#silicon-arrays

[jnthn2app]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/electromechanical--circuit-protection--tvs-diodes/lc03-3-3-tbt-semtech-5141093

Transient voltage suppressor diode, TVS diode application, Bi-directional TVS

LC Series 18 V 1800 W SMT Low Capacitance TVS for High Speed Interface - SOIC-8

[eric2bwodr]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/electromechanical--circuit-protection--tvs-diodes/sp4045-04atg-littelfuse-9097778

Silicon-avalanche diodes (SADs), Bidirectional TVS, Low Capacitance TVS

TVS DIODE 3.3V 7V 10MSOP

[attapullman]

During a visit in a sex shop A spots a weird toy. B suggests purchase as a joke. Little do they know A seriously wants to use it. With Bob?

this ask 🤝 my sleep deprived brain 🤝 hc that bob floyd is a little freak

18+ to be able to go on this ride

Drabble Day

It’s hard to tell which is more bright: the cherry red dildo you’re holding or the tips of Bob’s ears. He’s a prude by no means, but you slapping the silicone cock around to test the bounce has him flustered beyond belief.

“Can you please stop swinging that?” His gentle hands come up to stop you, but your grin grows evilly as you duck his hold. 

“You’re the one who wanted to get a gag gift for Jake’s bach party. I want to make an informed purchase!” He rolls his eyes at you and hesitantly glances at the store clerk for the umpteenth time. The college kid reading Frankenstein and eating chips hasn’t even noticed you’ve entered the store.

Walking further down the aisle, taking in the array of brightly colored cock rings and butt plugs and vibrators, you’re overwhelmed with options. If this girl is marrying Jake you want to get her something he can actually use in the bedroom. You’re already planning several funny size puns to put on the card.

As you weigh the pros and cons of a cheekily named ‘My First Bondage Kit’, you suddenly realize you’re in the aisle alone. No pink-eared husband in sight. “Bob?”

Hidden behind a display of sex swings, you find him standing in the ‘specialty’ toys. Glossy eyes lost in rapture, you expect him to be clutching the holy grail when he holds up what has caught his attention. But instead it’s a thick multicolored dildo, covered in rows of suckers and deep grooves, glowing brightly in his hand. The Tenta-Cock, the sign says.

“Sweetheart, that thing is the size of me. You’re going to scare Jake if you show up with that in a gift box,” you giggle. You admire his commitment to the joke, but a pair of nipple clamps was more than enough. His eyes drag away from the thick suction base and skim up your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips as your eyes connect. 

The weak flutter of his chest under his tshirt says it all.

“Not for Jake.”

You cock your head at him, stepping closer. The monster cock practically shines in his grasp. For such big hands, his fingers barely fit around the hefty base. Even the narrow tip of the tentacle is wider than your thickest vibrator.

Head fuzzy and heart pounding, the poor clerk isn’t prepared when you hastily shove The Tenta-Cock their way and your credit card. You can feel the air moving behind you as Bob twitches his dexterous fingers, anxious to get home. Jake’s gift is completely forgotten as you’re handed a plain paper bag that barely fits under Bob’s jacket. 

The speedometer in Bob’s truck is ten over the limit the entire drive home. You don’t reprimand him. Every minute away from the privacy of your bedroom is one too many.

[takamimami]

You had expected most of the changes that came with being a parent when it came to your husband, but no one could have prepared you for the effect having a daughter would bring upon Eustass 'Captain' Kidd.

You saw it immediately the first time he held her, the gentle look that washed over his face as he took in her small frame, the way his eyes sparkled as he cradled her in his arm and watched her sleep. You practically had to pry her from his arms whenever it came time to feed her, and when you would wake from your mid-day naps or return from running an errand you would seldom find her in her room - but always in her father's arms.

It was the subtle changes you'd noticed first, the silicone casing he'd made to go around his metal arm so he could still cradle her and use his other hand for various tasks, the sing-song voice he only spoke to her with, the conversations he had with the boys about "how to treat women" like he had been a saint his entire life (you'd let the boys believe that for their sake).

As she grew, you'd begin to see things you would have lost money betting on with the crew - Kidd huddled around a tiny table and getting proper tea time etiquette training from your 3-year-old, Kidd sat on the floor at the edge of your bed as your daughter tied an array of bows and ribbons into his hair, Kidd offering genuine and thoughtful comments on which dress suited your daughter better for whatever make believe event she was dressing up for.

Kidd loved all your children, and you knew the boys admired and adored their father to no end, always pestering him about sparring lessons and huddling in his workshop with him for hours at a time to help him finish various projects - but nothing will ever top the moment your little girl told Kidd she wanted a metal arm like her daddy.

"Daddy," she'd cooed, patting his chest as he held her in the kitchen while he searched for something to eat. "Why is your arm like that?"

He looked at her and flashed her a gentle smile, "Well, princess, your dad was a bit reckless when he was younger, and I lost my arm in a fight. So, I made myself a new one!"

She eyed the arm curiously, reaching down to touch the cool metal, "Does it hurt?"

His eyes softened, "Not anymore." He then held up his metal arm and flexed the hand for her, watching her eyes widen.

"I want a metal arm like you, Daddy! Can you make me one?"

Kidd was already halfway down the hall towards his workshop before she could finish the question, and the two of them didn't come out until much later into the night, both sporting matching metal prosthetics and talking about how cool it is to be "part robot".

It's 3am and I need to go back to sleep but here you go I guess :3 ✨come say hai :3✨ 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 4 - In plain sight.

Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: after getting the help of a friend to take pictures as a wedding gift to your fiancé, you get a little carried away and Levi just so happens to catch you, you discover two very important things that day… Levi loves watching you get yourself off and you love having him watch you get yourself off.

Word count: 1.6k

CW: modern AU, NSFW and adult content, slight nipple play, use of sex toys, anal play, anal sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, Exhibitionism.

You held up the leather belt and looked at is with fear, when you had asked Hanji to help you with a gift to surprise Levi, you didn’t expect this and now you were beginning to regret not turning to Erwin or even Miche instead. “Come on, put it on… didn’t you say Levi will be home in an hour and a half” they nodded, “Hanji, this is only belts and buckles, there is nothing to put on” you said as you started to strip down, “oh yeah, what about these?” They asked in a sarcastic tone before handing you stockings and heels. You took the stockings and slipped them on, before slipping the messy of straps and buckles that was the belt, and finally slipping on the heels.

you looked to Hanji and they smiled widely, “aww you look so sexy…!” They shout and moved closer to you, they hands moved to your waist, fixing the belt before their fingers danced up to your breast, Hanji cupped them and you squeaked trying to push them away, however they only pressed in closer and began pinching your nipple. “I’m making them perky and stick out, if I’m pinching to roughly I can suck on them” they explained in a seemingly serious manner and you shook your head, having them pinching your nipples was already too much, how could you stand having them sucked on, “that’s not necessary, it doesn’t matter” you spoke looked over to your coffee table were an array of toys and other items sat, “it might be, they’re just not stay up” Hanji hummed mostly to themselves and you finally gathered enough strength to push them back, “Levi with kill both of us if he catches you sucking on my breast… don’t be so lewd” you scolded your friend and they laughed, before pulling their phone from their pocket, “yeah probably, let’s get these photos out the way or Levi will actually kill me” they laughed and you nodded.

You knelt on the couch holding your cheeks spreading them and showing off the long string of thick beads coming out of your ass, your faced back at Hanji, looking at the camera in their hands as they snapped photos on you, “good now slowly pull on the beads until they’re out” they directed and you followed slowly pulling on the string of beads, you moaned as each bead popped out of you, until they were all out.

“That’s it, he’s gonna love this” they hummed and then began instructing you into another position. You now crouched on the coffee table and leant back on your hand, you were fully open and exposed to Hanji’s camera, you adjusted your hips and slowly sunk down on a thick dildo, it was girthy and long, with abnormal ridges all over it, it looked more like a strange blue horn made of silicon instead of a fake penis. Hanji continued taking photos of you all while you bounced and bucked on the dildo, you moaned loudly and cried out for your boyfriend, “you’re getting pretty excited… well I’m done with taking photos” Hanji smiled and placed their camera down, they looked at their phone, “uh oh, we took too long… how about I leave that with you and just give it back to me tomorrow when you’re all done with it” they laughed as they pointed to the messy dildo still suction-cupped to the table, you looked at them with a wide eye expression and grabbed the collar of their shirt, “shut up… don’t say that, it’s not like that” you sputtered out and they laughed even louder, “sure, looked have some fun with Levi tonight and I’ll drop of the edited pictures tomorrow” they smiled and pinched your hip before quickly ducking out of the way of your hand, they grabbed they back pack and ran to the door before quickly leaving calling out a quick goodbye before shutting the door behind them, you sighed and looked at the mess of used toys on the coffee table, your eyes drifted back to the dildo and you debate with yourself about what you should do, you walked back over to the table and knelt on it, you wrapped a hand around the thick silicone rod before you began to pump it, you then moved to squirt over it again and sunk back down on it.

You continued bouncing and rubbing your clit as you watched the front door waiting for your fiancé to get home, they you didn’t need to wait long as not even 10 minutes after Hanji had left, Levi was walking through the front door.

“I’m home…” Levi called before he stopped in the doorway and told in the site before him, there you were, his fiancée on his coffee table with nothing but a belt, some stockings and heels covering your very naked body, tears rolled down your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin and your cunt wrapped tightly around a dildo far too big for your body to be taking so willingly. Levi dropped his work bag and finally stepped in, he shut the front door and walked over to the couch, before sitting and allowing himself to admire your body and the wonderfully open position you had put yourself in, “was this little performance meant for me?” He asked undoing his tie, you weren’t sure how to answer because ‘yes’ in a way it was, as you were only like this to take the photos as a wedding present, but also ‘no’ because you had mostly just gotten carried away. “Hmm… I don’t like your silence” Levi tilted his head and you stiffened, “it was for you in a way but I got carried away” you explained and made a move to get off the table, but you were stopped “keep going… I like this, I wanna watch if you’ll let me… besides I’m too tired to have sex” he groaned and sat back getting comfortable, before he unbuttoned his shirt and pants, he removed his dress shirt and shifted his pants and boxer-briefs down his hips, you nodded and readjusted yourself and watched as your fiancé as he began pumping his flaccid cock, “go on then, get off for me… let me watch you cum all over that thing” he chuckled flatly and you nodded before setting back into your steady bouncing motion you once set for yourself before Levi arrived home.

