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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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🦒 anon here. I wrote something for you and the nice anon that complimented me and said warprize Hob should have pregnant sex. They're right. He deserves it. Cw: pregnancy, lactation, exhibitionism, A/B/O.

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"Is this—better now, my Hob?"

Hob just wails with trembling thighs, a sound that can surely be heard past the closed doors of the throne room. His head hangs low between his shoulders, down to his forearms that lean comfortably on the cushion of Dream's throne. Hob is kneeling in front of it, shoulders slightly more elevated than his hips, so that his lungs won't be hindered in their work by his now massive belly, but low enough that it's still taking the weight off his hips.

Dream is pounding into him from behind, one arm cradled around Hob's precious middle, the other snaking up to fondle and caress his heavy chest. He is still breastfeeding Clara a few times a day, insisting that it's healthier for her if they wait until she weans herself, and adamant about nursing her to sleep. She's still so little, not even two.

It makes his body perfect in Dream's eyes, devotion and love in every firm curve, in every stained garment. Sometimes Hob spills over in public, wincing with the stinging pressure-pang of suddenly released milk, his shirt eagerly soaking up the wetness. Some times he's nearly mad, torn between the discomfort of putting the needs of their children before his own body, and the lust it brings him that they're theirs, his and Dream's, palpable, real because of their love for each other. Those are the days that his wide, flowing trousers are soaked, too.

Dream refuses to be embarrassed about it. Hob is still very much a functioning member of his kingdom, he attends court and meetings and dinners held for delegates and Dream will punish even guests if they so much as whisper about Hob when his first and most important obligations make themselves known at lesser ones.

Today, Hob has bravely sat through two hours of negotiations, and then he hadn't been able to stand it anymore. He'd gotten up, groaning, pressing his fists into the small of his back. Dream had seen that the seat of his trousers had been absolutely drenched, the lovely, thick smell of pregnant and nursing Omega permeating the entire throne room and it had taken Dream two seconds to dismiss the delegates of the neighboring kingdom and close the doors after them himself.

His Hob has been so patient, so brave for enduring to sit for such a long time and Dream intends to take good care of him always, to alleviate as much of his discomfort as he is able to and reward him for the things he can't make better with everything Hob wants.

So here they are, Hob wanton and half out of his mind with pleasure, slick pouring down his thighs all the way onto the floor as Dream fucks him as good as he can to put counterpressure on his pelvic floor and overwrite his pains with pleasure.

"Dream, DrEAM—" Hob shouts, clenching around Dream's cock, a new wave of slick pouring out of him, pushing himself back as much as he can.

The wet, obscene slapping of their thighs and hips as Dream pounds into him faster echoes through the vast room and Dream hopes that their guests have lingered outside and can hear how good he is taking care of his mate and consort. He hopes they can hear every wet sound, every cry and moan.

Hob almost sobs as Dream picks up the pace, his face now resting on the cushion, his body rocking violently with every thrust. Dream does his best to cushion the movement of Hob's stomach with his arm sei as not to hurt him. It's big, far bigger than with his first pregnancy, and far bigger than it should be at seven months.

The royal doctor has told them Hob is very likely to have twins and Dream has been devoted to Hob's comfort ever since. He's also been unable to go without touching Hob for long, mesmerized, awestruck that Hob is giving him such a heavenly gift, that Hob's body should be capable of such wonders.

And so Dream carries the weight of his precious belly for Hob when they fuck, and many more times besides. He caresses it now, up and down as he pleasures Hob, the taut skin shifting with every movement.

Hob's cunt clenches violently around him in a second orgasm and Hob cries out, wanting, still wanting, for Dream to keep going. Dream can't deny him anything. He keeps his rhythm, Hob's rippling around him making it almost impossible not to come himself, but somehow he manages it.

An almost constant sound works itself out of Hob's throat, a long, deep moan, only interrupted by intakes of breath and hitched by every sharp snap of Dream's hips.

"Come on, my precious darling," Dream coos, moving his other hand to tug at Hob's nipples. "You can manage another one. I know you can. You want to. Let go again, for me, my precious jewel."

Hob's entire body shudders and Dream can feel his fingers growing wet, can see drops of milk splashing onto the marble floor. The spasms around Dream's cock grow rhythmic again and Dream keeps up as good as he can.

"Yes! Dream, please, Alpha, oh please—" Hob begins to shout again, the thing he wants, he violently needs, in close reach. His milk is a steady flow now, small puddles on the floor, slick between Dream's hand and Hob's chest. The sweet smell drives Dream crazy, works him into a frenzy. He pulls Hob up by his torso, his back flush against Dream's chest. Hob screams at the sudden pressure from above, the weight of his belly resting on his hips again, spearing him deeper onto Dream, sitting heavy on his pelvis.

He howls through his orgasm, clenching down like a vice, pulling Dream over the edge with him. Groaning low, Dream pumps his seed into Hob with short, deep thrusts, his knot swelling and pressing further into Hob until he sobs.

When their breath has steadied somewhat, Dream pulls the cushion from his throne and lays them onto their side, still joined by his knot, the cushion under Hob's poor hip, Hob's shoulder and head resting on Dream's arm and chest. It's rather uncomfortable, but Dream won't ask Hob to move, not now, and what's a little discomfort of his own when he can alleviate Hob's for a few, precious moments? Nothing. Nothing at all.

"Thank you," Hob sighs, just a little hoarse, and Dream preens a little at that. He did good.

"Any time," Dream assures him with a kiss on his shoulder. "Are you tired? Sleep."

Hob moans, a quiet, content thing, and wiggles a bit to get comfortable. He is asleep in under a minute. Dream pets his hair, his side, his belly, and feels their children kick. Yes, he thinks, he hopes they've heard. If not, he will have Hob in front of them next time, over the table, staining the papers and maps. And then nobody will utter a word about Hob not being good or dedicated enough again.

🦒 anon!! I am yelling and screaming!! This is such lovely tender sexy smut, I'm so obsessed with how Dream is absolutely focused on Hob’s comfort. So. Good. Yes he absolutely should make sure that everyone can hear next time!!

Thanks for this delicious little ficlet. What a delight!!! ❤❤

#🦒 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #fic recs #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy #cw lactation #cw omegaverse

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pomefiore-visitor · 1 year ago

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Rook breastfeeding for a g/n reader cw for mommy kink

I do not consent to minor interaction, minors DNI

“Such a sweet baby for Maman..” Rook coos at you softly, your head tucked at his breast.

You look up at him, your eyes wet and pleading, and he chuckles at you oh so sweetly. His thumb swipes possessively at your bottom lip.

“Mommy..” you whine at him, pawing all needy at the soft fabric of his robes.

Lithe fingers move to cup the apple of your cheeks, thumbs rubbing at the plump skin. His sharp eyes watch your every slight movement, like he wants to take a bite out of you. And then he tilts his head at you and hums.

“Your pleading is enough to drive me over the edge, chou,” he says, his voice smooth and even. He continues to caress your skin, coddling you and beginning to slip out of the robes of his uniform. “Maman est là, petit..”

You pull the loose robes off his body, letting the silk pool into violet puddles next to where you lay on the bed. Once he’s finally doffed of the fabric barrier, you can’t help but stare.

His boyish chest flushed and tickled pink, and the soft peak of his nipples make your mouth water with every second you gaze at him. He’s so pretty, skin like porcelain and soft as satin. Your gaze goes up towards his face, but you dart your eyes downward, his intense observance of you overpowering your meek glimpses. “Maman… please… May I?”

He lets go of your face and inspects you, his gaze eventually softening as he strokes behind your ear. “Who am I to deny you, bébé? Tu as la permission. Maman est là pour toi…” He purrs at you, his gaze soft and gentle. “Open your little mouth, oui?”

Without a second thought, you latch at his chest, suckling and nursing noisily. It feels as though you could sit here forever, sinking into his lull. The peak of his skin a comforting weight in your mouth as it's pulled in with every rhythmic suck. Eventually you pull back with a little pop as the vacuum is broken. You pant, and look up at him through your lashes.

“So pretty, petit…” Rook muses at you, watching as you attach yourself to his other nipple, mouthing at his skin. “I could watch you for hours, beau..” Your face flushes at his words, and you continue to suck. His presence above you is comforting and welcome.

#pomme writes #nsft #cw nsft #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #rook hunt imagine #disney twst #twst rook #twst imagines #twst nsft #rook imagines #nsft imagine #smut #twst smut #twst x reader #rook x reader #rook x you #rook x yuu #rook x y/n

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valyalyon · 8 months ago

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August, 2023

CW: Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse, brief descriptive details of sexual violence. Minors DNI.

August 1, 2023. 9:00pm.

I’m a mom, now! I feel overjoyed, exhausted, and entirely overwhelmed by love. His name is Theo, and he’s just 2 hours old. I’m staring at him in the bassinet. He’s so sweet… My soul feels light for once. I always wondered if it was possible to feel this happy and free.

