held the answer to every question he’d ever asked.

“You must be wondering why you’re here this time,” he mused, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. “You’ve always had great potential. A strong body, durable chakra… but I’m more interested in how malleable you are. How… adaptable.”

His fingers traced a line along your jaw, and you recoiled, but the bindings kept you in place. His touch was cold, uncomfortably so, as if he’d just emerged from a snake’s den. You couldn’t help but shudder.

He laughed, low and chilling. “Today, we’re going to explore a different aspect of human transformation. Your hormones… your very essence of masculinity… I’ll be tweaking those today.”

Your eyes widened in shock, confusion twisting in your gut. You struggled against the restraints, but Orochimaru continued, undeterred.

“You see,” he began, moving to his tools and picking up a long, thin syringe filled with the liquid from the vial, “I’ve always been fascinated by the boundaries of gender and biology. The line between male and female is so fragile… so easily blurred.”

He approached you again, this time kneeling at your side. His voice lowered to a whisper, as if he were sharing a secret meant only for you. “I wonder what happens when we push it. What changes will your body undergo when I flood it with hormones not meant for you?”

Before you could protest, he pressed the syringe to your neck, and you felt a cold prick as the liquid entered your bloodstream. It burned slightly, a slow, creeping warmth spreading through your veins.

“You’ll begin to notice the effects soon enough,” Orochimaru said, standing back and watching with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Your body will change. Muscles will soften, features will shift. You’ll become… something new, something neither wholly male nor female.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, panic rising as the warmth continued to spread. You felt a strange tingling in your limbs, your skin becoming more sensitive to the cold air of the lab. Your muscles, once toned and firm, began to feel softer, weaker, as if something fundamental was changing within you.

Orochimaru watched you closely, his eyes drinking in every small alteration, every twitch of discomfort. “It’s remarkable, isn’t it? The human body can be so easily reshaped, moulded like clay. And soon, you will be the perfect specimen… a living testament to my brilliance.”

Your breaths came quicker, the world around you spinning as the changes started to become more pronounced. Your face felt different, softer, your eyes less sharp. It could be from exhaustion or a permanent change. You hoped for the first. With one last look at the snake your eyelids got too heavy and you let the dark consume you for a moment.

The changes came slowly at first—a subtle shift in the way your skin felt, a softening of your muscles that left you feeling strangely unfamiliar in your own body. Your chest, once flat and firm, had started to feel swollen, almost tender, over the course of several days since Orochimaru had injected you with the mysterious serum.

At first, you brushed it off as part of the general discomfort, just another unsettling side effect of whatever sick experiment Orochimaru had decided to conduct this time. But now, the tightness in your chest was unmistakable, a heaviness that you couldn’t ignore any longer.

You sat on the cold stone slab of Orochimaru’s lab, bound as usual, though your energy to resist had been sapped long ago. The faint echo of Orochimaru's voice, his silky, cold laugh, reverberated in your ears as you shifted uncomfortably. Your skin felt hot under your shirt, the fabric pressing against your chest more than usual.

Then, something wet seeped through your clothing.

Your eyes went wide with shock as you glanced down, your chest heaving as confusion and panic gripped you. Beneath your shirt, two damp spots were spreading across the fabric, right over where your chest had begun to swell. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you brought your bound hands up, pulling the cloth away from your skin, and you froze.

There, right where you knew it shouldn’t be possible, a thin trail of liquid was leaking from your nipples.

Your heart raced, disbelief flooding your mind. This can’t be happening. You tugged the shirt down further, your breath catching in your throat as you saw it up close—small droplets of milk pooling at your skin. It wasn’t just soreness or swelling. You were lactating.

"What… what the hell is this?" you muttered under your breath, as if speaking aloud might make it less real.

Orochimaru's cold, mocking voice sliced through the silence. "Ah, you've noticed." He emerged from the shadows, a look of perverse satisfaction on his face as he approached. "The process is coming along even faster than I anticipated."

You stared at him, a mix of horror and confusion. "You—what have you done to me?"

Orochimaru chuckled, tilting his head as if you were asking a ridiculous question. "It’s simple, really. Your hormones have been carefully recalibrated, your body reshaped from the inside out. You're not just changing in appearance, but in function. Isn’t it fascinating how adaptable the human body is?" His eyes gleamed with sinister curiosity. "I must say, I wasn't expecting lactation so soon, but it’s an excellent sign."

Your stomach twisted in revulsion, and you instinctively tried to pull away from him, but the bindings held you in place. "Why? What could you possibly gain from this?" you demanded, your voice cracking as panic crept in.

Orochimaru’s smile widened, his tongue flicking out briefly as he regarded you like a prized specimen. "Why, for the sake of knowledge, of course. You are a living experiment, the first of many. Imagine the possibilities, the applications of manipulating human biology at such a fundamental level. To create, to control... To blur the lines between what is natural and what can be forced."

