#galactorrhea

[certifiedsexed]

Is it normal for my body to make enough prolactin to have me leak a tiny tiny bit of that white milky stuff out one of my breasts if I'm a trans guy 2 testosterone doses in? (tri menstrual shots, intramuscular nebido)

Woke up and realized that was going on (it's giving me horrible dysphoria) it's happened to me before, but before I was taking T (I did ask a doctor back then, they said it was normal but sent me to take a mammal ultrasound anyway to rule off anything and I didn't go lol)

I'm just sort of like really worried my last shot didn't work properly? it didn't feel like the first one as it was going in (I didn't feel the greasy stuff at all, it just sort of hurt-burnt like when you get a scratch) and I had a very very tiny pimple-like bump on the injection zone for like 2 weeks. I figured I'd convince myself it was alright since it did change my urine smell immediately like the first time and my period flow went down a lot; but now this happened and I'm second guessing myself like Maybe I haven't really had changes since the first dose! and stuff like that.

That'd really fucking suck if it didn't work because holy shit nebido is EXPENSIVE

Btw no chance I'm pregnant, I'm gay t4t

That's not really supposed to happen, not just because you're on testosterone. Your breasts really aren't supposed to be leaking milk period unless you're pregnant/breastfeeding.

Taking T doesn't make much of a difference, it's something that can occur regardless of that so I really don't think its because your testosterone isn't working. If this is the only reason you're worried about your testosterone, I'd rest easy.

[Though you can mention the bump on the injection zone to your doctor and ask if that's a concern! Always good to check.]

Your testosterone aside, you might want to talk to a doctor and actually do some testing for your breasts leaking if you can afford it.

Often, galactorrhea [A condition where your breasts leak milk/milk-like liquid] is a hormone issue (though not with testosterone) and it can be treated.

It can be caused by a lot of things, like a benign tumor, antidepressants, birth control pills, or even just touching your breasts excessively and it's usually a good idea to at least know what's causing it (especially since it's giving you dysphoria!) even if you don't plan on getting treated.

Hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions. <3

[thescrumblingmidwife]

is it normal for your breasts to leak if you've never had kids? (17)

Hi Anon,

What you're referring to is called galactorrhea. We break the causes down into physiologic (caused by a normal physical process, usually pregnancy and lactation), pharmacologic (caused by a medicine), or pathologic (caused by an underlying disease or disorder somewhere in the body).

There are a few physiologic causes of galactorrhea in a nulligravid (never-pregnant) person, and sometimes the cause is just "idiopathic" (it's your normal but we don't know why). That said, it's not typical, and your doctor will want to rule out any pathologic causes. Most causes are totally benign (not a risk to your health), but it's good to know why it's happening.

Your doctor will want to take your medical history and ask you about your menstrual cycle, any other symptoms you might be having, as well as some questions about what the discharge is like, whether it comes from both breasts, whether you need to touch your breasts for it to come out or if it does it spontaneously, etc. Your doctor will also do an examination and a little bloodwork to see if you have hyperprolactinemia (too much of the hormone prolactin). If you do have elevated prolactin, they may want to do more bloodwork or imaging of your head to see if you have a small benign (noncancerous) tumor on the pituitary, called a prolactinoma. The treatment for this is usually just some medication. It's nothing to be afraid of.

Please let your pediatrician/doctor know the next time you see them!

[the-african-doctor]

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[lilaccmilk]

https://www.tumblr.com/lilaccmilk/764020207307177984/couldnt-stop-looking-at-her-t-t-t-t-face

Okay, but what about when he learns about inducing lactation? If he’s that obsessed with her breasts, she’s bound to start lactating.

a/n: i loved writing this!!! ps. i got this information from the internet, so i apologise for inaccuracies 😭😭

content warning: lactation kink, reader is a female, reader has boobs, nipple stimulation ig?

Galactorrhea is a condition that causes your breasts to leak milk when you aren't pregnant or haven't recently given birth. Excessive breast stimulation among other things may contribute to galactorrhea.

this was written as part 2 to this fic i guess

At first you were hella confused, were you pregnant? But no, lactation doesn’t happen until 16th week of pregnancy. Moreover, he shouldn’t be able to get you pregnant.

Your periods coming the next day proved you wrong. You told your merman boyfriend (who was obsessed with your boobs) to leave your boobs alone for sometime.

5 days had passed by and it got too much. Your doctor told you it would go away on its own.

You called your boyfriend in, telling him about the condition. And oh boy, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

He was more than happy to help you with it. Your body was so fascinating to him. He started with making sure you’re laid out comfortably on the bed. Slowly kissing up the underside of your boobs. He wanted to take his time to worship your body.

He took your nipple in his mouth, softly sucking on it. One hand of his was palming and groping your other breast, the one his mouth couldn’t pay attention to.

He suckles on your nipple, while you whimper and stroke his hair. You were so wet, you wanted him inside you. The thing about him being a merman was that, he couldn’t exactly get you pregnant, that allowed him to cum inside you as many times as he wanted.