Harvey’s been hanging around, typical Harvey fashion he only wants to be around for the “important” windows of time. Not because he considered them important, but because he knew other people would be there and he wanted to save face. Anyway, he left 5 minutes after the nurses left the room, 10 minutes after the birth of our son.

I think he went back home. I don’t care.

I have Theo, and nothing matters. Love is a bond forged through shared experiences, and Theo had been mine long before his birth, and before mine.

August 4, 2023.

Back home with Harvey and Theo. Theo is still melting my heart with every second. I’ve been breastfeeding and staying up with him, making sure he’s clean and taken care of. He latches onto me easily, and hasn’t given me any issues. I don’t know why I’m so lucky, but I love him endlessly.

Harvey might not be the most emotional, but he is always financially taking care of us, and making sure I don’t have to work again until I’m ready. I’ve been working since I was 15, and while I have a full time job now, I’ve had 2-3 jobs at a time, for years. I’m just saying I’m tired.

Getting to spend this time with Theo, without having to worry about working to pay bills? It’s nice.

August 11, 2023.

I had been heating up pre-packaged meals for Harvey and I since I returned from the hospital, since I didn’t have the energy to stand in the kitchen and cook, and since Harvey absolutely refused to cook. On our 1 year wedding anniversary, 10 days after the birth of our son while I still hadn’t recovered, I decided to spend a little extra time to make him a fresh meal.

It took me a little longer than it would have if I was healed, but by the time he arrived home, the food was ready for him and I served it to him.

I walked to his side and kissed him, “Happy anniversary, Harvey… Thank you for everything you do for Theo and I.”

“Is this really what you fucking made?”

“What? You… you said you like this.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you stupid? Just because I like it, doesn’t mean I want it. Get me one of the packaged steaks or something,” his voice was getting louder, “hurry the fuck up!”

I quickly turned and started to get the packaged meal out of the fridge. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough, because when I turned to walk to the microwave, I heard him get out of the chair violently causing it to screech against the floor.

“Harvey?”

He hit me right across the face. It was just a slap, but it was hard, “you’re fucking useless aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I quivered in response, trying to get past him to microwave his meal for him.

He grabbed me and shoved me hard into the counters. He then grabbed my hair and threw me onto the ground. He picked up the food and put it in the microwave. He stood there waiting for it to finish, “stay on the ground, bitch. You don’t deserve to get up.”

August 30, 2023.

The second time that he beat me, he did it until I blacked out. A combination of punches, slaps, shoves… I don’t know, I disassociated during the beating.

When I came to after the black out, he was above me. He was inside of me.

“Harvey… We had to wait 8 weeks… Please, stop… You’re going to hurt me,” I was whimpering, the pain was already happening.

He put his hand over my mouth, and continued, even as the pain got worse for me, and I began to scream under him. Once he was finished, he pulled out and left to clean himself, leaving me to sit up.

I was laying on our bed, in a puddle of blood from what he had just done to me.

August 31, 2023.

Harvey held me and Theo in his arms today… he cried and apologized for the night before. I can’t leave him, Theo and I need him.

I keep seeing my bloody face in the reflection of Harvey’s eyes, above me — but I know I can’t go anywhere. This is the home I have created.

Note from Valya

Definitely one of the darker posts I’ve had to write for this story. Still, I hope it was a nice read and that D’s motivation to keep her family together was clear. See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

#bluestlyon #lyondie #literature #booklr #lovestory #dark romance #writers on tumblr #original story #storytelling #tw dv #tw rap3

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blackat-t7t · 2 years ago

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Clone troopers + nursing/breastfeeing

Cw for uuhhhhh... childhood curiosity about bodies that takes a distinctly kinky turn as the characters get older? Sort of non-sexual but also sort of sexual kink?

Also generally cloneshipping (incest or pseudo-incest?), oral fixation, breastfeeding kink (but no actual lactation)

Back on my bullshit about clones being fascinated by the idea of breastfeeding, since they (obviously) don't have a mother and therefore were never breastfed. They were probably bottle-fed by nurse droids or something. Maaaybe the later batches were bottle fed by older brothers after the kaminoans learned that being held is important to human infants' mental development?

But like- clones having no idea breastfeeding was a thing until it came up in a biology class or something. Maybe it's briefly touched on in one of the medics' classes. (I don't imagine the kaminoans teach them much that isn't directly related to war.)

There are no families in their city, no babies being born to mothers who the clones would see breastfeeding. They learn about it as a biological process, and- it's weird.

It's weird to know that that's something human infants are supposed to get, but they didn't. Their younger brothers being decanted now aren't getting it. Do they feel like they were cheated out of yet another experience that natborns get? Or do they think breastfeeding is kriffing weird and gross and they dodged a bullet?

Tweens in medic training wondering if, since being bottle-fed by non-droids is good for the tubies, maybe they would benefit from being held against a bare chest and sucking on a nipple, even if nothing is coming out?

And when they give it a try (secretly, because they weren't told to do this, so who knows how the longnecks would react), it does seem to help! The tubies seem happier and calmer when they get a bottle and a nipple, than when it's just a bottle. And it's soothing for them too, nursing their baby brothers.

And one of those tween clones starts wondering what it's like, what they missed out on. They're embarrassed to admit it, to say they want something they haven't been offered, something the other brothers don't seem hung up on like they are, but eventually they confide in a sympathetic squadmate about what they've been feeling.

And, well- that squadmate has already been nursing tubies, so nursing someone older doesn't seem too much weirder. They lay down together in a bunk, and it's awkward at first, and hard to figure out a position, and they're nervous, but once they start the tension drains quickly.

It's- comfortable. Comforting. For both of them. After a while, the medic shyly asks if they can switch, and their brother agrees, and- it's good. Soft skin under their fingers and a heartbeat beneath their ear, the warmth and darkness of huddling under a blanket in a bunk, the familiar scent exactly like their own, and the taste of skin, the feel of something in their mouth.

With millions of clones, they're not the only ones who explore like this. Not everyone tries it, and not everyone who does likes it enough to do it again. Most of the brothers who like it eventually grow out of it, but for some, it continues off and on for years.

When they hit puberty and erections are frequent and require only the barest provocation, the nature of the encounters- shifts. Not just cuddling and suckling, but rubbing, rocking, thrusting, and stroking. (It doesn't even feel like they're crossing a line by adding a sexual element to their relationship. Maybe there is no line. Maybe the line was crossed long ago.)

Suckling shifts from nipples, to fingers, to cocks, as they feed one another the only type of "milk" they can make. It becomes a favorite activity, nursing on one another's cocks, both in urgency to reach release and because- it's comforting, just like nursing at the breast.

As they get older and hormones settle, not every encounter turns sexual. Sometimes it's about release, but just as often it's about comfort, given and received.

Then the war comes. Death and destruction and planets saved and brothers lost. And maybe they're split up, different barracks or different ships, or even different battalions. They can't indulge like that anymore, and they learn to live without it.

But when they see each other again, it's the most natural thing in the world to fall into that again. Yes, there's sex. There's need, and desire, and a drive to prove and to celebrate their continued survival. But there's also comfort, especially after a hard battle, when brothers they fight alongside barely made it out, or didn't make it out.

They lay together in the darkness of a bunk, like they did when they were small, with the blankets pulled over their heads like they can block out the world, block out the war. Soft skin bears new scars, and the smell of blasterfire is inescapable, but some things never change: the taste of skin, the sensation of it slick and soft between their lips, the steady heartbeat in their ear saying "We're alive, we're alive, we're alive."

#cloneshipping #cloneship #breastfeeding kink #nursing kink #is that accurate?#blackat-t7t's rambles and ficlets

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averysmolbear · 1 year ago

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CW: this is 1000% self indulgent and is a selfship post so feel free to skip over it if it's not your cup of tea or you just don't care about my selfship. Also it's about Father’s Day so if that's a sensitive subject for you, it's okay to pass this one by for that reason as well. There will be mentions of a baby and obviously it’s an established relationship situation. This hasn’t been proofread and it’s full of fluff. Enjoy! (I don't expect most people to read my selfship stuff but here we are.)

“She’s so tiny.”

I nodded, smiling as I watched Reiner holding our newborn daughter. He was sitting in the recliner next to the hospital bed where I was still laid up after giving birth. Amelia Braun was born late in the evening, just before Father’s Day. She weighed in at 6 pounds and 14 ounces and was 19 inches long. Reiner had been amazed when he saw her for the first time, crying when he held her. Now, only 10 hours later, he had me tearing up as I watched him.

I had just gotten through feeding Amelia after breakfast. The nurse commented on how well I did breastfeeding and how quickly Amelia seemed to latch on. Now Reiner was taking a turn, rocking in the chair and holding the sleeping newborn.

“She looks so tiny because you’re so big,” I teased, smiling softly. I was still exhausted but I was happy, seeing how gentle Reiner was with our baby. “You look good with a baby in your arms though. Very handsome.”

Reiner’s cheeks flushed softly and he shook his head, finally looking up at me. “Nah, I’m pretty sure the honor of looking amazing while holding our daughter belongs to you,” he said, smiling brightly.