You moaned loudly as you cupped your breasts while you bounced quickly, a wet sloppy noise filled the room and you began reaching yet another orgasm, “such a needy cunt…” Levi laughed as he lazily pumped his fist over his shaft, though despite the obvious lack of effort he was putting into rubbing himself, his cock was leaking so much pre-cum you were certain you’d be drowning in it if your mouth was wrapped around him, “you… it… much…?” You cried out a broken sentence, you’d found yourself having to choose between breathing or trying to moan out a sentence, and this amused Levi more than he cared to admit, “haha… you having a hard time baby” he stated flatly, but there was a hint of something that shone through.

You leaned back on your hands and rested your knees on the table, now grinding your hips up and down on the dildo, you found this position far more comfortable and relaxed as your body began to feel worn out, “you looked exhausted, are you?” He asked feigning concern and you nodded, Levi huffed out a slight smile as he continued to watch you begin to holt your movements, “I can’t anymore, my hips are too tired… help me please” you sobbed and Levi chuckled, “you’re so cute…” he stood and walked around the table before kneeling behind you, he grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks, admiring your ready hole, “Christ, you used this one too… whatever you were doing it must have been real special” he whistled and rubbed his soaked tip against your loosened hole, before he whispered against your ear “can I take this hole?” He’s voice tickled your skin and you nodded not even giving yourself a moment to overthink it.

Levi used his thumbs to hold you open as he pressed his tip into you, he grunted as he slowly glided in, the feeling of your tight walls and ridged dildo, your poor body could barely handle his cock on a good day and here your were, taking him in the back and also taking a monstrous dildo up the front, “I’m so impressed with you” he moaned in your ear as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding you all while his hips rolled up into you. You grabbed Levi’s arms and cried at the feel of unimaginable pleasure he was giving you, a series of ‘oh god’ and ‘fuck yes’ left both of you, Levi’s fingers found their way to your puffed and aching clit, he began furiously rubbing it while his hips snapped into you, chasing the orgasm he so desperately craved, “you want it in you… don’t you?” He grunted in your ear and you whimpered an incoherent response as your body seized and you came for the last time, Levi grabbed one of your legs and held it up giving himself better access to your tight hole that just so happened to get tighter as you began to cum, his hips faulted before he pressed so deeply into you, you body shifted up and the dildo slip out of you.

Levi sat in the bath tub with you, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, as your back rested on his chest, “thank you baby… though I’m still curious why you were like that” he hummed into the crown of your head, you sighed and closed your eyes “you’ll see… so please be patient” you hummed and he chuckled before kissing your cheek and holding you closer, “alright, but only because you asked” he smiled and watched as you fully relaxed into him.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 3 - Gojo Satoru: Silk paradise.

Day 5 - Shota Aizawa: kitten’s treat.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

every time someone normal seeming likes one of my tame posts i feel the need to post something deranged… like firing off warning shots to keep rent down… anyways…

did he like getting rough in bed? yes, most definitely, but boothill had never delved into anything further than smacking you around, choking you, or getting a bit mean with his thrusts and words. anything more… serious, for lack of better words, hadn’t been on his plate before mainly due to him not previously having a real relationship and not being super into little flings; something insecure still nibbled at his body. yet he still wanted to try something new and exciting that would let him have real control over you in a way he hadn’t before so, he began scrolling through forums and sites with his phones volume silenced as he perused different kinks and ideas for something that would scratch that itch. then he found it, just the kind of thing he’d been looking for.

preparation was nothing more than a couple minutes of thinking and testing the scrappy motels stability before he sat himself on the edge of the bed, hat thrown on the table that was missing something that made it rattle obnoxiously. he waited, metal and silicone uncomfortably strained and needing your touch in his stupidly tight pants, for your arrival. when you walked in, boothill was immediately on his feet wrapping his iron arms around you while cooing something about a surprise that made your gut stir. he kissed you sweet and gentle before taking you further into the room where in a neat row atop the bed sat an array of weapons you didn’t think he’d even be able to carry. some you couldn’t even identify with the sharp edges and complex triggers seeming to contradict each other. yet stood behind you chattering about testing, ‘all these beauty’s out on my beauty,’ was boothill who somehow procured all twenty-two; you counted. with a thick swallow, you asked what exactly he’d be doing to which he smiled all sharp teeth and practically demanded you strip.

naked and admittedly nervous, you watched as he plucked a long and slender knife from his charcuterie of weaponry. the blade was at least six inches and when he dragged it across the poor quality cotton and something trashy sheets, it made a clean slice through. even boothill seemed surprised, whistling quickly before bringing the blade to sit firm against your throat. he seemed eager and giddy and he hadn’t hurt you before so you doubted he would now but then he slide it across and you felt the bite of metal split your skin. ruby beaded and slipped down your chest as your eyes stung and he pushed you back to lap up every drop that threatened to slip down and away from sight.

he brought the blade across your whole body, silver nipping at every place he deemed appropriate until you were shaking and hazy beneath him. boothill hummed to himself more than anything as he finally brought himself between your legs for his prize.

“ya’ trust me a bit too much, sugar, but don’t cha’ worry,” he slipped himself through your wetness admiring the crystalline tears travelling your lashes, “gon’ take good care of this lil hole now. once ya’ wake up, we’ll have a nice big talk ‘bout yer silly head bein too dumb to understand danger. then, maybe, have a go at this with my gun. not gon’ blow yer brains out, promise. my darlin’s too pretty to be splattered on the wall…”

[transformers-spike]

This is kinda a questionable question but I figured who else to ask other than transformers-spike. What are cybertronian spikes like? Are they also metal? Or are they a different material and softer than the rest of their body? Since they’re still aliens and not just robots that’s something that keeps me up at night. Is it possible for it to have a silicone feel? Is it surprisingly organic for an overall mechanical species. Same question for valves. What do you think they’re like? Is it metal? Does have multiple metal moving parts on the inside that contract during interface? Or are the functional base mechanics metal but have some sort of softer material coating for pleasure. Is the color and look of spikes and valves dependent on their paint jobs or most similar to a part you’d find in a car (where it’s just gray metal? Would it be closer to a how a human’s look or are they more wild looking? Considering they’re not human. But then again we do have similar features. Or is it a some will have closer resembling spikes and valves to humans while others don’t situation? Does the type of mech you are affect how it looks? Are spikes and valves customizable? Detachable spikes? Do they have special features like vibrating?

Lmao this is a fantastic question! Well-explained too. @drunkeninlovesailor says she wants to kiss you on the mouth for this, anon.

I've mentioned part of these headcanons in Blueberry Drizzle featuring best boy Knock Out. I'll split my ideas between two categories. TFP and TFA. TFP (at least per my headcanons) has spikes technically made of metal, but metal as in whatever the hell transformers are made of (Transformium?), including dermamesh and protomatter. Dermamesh is what the valve lips are made of (giving them a chewy and softer consistency), but it also covers the spike (especially the tip to protect it, while the rest of the member has a lighter coating). However, the internal casing is made of protomatter, which is way more durable. I assume the surface texture is more akin to silicone? But it also depends on the bot. Ridges are a thing as well, and with only a thin dermamesh cover, they irritate human genitals if lubricant isn't used, they can even mutilate them if the interface is too rough and no lube is used. Valves produce a huge amount of transfluid for this reason alone, and they're extremely durable (as in the dermamesh cannot be easily pierced and the valve structure can withstand almost any impact. Valves have pistons controlling their inner walls. This helps them stretch quite a bit to accommodate spikes - and quickly go back to their normal state after interface. Of course, they clamp down during overload. I assume the insides of the valve are made of dermamesh, probably "puffier" compared to the outer lips. Usually there are multiple layers of gummy-like bristles inside of the valve. They can both stimulate and be stimulated in return. TFP in particular has the wildest-looking interface arrays. Every bot is so unique by design, I wouldn't be surprised if almost every spike/valve was different. The color depends on the bot's natural mesh, but it can also be whatever. I personally like making them alien-like in design, so as long as its phallic-shaped it works. They can also get pretty wild, like Dreadwing and Skyquake having knots. Biolights are pretty common, but some frame classes (like the miners) don't have them (and Megatron's spike went from grey and red to grey and purple because of the dark energon he already consumed in the books - yes i guess unicron can change the color of your dick don't ask) Yeah I assume frame types may have specific spike traits in common, but it's not always a guarantee. TFA to me has add-ons. Aka their initial form of interface was through messing with hypersensitive wires. Extremely messy to deal with since transfluid was being produced inside of their frames, and putting important wires back was complicated and even dangerous if you fucked up enough times. Nowadays they've morphed into installing more "Organic-like" interface arrays, where the transfluid their frames produce is being rerouted to their their valves/spike. So on Cybertron you can change your array however you want. Still sticking to something generally phallic in shape though. Decepticons however have met more alien species since their exile, which means the slowly developing interface-market at the time got even wilder. Sky's the limit. Blitzwing with a tentacle dick, Blackarachnia with an ovipositor - no one can stop them! Also bots can change up their spikes like jewelry so... the features can get pretty wild depending on your budget . The best part tho is being able to choose the size. Everyone can interface with everyone

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Idea: beasts who need their claws or their claws are too tough to trim properly and quickly who use claw caps and covers so they can hold things without accidentally scratching them. they can have em ornate or colorful or simple. Some might even come textured. For both personal and work use

Some that come in soft rubbers and silicone, some that come in tougher plastics, some that are cloth and fit like a sock with a bit of grippy band inside, some that are ornate, some that are colorful. From carved wood to embossed enamelled metal to plastics and rubbers.

Trimming beast claws can be quite the task and beasts need their claws or are very particular about their claws. Plus many claws are very thick, sharp and strong. Trimming them takes a lot of time plus you are left with a rough raspy edge that needs to be sanded and buffed. It is easier to use claw caps/covers in this case

Also helps with touch screens and delicate tasks. Also there's a reason some of those claw covers can come in soft rubber or silicone and have such a staggering array of textures and designs. Most species, like humans, don't appreciate the touch of sharps near delicate tasks and thus these are perfect.