You shuddered as another drop of milk fell from your chest, staining your shirt. It was unnatural, violating in ways you couldn’t fully articulate.

Orochimaru leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. "You’re becoming something new, something extraordinary. Doesn’t that excite you, even just a little?"

You clenched your teeth, suppressing the urge to lash out even though your body was betraying you, weakened by the changes. "You're insane," you spat, your voice thick with disgust.

Orochimaru straightened up, unphased by your defiance, and turned back toward his table of tools and vials. "Perhaps," he mused, "but in time, you may come to appreciate the magnitude of this experiment. After all, you are the first of your kind."

You stared at him, your chest still damp with the unnatural evidence of your transformation, and felt a cold wave of dread wash over you. Orochimaru walked to you with his silent steps, a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other. “Just let me document some details, be an obedient good specimen in that time.” he said with a slightly threatening voice and sat one the stone slab beside your hips. A kunai appeared in his hand and he cut your shirt with a precise flick of his wrist. The cold metal grazed your unbearably warm skin and you let a groan out that came out like a light moan.

“Oh, how interesting” the snake chuckled and wrote down some of the changes. All that time your eyes were fixed on the dark ceiling, watching some water droplets falling down. That rhythm nearly makes you forget these yellow predatory eyes that you were so familiar with. Just as you began to dissociate, his hand cupped your right chest and gave it a light squeeze. Your nipple was positioned between his middle and ring finger. The small rosy bud was a stark contrast to the pale and cold skin of the scientist.

The pearly white substance leaked out on the hand and Orochimaru smiled satisfied. He brought his hand up and licked a droplet off his hand while maintaining eye contact with the embarrassed specimen. The sweet taste made the scientist moan in satisfaction.

Orochimaru hopped off the table and you let out a breath, you didn't even know you held. Just as he was about to leave, he looked back at you over his shoulder with a sinister glint in his sharp eyes, “I`m long from being finished with you” he said and closed the door behind you, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Contemplating what he may have in store for you when he gets back from whatever twisted mission he has.

Days or hours later he came back, finding you looking down as more droplets went down on the table. You looked at him with hooded eyes, the dension in your chest keeping you awake all day. A whine escaped your throat, surprising you by the higher voice and the need to get released from the pressure.

Orochimaru saw how you pushed your chest up for display. “What a whine thing you are-” his voice was vibrating through the quiet lair.”Want some help?” he hissed out with a satisfied glint in his eyes as he saw how red you got. Your blush nearly reaches your chest.

Orochimaru took that as an invitation and positioned himself between your legs this time. He looked down at you with his hungry eyes and his long tongue lolled out. A big warm blob of saliva fell onto the bound man and his breath hitched. Orochimaru hooked one of his fingers on the waistband of the other slacks and pushed them completely off. With a mocking laugh he looked at the now exposed (Y/N). “It got smaller” The snake remarked and held the warm and now small length in his freezing hand, making the other shudder and biting a moan down.

“Do you think you are still able to cum?-” Orochimaru mused with a calculating look. “And if yes, would it be even potent?”. (Y/N)´s jaw tensed at the realisation. A small tear escaped his dull eyes and Oroshimaru leaned up at him and licked it off with his weird tongue making the other cringe at the wet sensation, which he quickly forgot when Orochimaru started to pump his length.

The snake leaned a bit more down and engulfed a soft nipple with his mouth. His sharp canines gracing the now soft tissue. (Y/N) tried to stop breathing too much, so he doesn't get pierced by them which backfired at him when Orochimaru held his base with a surprising strength he didn't usually use on (Y/N). This let a twisted kind of pleasure bloom in the pit of the stomach of the captivated male.

Orochimaru tried to stay focused on his experiment, however all focus left his body, the moment his taste buds came in contact with the sweet milk. He closed his eyes and made his hand work faster on (Y/N). The latter was getting overwhelmed with that amount of pleasure. Even in his predicaments right now. Getting rid of the tension around his chest felt already as if he could cum by just that.

After Orochimaru drank one side dry he pulled back a bit, letting his tongue circle the nipple with a steady pace. (Y/N) had his eyes closed with an open mouth, however no sound came out. The only warning that he was close would be the way he was pulling his restais. Orochimaru decided to let him free to see all of his reactions and the first thing happening was that his pale upper arm was getting grabbed with a surprising strength, making red angry marks appear on his unblemished upper arm.

Just as he was about to bound (Y/N) back, he convoluted and Orochimaru felt his hand getting wet. With a grin he looked at the now spent male or more like person and went off to his table to document everything. Letting the now nearly passed out person rest, he sat there scribbling his thousand theories and ideas.