I hadn’t realized until that morning what today was and now I frowned slightly as I looked at Reiner. “Sorry that I couldn’t get you anything for Father’s Day.”

Reiner, still cradling Amelia in the crook of his arm, reached out a hand toward me. I took it and gently squeezed as his smile softened. He rubbed his thumb across my knuckles before lifting my hand to softly kiss it.

“You gave me the best gift I could have ever asked for, sweetheart. You gave me our daughter. If that’s not the perfect Father’s Day gift, I don’t know what is.”

I blush softly and shake my head as I squeeze his hand again. “Well happy Father’s Day then,” I said with a soft smile which turned slightly teasing as I spoke, “daddy.”

Reiner cleared his throat, letting go of my hand to rub the back of his neck. His face was bright red as he mumbled an ‘I love you’ to me before looking away with a wide smile on his face. It was, in his opinion, the best Father’s Day ever.

#cw Father’s Day #tessie writes #tessie selfships #tessirei #reiner braun selfship imagines #selfship fluff

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bovine-providence · 2 years ago

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A New Addition, Part 4: Althea’s Arrival

Morel is away on a mission when the baby decides to come out.

[CWs: pregnancy, labor, breastfeeding.]

Morel was away on a mission when you felt the first contraction. Cursing under your breath, you had just known this would happen. And his job was very important, which made it all the more frustrating that you couldn’t blame him for going on a mission so close to the baby’s due date.

“I promise I’ll be back before you know it,” he told you tenderly that early morning at the door, before he headed to the marina where his boat was docked. He cupped your cheek, smiling down at you.

“But… the baby’s almost here,” you whined, holding your belly. You winced as the baby kicked hard, rubbing the now-sore spot.

“The sooner I get this mission done, the sooner I’ll be back,” Morel soothed as he pulled you in for one last embrace before tilting your chin up. You desperately pressed a kiss to his lips, and too soon you watched his back as he trudged away to his boat.

Now, you were running through your mental checklist of what to bring with you to the hospital as you awaited the second contraction. A call to the midwife assured you that you still had time before you needed to be at the hospital. Sighing in relief, you opened your texts and scrolled to Morel’s number. Ordinarily, you would send him a text first, but you felt this warranted a call.

You listened as his phone rang but he didn’t answer, before a voice advised leaving a message and hanging up.

“Morel, it’s ______. I had my first contraction, so I’m going to need to go to the hospital in a few hours. Please call me back soon. I love you!”

You hung up, the call doing little to assuage your concerns. You hoped he picked up soon.

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It was four hours later, and time to head to the hospital. As you finished packing your bags into your car, you anxiously checked your phone; still no response from your husband. It was uncharacteristic for Morel to not answer you in so long. A thought popped into your head, that maybe something had happened to him, but you shook it away. Right now, you had to focus on delivering your baby.

But you couldn’t shake the thought off, not completely. As you put the key in the ignition without starting it, you made another call.

On the second ring, Knov answered.

“______?”

“Knov, yeah, hi.” You took a deep breath as another contraction passed. “This isn’t a social call, I need to see if you know where Morel is. He isn’t picking up.”

You heard Knov clear his throat at the other end of the line.

“I know he’s wrapping up his mission, and he said he would be in a dead zone as he finished up. What’s this about?”

“I’m going into labor.” The line was quiet as you waited for Knov’s response.

“I’ll see what I can do. Stay safe, alright?”

“Yeah, sounds good, I’m about to drive over to the hospital now.” You hung up on your husband’s best friend and started the car before driving to the hospital.

———

You arrived safely at the hospital and had been quickly escorted to the maternity ward, where you currently lay in bed as a nurse periodically checked on the status of your dilation.

You felt alone. And more than that, you felt anxious. Trying to focus on the breathing and mindfulness exercises the midwife had taught you wasn’t working when all you could think about was if Morel was alright, and if he could make it in time. You had your doubts.

The time passed like that until the nurse deemed you dilated enough to begin active labor. Sending one last text to Morel, you nervously were prepared to bring your daughter into the world.

———

Morel wanted nothing more than for his mission on this island to come to an end, unable to see how the timing for his being there could be any worse. He didn’t show it to the others, but he was irritated and wanted to be with his wife as the end of her pregnancy drew near. The connection on this island was spotty at best, so he and ______ had been unable to really update each other very much on what was happening.

He smiled at the man who handed him a message, explaining that there was someone on the ancient landline telephone requesting him by name. Morel hurried over, wondering if you had managed to get ahold of this phone number, but it was more likely to be someone from the Hunter Association.

“Hello?”

“Morel, thank god.” Morel was surprised to hear Knov’s voice at the other end of the line.

“Knov?”

“I’ll keep this brief. ______ called me because she wasn’t able to reach you; she’s gone into labor.”

Morel felt his blood run cold. Shit, of course this would happen.

“I already spoke with the higher-ups, and you can leave now and a replacement will finish up your mission.”

“Thanks.”

“She should already be at the hospital, so head there.”

“Appreciated, Knov.” Morel didn’t bother waiting for his friend’s reply before hanging up and immediately making his way towards his boat. He wasn’t going to hold back in his need to return to your side.

———

Pushing, panting, pain. That was your world at this time. You pushed as hard as you could as the midwife guided your progress through the labor. You panted at the exertion of trying to bring your daughter into the world, and you felt pain that was unimaginable before this moment. Your hands gripped the handles that lined your hospital bed, but were hardly a comfort. You wanted Morel!

At the midwife’s instruction, you pushed once more before needing a moment to collect yourself. You tiredly looked over to the side when you heard a soft footstep, and gasped.

You would recognize Deep Purple’s Nen creations anywhere.

The smoke soldier gracefully stepped to your side and placed a hand over yours, rubbing your thumb.

The midwife looked up in surprise, but you nodded your head.

“It’s alright,” you reassured. The smoky hand squeezed your own in agreement. Somewhere, wherever he was, Morel was keeping an eye on you. You had to remember to thank Knov later.

———

Morel gritted his teeth as he ‘watched’ you in labor through the smoke soldier. It was a poor substitute to his being there, but it would have to do for now. You had seemed so relieved to see Deep Purple’s creation, which made him feel guilty. Just a little longer, honey, I’m almost there.

He was almost at port when your texts and voicemails came through on his phone, tracking the timeline from your first contraction to your anxious text that you wouldn’t be able to use your phone during labor. He briefly scrolled through, finding the relevant info about the hospital and your room number for his arrival.

He couldn’t dally any longer. Leaving a smoke soldier to handle docking the boat, Morel raced towards the hospital.

———

Your eyes were screwed shut in pain; this was the worst yet. The midwife was trying to encourage you to push more, but you couldn’t. It was too much.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks. “It’s too much.”

“______, I need you to try,” the midwife insisted, checking the baby’s progress beyond where you could see beneath your gown.

“I swear I can’t! It hurts!” Your outburst prevented you from hearing the door opening, but you gasped when a large hand wrapped around your own, different from the now-dismissed smoke soldier.

“I know it hurts, pretty girl, but I need you to try.”

The sound of your husband’s voice made you turn to him.

“You made it,” you smiled tiredly at him before wincing as the pain rolled through your body.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Morel assured, his presence helping to ground you.

With the midwife’s guidance and Morel’s comfort, you apprehensively started pushing again.

———

It was another two hours before your daughter’s cries filled the room. Once you and baby Althea were cleaned up and your daughter’s vitals were measured (a clean bill of health), the medical personnel left, allowing you and Morel to properly bond with your newborn daughter. Looking at her, you smiled tiredly. She was going to take after Morel by sharing his silver hair, but she had your eyes, which peered up at you quizzically.

“She’s tiny,” Morel chuckled quietly as he stroked a chubby cheek with his finger. Althea looked surprised at the contact, blinking up at him.

“I’m sure she’ll be big in no time,” you murmured. “And besides, she felt a lot bigger when I was pushing her out.” You looked over, playfully chastising him. “Your genes didn’t exactly help with that.”

“Sorry, can’t help it,” Morel chuckled. You both went into alert as Althea shifted in your arms and her face scrunched up before she began to cry.

“I think she’s hungry,” you muttered as you adjusted so Althea could suckle at your breast. Her crying stopped immediately as she latched.

It was quiet as you both watched your baby have her first meal.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” Morel finally spoke up. You glanced at him.

“Hey… it’s part of your job. I knew what I was getting into when we started dating. And you were able to get here in the end.” You shot him a half-hearted smile. “It isn’t easy, but it’s what we knew would happen.”

“I know, but…” Morel shifted as he continued watching his daughter (his daughter!) feed from your breast. “I still wish it worked out better. Well. I’m here now and things on the island wrapped up without trouble, and that’s what matters.”

As Althea got her fill from your breast, you tilted your head up at your husband.

“Why don’t you hold her?”