You grind your cunt against his thigh that was between your legs, to get some sort of friction.

He simply pinches your nipple as a warning to stay still. And switches to the other boob.

In conclusion, he spends almost one hour nursing on your boobs, before finally getting around to fuck you.

[astormofsilk]

Alys shifts to sit upright, yawning and stretching her body out. "She won't come." It was spoken through her yawn and she repeated herself once she was done. "The nurse is just here to attend to the birth and after birth, not nurse the child. I was the wetnurse here my love." Alys had been born with a condition that allowed her to produce milk without a child, so the other nurse stopped feeding.

"Here, give her over." Despite still being tired she knew her daughter needed to be fed, infants didn't feed for long so once she was attended to the girl would fall back asleep easily. "I'd rather her not scream any longer."

Aemond glanced at the door again, what was taking that damned nurse so long? Surely she could hear the baby. He feels Alys shifting next to him, its too late, she's woken. The concern for their child is evident in her voice and he untangles his arm from her to close the book on his lap.

"It's just begun." He assures, pushing the book to the side and bouncing the crying baby gently. "The wet nurse should be here any moment. Honestly she ought to just be in the anti chamber, I told her to wait there after she dressed the babe." She hadn't slept long enough, she'd had a long labor, he knew she needed more sleep. "Rest love, I shall see that this is taken care of."

[redditreceipts]

So this is the answer to an ask that @wild-wombytch has sent me, and I chose to answer it in this format because the original ask contains a link to a post that I'd rather not share, to maintain respectful of OP.

Thank you, I'm fine! and cool that you like the cat pictures ❤️ I'll make a separate post for you just containing cat pictures

and thank you so much for saying that! ❤️❤️

yeah, so @wild-wombytch refers to a post that deals with a person who got a tumor from HRT. They have made a post in a mainstream trans subreddit and the people on there got mad at them, because they didn't want to recognise the downsides of HRT:

So this is just a whole other level. People hating on OP because they got a brain tumor is so despicable. These people can rot in hell

(Also, if you want to use my post to make fun of OP for having a brain tumor, enjoy getting blocked 🥰 I try to make this a welcoming place for people who are transitioning, detransitioning or having problems with their medical transition. If you can't handle that, please fuck off)

The specific kind of tumor this person is talking about, a pituitary brain tumor, is (as stated) probably linked to HRT in trans women. This reminds me of the myriad of posts by trans women talking about galactorrhea. Galactorrhea refers to the spontaneous lactation without having given birth or breastfeeding a baby, which can occur in women and men. And what is the most common cause for Galactorrhea?

the most common cause of galactorrhea is a benign tumor in your brain. Even though benign tumors are not as dangerous as cancerous tumors, they can still cause severe dysfunction over time, because they can still grow slowly and compress vital areas of the brain. It's definetly not a topic to be joked about.

I was able to find a ton of "I am spontaneously lactating as a trans woman, is this normal"-posts in the span of seconds. Remember: Galactorrhea, a condition that is most commonly caused by a brain tumor. And what are the responses?

keep in mind: this person probably had not only been lactating, but even had blood in their nipple discarge. Up to a fifth of women who have that sign of discharge have a malignant cause for it - I can't imagine that the prospect for biological males on HRT is much better.

so yeah, instead of telling them to go see their doctor or anything, they link them to r/AdultBreastfeeding - it's a fetish subreddit for people who have a lactation fetish and want to induce lactation.

I mean, a large amount of the stuff I post here is kinda funny and absurd, but if you get a bit deeper in these online echochambers, it gets really dark real quick. Where did we go from "everyone should live their lives as they wish" to "downplaying brain cancer to own the terfs"? And this doesn't mean that every trans woman should immediately stop their HRT just to prevent that from happening. That's not what I'm saying here. I'm just saying that these people genuinely don't seem to care about anything other than their ideology, and even medical professionals are seen as "lying" and "bigoted", and people with brain tumors are accused of "attacking the trans community". How is this not a cult??

Also, I wish the person who made the original post all the best :) I hope they find people who support them and help them heal

[jboy44]

Ruby and Jaune show up holding adrian after being missing for a month.

Ruby holds out ring " okay at the dance someone spiked the punch so me and Jaune ended up married. It worked we keeping it. Then rubooty needs him. Anyway this is Jaune's son, my step son Adrian he is here as my sister in laws asked my husband to breed her wife. Now I have galactorrhea meaning never been pregnant yet my rose buds make milk. Do watch me breast feed my step son."

Ruby breast adrian who drinks the rose milk

Pyrrha faints broken hearted

Yang frozen and paler then weiss

Blake "..... I was flirting with the wrong sister

Coco "..... Awesome

Nora stunned unable to talk

Ren ".... DILF you say?

Weiss daddy issues activating

[adult-human-gc-female]

No, this is not just estrogen and progesterone that have to be injected to induce lactation in males.

These drugs have heavy side effects.

