#mommywife is literally RIGHT THERE

[comebackali]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala Additional Tags: Lactation Kink, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Pregnant Sex Series: Part 7 of Promptober 2022 Summary:

It's just… they’d gotten bigger, and Anakin was never the type of person to covet the unrealistic bodies he saw on the holos, but where Padme’s breasts had once fit neatly into his palms, they gradually began to overflow past the reaches of his fingers as her pregnancy settled into the second trimester.

Day 7: Lactation (Kinktober)

Author’s Note: The fact that there are no lactation kinks involving Padme on ao3 is astounding. Not one fic where the og star wars mom lactates. Can’t believe I have to do everything around here smh

[iwaasfairy]

Different anon here but now I have Thots. 👀 Atsuko being so pleased that he and his mom are finally going to be on their own together and he can finally, finally have her all to himself like it always should have been. But then she gets snap remarried to some man and it has Atsuko seething.

The old fart has a cute daughter, not nearly as beautiful as his mom but not terrible. He could do worse for a step-sister. And seeing his mom hang off of another man is really starting to get under his skin and his doe-eyed airhead sister seems like she could be useful, so he starts doting on her in all the ways he wants to do to his mom. He acts like he doesn't see the way she looks at him when he's brushing his knuckles against his sister's jaw, using a sweet voice that only she was supposed to hear after getting her pretty pussy split open.

But then his mom backs off. Like it was better for him to be toying with his step-sister than his own mother. So Atsuko decides to kick it up a notch. You have to pretend you don't see the hickeys on your step-daughter's neck. Act like her shyly looking away from you when Atsuko has his arm draped over her shoulders isn't something you're all too familiar with.

And it all comes to a head when Atsuko finally has enough. Step-dad is out drinking leaving his precious mother all lonely again. Too bad. Atsuko ends up his step-sister laying over your lap, in your bed, in his "step-dad's" bed and fucking her from behind, telling you that this could have been you. Should have been you.

But now you have to watch some little ditz half your age get the dick he only ever wanted to give to you. She's so out of it she doesn't even understand the fact that Atsuko is talking to you, telling you how much he loves his mom's pussy and this little cocksleeve he's got right now just isn't enough.

But mommy's been bad, so she doesn't deserve it. If he has to watch another man put his hands all over his little mommywife, you don't get to complain about him breeding some little tramp either. (He would never but if hearing it will make you behave it's worth it)

Pretends to be shocked when after barely six months of marriage you're filing for divorce.

Okay I literally needed to take several breaks during this bC (╥ᆺ╥；) pJKSKDODOSjkss I dONT KNOW WHY IM,,, this just,, PUSHED MY BUTTONS SO MUCH AND I HAVE NO EXPLANATION AT ALL so I’ll just let you all enjoy this 💘💕💓 bc as much as I don’t wanna be cucked I can actually see this happening if he’s really upset,, you already know he’s petty enough to do it

[imjuststiney]

Here on AO3

Let’s talk about Richie going on tour after defeating IT and being able to drop in on the rest of the Losers all over the country. And I mean *ALL* of them including Stan and Eddie because the only thing dead in this AU is that sloppy bitch Pennywise and Eddie’s marriage to his MommyWife Myra.

The first stop for Richie's ‘Let’s get one thing straight - I’m Not’ tour happens to be near Ben and Bev, which has him fucking STOKED. He’s pumped to be on a tour that consists solely of HIS OWN MATERIAL and he’s even more excited because Eddie’s got a break from Med School so he’s able to come along for three weeks before he has to go back to their place in Chicago. 

And yes Eddie’s in fucking med school cause DAMN RIGHT he is. After the shit they went through with Pennywise he couldn’t take it anymore and blew his whole “safe” life to smithereens and finally went after a HAPPY life. Which included a career he was actually interested in and being with someone he actually loved, a.k.a., Richie.

Opening night comes and Richie doesn’t admit it out loud but he’s nervous. His new stuff is mostly about a childhood that he finally fucking remembers and there’s Ben and Bev, two of the people who participated in most of the newly recalled events, beaming at him from the front row.

He doesn’t have anything to worry about though, because the show’s a hit. The entire venue laughs their asses off even when he delves into weird shit like sewer dwelling, child eating space clowns. It’s clearly a metaphor and sometimes childhood trauma just be like that.

The four of them head out for dinner and drinks and then afterward even more drinks to the point they end up piling into the back of an honestly too cramped Lyft, What’s the matter, Eddie Spaghetti? I can’t keep you outta my lap at home, to head to Ben and Bev’s place.

And it’s a place alright. Absolutely gorgeous with huge open spaces and floor to ceiling windows that have Richie proclaiming he’d better get screwed against the one in the guest bedroom before the end of the night.

While uproariously laughing, Bev calls a tie between Eddie, Oh my God we literally just walked through the door can you not give our friends graphic details of our sex life, you asshole and Ben, I designed and built this house with my own two hands please don’t defile it with your bodily fluids and dick prints, on who threatens him with bodily harm the fastest.

The next morning, wayyyyyyyyy too early, Ben’s knocking at their door and Eddie’s getting out of bed to do something obscene like yoga at the ass crack of dawn, as if they’re not well into their 40s and just drank the entire night away.