Beastmen during pride month.

But yeah, that's a really good idea, with certain beasts they would probably need a belt sander to get their nails filed down and even then, their fingers can be kind of weird, so they still need their claws for picking up things and whatnot.

Beasty boys trying to match with their humans painted nails would be pretty cute too.

Admittedly, because of how harsh the smell is, a lot of them wouldn't be able to handle painting their claws like we do or nails and think its nuts how humans seem to be able to handle those fumes.

Kinda laughing thinking of a beast putting on special gloves for their claws so they can safely diddle their mate though.

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

Team work makes the dream work!

A shout out to all the players on team-merman for @ourflagonmax @rafaelvalladao 3D sculpted our scales in brazil. @metmobile printed the scales here in our studio and @an.introduction.to our master mould maker made fibreglass moulds into which we began casting casting and more casting…. 3000 individual scales in multiple colours with an array of glitters from @mysticartglitters … so so so much GLITTER! How cute does my man @metmobile look, delicately dusting glitter into scale moulds 😍

Then our lovely @homemade_byaline would come to the studio every evening and patiently trim excess silicone off scales with teeny tiny nail scissors late into the night. While this was all going on @thecreativetradecollective babes lent a hand with meticulously painting silicone scales onto our lycra tail skins (sewn and airbrushed by yours truely of course)

The idea was to have a combo of hand painted silicone scales and fully cast silicone scales. The end result was SEAMLESS!!! And again…. more glitter.

And I basically had my fingers in all these pies, sculpting, painting, sewing, liaising with our talented designer @gypsytaylor , casting, mixing, sparkling, sourcing, delegating, sleeping (no… no not sleeping!!!) Ironically myself and @an.introduction.to probably did the most hours, but we didn't get any fun posey photos with our work!!!

Always the way!!!!

And last but not least, we had a freediver Jose come and test run our fishy wares in my swimming pool (my neighbours must think I'm so weird!)… more photos to come of our resident merman.

source: hayleyegandesign on instagram

[lucettapanchetta]

[OUTGOING REQUEST] COMMUNICATION MANIFEST SOURCE NODE TRACE: FP ROOT, SRS COMM09, NSH COMM02 [ sorry for the... delay. ] [ ongoing interfere... communications system. ] [ im scared. ] [ help ] MESSAGE CONTENTS: --- [[Re: [LIVE BROADCAST] EQUIPMENT MANIFEST]] [[ WIDE SWEEP DIAGNOSTIC RESULTS ]] ] Water: 55% Hydrocarbons: 130% Sulfur: 1640% Silicon: 410% Phosphates: 25% Other: 1800% --- TRACE FOREIGN ENTITIES DETECTED. INPSECTORS NOTIFIED. SEVERE CHEMICAL IMBALANCE. REQUEST CONDUIT PURGATION IMMEDIATELY. EXTERIOR BREACH DETECTED NEAR PRECIPICE. STAGE 3 HULL BREACH. PLEASE MIGRATE ENERGY INTO REPAIR. --- [ [!! WARNING !!] Biomechanical degradation detected in CONDUITS: 02, 03, 06, 08, 12, 17, 18, 25, 26, 27.] ] [!! WARNING !!] Water leakage detected in CONDUITS: 06, 12, 26.] [-RAPID OXIDATION EVENT IN CONDUIT_03, RL_SYS_ARRAYS, RANDOM_CACHE_SYS-] [-POTENTIAL HYDROGEN LEVELS LOW IN CONDUIT_03, CONDUIT_12, CONDUIT_18-]

[ Foreign contaminants detected within the west hull. Inspectors notified to conduct biopsy of contaminant. ]

[ Mass clogging detected. Emergency fluid administered; dissolution fluid may erode tubular plating. Temperature should be heavily monitored to prevent warping. ] [ Dissolution fluid is a preventative regulation only. NEUTRALIZING SOLUTION IS REQUIRED. ]

[ Rarefraction activity will be immediately scheduled for affected nodes. However, quantities of foreign run-off may result in dangerous pressure changes. ] [ Power saving should be reconsidered to allow restoration of nodes. Heavy processing required. ]

[ Rapid nodular restoration is a preventative regulation only. EMERGENCY MAINTENANCE IS REQUIRED. ]

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Your little brother's best friend

Pervy Bang Chan

Word count: 3.5k (it was just supposed to be a drabble 🤪)

A/n: Look I don't know okay. Just... yea... I know you're all like what the fuck Cal? I know okay! Big thanks to Chris for sending this pic on bubble today btw. You a real one baby! Please read all warnings carefully before engaging with this story!

Warnings: 18+ONLY! MDNI! Chan is called Chris and he's a fucking pervert, dom Chris/sub reader dynamic, big dick Chris with a noona kink, pretty heavy on the CNC, borderline somnophilia, panty stealing, masturbating (m), sex toys, rough sex, rough anal play/sex, hair pulling, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, etc) oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex, unprotected anal sex, anal cream pie, cum eating, gagging with panties and fingers, choking/breath play, little bit of spit play, after care (a must!) If I missed something please do let me know and I will add it!

I just imagine a scenario where maybe you have to go out of town for a week or two and normally you would ask your little brother to check on your cats and feed them and he totally would if he wasn’t ridiculously allergic to them but he instead suggests that you ask his best friend Chris to do it. Chris who, unbeknownst to you, has had a big fat crush on you for years! Of course he happily agrees to help you out, so you give him the code to your apartment willingly and without a second thought.  

Not only does this give Chris major brownie points with you since you love your cats so much, it also gives him a chance to snoop around your private space a little while you’re gone. He doesn’t do it immediately though. No. He resists the urge to go for your underwear drawer the first few times he comes over. Ignores the voice in his head that tells him to see if you have any sex toys in your night stand.  

The third day he goes to your place, he can't lie, he's so tempted but he resists but day five he finds he can’t help himself anymore. ‘You can look through her panty drawer a little and that’s it!’ He tells himself. When he opens the drawer he finds a vast array of colors, silk, satin, cotton, bikini cut, thongs, boy shorts. His mouth waters but when he finds the black silk crotchless panties he immediately shoves them in his pocket and then, as if on auto pilot, he turns on his heels and goes for your bedside drawer.  

Even though you are a little older than Chris you always seem so sweet and innocent. He expects to open the drawer and find little wand or bullet, maybe a rose toy and you do have some of those things but the very last thing Chris expects to find when he opens that drawer is a surprisingly large hot pink silicone butt plug. All the blood rushes from Chris’ brain to his cock and without a thought in his head he grabs the butt plug and licks it hoping to taste you on it but is sorely disappointed when he realizes he can only taste rubber. That isn’t going to stop him now though. No, he’s in too deep to stop now.  

Chris, still gripping your butt plug in one hand, grabs the crotchless panties from his pocket, drops his pants and briefs to his ankles, lays back on your bed then he wraps your silky panties around his cock and starts jacking off with them. He starts leaking so much precum as he fucks your panties, imagining it's your silky cunt wrapped around his dick instead of the little piece of fabric. When he can’t control the level of his moans anymore he puts your butt plug in his mouth and sucks on it, still hoping to find a little taste of you there.  

When he feels his orgasm creeping up he buries his face in your pillow and he’s completely engulfed in your scent. Chris cums hard as he fucks your panties, sucks on your butt plug and sniffs your pillow like a pathetic little virgin. Your panties are completely ruined, covered in his cum. He tells himself he’ll take them for now. He’ll wash them and bring them back but in the back of his head he’s already thinking about coming on them again before he does. 

Chris, somewhat ashamed of himself now, pulls up his underwear and pants, fixes your bed a little, puts your butt plug back exactly how he found it, shoves your sticky panties in his pocket to deal with later, feeds and waters your cats and leaves quickly as if he might get caught at any time. You are still going to be gone for a whole ‘nother week. So he fucks your panties every night that you’re gone, dreaming of your pussy, a couple of times he even dares to imagine fucking you in the ass. He cums the hardest those nights. 

Finally it’s the end of the last week that you’re gone. Chris knows your due home tomorrow so he jacks off with your panties one more time, washes them again and puts them in his pocket so he can sneak them back into your drawer when he goes to feed your cats for the last time tonight. Of course every fucking thing that could go wrong this evening does so Chris doesn’t actually make it to your place until well after dark. It is actually so late he would have probably just skipped going this one time if he didn’t have to return your panties but alas he did and that’s why he’s currently punching the code into your apartment at midnight.  

‘Put the panties back, feed and water the cats, get the fuck out without doing something fucking stupid’. He has his plan all worked out. That is until he walks into your room to return the panties and finds you asleep in your bed. You must have forgotten to tell him you were coming back early. His brain immediately screams 'leave now' but his feet make him walk towards the side of the bed you're sleeping on. 'Leave right fucking now!' His brain screams at him louder as he starts to pull back the blanket covering your naked body. 

The cool air in the room makes your nipples harden but surprisingly doesn’t wake you yet. Fuck you’re even sexier than he imagined. He move as if he is a man possessed, the back of his fingers tracing a path down your cheek before dragging them across your soft lips. This action wakes you finally. You jump but it only takes you a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness and realize it’s Chris who’s standing over your naked body touching you. You snatch your blanket, pulling it up to your chin, covering yourself.  

“What are you doing here Chris?” He doesn’t answer you just pulls the blanket way exposing your perfect tits again. You don’t fight him, letting it fall to your waist. You sit there shivering unsure if it’s from the chill in the room or from Chris’ intense gaze locked on your naked torso.  

“C-Chris? W-what are you doing?” You ask him again after a long moment of silence. He still doesn’t speak, only licks his thick lips before leaning down to kiss you. Even though you've imagined countless times what it would be like to kiss him, fuck him, you gently push at his chest to stop him.  

“Chris we shouldn’t.” He tries to kiss you again and you push against his firm pecs with both hands this time.  

“No Chris, you’re my little brother’s best friend, it’s not right. We shouldn’t.” He gently grabs your wrists and pulls your hands out away from his chest.  

“Don’t fight it noona, you know you want it too.” You do. You REALLY do. He leans down to kiss you again but you turn your head and he connects with your cheek instead of your lips.  