There are no studies of all of these drugs if they get into milk.

There are no studies of nutritional value of galactorrhea liquid.

Until it is not thoroughly researched and 100% proven that it's safe, it is considered as putting an infant at risk.

If it is proven to be safe, I'll be the first one to tender an apology and to advocate for lifting a breastfeeding burden from moms.

Until then, leaving a person that is not able to take care of themself in danger is considered a crime.

reading about this research paper on how to induce lactogenesis so that trans women (men) can breastfeed their babies had me realize that i'm part of the last generation of students who will have had biology classes (mostly) rooted in reality. wow.

[sparklecarehospital]

Does uni even have the ability to…. You know…..

the post is a joke about the fact the medicine risperidone is known to cause galactorrhea as one of its side effects, regardless of your AGAB

[antiterf]

https://www.tumblr.com/cordycepsfem/754132546867036160/trans-women-dont-provide-the-benefits-in-their

*sighs* I'm on Tumblr and doing this because I'm sick you know

"Only enough for supplementary feedings" yeah, a lot of cis women don't produce enough breast milk to adequately meet the needs of an infant as well. The study linked was about the amount and not contents. "Sure was enough to make her feel like she did something" when this was at the end of the post

Shows how little they're able to think about the snide comments and how they impact everyone who breast feeds.

When I mentioned a woman in my life, I was referring to my own mother. To give a hint on why I'm so adamant about this shit. This kind of stuff is questioning how well my own mother was able to take care of me and the adequacy of her womanhood.

The source relates back to studies that only measured 1 to 2 years max of being on estrogen. Full body fat and muscle redistribution takes an estimated 5-6 years.

Even in the cited study:

Next

Galactorrhea is brought up to show the existence of men producing milk. It's not an equivalent example to HRT that is monitored to be on the same levels that dyadic cis women typically have. "Cross sex hormones" we all have the same fucking hormones at different levels stop calling them that.

The link is about what's in breast milk generally. Not the inherent need for the relation of carrying the pregnancy yourself and having better breast milk... they know adoptive moms induce breast feeding themselves, right?

"Or if the drugs they take harm infants"

They are the same fucking drugs that cis women use for milk production. The link I gave for galactagogues gives an entire fucking list of drugs used for milk production.

I always hate the argument "if you need to be affirmed then maybe you're not what you think you are" I had to be affirmed in being disabled despite having end stage OA and can't stand for over an hour unhelped by anything without incredible pain. Bisexuals and aspec people are constantly told that we don't exist. It's so fucking ignorant and disrespectful.

"Experimental drugs" I'm going to scream.

You just insulted my own mother in so many ways that I'd ask her opinion about this but would probably give her a depressive episode by making her read it. I'm going to bite someone's head off.

[demxnicprxncess]

Hi! Sorry to bother, you really don't have to do this but if you don't find it disgusting, weird or repugnance I was thinking about something like Tate with a lactation kink. Since he has a mommy kink I was thinking about writing something like this would make sense, and I really like everything you write, I was just looking at your profile and you can already consider me your fan. You really don't need to write this, but if you did I would be really happy because it sure would be perfect! ♥️

Alright I'm gonna do this as the reader has Galactorrhea which is when you produce milk without being pregnant.

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Mommy's Milk| Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lactate Kink, Mommy Kink, Boob worship, Nipple play? Mommy issues, Cock warming, soft smut? sex, wet dreams, cream pie.

I walked in the house waiting for my boyfriend to pop up. I had gotten this house when my parents died in a car crash. "Momma" I turned my head to face the boy with tears in his eyes. "Tate?" He walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist his face buried in my breast. "What happened baby?" He sniffled softly, "Constance." I rubbed soft circles on his back kissing the top of his head. "Wanna talk about it?" He started pawing at my breast shaking his head no. I went to pull his hand off my boob, but he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Momma, I'm thirsty..." I looked down at the boy nestled into my boobs. "C'mon baby." I walked him to our room and laid on the bed, I slid off both my shirt and my bra. "I want to feel you too..." I smiled at him slipping off my pants and panties too, watching as he joined me, naked in the bed. He slid himself between my legs and then into me, letting out a faint moan followed by a whimpered out "Momma" I started to rub his back, his lips attached to my breast, and he let out a muffled moan and just rested in me while sucking at my breast, drinking the milk that came out. I heard soft snoring after a while, the sucking come to bit of a stop. He had fallen asleep just like a baby would. I went to push his off gently but then remembered his cock was still in me. I then heard him whimpering softly making me look at him, I felt him slowly push his hips into me making me moan and wake him up. "C'mon baby wake up; I need you up." He stirred in his sleep a bit before looking at me. "Momma I need you..." I smiled at him as he pushed his lips back onto my sensitive nipple and started pushing in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned at the feelings he made me feel. He kept sucking at the milk that came out of my boobs and into his mouth, drinking it as much as he could while still moving in and out of me gently. "Momma I love you so much. I'd never hurt you on purpose." "I know baby, momma knows." His thrust got deeper before I spilled on him and him into me. My insides now painted with his warm, wet, seed filled cum. "Tate I'm sore." He whined before detaching from my breast. "Sorry..." I smiled and rubbed his before telling him sweet nothing and cuddling him, while he still was inside of me, one hand still on my breast.