Morel looked down at you, and then at Althea, before grinning and carefully maneuvering her into his arms. You watched as your daughter stared wide-eyed at him, and how he smiled tenderly at her. She was so tiny in his arms, almost like she’d disappear if she were any smaller. You heard a sniffle and realized Morel was beginning to cry.

“I love you so much,” you heard him mutter to Althea before he raised her higher to plant a kiss on her forehead. She cooed happily at the sensation before settling down in his arms again.

As Morel looked over at you, tears flowing freely from behind his sunglasses, no words needed to be spoken about how loved your daughter would be.

#Hunter x Hunter #HxH #morel hxh #morel mackernasey #morel mackernasey x reader #morel x reader

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bobafetts-princess · 3 years ago

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Woke up to nurse my kid back to sleep and I’m just thinking about how the Bad Batch would react to seeing you breastfeed so some HC’s under the cut!

Hunter: Hunter is the most nervous which makes zero sense because he can probably feel how much it relaxes the baby. Also tries to cover you up because he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with people seeing or anyone to catch a glimpse of a tiddy and you have to tell him to stop. You tell him breastfeeding is the most natural thing in the world and it’s one of the only things the baby comes out of the womb knowing how to do. Finally relaxes but it takes him ages. Literally ready to throw hands if someone says something. Nearly drops the baby just because he’s nervous.

Wrecker: Ahhhh our himbo KING. Probably will make a tiddy joke but he stands over you and dares anyone, reg or civvie, to say something. Understands that you’re basically immobile while you’re nursing and brings you snacks and water if you need it. He also brings a blanket but not for the same reason as Hunter, he’s worried about the babies legs getting cold. You gently explain that skin to skin while nursing regulates the babies temperature and keeps them warm. When you finally hand her over, he cries.

Tech: Tech my sweet baby. Info dumps on everyone about the benefits of breastfeeding and how it’s so much better than other food options for babies (I’m not doing that much research to see what formula options are in the Star Wars universe) and you have to cut him off because a fed baby is the best baby, and you’re lucky you picked up nursing rather easily. Also tries to give you info on how to get a better latch, but shuts up when you cut him a nasty look because the baby is attached to your tiddy after all. Will also trip over himself to bring you water and snacks because nursing makes you crazy hungry and dehydrated. Stunned speechless when you let him hold her.

Crosshair: Cross will definitely make a snide comment about having a boobie out in public. He acts disgusted at what’s happening but he does listen to Tech’s info dump and does things to help, grabbing high-protein snacks and power shakes. Stands closer and gives anyone who comes too close the evil eye to make them steer clear. Refuses to hold her but stands on top of whoever does to make sure they don’t drop her.

Echo: almost as nervous as Hunter but for different reasons. Hunters nerves are from being in public, Echo’s nerves are because he has absolutely no experience with children but he’s trying. Soaks up all the info from Tech that he can and does his best to make you feel comfortable. Echo’s focus is more on you than it is the baby, but when you hand him that little bundle of sleeping joy when she’s done eating, he fucking melts

I don’t have any tags for this because I’m not sure who would be interested in seeing something like this so I’m just gonna drop it on the TL and bounce.

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#the siren writes #the bad batch #cw breastfeeding #tw breastfeeding #hunter TBB #echo TBB #crosshair tbb #wrecker tbb #tech tbb #the bad batch fluff #tbb fluff #breastfeeding #I woke up to nurse #sent myself into a tailspin #because I’m so nervous everyone I know hates me #so to distract myself I wrote this

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yuichi-ro · 3 years ago

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I have a thirsty lewd! Pro-hero Nejire having an oral fixation & crush on her MILF manager. Her coming over to your place when the kids are asleep, just to lay on your lap and suck on your tits as you uzip her her hero outfit to play with her clit. Some nights it’s her resting her arms around your belly to suck your clit, her fingertips tracing stretch marks. Other nights she’s on your lap nursing on your tits as you press a vibrator against her clit & stuff her pussy w/ a monster shaped dildo.

ugh yes you do have a thirsty lewd anon! This is gold star status 😩 cw: fem!Reader, age gap, lactation kink, sex toys, belly bulge, overstim, manipulation, general smut ──────────────────

Taking Nejire from Ryuko's agency because she's just a better fit for with you of course. She works so well with your staff and it's nothing against the number ten hero but Nejire just adores you so much more.

So much in fact that she can't keep it professional ♡

Stealing her from Ryuko was so easy when Nejire is clamoring for your attention. Getting it in any form. From praise, to raises and even the privlege to eat you out under the desk at work meetings. She's really put in the work after graduating U.A. that she'll surely raise thru the ranks. But as of right now she's under you.

In every sense of the word too. With your body on hers the eager young face can't keep to herself. Not when you let her suck on your tits in favor of being allowed to do whatever you want to her body. Nejire in your lap half the time. Fingers on either side of her clit all while she nurses at your breasts like your kids did when they were younger. Hell the cute blue haired little thing doesn't even care if a little milk comes out because you're youngest is barely over a year.

Nejire's insistent suckling making you leak through shirts when she's not around. Just when you thought you were done breastfeeding too...

Making it a daily routine to have her latched on while you overstim her and make her suck even harder. Lips around your nipple while she grinds against her favorite vibrator. One you bought especially for her bc it goes up so high. She hardly can keep it against her clit for thirty seconds before succumbing to a slough of orgasms. Nejire twitching and overstimmed in your lap. Lips doused with breastmilk and her pretty intelligent eyes rolled to the back of her head like a whore.

That's the least of what she'll let you do to her.

From vibrating panties that interrupt her patrols. Leading to her grinding against objects in public to cum. Or her sending you videos of herself soaking through her hero outfit as she rubs her swollen little clit in a back alley. She should be doing hero work. But here she is slutted out for your enjoyment ♡

Of course she's so obedient and does exactly what you want. And when she comes home after your kids have gone to sleep. There's no way you aren't stretching and stuffing that pussy. Teasing her that she's looser than you even after a few kids. About how she takes the toys so well and fucks herself on the biggest cocks you have. All while her slim little belly bulges out and her drool runs down between her tits. Bouncing in time with the way she fucks your toys. Covering them in juices and pissing herself bc you simply can't let her just get off after a few orgasms.

A hero should be able to push themselves. To go beyond of course ♡ ──────────────────

#bnha smut #mha smut #nejire hado smut #nejire smut #nejire x reader #nejire hado x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia smut #boku no hero academia smut #wlw smut

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years ago

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Amended Short: Halloween Night, Zombie Parents Edition

Um... I thought I had a drabble request for Amended Jungkook and the baby but I don't see one in my inbox... but I was inspired to write this Halloween night after I took my kids trick or treating so here ya go!

Story: after Amended Characters: Jungkook, Isabella, new baby Words: 5635 CW: references to childbirth, birth complications/sick baby, lots of detail about breastfeeding and nipple pain (not in a sexy way LOL)

The house was stunningly quiet. The silence was loud, the lack of activity so obvious and unusual it hummed in Jungkook’s ears. After almost two weeks of nonstop, it was disorienting, that sudden stillness. He stood in the middle of the house for several minutes and felt like his skin was vibrating.

Ah, right, probably the lack of sleep. Because despite having a full house and family nearby and all the help they could hope for, Jungkook had in fact never been so fucking exhausted in his entire life.

And all because of a baby! Just one small tiny little innocent baby had dropped into their life like a fucking grenade going off! The baby grunted and the whole house flew into a flurry figuring out what he needed. Jungkook had expected Isabella to be the calm, sage, wise one and in some ways she was –she called out the steps of elimination to figure out what the issue was: diaper, food, sleep, wanting to be held, wanting to be not held. But the more steps it took to figure out, the more flustered she’d get, cuing Jungkook to swoop in and take over. Even if he felt stupid and clumsy and like he didn’t know what he was doing despite helping with nieces and nephews every chance he got.

The first few times he had hesitated to help and Isabella had snapped. It had hurt his feelings, both for her to notice his hesitation and to be upset by it. They’d had a fight about it. Twice. That wasn’t a great memory. But after a nap, Jungkook felt satisfied by their joint realization that this was new, and hard, but also not new in some ways that had to be unlearned. Isabella wasn’t on her own this time but she wasn’t sure what it meant to have someone with her in this. Jungkook was here and wanted to be here but didn’t know what it meant to be the father, not the uncle. Ezra and Lily were here too, and old enough to not fall to pieces when Isabella couldn’t drop everything for them like before, as she tried to recover from childbirth and the new demands. The nursing struggles had really taken it out of her, it had been painful to watch, difficult to talk about without sending her into tears, and Jungkook knew he had been in over his head, unsure how to support her at a time when the answer seemed so obvious.

Finally, after two weeks of excruciating pain for Isabella, and lactation teas and cookies that made her vomit, and an agitated, hungry baby from her low milk production, and a too-slow regaining of dropped birthweight that had Isabella trying to nurse and pump around the clock, which kept her from getting any rest or even really getting to enjoy the baby… It had only been two weeks but it felt like months. Two weeks still felt too long to Jungkook but now they were in agreement. They were trying this: The baby would be a formula baby, assuming Isabella didn’t go back on her decision tomorrow. She’d agreed as of six hours ago, after crying all morning about it, despite every reassurance Eomma, Soona, Gina, and Mikayla had lobbed at her.

