#started lactating yesterday

[flustered-muttgirl]

I SPRAYED MY TIT MILK IN MY HEAD EYE

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ cow hybrid with geto 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 17: fill me up with milk!!!

✿ farmer!geto suguru x cow hybrid!reader

✿ warnings: lactating, reader has cow ears and tail, titties play, clit play, breastfeeding

You can feel someone's eyes watching you as you snuggle against the wall. It's your first day at a new farm, and you can't help but feel shy and embarrassed. Not to mention the fact that you're still in your old, ugly clothes. Your eyes flex when you hear footsteps coming your way. Your eyes lock with a young farmer, and your heart skips a beat.

"Hello, sweetheart," he says, crouching down at a good distance from you. he wears a sweet smile, but you're still unsure what to think about him. He's wearing a button-up that he leaves surprisingly unbuttoned, and his hair is in a bun. You've never met a farmer this young.

Your previous owner was an older man. Your whole family lived under his care, and you couldn't complain, he was a good man. But unfortunately for you, he focused his business on horses. And when your siblings were born, you as an older cow, had to be sold to a different farm.

"I'm your caretaker Suguru." The man introduces himself, and you nod at him to show him you acknowledge him.

"I have new clothes for me," he tells you, and you finally notice the basket next to him. It's full of blankets and clothing designed just for you. He pulls a few garments out of the basket, reaching his hand to give them to you. You look at the clothing, and you notice that it's beautiful, but you find the man more beautiful than everything in the world.

The days go by, and you and Geto start to get closer. You wait for him every day to come and milk you, and he never misses, except for one day.

"Oh, you poor thing, did I forget about you?" he coos, your eyes filling with tears. He forgot to milk you yesterday, and you were filled to the brim. Your boobs hurt like with all the milk stored inside. You feel betrayed, you thought you were his favorite

"Come here, sweetheart," he says, stretching his arms for you to lay in them. You shake your head, giving him the angriest face you can master. He chuckles, pulling you closer to his body. He kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

"I hope you know you're my favorite." his praise means nothing and everything to you at the same time. You've become attached to Geto, but you can't stand to see him give attention to other people. You thought that maybe he likes you more than a cattle he has to milk. In the end, you're not so different from normal humans, you have a pair of ears and a tail, and you have to be milked.

"I'm tired of you treating me like a cattle," you tell him, his eyes widening.

"I never meant to" he wants to apologize, but you cut him off, "but you did."

"Do you want me to treat you like a human?" he asks angrily, his eyes darkening. You look him straight in the eyes before sticking your tongue at him.

"That's it," he growls, ripping the soft white dress off your body. Your boobs fall out, milk already dripping from your nipple. He manhandles you until you are on his lap. Geto takes one of your boobs in his hand and squeezes, milk spraying everywhere. His mouth latches on your boob, and he sucks. Your eyes go wide, not expecting him do to something so vulgar. He milks you by his mouth, some of the milk dripping down his chin. You feel your panties get wetter and wetter every second. You always get needy when he milks you, but he usually uses machines. This is the first time he used his mouth. His mouth feels so much better than those machines, even though he's being mean to your boobs, biting them as he sucks. It's still better than machines that almost pierce your boobs every time they touch you.

"Geto, I need you." you moan, relaxing into Suguru's body. You feel him smirk around your nipple before his hand travels down your body to your pussy. He touches it with his fingertips softly, laughing when he sees that you're absolutely soaked.

"So wet already," he says, kissing you on the cheek. You turn red instantly, this is exactly what you wanted. Now he's treating you like a human girl.

he puts his fingers on your clit, rubbing it gently. You have never had another person touch you before, and somebody else's touch feels so foreign but so good. he doesn't dare to touch you differently, he just rubs your clit while still sucking on your boobs.

The weight in your boob soon becomes lighter, and he moves to the next one.

"you dirty girl," he says, his hand slapping your pussy. You yelp, whining in Geto's arms. He can feel you're close, but he also wants to milk you dry before you cum. Your hips buck to meet his hand, but he smacks your pussy down.

"Don't dare to cum." he says as he sucks harder on your boobs. There's not much left, and as much as he wants to savor the taste, he knows you want to cum.

He pops his mouth off your breast, some of her liquid leaking down between your bodies. He applies more pressure with his fingers on your clit, making you arch your back against his chest.

"Are you gonna cum?" he asks, rubbing you harder. You nod your head, knowing it won't take long before you cum.

"Come here, sweetheart." he turns your head, kissing you right on your lips. Wind knocks out of your lungs as you cum with Geto's lips still pressed against you. Your body trashes against geto.

"Good girl." he praises you as he throws some blanket around your body, the dress he tore away from you being unwearable.