The pair of disgusting health nuts have barely left the vicinity when Bev’s poking her head in and groggily questioning whether Richie’s naked beneath the covers. 

For you, I can be in two seconds.

I don’t think my poor heart could take it. Bev responds; climbing in beside Richie and cuddling up against him before promptly falling back to sleep.

Later on when everyone’s more or less sober, they spend the day hanging out.  Catching up with each other’s lives and just enjoying each other’s company.  

Ben and Richie sharing a look over lunch that’s, Holy shit after nearly 30 years we get to have this while Bev and Eddie are all Our parents may have fucked us up and made us think we weren’t deserving of this, but we are and it’s good.

By the time the sun is setting there’s a different city waiting, another show to put on tomorrow so Ben and Bev send Richie and Eddie on their way with hugs and promises to see each other soon.

***** Stan’s stop

[imjuststiney]

Stan’s stop on Richie’s post IT Chapter 2 comedy tour in my “The only thing dead is that sloppy bitch Pennywise and Eddie’s marriage to his MommyWife Myra” AU.  

Ben and Bev here. 

AO3

“I’m gonna tell the booby story while I’m here in Atlanta.”

Eddie’s silent on the other end of the phone as Richie winds his way through the overcrowded, chaotic hellscape that is Hartsfield–Jackson Airport. 

“Eds?” Richie questions at the same time laughter breaks on the line. 

“Holy shit. I just remembered. Stan’s gonna kill you.” Eddie confirms just as Richie catches sight of said best friend.

A little embarrassment is the least Stan deserves, Richie thinks as Stan comes into full view where he’s standing near the baggage claim carousels. 

Perfectly pressed khakis and freaking granddad cardigan; face stoically set as he holds a sign high enough for everyone in the bustling vicinity to see.

Congratulations on completing rehab, AGAIN, Richie.

From the time his family left Derry when he was 16 until just two years ago, Richie had forgotten what it was like to have a best friend.

Not that he didn’t have friends over the last 26 years. He had, of course, but it was a different kind of friendship. Even without taking their killing a killer intergalactic clown bond into account. 

It was like no time has passed since he and Stan had met that first day of kindergarten. Except now there was the awesome added bonus of Stan having a wife that was an AMAZING cook and for some crazy reason, really liked Richie. 

"Dude, I'm running away with your wife." Richie confesses through a mouthful of stuffed French toast. 

"I'll miss you but it's for the best." Patty chuckles; placing a kiss to Stan's cheek as she puts a full plate in front of him. 

"Have you discussed this arrangement with your husband yet?" Stan counters and Richie starts choking on the latest bite he's just shoveled into his mouth. 

"Husband? We're not... I mean... Eds hasn't been divorced a year, yet. Plus, he probably doesn't even want..." Richie's red faced rambling provokes an all too familiar eye roll from Stan as he meticulously cuts into his own breakfast. 

"I can't believe after everything you're still the same idiot you were at 12."  

*** 

"Babe, I can't find my fucking pants!" Richie shouts; digging one hand through his duffel bag while the other holds onto his phone as he FaceTimes Eddie.

"This is why you shouldn't just dump shit into your bag, Rich.” Eddie groans, shoving his textbook away as he determinedly squints at the screen through reading glasses that Richie absolutely does not find sexy in the least. “Let me see." 

Richie turns his phone toward his bag as he continues to paw through its contents. 

"Jesus, I'm gonna start packing for you." Eddie's tinny sigh of resignation fills the guest bedroom. "Richie, what the fuck?! Your toothbrush is literally laying in your underwear. You're disgusting." 

"I swear I packed them. That's it, I'm just gonna have to go on stage pantsless." Richie gestures at himself and the pair of threadbare Star Wars boxers he's currently wearing. "This will, for sure get big laughs." 

"Your pants?" Stan's voice questions from the hallway. "They're hanging on the closet door." 

Richie whips around to see his jeans hanging, pressed and crisp right in his fucking face. "Dude, did you iron my jeans?" 

"Richie, they were wrinkled from being rolling up in a ball in your bag." Stan points out as he steps into the room. "Were you seriously gonna wear them like that?"

"At least someone's got common sense!" Eddie crows victoriously. "Flip the phone around, dipshit." 

Stan waves once Eddie comes into view. 

"Thank you, Stanley." 

Richie rolls his eyes and hands the phone over to his best friend so he can continue to get dressed while Stan and Eddie launch into a whole conversation about the proper amount of starch for denim. 

*** 

"Growing up my best friend, Stan; who's here tonight, by the way, was fucking OBSESSED with birds. Used to carry this gigantic bird book around with him everywhere. When we were 12 he almost killed me with that book." Richie pauses while the audience chuckles. "No, seriously I'm surprised I didn't end up in the ER with concussion after he hit me in the back of the head with it. Just because I'd asked to see his boobies." 

A picture of two Blue-footed boobies flashes on the screen behind Richie as the crowd roars with laughter. 

"YES! FINALLY!!” Richie fist pumps the air. “After 30 years and all it took was me telling the story of his foray into adolescent attempted murder to get him to show me his pair!" Richie laughs excitedly as the picture cuts away to reveal Stan in the front row flipping him both middle fingers.