She might go back on it. Jungkook hoped she wouldn’t. All his own research had shown not only how fine babies were who grew up on formula, but also the benefits to Dad being able to share the burden of feedings and get that bonding time with baby, the benefits of Mom getting to sleep without having to wake to nurse every two hours, the benefits of a family that could rest and spend time together and enjoy their happy, well-feed, growing baby without the pressure of trying to breastfeed when it just wasn’t working.

For all those reasons and more, Jungkook was relieved at her agreement, even if his heart broke that this aspect of their new baby wasn’t going like she wanted. Neither had the birth, but that was a story for another day. He just wanted everything to be perfect for her. Especially since he worried he’d pushed her into this. He’d wanted another baby but she was the one bearing the brunt of that right now. He wanted to take as much of that off her as possible, and that guilt and worry that he was failing sat high on his shoulders when things were stressful and–

But for now, for this very minute, there was a peaceful pause. The sun was going down, the neighborhood lights flickering to life alongside the festive decorations. Lily was already out trick or treating with Soona’s family, after which she’d sleep there. Ezra would go out in a little bit as well and promised to text them pictures of him with his friends, after which he’d spend the night at a trusted friend’s house for his very first slumber party. Upstairs, Isabella dozed with Gidget tangled up between her legs despite the no dog in bed rule they had these days while the baby slept in a side-sleeping bassinet attached to their bed.

He wasn’t there now though. He’d fallen asleep earlier in the Pack’n’play in the living room and Isabella had left him there under Jungkook’s supervision when she went upstairs. He had no real sleep schedule to speak of yet –which was normal, though possibly exacerbated by the struggles to get him well fed unless they resorted to bottles. Sure enough, the bottle Jungkook had given him (while Isabella wept in the kitchen) had put him right to sleep after way too many hours without, and left Jungkook free to comfort Isabella until she went upstairs to sleep too.

He understood now what people meant when they said you had no way of predicting what parenthood would be like. Even for Isabella, this third time was new and different, and Jungkook hoped he was being a good enough partner.

Maybe he wasn’t.

Or maybe it had just been a difficult afternoon and he shouldn’t assess right now. They were both tired.

And this day in particular was extra weird: days passed without their acknowledgement, but Halloween had still come on October 31st like every year, and for the first time in forever, neither of them was going to a party or trick or treating. It was easy to feel abandoned when the older kids were off having fun without mom and dad. They’d had a new baby in the house less than two weeks, so they weren’t settled at all yet. The tense discussion earlier left him feeling as emotionally fragile as Isabella probably did. He had such happy memories of Halloween the last few years; fighting with Isabella and watching the kids leave him at home was not how he’d expected to spend it this year.

Naively, perhaps. The baby was actually due on the 29th, but Jungkook couldn’t begrudge the early arrival; Isabella had been so ready to be done with pregnancy by the end. He felt guilty he’d put her through it. Maybe she hadn’t wanted this baby as badly as he did… maybe she regretted it…

No, that wasn’t true. She adored their baby, that much was obvious no matter how tired or frustrated she got.

He dashed the thought as he heard the snuffle. It was barely a whisper but one he was instantly alerted to. He stepped around the laundry baskets and Gidget’s bed and the cases of art supplies and the couch pillows that had been thrown on the ground and the baby swing and all other manner of things decorating their floor until he could stare down at the baby blinking awake. Hands, balled into tight fists, jerked through the air, like a baby boxer. Feet hidden inside a cozy sleep sack slowly but strongly kicked. His whole little face worked on waking up: eyes fighting the urge to just close and sleep again.

Jungkook sank to his knees to get right up close and greeted lowly, “Hello, Kai.”

It felt obvious to Jungkook that the baby didn’t know who Jungkook was yet, despite all those hours of reading and talking to him while Isabella was pregnant. Everyone who’d said ‘oh the baby will recognize your voice if you sing to him a lot while he’s in mom’s belly’ were fucking liars. He’d done it, and while Kai did seem to like him singing –as much as a two week old could like anything?-- he thought it had more to do with him having a nice voice than recognition. Maybe Kai was going to have good music taste.

Other than that, Jungkook held him every chance he got, but there wasn’t anything about it that really seemed to provide comfort to him yet. When Jungkook would change the diaper that was causing discomfort, or provide the bottle of formula after a frustrating nursing session that wasn’t enough to complete a feeding, Kai seemed more surprised by this strange man’s competency than secure in his father’s care.

Yes, ok, several family members had told Jungkook he was projecting, and that there was only so much obvious attachment you could look for in a newborn. That would come later, along with personality. Once the smiles started, then you started to feel like you were getting some appreciation for all the blood, sweat, and tears of the previous week.

The thing was, what no one seemed to understand, was that Jungkook didn’t care. Well ok yes he wanted Kai’s love. But he could wait a long time for that. That was fine. A few weeks? A few months? What was that in the face of all the years he’d waited for Isabella without even hope? He could be patient for his child too, no problem.

Kai’s mouth opened and closed several times like a little fish. Koi, Ezra had already called him. He closed his eyes, deciding he didn’t want them open after all. It looked like a frown, so before he could gear up, Jungkook scooped a hand under his little diapered butt, another under his head, and lifted him slowly. It wasn’t that he thought he’d drop him; he knew he wouldn’t. He just personally wouldn’t like being yanked up, so why do that to a baby?

“Good morning to Kai even though it’s nighttime,” he sang. “Ah, Kai. Kai Kai. It’s Halloween. Do you know what that means? You don’t but someday you’re going to fucking love it. Also please don’t let fuck be your first word, your mama will laugh but then probably not want to write it in you baby book… Let’s just agree on Dada for your first word, ok? But take your time, there’s no rush.”

Kai had no comment as Jungkook settled him against his shoulder and double-checked Gidget hadn’t snuck down to stand directly behind him (learned the hard way), before tucking Kai down into the crook of his arm so he could walk more confidently with him towards the kitchen, only to realize on the way he should change the diaper first after such a big bottle earlier.

“Are you hungry? Are you hungry? I don’t know, I don’t know,” Jungkook sang to the tune of Frere Jaques. “Let’s make a bottle and see, after we clean up your pee. Kai Kai Jeon. Kai Kai Jeon. Damn you really wound up with a cool name, huh?” He didn’t know which was more shocking, that he and Isabella had finally agreed on a name, or that he’d give his son a name popularized by such legendary pieces of media like Suikoden, Genshin Impact, GOSICK and apparently, Ezra had informed him, Ninjago. Mikayla had also mentioned a Vampire Diaries character named Kai. Eomma said it was on Will & Grace, which she’d watched religiously when first learning English. Isabella had worried Kai was getting too popular but Jungkook had done his research and discovered Kai was only #71 on the most popular baby names given last year, whereas Ezra and Lily had both peaked in the 30s in the last decade.

Besides, as a “Jungkook” in a small New England town, Jungkook wanted his son to have a name that would let him fit in. Cool but not something that stuck out. Kai Ronin Jeon sounded cool. Ezra, Lily, and Kai sounded great together and also ELK was a fun acronym for the kids. They already complained when he used it; perfect.

“You’re the coolest baby I know,” Jungkook assured him as he quickly changed the tiny diaper at the portable changing table in the sitting space off the entry way. Baby stuff had totally taken over.

Actually so far Kai had the personality of… a newborn. A fussy sack of potatoes. Isabella had told him babies seemed like they have no personality until they get older and then you realized their personality was there all along, but he couldn’t see it yet.

The little legs looked so scrawny, like little chicken legs wrapped up in such a great big diaper. Kai cried as soon as the air hit his skin from Jungkook unzipping his cozy warm sleep sack. He cried at the feel of the wipes, even though they had a wipe warmer so it wasn’t even cold. He cried so hard Jungkook worried it would wake Isabella up in a panic, so he moved quickly and within minutes had Kai bundled up in his arms once again.

“Ok ok clean butt, you’re fine now. Shshshsh don’t wake Mama, she’s going to feel so good after her nice long nap and a nice shower,” Jungkook said as they moved together to the kitchen. Jungkook set Kai briefly on top of the clean clothes in the laundry basket so he could wash his hands and honestly felt kind of proud of himself for being the kind of dad who thought of that, who made it work.

“Your mama is sad about this,” he continued to narrate –Eomma’s suggestion– as he swayed with Kai in one elbow and prepared a bottle one-handed. “So be a good boy and don’t fuss about taking bottles, ok?” Supposedly it was going to take some experimenting to find the best formula for Kai, but for now they could stick with the expensive, pre-mixed newborn liquid formula until Kai had regained his weight. “Especially because it means you and me can spend even more time together.” He gave his son a cheesy smile that he didn’t appreciate yet. “You’re my one newborn, so let’s make it count.”