"Don't ever think that you're not my favorite. I couldn't ask for a better cowgirl than you."

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolates vs Aliens Pt. 2

Symbrock x Pregnant!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, anxiety, mentioned somnophilia (consented), lactation kink(?), oral sex (f! receiving)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Taglist: @yoink-a-doink @jayfall93 @being-worthy @theflamingraven

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Every day passed meant it was another day your baby girl grew, another kick, another day closer to being able to hold her in your arms and see her tiny face.

Of course, Eddie and Venom were excited, too. You guys moved fast, but everything came in stride, as if you were together for years. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding the three of you, you were content. Eddie and Venom treated the baby as if they fathered it, and you couldn't be happier. Even if you and Venom were in a constant battle for dominance when it came to chocolate. (Spoiler: you almost always won.)

You especially loved it when Venom cradled your belly. He did it at every available opportunity he could snag. Eddie meanwhile took care of a few more mundane things, splitting with Venom the duties of helping your changing body as your due date closed in on you.

Eddie would massage your feet and swollen ankles, while Venom's inky body would surround your midsection, taking the weight of the baby up off your hips, easing the strain on your back...

But your favorite day so far has to be today.

Because right now, you were currently watching Eddie and Venom snap at each other as they struggled to assemble the crib you ordered online.

No written directions were included, merely pictures of most of the crib already assembled; and the two already had to take it apart three times to start over.

"No, that part goes to that part and that one goes there!" Eddie snapped as the symbiote held a screwdriver and a piece of the railing in a long inky tendril.

Venom growled deeply, "WE ARE NEVER BUYING ANYTHING FROM IKEA EVER AGAIN!"

"No the fuck we are not." Eddie huffed. "We're better off buying furniture at a goddamn yard sale!"

You giggled from where you rocked on your reclining chair, your belly heavy and rounded out; effectively making you look like you swallowed a melon whole.

Eddie and Venom snap their heads to pout at you.

"What're you laughing at?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we'd like to see you try to put something like this together!" Venom snorted.

"Nah, I already have my hands full putting together something waaaay more intricate." You snort back, looking through the cozy baby clothes you'd bought yesterday.

New Years was approaching, and you knew full well you would be due around then, and your poor tiny baby would be absolutely freezing! So you took the preemptive and bought little newborn winter clothes for your girl, including a cute little fluffy teddy onesie with a hood that had cute little ears on it.

"Oh, yeah?" Venom asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Yep." You pat your tummy, and the skin shifts as a tiny foot kicks from within.

"...Okay yeah fair point." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeahhh, mommy wins again!" You grin, patting your belly once more, earning yet another eager kick as you imagine it to be a high-five.

"What, are you keeping score now?" Eddie sighs, pointing the screwdriver at you.

"Damn right I am." You grin. "Mommy points for the win!"

"And how many points do we have?" Venom inquired, tilting his head.

"Not enough to beat meeeee~"

Both of them snorted and shook their heads, before turning back to the task of assembling the frustrating crib that would soon, very soon, cradle your newborn daughter.

If Eddie or Venom ever put her down, that is.

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Christmas came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Your little celebration was small, and you even invited Mrs Chen over to join in on your festivities.

Which mostly consisted of pizza, a sandwich board, and chicken wings, plus a few homemade goodies that Ms Chen brought with her. Not the best meal idea, but it was a party, and damn those wings were good.

You and Venom even gifted Sonny and Cher a nice little seed treat you baked for them as a Christmas present for being "such good birdies".

Baking for chickens, now that was a first. But hearing their happy little clucks as Venom petted them and talked baby to them was absolutely adorable and worth the trouble. As were the large eggs afterwards!

Your mood swings had petered out about two or three months ago (you weren't sure, but Eddie insisted when you didn't break into tears watching a documentary about penguins) and unfortunately, well...

There are other symptoms of a pregnancy that you really thought you could stave off. You tried, you really did, but Venom having such heightened senses and being able to pick up on your scent and hormones? Oh, yeah. You were screwed.

Literally. In several different ways. You'd only had sex once or twice in a previous relationship, and with how disappointing that was, you definitely preferred to handle your urges yourself.

Where your ex-partner previously failed, Venom and Eddie were overachievers.

Taking great care with your belly and baby, they did whatever they could to ensure you were comfortable before making you so strung out your brain could barely form a coherent thought. Between Venom's tongue and Eddie's hands, you were a whimpering, trembling mess when the two would take you to bed.

Venom was especially ravenous in his sexual appetite. After learning more about sex and the pleasure it brought since bonding with Eddie... Where his host was a meal, you were a full-course desert that he would lose himself in.