“No Chris, you should stop, we really shouldn’t, it’s so wrong.” He peppers kisses down your cheek and jaw and you tilt your head back letting him.  

“Why are you pretending like you don’t want me to fuck you just as bad as I want to noona? You’re telling me you just happened to forget to inform me you were coming home early then I show up and find you naked in bed like my own special thank you present, like you’re just fucking begging for it.” To say you are shocked would be an understatement. Sure you had you're own dirty thoughts about your little brother's bestie regularly but you had no idea he ever thought of you like that.  

“Chris, I was just sleeping. I wasn’t...” He pushes his fingers against your plush lips shooshing you before leaning in and finally pressing his pouty lips against yours. As soon as he realizes you’re not pushing him away again he starts to kneel down over you, easing you back on your bed. 

He palms your breasts squeezing them together before pinching your nipples. When you moan out from his touch his tongue invades your mouth. You almost get lost in the moment but when you feel one of his firm thighs find its way between your legs and press against your naked cunt you push him away again forcefully.  

“Chris stop! We can NOT do this! Now just stop it!” Your trying your damnedest to be the voice of reason. Chris huffs out a frustrated breath.  

“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t.” His lips start trailing down your jaw and neck again and your resolve begins to break as you try and form a coherent sentence and make your point.  

“My little brother... and... we just... shouldn’t... it’s wrong.” As if he didn’t hear a single word you just said one of Chris’ hands trails down your body, his final destination, your glistening pussy. When his fingers slide through your wet folds and make contact with your clit your hips buck and you bite your lips trying to suppress your moans.  

“Don’t Chris... please... stop...” You whispered breathless, but you don't actually attempt to stop him at all. It was really just one last halfhearted attempt at stopping him before his fingers slid back, dipping into your heat.  

“You should really just give up saying that noona cause your pussy says everything but stop.” He pumps his fingers in and out fast and hard and your juicy cunt makes absolutely pornographic sounds when he does.  

“Hear that noona? So fucking wet for me. Your tight little cunt is begging for me to fuck it.” You cover your face with both of your hands embarrassed to have your little brother’s best friend talking to you like this while he finger fucks you. 

“You want me to eat your pussy don’t you noona?” You don’t bother moving your hands away from your face but you nod. Chris spreads your pussy lips open so he can get a good look at your creamy cunt.  

“Say it. Say 'Chris I want you to eat my pretty pink pussy.'” Your whole body blushes furiously at his words.  

“C-Chris...” He looks at you smirking, waiting.

“Say it and I will.”  

“Chris I want you to eat my pretty pink pussy.” He chuckles.

“Please?” He teases you.  

“P-please Chris.” You whine out and as soon as the words leave your lips he dives in and devours you like a starved man. It’s almost embarrassing how fast your climax approaches. When your about to orgasm your legs start shaking and Chris pushes two fingers inside you, finger fucking you as he sucks on your clit, pushing you over the edge while you chant his name like a prayer over and over.

He drinks you in, kitten licking your clit until you push him away. You crawl up the bed away from him but Chris grabs your legs and pulls you back towards him. His shirt comes off and you get your first look at his firm, chiseled body and try to press your legs together to get a little friction.  

“Spread your legs. I'm gonna fuck you now.”  He demands.  

“Ch-Chris no, sto-...” Your argument dies on the tip of your tongue when you see how he’s looking down at you. He stands, unbuttons his pants and drops them.  

“I told you to forget that word. I'm fucking you. Now... are you gonna LET me fuck you noona. Or aren’t you.” Again he is not really asking. 

“Go on say you want my cock, tell me you want me to fuck you.” You chew at your lips hesitant to speak at first. 

“I want your cock Chris, I want you to fuck me.” Chris smiles, making his dimples pop out and he drops his underwear. Only then do you finally get to see what he’s working with and holy fuck! It is BIG. He starts stroking his thick cock as he kneels back on the bed between your legs.  

“Wait! Do you have a condom?” You think just fast enough to ask.  

“Nope.” He cocks his eyebrow at you waiting to see your reaction. He already knows you have no condoms in your little sex toy drawer. He's curious to see what you say but you sit there speechless.

“I guess I’m just gonna have to fuck you raw dog noona.” Then your eyes go wide.

"But I... I’m not on birth control Chris.” He shrugs nonchalantly.  

“So I’ll pull out and cum on your face or you can eat it. Up to you. I don’t care. You are getting fucked regardless.” You take a deep shuddering breath and nod.  

“Fine just... DO NOT cum inside me Chris.” He nods in understanding and you spread your legs wider so he can line up with you but he doesn’t move. Instead he pauses as if deep in thought for a moment. To your surprise he stands back up and reaches for your bedside drawer.  

“Wait don’t!” He hasn’t listened any other time that word has left your mouth tonight and he’s not going to now either. He opens the drawer and grabs your big pink butt plug and the bottle of lube. Your face burns even redder than it already is. 

“Bend over.” Chris does not make requests. Only demands. You hesitate and he tells you again.  

“I said bend over. NOW.” You slowly get on your hands and knees, your ass perched up in the air. Chris spreads your ass cheeks open exposing your tight little asshole then he spits on it and watches you clench. You hear him squirt lube on the butt plug and then he starts teasing your asshole with it, rubbing it around softly in circles, he watches you as you arch your back and push your ass out, aching to have it filled with the silicone toy and Chris doesn’t hesitate to give you exactly what you want. He slowly eases the tip of the butt plug inside you and you can’t help the whimper that comes from you. He spits on your asshole again and pushes it in deeper.  

“Fuck Chris! Go slow.” He hums but continues to work the butt plug deeper into your ass as your legs tremble and you struggle to take it. When there's about an inch or two of the toy left to go he shoves the rest in all at once making you scream out in equal amounts of pain and pleasure. 

Now that the butt plug is nestled firmly in your tight little ass Chris eases you down and rolls you onto your back so he can finally fuck you, just like he's dreamed of. You’re confused for a moment when you see him lean over and grab something from the pocket of his pants, you prop yourself up on your elbows to try and see what he’s grabbing. You already know it’s not a condom. Suddenly you see your black silk crotchless panties crumpled up in Chris’ fist.  

“Open up, can’t have you screaming my name for the whole building to hear while I fuck you.” You open your mouth to say something but before you get a word out Chris shoves your panties to the back of your throat effectively gagging you.  

“Shut up.” He pushes you back onto the bed.

“And lay the fuck down.” Once your back makes contact with the cool sheets Chris spreads your legs and lines his thick cock up with your tight wet cunt. He rubs the tip through your folds, teasing your sensitive clit before prodding at your hole but he still doesn’t stick it in. Your hips buck out of desperation and you hear him laugh at you.  

“Look at you! You're such a fucking slut aren’t you? Still think it’s bad hmm? Think we shouldn’t? Want me to stop noona?” You moan and shake your head no unable to properly answer him with your panties stuffed in your mouth.  

“That’s what I thought you fucking whore. Knew you fucking wanted my cock.” Chris rams his whole dick into your pussy in one hard thrust and your panties muffle your screams. He doesn’t give you a chance to get used to having both your butt plug and his huge cock inside you at the same time before he begins an absolutely brutal pace. You’ve never felt so full in your life and all you can do is grip your sheets as he pounds into you, pushing your butt plug deeper and deeper into your ass with each punishing thrust into your pussy. The panties work at muffling your screams until they don’t then Chris’ big hand clamps down over your mouth to keep you quiet.  

“Shut the fuck up and take it you fucking slut.” Your eyes roll back in your head and you start coming on Chris’ cock. He fucks you harder if at all possible.  

“Oh you like that huh? You filthy fucking whore, wanted to play hard to get but you’re not playing hard to get now are you?” You try and answer but between the panties shoved down your throat and Chris’ hand keeping your mouth covered it prevents you from saying a thing.  

“I said shut the fuck up and take it god damn it. You don’t need to tell me you like it, your creamy fucking cunt tells me everything I need to know fucking slut!” He rams into you rough one more time, then pulls his cock out and quickly flips you, getting you back on your hands and knees, then he shoves your face down into the mattress and stuffs his big dick back inside your gaping hole. Now the panties and bed muffle your screams from the world.  

“Want me to stop? Huh slut? Want me to stop now noona?!” You violently shake your head no against the mattress.  

“No you don’t do you, cause deep down you like it when I make you take it, you like it when I use you like a cheap fucking whore.” You start coming again, juices gushing from you as he continues to ram into you rougher and rougher. The more your cum squirts out of you the more worked up he gets and the more worked up he gets the harder he fucks you, his big cock filling your cunt over and over, rubbing up against the butt plug in your ass deliciously, causing you to clench around him harder. 

“Mmmm yea noona fucking milk my cum from my cock! Take it, take it! TAKE IT!Fucking take it you filthy fucking cum slut, I know you want it.” He gives it to you harder and harder. You try to talk but still have your panties stuffed in your mouth.  

“What’s that noona? Can't understand you." Chris teases you then pulls the panties out of your mouth so you can finally speak.  

“D-don't... don’t cum inside my pussy Chris d-don't cum in me.” Even with the panties removed you still struggle to speak as he drills his cock into you deeper and harder, climbing closer and closer to his own climax.

“You sure noona? I think you actually secretly want my cum.” You shake your head again  

“N-not in my pussy Chris, please fuck, not i-inside me.” He gives you one more hard thrust.  

“Fuck! Fine! I won't cum in your pussy. Picky little fucking cum slut aren’t you?” Before you can gauge what’s actually happening, Chris takes the butt plug out of you and rams his cock into your ass hard. He gives you zero time to adjust to his size which is just a bit bigger than the butt plug you use and he starts going balls deep into your ass hard and fast. He no longer cares who hears you screaming.  

“If I can’t cum inside your cunt I’m sure as fuck gonna fill this asshole up with my cum! Whether you like it or not!” He leans over you giving you every inch of his cock as hard and deep as he can.   

“Make some fucking noise slut, scream for me, beg for me to fill your asshole with my cum.”  

“Chris Chris Chris please please fucking please fill my ass up, pump my ass full of cum please!” Thats it. You finally give him what he wants, giving yourself up to him entirely. He wraps his hands around your throat and squeezes while he fucks you from the back harder.  