He popped the cap off with his thumb, then spspsp’ed at Kai like he was a cat to get him to focus as he eased the nipple into his mouth. Another thing they’d need to experiment on, to find the right size and the right flow, and then he’d grow a little and they’d have to calibrate all over again.

“Babies are a lot of work,” he teased as Kai resisted the bottle at first. Jungkook began to doubt whether he was hungry. He hadn’t started crying yet. Hadn’t he been rooting? Honestly, Jungkook wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell until it got so obvious it was already too late and Kai was melting down.

But suddenly the nipple hit just right and Kai gave a suck that settled it further and then seemed happy with everything in life.

“Ah, see? I’m learning how to read you.”

Kai immediately hiccuped and choked a little and Jungkook gasped and angled his arms so Kai’s head was higher. Formula spilled down his chin, but then he settled back in to keep eating. His eyes opened to narrow dark slits fixated on Jungkook –or what of him could be seen at this stage of development.

“Ok ok there we go. You fell asleep so fast early. We’re supposed to feed, play, nap, feed, play, nap, so someday you can learn to sleep like a normal human. What time is it? Shit, it’s only seven? It feels like eleven…”

To stretch his legs he paced to the front window and looked out. They’d set a bowl of candy with some Halloween decorations at the end of the long driveway –what they usually did so people didn’t have to walk up to the house anyway, but also so there’d be no risk of someone ringing the bell and waking the baby. At breakfast Ezra had joked they already had their costumes on: zombie parents. Isabella had tossed a waffle at him.

“Usually we make a big deal about Halloween,” he informed Kai. “You kind of threw it off for us this year, but I guess next year we’ll have a birthday party for you too… ah, don’t worry, we won’t combine it with Halloween unless that’s what you want to do someday. Halloween is awesome but we want to celebrate you on your birthday. Maybe it’s better you showed up a little early but you could have done it without scaring us.”

The joke was lightly delivered, but the fear of it still lingered. The meconium in the amniotic fluid had made it into Kai’s throat and lungs by the time he emerged. “It could have been worse,” the doctor had assured him, but between Isabella’s recovery and Kai’s low blood oxygen, they’d stayed at the hospital a couple extra days so Kai’s lungs could be monitored and a round of antibiotics supervised. The rapid breathing had been terrifying, the way his little body had dragged for breath–

“But you’re doing ok,” Jungkook said, more for his benefit than Kai’s. The initial loss of weight was normal but when it hadn’t bounced back the way it should, that was scary too. So now hopefully the formula would help get him over that hump, just like his lungs had cleared up in the hospital. And hopefully Kai would nail future milestones so they wouldn’t have to worry that the meconium aspiration had any long lasting effects. His lungs had seemingly recovered while they were at the hospital, but every cough, sneeze, or chirp worried Jungkook all over again.

“I guess this is what it’ll always be like though, huh?” Jungkook mused, turning away from the window. He hadn’t wanted to think about that scare again but it felt like it still sat on his shoulder, next to the birthweight, next to Isabella’s health and happiness, next to making sure Ezra and Lily still had as much of his fathering as they needed, next to how he was going to balance all of this once his paternity leave was up–

He took a deep breath and let it out. It would get easier. That’s what his parents kept telling him. He believed them. Ezra and Lily were easier than this, though he had plenty of worries about them as well. Ezra was at that age where social circles at school were really stratifying and hadn’t figured out quite where he fit in it all. Lily didn’t give a shit about being popular, but her grades this year weren’t as consistent as last year and she was already having friend conflicts that Jungkook couldn’t begin to understand how to navigate. She wanted to make TikToks. Terrifying.

In some ways, Kai was easier because this was it, this was him, right here. No going out to deal with the world yet, no socializing with other kids, no needing to teach him things Jungkook didn’t know himself. Personally he was a pro at eating, sleeping, and pooping.

“Actually I’m better at latching on to a tit than you are,” Jungkook snickered, settling down on the couch and reaching for a burp cloth. “Not that I’ve nursed since I was– but I mean, it can’t be that complicated– sorry, I don’t mean that. That wasn’t the only problem anyway. Don’t feel bad about it. Isabella shouldn’t either. Life doesn’t usually go the way we expect and sometimes that’s shitty but sometimes it’s really, really great. And sometimes it just is what it is and you get by. That’s my first fatherly wisdom for you. You’re welcome.”

Kai had chugged that bottle. Jungkook worried it was too fast and would make him sick. There was only a little left when Kai spit the nipple out and turned his face away in obvious disinterest. So Jungkook did his least favorite part, burping the baby. He worried he’d hurt the little lungs after they’d had a rough start of it. Sometimes the burp itself sounded like it must hurt. Supposedly the formula would help with that too, because Kai would swallow less air struggling to get what he needed.

“Take this for instance,” Jungkook explained as he settled Kai against his shoulder and thumped his back. “Did I ever expect to have a baby with Isabella? Nope. Did I ever expect to be a father of three? Nope.” The burp was followed by a toot. “Wahh, out of both ends! You really are my son,” Jungkook mused proudly. Then he twisted sideways against the arm of the couch so he could bend his knees and nestle Kai against his thighs, the two looking at each other. Jungkook fussed with him a bit, making sure his head was supported so he could breathe, making sure he was warm enough and the stitching around the neckline wasn’t irritating his shoulder like that one sleeper had done. Somehow there was formula in his short little eyelashes.

Everything was fine. He grabbed a little hat to pull down on Kai’s head, but stopped himself for a moment to just run his finger through Kai’s fluffy hair. Jungkook thought the rounded face might look like him but it was still kind of hard to tell what was miniature and what was just temporary. His eyes were still small and narrow, not yet like either Jungkook’s or Isabella’s. Would the little round nose become like his? Would Kai’s lips stay thick like Isabella’s or was that just a baby thing? Would the wider set of his eyes and eyebrows stay that way or would the rest of his face grow around them? It didn’t help that –as his brother was happy to point out– “Gukka kind of looks like a baby anyway.” Jungkook didn’t want to get attached to the idea of his son looking like him because in the long run it had absolutely no bearing on anything, not love, not attachment, not people making assumptions about whether his kids were or were not “his.” Certainly not on the depth of his love.

Jungkook looked forward to finding out every little detail of Kai. He thought it would be very funny if their expectations came true that they wound up with a red head, a blonde, and a brunette, though Lily’s hair seemed to be getting darker. Maybe the blonde of her childhood would turn into brunette. Maybe Kai’s hair would be more brownish than his own. His baby eyebrows were nearly blonde which seemed strange to him but maybe they were just very thin and light.

“Who will you be? What will you like?” Jungkook murmured, wiggling his thumbs into the little fists. He had been surprised when Kai was born with long papery fingernails and peeling skin on his hands and feet. He’d been surprised by the fuzzy hair along his legs and back, though it was already thinning out. He’d been surprised by just how fucked up you felt when someone woke you up every three hours around the clock. He’d been surprised by just how instantly he felt possessive of this baby, even without feeling a real two-way connection yet.

“Did I expect you to be this perfect?” Jungkook asked. “Nope. Are you so stinking cute? Yep.”

Kai just stared at him.

“I gotta tell you though, it’s weird that today is Halloween and just… nothing. We aren’t doing anything. I feel like a failure I didn’t throw you in a pot dressed as a lobster or something. I’m glad the kids are out having fun but…” He fished his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and looked but neither kid had texted yet. So he texted them both and then took a few photos of Kai just because he was cute in his little ‘My First Halloween’ sleeper, and had just set it down when he heard Gidget’s nails precede Isabella’s socked feet down the stairs.

“Hey,” she called, shuffling through the kitchen. “Is he hungry?”

Jungkook froze. He gave Kai a wide-eyed, nervous look that the baby did actually return but probably not intentionally.

“Um… yeah, he had a bottle.”

“Oh. Uh… a whole one?” Isabella asked, seeing the remnant of it on the table. “Wow…”

“Yeah.”

“He must be hungry.”

“No, he’s good,” Jungkook said. He could hear the waver in her voice. He could hear the guilt piling up behind it. “Super good. Come sit with us –or go back to sleep.”

“My milk dropped,” she sighed. “Is it even worth trying to pump?” She sounded more like she was talking to herself so Jungkook didn’t offer his unwanted suggestion: nope. Her nipples were bruised, cracked, and bleeding. The pain when she pumped made her cry. There was a pink hue to what little milk she could get which was blood and apparently not even a problem? The whole thing was wild. He was glad she would be spared it now… unless she was about to change her mind…

She sat gingerly on the coffee table, uncomfortable, trying to protect stitches he didn’t even want to think about. Having babies was a brutal business.

“How long has he been awake?”

“I don’t know. Twenty minutes?”

“Hm.”

She smiled at Kai and reached out to brush her finger against his cheek. In just that smile, Jungkook could feel how much those hours of sleep had helped her. It was hard to slow down, even though they weren’t going anywhere, but the nap had helped. Not having to leap into nursing maybe helped too

“Any word from the kids?”