[elvis-elk]

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

Hello hello, I’m not dead HAH. Guess what, I DID THE FIC. Might not be appealing to some, but I thought the idea was interesting. Deals with galactorrhea, which is just people inadvertently lactating. I’m still working on some other drafts, but college is slightly being in the way, but expect some new things soon!

Summary: You come home tired from a laboring day at work, and Elvis seems to cheer you up.

Word Count: 3K

Rating: E (Explicit) 18+ only!!!

Warnings: Soft fluff, slight breeding kink, fingering, milk kink, stripping, teasing, a little bit of self-stimulation.

Let��s dive in, shall we?

Driving home after a long day of work, you worked yourself past the gates, and into the driveway to reach your home, Graceland.

It was late, a little bit after 7, and you normally always come home this late. But right now, your back was killing you.

Making your way out of the car and into the pristine mansion, you were greeted with one of Elvis’s good hearted chef’s that urged you to eat some dinner. So after stashing your belongings away, you willingly obliged and ate dinner relatively quickly.

Thanking the kind cook, your legs dragged themselves up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with The King. Your Elvis Presley.

He’d always be the one to come home horribly late or in the early hours of the morning, with him doing recordings and interviews and such.

But whenever you were with him, the time spent together was precious.

Sitting down on the bed, too worn out to change clothes, you stared at yourself in the full length mirror that was opposite of the bed.

Your eyes stared at your chest. With the work clothes clinging to you, they looked engorged. As you notice this, your head finds its way into your hands.

The problem was, you were inadvertently lactating. It’s somewhat an anomaly, but still plausible for women who weren’t pregnant. And you were 100% sure, you were not. You grew up with this, your doctor advising you that it was no side effect to any medication or clothing you’d wear. It wouldn’t always happen though, but you noticed it would happen on long days of work.

So, the best advice she had, was to not let your breasts become too enlarged by milking them. And in all honesty, it did the trick. It would never hurt either, it just became a chore you had to deal with. Elvis didn’t know this though.

You hadn’t told him because you thought he’d get weirded out. So before you’d ever see him, you’d make sure to “milk” yourself to look presentable. Which is why you were always lucky to be home before him.

But, not this time.

You heard one of Elvis’s expensive cars pull up into the driveway with some others, him getting out and talking to them saying goodnight while they pulled off. He eventually made his way up the front of Graceland’s stairs.

Fuck.

You shuffled over to the window to see if your ears were deceiving you, but, they weren’t. You had zero time whatsoever to deal with your chest and you were scared.

Backing away from the window, your ears perked when you heard Elvis’s booming voice come up the stairs as he greeted the others working in the house. You could see his shadow through the bottom of the door, and he politely knocked, asking if he could come in.

Shoot, he knows you’re home.

Already being caught, and not wanting to upset the man you loved, you called to him saying he could come in. You rushed over to the dresser, grabbed a small towel, and quickly sat back on the bed. You slowly started to wiped off the makeup you wore using the same mirror you stared hopelessly at beforehand, making it seem like you’ve been there for a while.

Opening the door, Elvis waltzes into the room, guitar case in hand, wearing one of those beautiful bright colored suits of his.

“Evening sweetie,” he croons while going to put his guitar case to the side. From your view through the mirror, his face was slightly sweaty, eyes drooping, and his walk lazy. He looked so tired, and you felt so bad. You wanted to walk right up to him and give him as much comfort as you could, but even you were dealing with your own problems at the moment.

“Hey Elvis, welcome home love, ” your voice came out soft, so quiet. Exhaustion laced in your words. He noticed this and turned to look at your sitting figure. Even though he looked worn out, he still always managed to have some type of energy in him.

“Sweetie what’s got you all bothered, hmm?” he questioned, slowly making his way over to you.

You started to internally panic, trying to cover your chest in any way you could. Should’ve grabbed a blanket or coat or something, you thought. That would’ve made this much easier.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” he reaches you and sits down, the bed shifting due to his added weight on the edge.

You really, really hoped, he didn’t notice, but you still reply to him.

“N-nothing Elvis, just a, a tired day is all,” your voice cracked, making him slightly more worried. “You should worry about yourself right now love.”

“If they’re making you overwork again Lord have mercy-“ he started to shake his fist in the air, an attempt of showing his disdain for your workplace.

“Elvis it’s fine, I promise,” you drop your hand with the rag to the side, your other hand gently grabbing his fisted hand. This caused you to slightly turn your body towards him, and that’s when he discreetly got a good look at your chest. There’s no way he couldn’t not see.

Shit, you fucked up.