“You dirty fucking slut! You cum hungry fucking whore I’ll give it to you alright! 'Don’t cum in me Chris don’t cum in me' and look at you now noona, begging for your ass to get filled with my cum.” You scream out again when he spanks your ass hard.  

“Yes yes yes please please please cum in my ass Chris I’m begging for your cum please!” You manage to choke out the words as he squeezes your throat harder and pushes your face into the bed again. He rams his cock into you hard, one, two, three more times before thrusting into you as deep as he can and coming.  

“Fuck yes noona take my cum you filthy little slut, you love it, you fucking love it don’t you? Such a dirty fucking whore.” Chris pumps all of his cum into your ass then pulls out, a trail of cum follows and drips down your folds. Chris scoops it up with his fingers and pulls you upright by your hair before shoving his cum coated fingers into your mouth.  

“Fucking eat that cum you slut, don’t waste it.” He shoves his fingers up your ass working more of his cum out of you then shoves his fingers down your throat making you gag and drool. He rubs your spit and his cum all over your face and then roughly shoves you down onto the bed. You lay there face down on your bed utterly fucked and out of breath, you can still feel more of Chris’ cum leaking out of your asshole and you can't help but wonder if he always cums that much or if it is just because it’s you. You jump when you feel a warm rag run over your sore asshole.  

“Sorry noona.” Chris whispers sweetly. You were so fucked out you didn’t even realize he had gotten up and grabbed a rag to clean you up with. He gently wipes the rest of his cum off you and tosses the rag before crawling in bed to spoon you.  

“W-was th-that okay?” Gone is all the confidence and bravado he’d had when he was fucking you. Now he is the sweet Chris Bang you have always known again. You turn around in his arms to face him and you run your fingers gently over his face, tracing his brows, down his nose and across his pouting lips before leaning in and kissing them.  

“It was perfect Chris, really.” He smiles at you and kisses you again, nuzzling closer to you before falling fast asleep as you lay in his embrace and wonder just how the fuck you are going to explain this to your little brother knowing there was no way this was not happening again.

[deerbourne-if]

A cute Bug story to warm your heart on this cold (for me, anyway) Sunday. Much love to you all 🧡

You know she is awake before the baby monitor even picks up her movement. There's a sense you get - a stirring in the air, a prickle along the back of your neck.

The baby is awake.

You leave your room, crossing the small hallway into Kimberly's. Your sister is at a doctor's appointment. With the woman's anxious energy and mumbling gone, you don't feel like a side character in your own home for once.

Lily is sitting up in her crib when you enter, rubbing at her little pudgy cheeks. She hasn't noticed you, so you take the chance to watch her.

It only takes a moment for her to look up, mouth pursed from sleep and the trouble of waking up. She senses you just like you sense her - it's instinctual.

Bug smiles her baby smile and reaches those little round hands toward you. You go to her without thinking, cooing, "Buggy-boo, did you have a good nap?"

She coos and gurgles against your neck, head shoving against your jaw in a well-rehearsed motion.

You change her diaper and her clothes, struggling to put on a pair of socks while she kicks her feet and giggles.

"You are such a pill," you tease her, tickling her side and giving up on the second sock for the moment. "Sockies are important!"

Lily babbles and gums at your shoulder when you scoop her up again. "Lunchtime?" you ask, already descending the stairs with her rouge sock in your pocket. "What'll you have this afternoon, Miss Lily? The special is sweet potato and apple, but we might be able to find some squash and peas if you're feeling spicy."

The girl babbles and drools on your shoulder.

You set her up in her high chair, buckling her in before turning to the cabinet. The baby food jars are arrayed in perfect rows, meticulously ordered by color.

Kimberly's doing. She rearranged them so frequently and into so many patterns that you can't keep up.

"Sweet potato?" you ask the girl as you grab the jar and a little silicone spoon. She only bobbles in her chair. "Sweet potato it is," you sagely nod as if she gave some kind of response.

You pop the top and spend the next ten minutes slowly feeding her, making silly noises and pretending to eat to coax her into hurrying up.

This is the worst part of child-rearing, you've decided. It's just so boring.

When she finishes and you've mopped her face of the spills, you consider her. "Walk?" you ask.

She perks up a bit, her hands stilling from where they were banging against the child tray.

"Mhmm, I thought that'd interest you," you smirk, leaning down. "Gotta put on your sockies first, though. And your shoes. Don't give me that face," you add, even though she probably didn't react.

You read into each twitch of her expression, each micro-tic, as if it means everything.

Lily allows the sock -and even the shoes, to your surprise- and wiggles in your arms when you pick her up. You leave the townhouse with a diaper bag over one shoulder and your wallet and keys in your pocket.

The walk to Alki only takes a couple of minutes. The sun is mostly out, the temperature is mild, and you breathe in the briny scent of the Sound with relief.

It gets too stuffy in the house. Sometimes you forget how wonderful fresh air can be.

You walk around the paved park; Lily snuggles against you. Her breath is hot on your neck, and you're pretty sure she's drooling on it, but you ignore it.

It's not like any of your shirts survive long with her around.

You stop near the Statue of Liberty replica statue (scoffing at it not for the first time) and look out over the water.

The concrete is warm and rough beneath you, the wind cool and caressing. And then there is Lily, babbling in your ear, fingers picking at your shirt.

You glance down; a small leaf has found its way to your collar, and the girl attempts to pluck it out of the fabric's weave.

You do it for her, holding it up for her to see. "Leaf," you say; Lily grabs for it. "Fine, but don't try to eat-"

She immediately attempts to stuff it into her mouth.

"No, pillbug," you snort, wrestling it free. The girl bristles at the indignation, eyes scrunching up, ready to cry.

Ugh.

"Look!" you say suddenly, surprising her from the coming temper tantrum. "See the puppy?"

Lily's head swivels around, rage forgotten.

Thankfully, there is a dog nearby. You point out the little ball of black fur trotting around on its dainty little legs. Lily claps, delighted, and wiggles in your grasp.

Crisis averted for now. You toss the leaf aside, moving Lily to your knee so you can gently bounce her. "Isn't it so cute?" you ask, mind elsewhere.

This trick won't work for much longer, will it? In three months, she'll be a year old. Three months... That's no time at all. When will the promise of seeing a dog stop thrilling her? When will she be trying to do worse things than shoving leaves in her mouth?

Lily babbles and claps, delighted when the dog lets out a tiny yip in her direction. It strains in its harness, trying to come over, but its owner is distracted by a phone call and pulls it closer.

"Aww, so cute, huh?" you ask against Bug's hair, deciding not to worry about the future.

You have here and now. You're going to focus on that.

[peterquill1021]

One thing special effects makeup artists will tell you, is to remove silicone appliances from your face slowly, with an array of oil-based products to avoid irritation or injury. NEVER rip it off quickly or have your children tear your face apart with their sticky little child fingers like it's a Christmas present - if Christmas was about wondering how someone looks without eyelids

[caesariawritesstuff]

I WOULD LIKE A SINGLE ROSE 🌹 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE RIDDLER GETTING PEGGED 🛐🛐🛐FOR THE FIRST TIME 💋 and mayhaps a whiny side?👀

but yeah him getting pegged by the detective💕💕

Also you're my favorite author💕💕😊 keep slaying in your work💅✨️

And i hope you'll have a wonderful valentines 💕💕💐✨️🍓⭐️🍷‼️‼️❗️‼️❗️

Role Reversal

Summary: Edward and you decide to try something new.

Word Count: 3.7k

Content Warning: Pegging, fucking, cock sucking, NSFW

A/N: Ahh anon, I really hope you enjoy this and thank you for your kind words! I've ever written a pegging scene before, so this is a little out of my comfort zone, but I hope you enjoy!

“Are you sure about this?” you asked.

Edward stared at you for a long moment. The question was one you’d been asking consistently for weeks now – ever since the idea passed between you two one night while lying in bed together. You’d been scrolling through your phone, looking up ways to spice things up in the bedroom (not that there was anything lacking, Edward knew, but it never hurt to try new things to add variety to one’s life) when you came across the idea of pegging.

At first, Edward hadn’t thought much about it when you read it off the list of ways to spice things up in the bedroom, but something about the concept had made him…curious. He soon found himself looking into the sexual act on his own time, doing research, where he soon discovered that it could be a highly pleasurable act for the male participant, as well as a way to be quite vulnerable with one’s partner. Not that Edward particualry liked being vulnerable, but with you, well…he had found himself letting his walls down more often than not. Especially since you had allowed him the honor of having anal sex with you, Edward couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for him – which lead to him spiraling into watching several porn videos featuring the subject, which he, surprisingly, found himself quite turned on about. The very idea of surrendering control to another person, to allowing himself to be so open…it was a highly terrifying concept to him, but with you…well, he supposed there would be no other person he would allow such an intimate and vulnerable act with him.

And so, Edward had approached you with the idea one night over dinner. You’d stared at him like a deer in the headlights for a long moment, as if uncertain of what he was asking, before you shrugged and said, “I’ve never done it to someone before. But if you want to try, we can.”

He’d smirked at that, and soon found himself buying all the necessary equipment: lube, a harness for you, a strap on which he picked out: one that was beginner friendly and made of a silicone green color (because of course he had to go for green). He found a harness which would provide clitoral stimulation for you, as well, as he wanted to make sure this was just as pleasurable for you as it would be him. Edward wasn’t particularly worried; after all, his attraction for both men and women was there, even if he hadn’t leaned either way until he met you. But he’d made sure to pick out a strap on that was aesthetically pleasing to both your eyes, and you’d helped pick out one you thought the both of you would like. Edward couldn’t help but notice that you seemed particularly nervous about the whole thing, your eyes going downcast and a flush appearing on your cheeks whenever the two of you discussed how this would go. He knew you were quite open with your sexuality, but seeing you act so shy around doing this was fascinating to him – even if it meant he asked you the same question just as often.

“Are you sure, my dear?” he asked, staring at you from across the bed.

You looked down at the bed: at the array of new equipment that had arrived in the mail yesterday, laid out and on display for the both of you to inspect. Edward knew you’d done your own research, but still, he wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to.

Finally, you met his gaze again. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you?”

He nodded, smirking. “Quite sure, my dear.” His cock twitched, standing at attention in front of him, already leaking precum from the tip. His balls tightened against his skin, warm, veins throbbing along his shaft.