“Not– oh.” Their phones lit up at the same time, and since his hands were holding the baby, she pulled the group chat up, then leaned closer to show him.

Lily: we are geting SO MUCH CANDY I miss Kaibear I want a pictur

Ezra: we’re already done we hit every house in the neighborhood I bet I have more than you

Lily: show me

Lily: I will beat you

Ezra: it was fun but I miss going together we can all take Kai as a family next year

Isabella let out a long sigh and gave Jungkook a smile that looked a mixture of happy and sad before leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was the balm he’d needed to finally relax from earlier. Their moments of physical closeness were limited right now. He didn’t need much but that kiss was everything.

“It’s a weird Halloween,” she admitted with a sigh.

“Yeah, I was just telling Kai that! He really fucked our schedule up this year!”

“Yeah. He did.”

“At least he’s cute though,” Jungkook suggested. “In his defense.”

“Oh, you’re thinking about going into law now?”

“Can you imagine?” Jungkook snickered.

“I sure can’t.” Isabella took a picture of Jungkook and Kai together. The kid was going to be the most photographed child ever born. Then she said, “Well, I’m going to go put lettuce leaves in my bra I guess.”

“Uh… for Halloween?”

“NO,” she snorted, a sincere laugh. “I guess it’ll help dry up what’s left of my milk… god, am I really giving up on this?”

“You aren’t giving up on anything. You’re choosing the thing that’s better for everyone, including yourself, right?”

Isabella sighed and nodded. She looked at Kai longer and Jungkook let her think. There was no rush. No one was going anywhere. He didn’t know what to say so he could at least be patient as a form of support.

“I’m just so conflicted. Part of me is relieved. You can feed him more. No finding a place I feel comfortable to nurse when we’re out.”

“We’ll go out someday?”

She grinned and insisted, “Yes. No worrying about my supply or mastitis or engorgement.”

“No bleeding nipples,” he pointed.

“But that feeling of a baby falling asleep at your chest… well, Lily was too busy, she never did that anyway. But Ezra did! I guess I can just like be shirtless when I give him bottles, get some of that skin contact back… they’re just so warm and snuggly when they eat… except Lily who was a terror… She used to kick me in the face. I thought she was going to knock my tooth out.”

“I’m glad you have happy memories of it,” he said, taking a gamble. “And if you really want to keep trying, I’ll do whatever I can to support you–”

“No,” she cut him off. “Fed is best. If you can try not to be too disappointed I won’t have big nursing boobs for a year…” She was trying to joke past the disappointment, he saw it.

“That I would have to share anyway? I need those nipples healthy. Besides, your milf tits are plenty big, Bella. I am well fed–”

“Jesus,” she laughed. And shook her head. “If there’s one thing being a mom has ever taught me, it’s that nothing will ever be like you expected it. And you can miss out on a lot of wonderful things wasting too much time grieving for the way things didn’t go. So.. I may still cry a little bit. I may grieve a little bit,” she admitted. He took her hand, his other pressed to Kai’s chest to keep him stable as he practiced rolling his little head as much as his position would let him. “But this is going to be fine.”

“Yeah. It is.”

“I can say that now that I just slept for like three hours without interruption.”

“Nice, huh?”

“You can have a turn doing it now if you want.”

“Nahhh. You should eat the pizza, it’s still warm in the oven.” He glanced at his phone, a text from his sister with a litany of trick or treating photos. “Ah, I miss not being out with them this year.”

“I know! We didn’t think that through with our Halloween baby.” They lapsed into silence again, both just watching Kai. Jungkook now knew the answer to his previous question what do you even do with a newborn was: not much.

And he trusted for now the question too of did Isabella only do this for you? No. She wanted Kai too.

“We could put a Halloween movie on,” Isabella said. Jungkook gave her a surprised look. “And we could each have a cider or something? Don’t look at me like that!” she laughed.

“You feel like it?”

“It is Halloween.”

“Ok, yeah. Yeah, let’s do it. But nothing too scary! I don’t want jump scares to startle him or anything,” Jungkook suggested. Isabella laughed, but before he could offer to get snacks from the kitchen, she rose to do it. She didn’t try to take Kai as if Jungkook’s arms had been a temporary solution until she was here. She didn’t feel the need to check his diaper or clothing herself.

He would have completely understood it if Isabella was possessive in the beginning. After all she had made Kai in her own body. She’d raised two kids through all of this before Jungkook ever came along. He’d raised zero new babies. But not once so far had she made him feel untrusted or incapable. She’d expected more of him than he felt capable of himself. At most she’d gently make a suggestion, but sparingly; usually he noticed himself later that he’d been putting the diaper on backwards or using the wrong size hat. She always made a suggestion if he asked, and he did ask a lot because he didn’t want to fuck things up. But she made him feel like they were a team figuring this out together, and like he had something valuable to contribute, and like he was a good father even when he wasn’t so sure yet. Like she trusted and depended on him.

His love for her ballooned in his chest. His love for Lily and Ezra did the same as they haggled over candy trades in the group chat, blowing up his phone. His love for little Kai, who stared unblinkingly at the high contrast crinkly toy he held up for him, as if it held all the answers of the universe, continued to grow.

When Isabella settled down on the couch beside him with the remotes, Jungkook was glad to pull her close and finally let her have some time with Kai in her arms and dangly toys to try and entertain him with as the movie began. Mostly Kai just wanted to stare as the light from the TV flickered on the ceiling. And then he fell asleep, curled up in Isabella’s arms, with Isabella’s curled up in Jungkook’s arms, and Gidget sprawled against one of Jungkook’s feet on the floor.

And while he did look forward to next Halloween when the kids were already planning their celebration as a family, he decided that this quiet night with just Isabella and Kai was perfect in its own way too.

And there was totally still time to put Kai in one of the little costumes they’d been gifted tomorrow, or the day after. They could say they did it on Halloween. No one would know. Sometimes you just had to do what worked and let go of anything else and it all turned out all right in the end.

#jungkook ff #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #dad jungkook #jeon jungkook ff #jeon jungkook x oc #jungkook established relationship

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Friday morning thot for you that's like... Half somft half crack. Little monsterbaby ad'ika eats just... So much. Din spends so much time nursing. And Paz spends so much time watching and yearning bc he wants to help Din but also he really wants that bonding opportunity with their baby. Adenn, as is their way, proceeds to fuck around until Paz lactates.

Friday morning thot transformed into my Sunday evening delight. I love this 🥰

cw pregnancy, lactation, breastfeeding, non-consensual body modification though Paz is ultimately into it, slight breeding kink

When ad'ika is born, she's one of the biggest newborns Paz has ever seen. He's quietly impressed Din managed to push her out and he understands why Din got so tired in the final months of carrying her, if so much of his energy was devoted to helping her grow. The pack had taken to one of them remaining by Din's side at all times as a passive energy source, and it proved to be a precious time for bonding one-on-one as well.

Paz is relieved that, after ad'ika is born, Din still needs them close.

Garsa's contact warned that with Din's cubi biology, he would likely lactate even if their child inherited his ability to feed on affection. They had to assume she would.

All her other parents take every available opportunity to feed her themselves, cradled close and talking to her gently, shorts walks that never take her far from Din as she blinks back at them with large, dark eyes yet to set their final colour. It's not clear how much this sustains her.

In Paz's mind, Adenn rumbles about the clarity of the child's eyes, the strength of her hands, like it knows anything about babies but Paz has his doubts. It's Paz's favourite time of the day when he gets her all to himself, nestled in the crook of his elbow like she was made for it. He tells her about his family, Concordia before the fall, how she would have had so many elders around to care and guide her if things were different.

His heart pangs for the life their daughter will never know, but when she blinks back at him so trusting and sleepy, he falls in love with her all over again, an almost overwhelming surge of hope and joy and protectiveness nearly buckling his knees. He feels she might forgive him.

He raises her to bury his face in her soft, swaddled belly, purring contentedly. Tiny hands swat and grip his hair, but she's too young to really complain yet.

"Child is strong," Adenn rumbles with approval behind Paz's thoughts, and he swells with pride. "And hungry."

Frowning, Paz pulls away to look.

It's true. Even with all that focused love and attention, ad'ika inevitably gurgles and gnaws at her tiny fist as she always does, hungry for something more. Paz pushes away the rub of disappointment that his adoration is not enough to fill her belly.

"Weaved her strong. She needs to feed," Adenn says, sensing his thoughts.

Paz doesn't quite understand what Adenn means when they talk like that. It was Din who grew her, they don't even know who her other parent is among them, all agreeing it didn't matter because they would love her just the same. But Paz wouldn't put it past the entity to have interfered somehow.

///

"Baby, I'm not suggesting anything elaborate," Fennec is sitting on their bed with Din when Paz enters their private suite. "I just know you're not getting enough and you're feeding for two now."

"I'm okay," Din says.

Both their eyes light up when they see Paz enter with the bundle in his arms.