“There’s gotta be something on your mind,” he moves to sit behind you, crotch pressing against your bottom as he stares into the mirror looking at you.

“What do you mean, Mr. Presley?” you feigned innocence, crossing your arms over your chest. He had his hands behind him, leaning back slightly onto the bed as his groin pressed into you further.

“You just sound so tired sweetie,” he keeps his crotch pressed against you as he leans back up, your back coming into contact with his chest. Wrapping his arms around your waist, accentuating your breasts further. This man knows what he’s doing, you almost begin to sweat.

“Yeah Elvis, maybe it’s time for some rest,” you try and curve him off, but as you go to stand up, he softly pulls you back down.

“But sweetie, I never get to come home this early. I feel like I’ve been neglecting your needs,” he looks at you through the mirror again, honesty ringing clear in his voice. He clings to you tighter, his chin nestled in the crook of your neck so that he can still stare at you. His legs close in around the outside of your thighs.

Basically, you were trapped.

“Elvis, love, you’re too busy so it’s fine. I understand, it’s your job,” you grasp for one of his hands, slowly rubbing your thumb back and forth over his knuckles. His eyes follow your finger’s movements. He squeezes you even more.

“But my job’s also to take care of you~” he mutters into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek and taking your hand in his own. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach, Elvis always making you feel like a little schoolgirl. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, the defensive barrier that you put around yourself faltering.

“And that also means I have to take care of these,” one of his hands moved to grab and squeeze one of your breasts. You whine out, back arching forward as it felt sore, yet so good.

“Elvissss,” you mewl, trying to push him away but your attempts failed. His hand never left, and to make it worse his other hand had grabbed your other lonely breast. Watching your reactions through the mirror, he decided to give your chest one firm squeeze, which shot your eyes open.

“You think I wouldn’t notice these? What’d you do hmm??” he breathed in between kisses on your neck, squishing your mounds even more.

You struggle within his grasp, the feeling pleasurable, yet you’ll know what’ll happen if he squeezes too hard.

“I, I-“ you couldn’t even talk straight, his touch felt intoxicating. You could feel everything, even through the thickness of your clothes. Your nipples started to feel hot.

“Tell me, you got anything done to yourself? Wanted to please me?” he asked, genuinely curious to hear your answer. His hands moved to work on getting your clothes off, his fingers working on the buttons of your coat.

“Wh-what, what do you mean?” you still tried to wave it off, but it just didn’t work. His hands slinked towards the bottom of your shirt, looking in the mirror your chest was pressed against the fabric. His fingers slowly hooked under the material and wiggled it off your figure.

Your chest was on full view for his hungry eyes. Your breasts pressed into the figure of your bra, swollen almost. Elvis’s pupils dilated, eyes widening at the sight. His hands trailed their way over and up your waist to cup both of your breasts.

“Elllviss, careful, this is my new bra,” you complain.

“And what do you mean by that now?” he stopped his kisses, and looked back into the mirror, giving your breasts an experimental hard squeeze.

Your hands gripped hard onto his thighs as, just as you’d expected it, you began to leak. One of your hands came up to cover your mouth, Elvis missing the warm touch of your palm. Milk had slowly started to seep into the fabric of the bra, a wet spot being evident. Elvis’s eyes light up for a second, before those crushing blue orbs were covered in lust.

One of his hands gently gripped the hand that covered your mouth.

“I’ll be asking you questions later lovely, but right now, let’s take care of you~”

His other hand left your chest, but you still couldn’t move since his thighs were still enclosed around you. You were wearing a skirt, so he pulled the edges up to reveal your panties. He slid the crotch to the side. The hand that still held yours pulled your hand down.

“Touch yourself sweetie, and watch the mirror while you do it,” he commanded. His hand still firmly gripped yours, not leaving just yet, urging you to do the deed.

His palm was now on the back of your hand, his fingers draping over your own. Middle and ring fingers pressing together, he pushes yours and his in at the same time past your dripping folds, causing you to arch your back away from his chest.

Four fingers.

All at once.

Your pussy ached, the feeling of something inside of you relieving. Your jaw went slack as soft moans started to escape from you, body slumping into Elvis’s.

“That’s right now there ya go, relax sweetie, fuuuck,” he whispered lovingly into your ear, his hips pressing into your ass.

His fingers were already more slender, yet thicker than your own, but now as he guided your own fingers inside of you, you thought it was an added bonus. His other hand retreated back to one of your breasts, molding against it to see if anything else would happen.

Opening your eyes, looking into the mirror, it was a sight. Elvis’s hand with yours inside of you, him leaning over and into your neck to press open mouthed kisses on the tender skin, his hand squeezing your breast nonstop.

All the attention was on you.

He wasn’t satisfied yet though, feeling his dick press against you through the suit’s pants, he was a bit far from done.

“Come this way, look at me sweetie,” he turns you so you’re looking at him. His fingers left yours, feeling empty. You decide to shimmy off your skirt, as Elvis wanted to take off your bra.