You glanced down at his hard on and smirked. The heavy swell of your breasts swayed as you moved around the bed, your nipples pert and at attention. Edward took in every inch of you: the dips and curves, the gentle sway to your hips as you walked towards him, the seductive look in your heavy-lidded eyes. The breath caught in his throat; he’d seen you naked a million times already, the image burned into his corneas, and yet it seemed he could never get enough of you. Every time he saw you naked, it was like the first time all over again. Excitement rumbled in his belly, his cock twitching again, as you neared him. Your hands snaked out, gently brushing against his forearms. He leaned down, capturing your lips in his own, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You tasted sweet, and a shiver ran down his spine. His cock pressed against your thigh, and his hands settled themselves on your waist, gripping tightly, digging his nails in as if he would never let you go again.

You sighed into his mouth as you tilted your head back, letting him continuing to glide his tongue against your own. He shuddered and ran his hands from your hips down to the slope of your ass, feeling the smooth skin on his fingertips. You shuddered against him, and Edward smirked, a delicious tingle creeping up his spine. His other hand came back around to tweak at your left nipple, pinching and pulling it, testing the heavy weight of you breast in his hand. You moaned lightly, arching your back further into him, before your own hands ran down his shoulders – down, down, down, until they reached his own hips. Edward held his breath as your long fingernails grazed against his sensitive skin, but soon, your hands were trailing along his backside, gently raking against his ass, and he shuddered at the sensation.

His smirk grew, his heart hammering against his ribcage, beating in time with your own as he kissed you deeper. His cock continued to pulsate with a furious need – but it wasn’t long before you dropped to your knees in front of him, taking his cock into your mouth. He groaned at the sensation of your smooth lips wrapping around his shaft, your tongue massaging along the head and glands of his penis. He tilted his head back, a soft gasp escaping his lips. Heat prickled along his skin and excitement pooled in his belly. Edward’s hands tangled themselves in your hair, twisting and pulling on the strands, as you swallowed him from base to tip; his cockhead hit the back of your throat and he groaned louder, a deep rumbling in his chest. But as you did, continuing to massage him with your tongue and mouth – he felt one of your hands snake behind him to his ass again, gently probing between his ass cheeks to probe at his tight entrance. Edward gasped at the sensation, at how sensitive his tight sphincter was, the sudden pleasurable sensation that traveled through his backside and down his thighs. You pulled away, saliva dripping from your mouth, as you snatched some lube off the side of the bed, opened it, and squirted some onto your finger. The clear substance coated your first few fingers, before you glanced up at him again, smirking, as your mouth swallowed him once more.

Edward groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, as he lost himself to the feeling of you working his cock with your mouth like magic. Your hand circled back around to his ass, and with one lubed-up finger, you probed at his back entrance. In the last few weeks, you’d done this a few times to help prepare him for this moment – and Edward sucked in a breath, helping himself relax, as you pushed one finger inside him. He hissed between his teeth at the pressure as your finger slowly slid in with ease. Within seconds, the pain began to subside, making room for the pleasure as you slowly slid your finger in and out of him. Pleasure surged through him as you stimulated his sensitive glands, and he groaned, his breath coming out in shallower pants. The combined pleasure of your mouth on his cock and finger in his ass was overwhelming, making him tremble, and his fingers tightened in your hair.

“…fuck,” he whispered, as stars danced behind his eyes.

Slowly, he felt a second finger at his tight entrance, and he gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw tight as you worked a second finger into him. He groaned at the sensation of his ass being stretched and filled – but the way your fingers moved inside of him quickly helped some of the tense, searing pain subside within moments. With two of your fingers inside of him now, he only felt another wave of intense pleasure bundle inside of him, different from the way your mouth sucked him off or how it felt when he was inside of you, but good, nonetheless.

Finally, after several minutes of working him with your mouth and fingers, you pulled away, gazing up at him with glistening eyes. Your cheeks were flushed, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth. He whined slightly as you pulled your fingers from his ass, and at the absence of your wonderfully pretty mouth sucking him off.

“Are you ready?” you asked him.

Edward hesitated; the question held so many implications. He trusted you, yes, of course he did – but this level of intimacy and vulnerability was one so far out of his own territory, that he found himself just a tad worried about how this was going to go. But he refused to show weakness, to back down from the challenge he had presented to you, and he smirked as he nodded, brushing his thumb along you mouth to wipe away a bit of the spittle on your lips.

“Of course, my dear,” he said.

You nodded and stood up, turning back to the bed. You snatched up the harness and quickly slipped into it, fastening it around yourself tightly in a way that was comfortable for you, and then secured the strap on to the base. Edward’s eyes dropped to the green dildo, a few inches long in length, with veins running throughout the shaft. His cock twitched at the sight, and excitement and nerves melded together in his belly. Seeing you standing there with a strap on hooked around yourself was quite a sight to behold, but he couldn’t help but notice the flush to your cheeks, the shyness in your gaze as you studied yourself with curiosity. Edward smirked, reaching down to give his cock a few strokes in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“Well?” you said, turning to face him, gesturing to the bed.

Edward nodded, carefully laying down onto his stomach, on his hands and knees. He heard the squirting of lube again as you prepared yourself – but instead, he felt your fingers once more probing at his tight entrance. The first finger slid in with more ease this time, before you inserted a second finger. Edward hissed slightly at the pressure, gritting his teeth. But within seconds, pleasure replaced the pain. He arched his back slightly, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He grunted in response, his forehead falling onto the mattress. You inserted a second finger into his ass, curling them inside of him, and he groaned at the sensation. His cock brushed against the bed, but he refrained from touching himself. A moment later, he you probe his tight sphincter with a third finger, and he hissed again as he felt his asshole stretch open. The combined pressure and pleasure of your three fingers in his ass made him tense, made his insides bundle with pleasure and excitement. His cock throbbed, leaking precum, and he grinded his hips into the bed for some sense of relief.

“Ah-ah,” you said, and he could practically hear the smile in your voice. “Can’t control yourself, can you, Mr. Nigma?”’

“Be quiet,” he muttered, a rush of anger surging through his veins. Here he was, ass up, your fingers massaging his sensitive prostate, curling inside of him and making him squirm.

You laughed lightly, but after several more minutes, you pulled your fingers from him. “What’s wrong, Edward? Does it feel better than you expected?”

He was quiet for a moment while he considered your question. “Of course I knew it would feel good. You should be thrilled that I’m allowing you this honor.”

“Uh-huh,” you laughed again, but he glanced over his shoulder at you as he watched you grab the bottle of lube again. You squirted some onto your hand and rubbed it along the strap on until it was dripping. Using a little more, you slid your fingers back in between his ass cheeks and lubed him up. Edward shuddered, sucking in a breath, nerves tightening in his belly – until he felt the head of the strap on pressing against his ass.

“Are you ready?” you asked him.

“Just do it,” he muttered, unable to help the flush crawling up his throat.

And then, you pushed in. Edward clenched his jaw tight, his hands fisting around the bed sheets, the breath catching in his throat. The cockhead of the strap on was smooth and silken, and as you pushed, he felt his tight sphincter open slightly, enough to begin accepting the head – but it was bigger than your fingers, and a slight, searing pain trickled along his opening. He gritted his teeth and whined slightly at the intrusion.

You stopped your movements. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay,” he muttered again, refusing to back down. “I can take it.”

“I don’t think you can,” you said, and he swore he pictured your sneaky smile.

He scoffed out a laugh. “I think you’re treading on treacherous water, my dear.”

“Am I?” you asked – and you pushed in a little more.

He gasped again, feeling the head push farther into him. His knuckles turned white as he gripped tighter onto the bedsheets. “Fuck,” he whispered as another low whine escaped his lips.

You laughed again, one of your hands stroking his ass, fingernails raking against his skin. “Something wrong, Mr. Nigma? Or is this too much for you?”

Edward ground down on his teeth. “Nothing is ever “too much” for me. I can—”

You pushed in a little more, cutting him off. Edward gasped. His head slumped forward as sweat beaded on his brow, his insides aching at the continued intrusion, yet somehow giving way to a pleasure he’d never experienced before.

“You were saying?” you asked, your voice laced with a strange, authoritative tone.

Edward quirked a brow, sucking in a breath at the way your voice changed. “Are you enjoying this, my dear?” he asked.

“Are you?” you asked, pushing in even more, this time a little harder.

That elicited a low, strangle whine from his lips. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and he cursed under his breath. The pressure was intense, and yet pleasurable, in a strange way he hadn’t predicted. He felt his tight sphincter open, stretching around the smooth, silken strap on. Your hands placed themselves on his waist, digging your nails in.

“…you little minx,” he whispered, a low laugh escaping his lips. “I think you are enjoying this. Enjoying that a man like me, the Riddler, is surrendering control to you—”

At that, you pushed in more, a little harder this time, cutting him off as another whine, a cry of surprise, escaped his lips. There was something about being in this position, so vulnerable and open and letting you have the control, was completely foreign to him. Sweat beaded across his skin, shimmering in the light, and he swallowed down another whine.

“…I think you like letting me have the control,” you whispered.

That made him laugh again. “As if,” he muttered. “You should be grateful you’re getting this honor of fucking me like this.”

“Oh, like this? you asked, and pushed even farther in.

Edward gasped, jerking back slightly at the even further intrusion, as the cockhead of the dildo hit a particualry sensitive spot inside of him. He shuddered at the sensation and his sweaty forehead fell onto the bed, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, thrusting your hips slightly.

He whined again. The pain and pleasure melded into a delicious sensation he’d never experienced before. The stretch of his asshole, combined with the way the fake cock stroked against his walls, made him see stars. The way it slicked in and out of his tight hole made another low groan escape his lips.

“You know exactly how this feels,” he whispered.

“Feel good, Mr. Nigma?” you asked.

“Y – yes,” he whispered, lower and more needy than he intended.

“You’re going to have to be louder than that, sir,” you said again – as you pushed in even more, a little harder this time, and he swore his eyes rolled back in his head. It was taking all his effort to keep himself propped up on his trembling hands and knees.

“…you should keep that pretty mouth of yours shut,” he whispered.