"Oh!" Fennec holds out her arms, beaming. Paz has never seen her smile as much as since the little one has entered their lives. She all but scoops the baby from Paz the moment he's within range, crooning, "How's my little monster?"

Paz forces down his sting of disappointment. He will have an entire lifetime to hold their baby.

"Hungry already?" Din asks.

Paz chuckles, apologetic. "She's always hungry."

"Thank you," Din smiles gently, taking their daughter from Fennec's arms.

Paz lingers by the bedside, hands on his hips. He watches Din open his shirt. When his milk came in, Din's chest didn't get much larger, probably due to his past surgery, and Paz has privately wondered if that's part of why ad'ika always gets hungry so quickly.

He doesn't want to suggest it to Din. Din is doing his best. Paz wouldn't want him to feel insecure. But even Paz's chest is bigger than Din's. He glances down at himself, then to his riduur and the baby at his teat, comparing. Yes, Paz is definitely bigger.

"I have to join Boba, but he'll be with you from high noon," Fennec says, leaning in for a quick kiss and Din smiles, tired. "Love you." She nuzzles their baby's cheek, burring loud with affection and grinning when the little one grumbles, disturbed. "Love you."

Paz smiles when she hops up to her feet and rises on her tiptoes for him, face tipped up. He steadies her with a hand on her hip. Kisses her, gentle and sweet. "Love you," he tells her.

Fennec's eyes are bright and glittering with her smile. Love is a good look on her. "Love you," she whispers back.

Paz always takes a seat in the comfortable chair across the room to give Din a semblance of privacy. This seat used to be the coveted view for when the pack would take Din apart on this bed, but in two short months their lives have changed so much.

They are all so tired run off their feet catering to their child's whims, none of them have been thinking about sex.

Well, that may not entirely be true.

"Fennec asking you to feed more?"

Din doesn't look up from the baby in his arms, sighing. "Something like that."

"You been hungry, cyar'ika?"

The endearment earns him a glance and a little smile. Paz is so charmed how Din still lights up for them like their love has the ability to surprise him.

"I don't know," Din confesses, stroking their child's dark head of hair, thumbing her small ear. "More tired. But that's normal, right?"

"Yeah." Paz wrings his hands together, debating with himself. "Is there... something we could do to help feed her better? With our energy?"

Din glances up at him. Their sweet beroya. He looks so tired. "I don't know." He sounds regretful and embarrassed, it's only in recent past he learned about his true nature. He mutters, "I feel so unprepared for this."

Paz studies him, his softly mussed hair and the slow way he moves. "There could be merit to Fennec's suggestion. And maybe it would help her, too. Better nutrition."

Din snorts under his breath with a gentle smirk. "Nutrition." He gives Paz a knowing look and Paz just smiles back. Din's eyes soften. He nods to the empty space beside him. "Lie with me?"

They hardly bother making the bed these days with how rarely Din leaves it. Paz still pulls the sheets straight and settles on top, leaning against the headboard. Din shifts to cuddle his side, sighing with contentment when Paz's arm wrap around his shoulders.

In his arms, the little one finally detaches from the teat with a little burp, eyes shut.

"She fall asleep again?"

"Mm," Din hums, shifting her up to his shoulder to burp her properly. Paz enjoys her dopey, slack expression over Din's shoulder.

"And how are you, mesh'la?" Paz combs fingers through that mussed hair with the hand round his shoulder.

Din appears to think about it seriously. He pouts. "My nipples hurt."

Paz stifles a laugh at the sulking tone. He gently squeezes the arm around Din's shoulder. "I wish I could help you with that."

Din looks at him and his considerable chest. That little smirk is back. "If only."

Paz grins at his teasing tone and cups a large pec with his free hand, weighing it with pride. "They're big enough, right?"

Din looks like he would laugh if only he had the energy. "The biggest. Here." He passes ad'ika back to him, to Paz's surprised delight. "Let her suckle on you. Might keep her asleep. Let me rest."

Paz blinks as the bundle in his arms yawns wide, squirming. "Er, I don't have any milk."

Din waves him off, already turning his back to Paz and sliding down into a proper sleeping position. "She suckles for comfort."

The sheet is pulled over Din's shoulder and then he is out like a light.

Paz stares at the little girl in his hands. Glances at Din.

What could it hurt?

///

Paz startles awake with a brief snort, unsure what woke him. His senses, thrown wide, sense no danger. The sun is almost high in the sky outside.

He is still sitting up against the headboard. Din sleeps on at his side.

And where ad'ika nestles against his chest, she gurgles wetly, suckling at his bared nipple, eyes shut in contentment.

The seal of her mouth is conspicuously white.

Another pinch of sensation makes Paz gasp with a wince, as though his entire pectoral muscle just seized, and he realises that's what woke him.

"Ah, ad'ika, wait--"

She whimpers as she's pulled away from his chest. White drops well up from Paz's nipple where she had been fastened a moment ago.

Paz stares, uncomprehending. He swipes fingertips at the liquid and finds his hands have clawed, black veins standing tall.

"Adenn," he growls. He glowers from his hand to his chest to his baby who is blinking awake, struggling to focus on him with accusation for interrupting her meal.

His tongue darts at his fingertips. It's sweet.

His cheeks heat, embarrassed.

What did you do?

The entity's answer is a rasping laugh.

"Oh, puppy."

Paz looks up.

Across the room, Boba stands on the threshold of their suite, eyes bright with interest. He's staring at Paz's bared chest where his nipples are dark and swollen and beading milk when their baby whimpers.

Boba has that look of a plan brewing, eyes sharp, hungry smile growing with all those teeth. He sheds armour and kute as he crosses the room, one piece at a time.

"What's the old goo done to you this time?"

Paz hurries to fasten ad'ika back on his chest before her cries can wake Din. He doesn't know what he's doing. The way she immediately settles strikes him with sudden pride.

"I don't know," he says.

Boba stands at his side by the bed, hanging his armour. "You can feed her."

"I don't have any answers," Paz wards him off before he can ask.

"Does it hurt?"

"N-no."

"Does it feel good?"

Paz feels the blush up to his ears at Boba's suggestive tone and stubbornly refuses to look his way. "Different."

A smooth, scaled touch closes on his shoulder. "May I?"

On his left pec, their baby girl nurses, blissfully half-asleep and oblivious to the world. His right pec beads milk in sympathy, neglected. Boba stands on his right.

"Um," Paz stammers. "Okay."

He is not ready for the way Boba sinks to his knee and leans forward in one fell swoop, reptilian tongue extending forth. He sears Paz's bare nipple in a broad, long stripe.

Paz shivers at the sensation, conflicted at the frisson of heat that fans out from that point of contact, almost hunching protectively round their baby.

Boba hums, watching Paz's face. "Sweeter than expected. But seems safe." His head cocks. "Adenn change anything else for you? I wonder...."

Paz stiffens at the warm hand that curls round his upper thigh and smoothly delves between his legs. The breath catches in his chest as Boba palms his cock and balls through his loose pants, fingers curling, seeking with a practiced touch.

"Boba!"

With ad'ika attached to his chest, Paz immediately understands why Din has shown virtually no interest in sex since the birth.

Boba purrs and pulls his hand back. He almost sounds disappointed. "Worth a shot."

Paz stares at him, ears ringing.

Worth a shot? Was Boba hoping to find something else between his legs? Maybe... something more like Din?

He's suddenly assaulted with a mental image of himself groaning face down in this bed, knees spread wide with Boba hungrily hunching his hips against him with conspicuously wet slaps of skin.

His mouth waters. His cheeks burn.

"You always wanted a big family, didn't you, puppy?" Boba smiles at him like he knows exactly what he's imagining and the glint of those teeth is a promise. "Well, you better get moving. Fennec's waiting. If you can nurse the little one, take her with you."

Paz all but scrambles off the bed. He feel steam should be coming out of his ears. "Oh, could you... feed Din?"

Boba smirks at him, already kneeling on the bed at their sleeping riduur's back. "I intend to."

Paz barely remembers to grab his modified armour and the baby's armourweave on the way out, urgently stamping down on the fading feelings of arousal. He doesn't know if he'll ever grow immune to Boba and Fennec's seductions.

He looks down at the miracle of what Adenn did to his body, still hardly believing his eyes. This could mean a lot more time spent with their baby. It could mean a lot of things for them.

"Okay," he grumbles aloud at his inner companion, "Maybe you're good for something after all."

And then, yes, Boba does rock Din awake double-hilted in all that clenching wet heat, and Din gets an entire afternoon's worth of the best meal he's had since before his baby was born.

Fennec develops a predictable borderline obsession with Paz's massive milkies.

Everyone refuses to thank Adenn.

Paz: I love my perfect little baby who fits in my enormous hands

Everyone else: This is the biggest damn baby to be born this side of the Rim is she half giant what are her bones made of is she never full why is she so heavy

Adenn: I am so smart

#monsterfucker au #cw lactation #cw pregnancy #and then there was ad'ika #bobapaz #pazbobadinfennec #fluff and domesticity #somebody get this baby a pacifier

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