Before you could protest, he’s as fast as can be with the bras clasp on your back, the material falling onto the bed. Your tits were protruding out at him, milk slightly leaking. He begins to smirk, as he pulls you from the edge, and presses your back against the bed.

“Let’s see what you taste like here hmmm?” his head dips down, mouth latching into one of your nipples, sucking fiercely on it. You threw your head back, one hand clutching the sheets as the other continued circular motions on your clit.

His mouth ravished you, even slurping up the bits of milk the seeped out from you. Jesus Christ was this really happening? He moved between your breasts, leaving trails of saliva in between.

“It’s not fair,” you whined. He peeks his head up, wondering what you meant. You reached to lightly tug on his suit’s sleeve.

“Hmmm, alright then. But I get to take it off,” he muses, watching your reaction. There was hunger in your eyes, but could wait. You’d wait all night if it meant seeing his gorgeous figure.

He leans back onto his calves, his thighs slightly spreading as he did so. His calloused hands working on the small buttons that brought his jacket together. He kept his gaze on you, smirking, but your eyes were focused on his working hands. As well as the prominent bulge that shown through his pants. Slinking his jacket off, throwing it somewhere, he splays his hands over his chest.

“Just imagine,” his voice came out sultry, smooth like silk, his hands grip onto his pecs through the lace shirt he was wearing, the tent in his pants growing from his self-stimulation. “What my hands would look like all over that pretty little body of yours.”

You were anxious for his touch, but you were his good girl. His patient girl. You continued to finger yourself, but did zero grumbling.

His lace shirt was unbuttoned as it fell off of him. Chest exposed, his hands still stayed moving. Slowly making their way to the top of his pants, making sure you wait even longer.

The whole time you were watching him, but at this point you were so touch starved that you threw your head back in anguish.

“Did I say to stop looking sweetie?” Elvis’s hand grabs your chin and raises it up to meet his eyes, his stare piercing through you.

Shaking your head no, he lets go of you and goes back to his pants. Finally unbuttoning and peeling the fabric off, he was only in his boxers.

“Better?” he motions to himself, smirking as he did so. As you nod your head yes, he crawls back over to you.

“Take um off for me?”

Uhm, fuck yes.

Your fingers stopped their ministrations on yourself and rushed to the waistband. But not wanting to seem too desperate, you pulled them off slow, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

He started panting, watching your fingers just glide over his cock, not paying it any attention.

After taking it fully off of him, your hands reached for his face. He leans over your figure, bracing himself on his hands. He takes the fingers that were inside of you and sucks them, wiggling his tongue around to lick up your juices.

You start to giggle as it tickles, and he stops.

“C’mere,” he dips his head to your lips, making you taste yourself.

His hips move towards your core, his dick pressing into your thighs. Hands finding their way back to your chest, he goes back to groping and squeezing at them.

Your body felt hot. Unbearably so. You couldn’t stop moving and writhing underneath his body. He then unlatched from your lips to move to your breasts once again, but before he did, he lined his cock near your pussy.

He gazes at you, lust swirling around in his stare. Blinking, his head slightly tilts as he gives an earnest smile.

“My good girl~”

And at the same time, he slides into you and begins locking his lips on your nipples. His hips jutted back and forth, rocking your body against the sheets.

You lean your head back, it slightly falling off the side of the bed. Opening your eyes, you see the mirror.

Dear Lord.

From this angle, even with it being upside down in your vision, you could see Elvis tending to you. Caressing your chest, sucking and nipping on your nipples, tasting the milk that seeped from them. His hips moving up and down in the air, not showing any sign of stopping just yet.

He moaned against your tits, continuing to suck and squeeze some of the milk from you. At some point, his hands moved away to pull your body back onto the bed, pinning both of your wrists to the sheets, his mouth the only thing moving on you.

“That’s right sweetie,” he gasped between moans, seeing how you shut your eyes in bliss. “Tell me how good I fuck you, yeah?”

“So- aH! So, good mmmm,” every thrust he made into you stuttered your speech. He hit that sweet, deep spot inside of you every. single. time.

“Taste so good, making me act up,” he murmured against you, feasting on your breasts. “All hot and bothered~” You thought he’d be appalled, but, seeing him continue to love on you, he was the same Elvis you knew.

“Please, I-, mmm,” you were close already, feeling a little pathetic that you were unraveling at the seams.

“It’s alright sweet,” he bucks his hips into you more fervently, making sure you get your high. “Let yourself go~”

Your hands balled into fists, legs trembling, eyes screwed shut, gasps and moans erupting from you, your chest heaved against his hungry lips.

Your insides twisted, the coil that formed continuously growing, reaching the high you desperately chased after. Your cunt ached from how hard he was pushing into you, your tits felt so hot from all the attention they were getting from him.

“Elvissss!” you whined out, reaching your apex in mere seconds. Juices leaked from your pussy, coating his pelvis that still continued to move. Your legs fell limp against the bed, head falling back onto the sheets as he submerged his dick as far as he could into you, reaching his climax a while after.