You laughed again, and he felt you the cock slide out of him – before sliding back in again, a little harder this time. The cockhead hit another spot, one that made his back arch further and he whined even louder. His cheeks flushed as an embarrassed heat crawled across his skin. Here you were, impaling his ass with a fake cock, laughing at him – and he was not only embarrassed but beyond aroused, too. His cock throbbed harder, desperate for relief.

“I’m all the way in,” you said after a moment. “Do you want me to fuck you, Edward?”

Your question made his skin tingle and a shiver creep down his spine. “Y-yes,” he whispered again, his voice low and needy.

“What was that?” you asked. As you spoke, you rocked your hips slightly. The fake cock brushed once more against his most sensitive spot, and he groaned.

“Yes!” he grumbled, whining. “Yes, please…”

“Please what?” you whispered now, your voice taking on a husky tone.

“Please…please fuck me, detective,” he gasped out, pressing his hips backwards.

“Good boy,” you said – and those two little words almost made him cum instantly. Your praise sent lighting through his skin. You’d never praised him like this before, and something about it ignited something deep and hidden within him.

He shuddered as you pulled back – and then entered him again. The sensation of the fake cock brushing against his move sensitive spot made another low, quiet whine escape his lips. White spots danced between his eyes, his hands tightening around the bedsheets – but you pulled back and thrust into him once again. First with shallow thrusts, each one making a soft gasp escape his lips. The pleasure was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, nothing he’d felt, and heat prickled along his skin. Soft gasps left his mouth with each thrust as you pulled back and entered him, over and over again. He gritted his teeth and grunted each time you entered him, your hands digging into his hips, nails biting into his flesh.

“Fuck…fuck,” he whispered, unable to stop the curses from slipping from his mouth. His cock continued to pulse with furious need, desperate for stimulation. It brushed against the blankets, and the combined sensation of you fucking his ass and the rubbing made him groan.

Your thrusts were shallow at first, more gentle, and he could hear your own steadied breaths with each time you thrust into him. Edward’s head tilted backwards as his eyes squeezed shut, and stars danced behind his eyelids. Pleasure continued to flicker and burst inside of him, each stroke of yours growing bolder, more desperate, as if you were enjoying this just as much. Being this vulnerable, letting you have such control over him…he couldn’t describe it, couldn’t explain how it felt to just let go and lose himself to the sensations.

“…fuck, detective,” he whispered again.

“You like this, Edward?” you asked, thrusting a little harder and deeper into him – eliciting a strangled cry of pleasure from him.

His cock pulsed again. Each thrust only made more whines and curses spill from his lips. His knuckles fisted tighter into the bed, turning white – but he couldn’t control himself anymore. The bundle of nerves continued inside of him, each time the fake cock stroked against his prostate, another low whine escaped him, trembling as he shook and sweat rolled down his back. The pleasure was intense and yet overwhelming, and it continued to grow inside of him, like a balloon swelling with water.

“Gonna cum, Edward?” you asked.

“Uh-huh…” he moaned, low and whiny, deep in his throat.

“Touch yourself,” you whispered. “Cum for me, Edward.”

That was just the permission he needed. He reached in between his legs and grabbed his cock, wrapping his long fingers around the shaft, and he stroked rapidly, desperately – but all he needed was just a few strokes before that balloon of pleasure inside of him popped – and he came with a strangled cry. His cock pulsed as cum burst from the tip, soaking the bed sheets underneath him, his whole body quaking as you thrust even faster into him, helping him ride out his orgasm. His entire body tensed as he saw fireworks, and another curse escaped his lips – before his body collapsed onto the bed, sticky cum coating his stomach, pooled underneath him.

Your thrusts slowed, before coming to a stop entirely. Edward remained quiet as his body continued to pulse with pleasurable warmth, before you pulled out of him. The sudden emptiness of his asshole made him shudder, even though he felt the slick lube in between his ass cheeks. He sucked in breaths, trying to control himself, but he felt your hands on his back, nails stroking against him as you leaned over his body, your lips grazing the back of his neck.

“Good boy, Edward,” you whispered, kissing his cheek. “You did so well.”

“You be quiet,” he muttered again. “It’s an honor you get to see me like this.”

“Like what?” you laughed lightly. “Thoroughly fucked?”

He smirked, staring at you with heavy lidded eyes. “You know I’m going to pay you back for this, don’t you, my dear?”

You smirked back. “I’m counting on it.” And you pressed your lips to his.

[laura1633]

I can't stop thinking about 8. with Omega Max and Alpha Charles, except that it's not slick but milk. I'm just a little obsessed with his chest and the thought of him lactating around his crush, oh my

First up for the omegaverse prompt game (I do have lots of your prompts and I will pick through as many as I can)

This was a wonderful adjustment to the prompt anon 😍. I do firstly have to apologise because this did turn into lactation kink which I have no idea how to write 😂

These omegaverse prompts are mostly just going to be rough and ready rather than fully fledged fics so hopefully you will all forgive me for that and still enjoy them for what they are (this one was was a little longer than intended)

Tags: Lactation kink

The first time it had happened Max had assumed it was a coincidence. 

He had been chatting to Charles in some fancy bar when his nipples started tingling and his breasts felt as if they were slowly starting to swell. It was strange. Not strange enough to concern him immediately though. Charles always made him feel funny. Butterflies in his stomach. Slick in his panties. It was only when noticed that there were wet patches forming on the front of his shirt that he had squeaked and scurried off to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

He’d been expecting his top to be damp with sweat so the discovery of milk trickling from his nipples had set off a whole array of alarm bells that resulted in a mad dash down to a late night pharmacy to get his hands on a pregnancy test.

It had come back negative which he really should have known. Other than letting one of his pit crew go down on him after his win in Vegas he hadn’t engaged in any sexual activity for at least the last nine months.  Still, he’d only ever heard of omegas lactating when carrying or nursing a pup so it was worth ruling the possibility out. 

He’d hoped it had been a one off. A bizarre experience that he would laugh about one day, but it kept happening. Over and Over but always around Charles. The Monegasque would only need to smile in his direction and Max would feel slick dripping from his pussy and milk leaking from his tits. He may as well have been melting into a puddle on the floor, it probably would have left less mess. 

He had tried his best to get things under control by himself.  He’d taken to wearing extra layers and using nursing pads to soak up the worst of it. It was only ever masking the problem though,  Charles was still making him leak even if it was now happening under four layers of clothing. So, after much deliberation Max had hauled himself off to a doctor’s to get check out.

He had been expecting a complicated diagnoses. What he had received was an elderly beta doctor looking him square in the eye and asking him if the alpha in question was one he would like to be bred by.  Max had of course, like any self respecting omega, shook his head vigorously in response but the flush of crimson on his face was seemingly more convincing an answer.

It was true. The image of Charles breeding him was one he’d conjured up many nights whilst laying out in bed with a silicone knotting device pushed up inside him. He’d just never expected his fantasies to make his breasts leak. 

The official diagnosis:  On set lactation resulting from an urge to be bred by a particular alpha.

The cure : to talk to said alpha.

The prognosis : Not good. There was not a single chance in hell Max was going to tell Charles that his tits leaked milk whenever he came close. 

And so Max had tried his best to carry on as normal. He joked around with Checo in the garage. He played padel with Lando in Monaco. And he leaked fucking milk out of his tits around Charles.

It had been absolutely fucking fantastic. It had never been as bad as right now though. 

Max fidgets around trying to make himself comfortable as he tries to ignore the fact that he’s been placed right next to Charles at the FIA gala ceremony. Despite all of the omega’s successes he really was starting to feel like the universe hated him.  There seemed no other logical reason why his white shirt was darkening against his nipples as he waited to go up on stage and collect his trophy. 

It really didn’t help that watching the ceremony was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

“You okay?” Oscar leans in from where he’s sat on the other side of Max and gives the Dutch omega a look of concern. 

“Fine. Why?” Max tries to keep his eyes focused on the stage ahead. He’s almost certain that he’s blushing but right now the colour of his cheeks are the least of his problems, Charles’ alpha scent is filling his nostrils and making his tits feel like they’ve swollen to the size of footballs. If it goes on any longer Max’s chest is going to feel so heavy he’ll probably tip over if he tries to stand up. He supposes he will at least have two pillowy breasts full of milk to cushion his fall.

“You’re whining” Oscar says gently as he lets a hand rest on Max’s thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze, “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Just nervous” Max tries his best to smile. If he was going to speak to anyone about his little problem then Oscar wouldn’t be such a bad choice. He doubts the younger Omega would make any huge dramatics out of the situation.

“What’s going on?” Charles leans right across Max to join in the conversation, his earthy scent flooding Max’s nostrils once more and Max is sure that the fabric of his shirt stretches in response to his expanding chest.

“Nothing, just nerves” Oscar gives Max’s thigh another reassuring squeeze before turning his attention back towards the stage.

“This never gets any more interesting does it?” Charles giggles. The alpha is so close that Max can feel the warmth of his breath as he laughs, “We have another hour before it’s our time.” Charles inches himself back in his chair much to Max’s relief. Most of the damage has already been done though, Max’s panties are soaked and he can feel milk trickling down his chest all the way to his stomach. As he chances a glance down he realises that his shirt has turned see through where the material is damp. 

The omega pulls his jacket around himself and tries to hold it across his body. He has at least had the foresight to bring a spare shirt with him to change into before he gets up on stage but he’s determined not to slip into it yet or that will also be drenched by the time his moment in the spotlight arrives. 

It’s starting to feel uncomfortable though. His nipples itch as his shirt rubs against them and his breasts feel heavier each time Charles talks to him. As much as he was hoping to avoid the indignity of having to try and milk himself in a bathroom stall he’s not sure he has much choice. If his breasts swell any further his shirt is going to rip at the seems. 

“We should maybe go for some food or something afterwards?” Charles mumbles quietly against Max’s ear. Unfortunately Max’s response is a lot less discreet, the omega keens happily but his happiness is short lived as he feels another gush of milk leak from his left breast and he’s quickly brought back down to reality. He can’t sit opposite Charles in s restaurant in this state. 

He’s pretty certain that other people must have noticed something odd going on. The milk doesn’t have the strongest smell but there is something rather soapy about the aroma and the scent is starting to spread outwards. The omega jumps up from his chair and sprints out the room as quickly as he can as he bolts towards the bathroom and shuts himself away in a stall. 