His head lay resting on your chest, while you continued to stare at the ceiling trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Nng, sorry sweetie, lemme get off ya,” he grunted out, voice tired, his arms moving to push himself away.

“..no,” your voice came out soft, hoarse. A hand gently moved to lightly grab at his bicep to stop him from leaving.

He looks back down at you, head tilted to the side as he gave you a lopsided grin. Milk dripped from his lips, but he didn’t care. His face falters as he notices something.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” you ask, frightened of what his answer could be.

He shifts his body to move his face closer to you, and so that he could bring both of his hands to your face.

“Sweetie you’re crying,” he says in disbelief, slightly chuckling as he wipes the tears away with his fingers. “What’re ya crying for?”

It hadn’t dawned upon you that your eyes had started to water, so you started to giggle as a way of trying to wave it off. He continued to wipe any more tears that had escaped.

“I was just, scared,” you smile up at him.

“Hey, don’t you be crying over no spilled milk now, y’hear?” he joked, fingers moving to squish your cheeks. “Ain’t nothin to be afraid of when I’m here.”

This boy was too charming and funny, dear Lord how did you bag him?

“I trust you,” letting your doubts be carried away, your arms wrap around his neck to bring him into a kiss, both of your lips moving in tandem.

He pulls away as he needed to breathe in some air, but not without inserting a quip.

“Taste good, don’t it?”

You start to laugh as his smirk widens, your hands gently swatting at him. “If I’m ever hungry again, I’ll just find my way over to you yeah?”

He cuddles up against your figure and presses kisses all over your face.

Yeah, you’d let him get another taste. Maybe you’d be able to taste him as well.

[chibimui]

The Apothecary Diaries LN2 Thoughts - Ch16-17

Volume 2: Prologue-ch5 - ch6-7 - ch8-9 - ch10-12 - ch13-15

In hindsight, I really should've just put my thoughts/observations for Ch16 in my previous post, because the meat of this post is basically entirely about chapter 17. I didn't think I'd have so much to say about this chapter, but apparently I had a ton. Genuinely not the chapter I thought I would have so many thoughts on.

As usual, click the read more if you enjoy reading my ramblings.

(Warning: These thoughts may contain spoilers from later light novels all the way up until LN15.)

Chapter 16 - Paper

This is one of those chapters where, when you first read it you think it's just a nice innocent transition chapter where you get to learn a bit more about a side character--and currently it is very much that. Like many things in The Apothecary Diaries though, things from earlier chapters always tend to come back. In this case we actually will get to visit The Quack's family and their paper-making business a few novels later. I really like that. On re-read it makes this chapter more charming somehow.

Things I actually noted down though: I found it hilarious that the first thing Maomao does when she gets to the infirmary is clean. And she's not even happy about it, but she just cannot not do something. She even forgets herself for a moment and gives the poor doctor a look "normally reserved for Jinshi", which is also just hilarious phrasing in of itself when you think about it.

It really hits home that the way she looks at Jinshi is probably a) pretty damn rude and b) somewhat out of character for Maomao from the POV of other people. Say what you will about their relationship at this point, but whatever she has going on with Jinshi is certainly very unique between the two of them.

Chapter 17 - How to Buy Out a Contract

Lihaku returns! We always love Lihaku in this household. I do wonder when/if he's finally ever going to be able to buy out Pairin. If there's any relationship that has been an equally long slowburn compared to JinMao - it's this one.

What I really enjoyed about this chapter though was that we actually get a lot more specific details about Pairin and her circumstances at the Verdigris House.

I really do love how The Apothecary Diaries talks about sex work and is properly sex work positive. It shows us that yes, the work itself can be quite exploitive and often puts the women involved in dangerous positions, but it also is realistic in recognizing that there will always be sex workers, that there are ways sex workers can be protected--like at the Verdigris House--and it goes a step further to also show that there can be people--like Pairin-- who are in it purely because they enjoy it. That representation is just as important.

We also learn that Pairin was the one who breastfed Maomao and that Maomao low-key sees her as a mother-figure and I've always found that really sweet. I also learned that the official term for individuals who lactate without being pregnant is "galactorrhea" or "lactorrhea". ~The more you know~.

Skipping over to the hilarious side though, once again this is one of my most favourite parts of the anime due to the sheer hilarity of Jinshi's jealousy and Maomao's poor ability to properly communicate. Jinshi is so upset at catching Maomao *ahem*, uh, examining Lihaku's body for, uh, "research purposes". Maomao has no idea why he's mad and Gaoshun is ascending into sainthood.

Truly a story in four parts. Someone save Gaoshun please. Or maybe not since he seems well on his way to achieving enlightenment, but the suffering. Oh the suffering.

I also found Jinshi asking Maomao if she can evaluate him by looking at his body interesting because Maomao reads it purely as jealousy (for the wrong reasons, but she's got the emotion right at least this time), whereas I wonder if Jinshi is also curious/worried that Maomao might be able to guess he's not a eunuch from his body. Especially considering Maomao has seen his body.