Shit.

When Max slides off his jack and looks down to see what the damage is he finds his shirt soaked at the front. None of this seems remotely fair.

“Max? Are you in there?”

Max yelps as he hears Charles’ voice and his breasts tingle and expand on cue like some unwanted new party trick.

“Did I upset you? Sorry I didn’t mean to. We don’t have to go out, I just thought - “ Charles trails off and Max realises its because he is whining loudly from where he has shut himself inside the toilet cubicle, “Max I think you need to let me in or I need to go get Oscar or - “ 

“No” Max whimpers, “Please, it is  just - “ The omega sighs as he tries to work out what he can possibly say that will explain this all away. There isn’t anything though.  He’s a complete and utter mess. There is one thing he is certain of above all else, he can’t go on like this. The thought makes him want to sob. The omega steels himself before opening up the door and coming face to face with Charles. 

“Max -“ 

“I had a sort of accident.” Max mumbles. His jacket and bowtie still hung on the back of the door leaving his crinkled wet shirt on full display as it stretches wet across the broadness of his chest. 

“Oh my god” Charles immediately shuffles himself into the stall and closes the door behind him, “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“It’s milk” Max keens helplessly.

“You’re pregnant?! Who got you pregnant?” Charles’ eyes darken as his chest puffs out. 

“I’m not pregnant!” Max reaches out and runs his hands over his stomach to show how flat it is and then, because he can’t hold it in any longer, he blurts out the secret he has been trying to hold in for so long, “This is because of you.”

Charles freezes. He looks surprised, startled, confused. 

All of which Max thinks are perfectly valid repossess to an omega telling you that you are the reason they are currently lactating. 

“Me?” Charles’ mouth opens and closes a few times as if he’s trying to elaborate on his question. Instead he just settles on repeating himself “Me?”

“I always do it when you are close to me. Always with the milk and the swelling and the tingling,“ Max pauses before starting to babble to fill up the silence once more, “My body wants you to breed me.”

It’s not an eloquent explanation. Nor is it the way Max had wanted to explain his little affliction to Charles. 

“You want me to breed you?”

“My body wants you to breed me?” Max tries to draw some sort of distinction between his brain and his body. In reality they are both pretty much on the same page, Max goes all mushy brained whenever Charles is close and he’d quite happily let the alpha fill him with one or two tiny Leclerc pups if Charles was up for it.

“I don’t understand.” 

“Whenever you talk to me or smile at me or come near me this happens” Max looks down to the ever growing wet circles around his nipples, “It is because I want you.”

Max’s breath catches as he hears the low rumble coming from Charles. The alpha’s scent has shifted again, it’s not sour notes this time, it’s thick and warm enough to make Max want to melt right into Charles’ arms.

And Charles - 

Well, Charles doesn’t look immediately put off by all this. 

“Does it hurt?” Charles lifts his hand and reaches towards Max’s chest but stops short of actually touching the omega much to Max’s dissatisfaction. Max lets out an unhappy little sound and tries to push his chest towards where Charles’ hand is lingering. It’s in that moment that Max finally accepts that when it comes to Charles he has almost no control over what his body does. He’s just a walking ball of hormones falling apart every time he is close to the most handsome alpha he has ever seen. 

Charles cups his hand against Max’s breast and the omega tries his best to bite back a desperate whine as his shirt rubs agains this erect nipple. 

“Shhh it’s okay” Charles coos softly, “You want me to help you get cleaned up?”

Max nods meekly as he lets Charles slowly start to unbutton his shirt. There is a steady rumbling coming from the alpha now. Louder and louder. The vibration like an engine revving. Max is sure that the only time he’s ever made an alpha rumble this loud before was when their cock was inside him.

“Fuck” Charles growls as he eases the shirt off and soothes his hands over Max’s breasts . There’s still milk trickling down, his skin sticky and wet. Yet far from looking disgusted Charles is licking right across his lips. Max tries not to let himself get carried away by trying to work out what exactly that means.

“This is all because of me?” Charles growls again, low and possessive. The alpha’s hand cups and squeezes against Max’s right breast and the trickle of milk starts to build in to a stream. 

“For you” Max mumbles but the words come out as little more than a breathy moan as he sees the milk dripping down over Charles’ fingers and hand, white liquid splashing against the Monegasque’s jewellery. It feels so obscene yet Charles’ eyes are just widening in fascination and he’s bringing his own fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.  

Max holds his breath. The milk tastes sweet. Sugary even. Max knows because he tasted it in one of his weaker moments. Charles’ tongue licks over his fingers again, lapping up the last few drops that have dripped down to his knuckles. 

“You taste beautiful” Charles looks up, his eyes flickering as they meet Max’s gaze, “so good.”

Max feels his skin tingle. His chest tight. Body vibrating. He tries to hold as still as possible. Nothing feels real.  The lactating. The sight of Charles licking milk off his fingers. The sound of clapping and cheering filtering in from the room next door. It’s like a fever dream. 

Charles puts his hand back on Max’s tits, massaging and cupping the flesh and watching the way the drops of milk form and then drip down. 

“This is - “ Charles squeezes again and watches another bead of milk form, “Fuck you’re so pretty. Such a pretty omega.”

Max’s legs shake as Charles leans closer and starts to lap up the milk that is falling down over the curve of his breast. The alpha’s tongue is warm and wet against his skin. 

The omega arches his back and pushes his chest closer to Charles’ mouth. He has never been an overly dominant omega when it comes to sex, he prefers to encourage rather than demand but his hands are twitching by his side as he considers tangling his fingers into Charles’ hair and pulling the alpha down on to his nipple. 

“All for me?” Charles looks up and grins excitedly as he runs his tongue around where Max wants it. The movement slow, deliberate, in control. 

It’s too much. Not enough. Max isn’t even sure anymore. He’s leaking from more than just his chest, his panties are soaked and there’s slick racing down his thighs. 

“Please” Max’s voice is breathless, his cheeks burning red as he watches Charles’ mouth close around his nipple. The alpha latches on and Max groans happily at the sudden rush of relief and pleasure he feels. 

Charles sucks the nipple in his mouth and pulls off with a wet slurping popping sound, his lips now glistening wet. 

With milk.

With Max’s milk.

With Max’s milk that he’s just sucked out of his body. 

“Alpha!” Max whimpers and arches his back as Charles dives back in, this time massaging his hands against the flesh as he purses his lips and sucks more firmly. Over and over until Max can feel the milk spurting right into the alpha’s mouth. 

It makes him feel light headed. His nipples seem to have a direct line to his pussy. Each time Charles sucks and flicks out his tongue Max feels the sensation go right through his body until there is more and more slick gushing out of him. His tits throb. His clit throbs. His toes curls in his shoes. The sight of Charles attached to his tit - lapping, sucking, wet and filthy - makes him whine unashamedly. 

Charles pulls back to take another breath, the alpha panting, milk dripping down off the roughness of his stubble. When he goes back in he goes for the other breast, mouthing around the area before wrapping his lips around the nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

Max almost buckles this time, his legs barely keeping him upright. 

Charles is growling around him. One of the alpha’s hands cupped to his breast and the other - 

The other is - 

Oh 

Max moans and throws his head back as Charles’ hand dips below the waistband of his trousers and down into his panties. The alphas fingers brush lightly against his clit. The faintest and briefest of touches before Max is coming, his whole body spasming as he feels another spurt of milk shooting into Charles’ mouth and sees it drip down from side of the alpha’s lips. 

His body feels lighter. Floaty. Wet. So, so wet. 

Charles groans as he pulls back. His pupils blown. Face damp. He look stunning. Hair ruffled. Cheeks red. 

Max lets his own instincts take over as he gets his hands into Charles’ hair and pulls the alpha into a kiss. It tastes sweet as he licks up and into Charles’ mouth and tastes his own milk. 

Charles is hard, the alpha’s cock pushed against Max’s leg. Nice and big as it presses into the fleshy part of the omega’s thigh. Max can’t help but wonder how much bigger it gets when it knots. The thought alone makes his breasts tingle. 

“Forget going for dinner” Charles tugs at Max’s bottom lip with his teeth, “Come back to my hotel with me.” 

Max nods without hesitation. His body is already dripping all over, his pussy slick wet and ready to take the alpha’s knot, milk still dripping down over the curves of his breasts and down the contours of his body. 

He’s not ashamed anymore though. How can he be when he sees how much it’s turning Charles on. If anything he realises that maybe it’s been some sort of courting ritual all along. His body providing something his alpha wants. Because Charles is surely his now. Fully and completely. 

“Perfect little omega” Charles praises, his eyes wild as he goes back to smothering Max’s chest with warm wet kisses. 

Max closes his eyes and purrs as he hears the low possessive growl Charles makes as he continues to lick up the milk made solely for him. 

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Source (Season 2 - October 10th 2023)

hayleyegandesign: Team work makes the dream work! A shout out to all the players on team-merman for @ourflagonmax@rafaelvalladao 3D sculpted our scales in brazil. @metmobile printed the scales here in our studio and @an.introduction.to our master mould maker made fibreglass moulds into which we began casting casting and more casting.... 3000 individual scales in multiple colours with an array of glitters from @mysticartglitters ... so so so much GLITTER! How cute does my man @metmobile look, delicately dusting glitter into scale moulds 😍 Then our lovely @homemade_byaline would come to the studio every evening and patiently trim excess silicone off scales with teeny tiny nail scissors late into the night. While this was all going on @thecreativetradecollective babes lent a hand with meticulously painting silicone scales onto our lycra tail skins (sewn and airbrushed by yours truely of course) The idea was to have a combo of hand painted silicone scales and fully cast silicone scales. The end result was SEAMLESS!!! And again.... more glitter. And I basically had my fingers in all these pies, sculpting, painting, sewing, liaising with our talented designer @gypsytaylor , casting, mixing, sparkling, sourcing, delegating, sleeping (no... no not sleeping!!!) Ironically myself and @an.introduction.to probably did the most hours, but we didn't get any fun posey photos with our work!!! Always the way!!!! And last but not least, we had a freediver Jose come and test run our fishy wares in my swimming pool (my neighbours must think I'm so weird!)... more photos to come of our resident merman.