Fortunately Maomao is able to save herself juuuust in time before Jinshi spontaneously dies on the spot due to heartbreak by clearing the air that she's trying to match-make for Pairin, but oof that was a very close call.

The chapter continues onward with Jinshi's next move being to ascertain Lihaku's trustworthiness.

I also found Lihaku's thoughts on Jinshi really interesting because it's the first time we really get to see what someone outside of the rear palace thinks of Jinshi.

The line in particular about the rumors of Jinshi and the Emperor, while kind of funny, must also be so gross for Jinshi himself. Yes, Maomao has had similar thoughts but at least she had the grace to never voice them. The fact that there are rumors though mean there are others who have voiced them. Whoever indulged in spreading those rumors must have been horrified when Jinshi finally revealed himself as the Crown Prince.

Following that we get a more upfront description of Jinshi as he interacts with Lihaku. The sentence "Every motion he made was entrancingly elegant, yet also utterly efficient and precise" really struck me. For one, it shows how observant Lihaku actually is despite Maomao always describing him as a "dumb dog"--he's really not that dumb.

This observation though reads very much to me as "Jinshi" clearly being an act up to every single motion, every word, literally every breath he makes. It's all calculated, it's always in control, it's always Jinshi. The funny thing though is that as the novels progress, whenever Maomao refers to "Jinshi" I see that as being the truest version of himself. The man that Maomao knows as "Jinshi" not the one the Palace knows that is currently sitting in front of Lihaku today.

I also love how we get the confirmation that Lihaku is basically a 0 on the kinsey scale and 100% as straight as a straight man can be. We also get some blink and you'll miss lines about Lakan interestingly enough. There's some information that Lakan specifically imported and planted Big Leaf Hydrangea's from Japan, and apparently they signify "heartfelt emotion and apology". Oof.

I genuinely love how this detail would only be one a re-reader would really pick up on as the first hint that Lakan is maybe not who he appears to be.

Other things I enjoyed from this chapter that all occur in the anime so I'm not going to highlight too much:

Jinshi calling Lihaku "my boy" given I am pretty sure Jinshi is actually younger than him, but not 24 y.o eunuch Jinshi I guess.

Maomao directly being called a cat, as is her namesake, and Jinshi getting pissy when Lihaku follows his lead in referring to Maomao as a cat. SIR PLEASE.

Lihaku showing us all why he's a great dude because he's immediately prepared to throw hands w/ Jinshi, a direct superior who he knows is HIGH UP, if he insults Pairin AND him refusing Jinshi's offer which definitely won him some major respect points, both from me and clearly it won Jinshi over too.

(What a king ya'll. This is why we respect Lihaku in this house.)

And then this chapter ends with some foreshadowing into what the remainder of the novel is going to touch upon: the mysterious person who has been trying to buy someone out in the Verdigris House. I think this piece, combined with Lakan's bullying of Jinshi, is ultimately what gets Maomao to actually confront him. Both these things on their own, Maomao may have decided to just continue ignoring things. Lakan inadvertently creating so much fuss for literally everyone around her is something Maomao can't ignore any longer though given how much she personally dislikes imposing on others.

Anyway, I am actually ending my thoughts here because if I add my thoughts to chapter 18 on top of this, this post is going to get waaaaay too long. You'll see the post for ch18-19 up shortly since I actually wrote these all together.

[ch18-19]

[discoidal]

hi! you recently reblogged my post about writing and added "my mom asked me a few months ago why I keep writing about lactation". can you like say more about that

hi! this is mortifying and i apologize but that is a real thing i just keep writing shit about lactation. i had galactorrhea a couple years ago, which is basically nipple/milk discharge unrelated to any pregnancy or childbirth. it was fucked up. so i write abt it!

i had published a short story (this is how we get thru this) abt divine child pregnancy and now am working on and posting a very different story w different themes that also features lactation as a device (baby birds). Not a kink thing and i did not mean for it to be alarming or whatever.

[yourrescuemission]

i had to have a diagnostic mammogram today because of galactorrhea and it was unremarkable and thats good! not cancer! but unfortunately the testing did not definitely answer the question of why my body is doing that. so the most probable medical reason seems to be it is divine punishment for liking too many posts about wanting to see that man pregnant and lactating

[theysaidhush]

BoyFURends ? (It's lame but I kinda like it)

Listen, me and commitment have some beef so don't take my words seriously. But as I was writing Sunoo's tale as I like to call it, I got the dirtiest idea ever about TabbyCat!Jungwon whose favorite dish and drink is milk and who's very much infuriated with the new Cow!Reader who he knows has galactorrhea (producing milk even if you don't/never had child) or something like that cuz he can SMELL milk on her. At first he just wanted to suck on her tits, but then love ensues cuz only writing sex in established relationship (friends madly in love who act like bf and gf is an established relationship, fight me)

So get ready I might write a serie in this universe ???