Some nights, when he would climb through your window, he would immediately seek you out, drawn in by the lingering adrenaline from the hunt and the smell of you.

When you weren't moving about your apartment, Venom could find you in bed, sleeping fitfully. That was when he would crawl up under the blankets and find his way between your legs, not letting up until you woke up a panting mess.

Yeah, definitely the best way to be woken up, in your opinion. There were worse ways. Waaaay worse. Especially because your pregnancy-libido certainly wasn't complaining, the rush of endorphins afterwards would help outweigh the growing anxiety as the days passed.

Every day meant you were closer to your due date. Every day meant you were closer to experiencing possibly the worst pain you will ever feel in your life.

And there was the chance something could go wrong, that your baby could get stuck, or the umbilical cord could wrap around her, or she could be in a breech position...

You feel Eddie's hands gently encircle you, lazily draped over your shoulders as you sat in the shower chair, the warm water pattering over you two. It was New Year's Eve, and you two decided a calm, relaxing shower was a nice way to unwind before you poked your head out of your window to watch the fireworks people would inevitably launch to usher in the new year.

"Hey, sweets." He said to you softly, his thumbs brushing your collarbone softly. "We can feel your pulse jumping like crazy. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just..." You sigh.

"Liar." Eddie chuckled, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to press his thumbs into your weak spots, making you shiver and drag out a soft noise from you.

"C'mon." He urged gently as he massaged you, sending delightful shivers down your back and to your toes and all the way back up again.

"You can tell us, sweets. You thinking about the delivery again?"

You deflate a little, the bliss of his skilled hands drifting away from your grasp as the weight of your baby's birth came back to your mind.

"...Yeah. I'm just... I'm so, so worried, Eddie." You say, feeling your lip begin to wobble.

"I've read so many horrible things online of how it could go wrong, and..."

Venom's head suddenly slinks around you until his strange body is stretched so he could look you in the eyes.

"But there's also good things." He rumbled. "You might have a quick birth, not having to go through it for hours or even days..."

"And hey, you might even be one of those ladies who sneezes and pop! The baby's out!" Eddie added in, making Venom groan.

You can help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded, and you knew Venom was inwardly cringing at such a naive suggestion.

"I doubt I'll be that lucky." You sigh, a smile finally gracing your soft lips.

"Hey! You never know!"

"Idiot." Venom huffed.

"Shithead." Eddie smirked.

You feel your anxieties settle a bit, at least for now.

Your hands trail over your belly, over the thin purple lines crossing your skin, your fingers gently caressing the rising and falling bumps as your baby shifted and rolled around inside your womb.

"...Willow." Venom suddenly said.

You and Eddie blinked and stared at him, brows raised and eyes large, a long silence filling the shower as the water ran over you.

"What?" You ask him.

"For a name. You're gonna be due any day now." He purred, leaning his face closer to your belly.

"Still haven't settled on one."

"Where did you hear that name, Vee?" Eddie asked, shock evident in his tone.

"In some TV show I flicked through when you two were asleep. I like it." He replied simply, pressing his muzzle to your belly, feeling the tiny feet and hands thrash out from within.

"Okay, as far as names go that's... actually a good one." Eddie murmured.

"...Willow." You repeat softly.

It was a beautiful name. And honestly... You liked it. You had yet to pick a name for yourself, indecision being your worst enemy your entire life made the process that much harder.

Picking a name was one of your fears, too. You wanted your daughter to have a wonderful one; one she could carry with pride, and the pressure you placed on yourself to pick the perfect one was what screwed you up on that.

But this name, the one Venom suggested felt... right.

"Yeah." You smile once again. "Yeah. Her name can be Willow."

Venom grinned a shark-like grin and nuzzled his face into your belly like a happy affectionate cat, purring like one, too.

"Well, I'm glad that's a weight off of you." Eddie chuckled, resuming his earlier massage into your shoulders, earning another blissful sigh from you.

Yeah... Things will work out. After all, as long as you had these two with you, you felt like you could handle anything.

You relaxed and leaned into Eddie's touch, a little whimper escaping you as his thumbs knead into a knot in your shoulders.

Venom grinned up at you, and you knew fell the glint in his eyes meant you were in trouble.

And you knew that Eddie had the same smirk.

"No point in hiding it, sweet thing." Venom growled lowly, his tongue laving out to taste the skin on your hip, tracing the stretch marks etched into your skin.

"We know what gets you going." Eddie said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You shivered when Venom's tongue slithered lower, past the swell of your midsection and down to your twitching clit.

"It's n-not my fault..." You whined, your voice cut off by a breathy moan as you felt Venom's tongue squirm past your entrance and into your tight, gummy walls.

"Of course not." Eddie hummed, massaging your shoulders as you arched your spine as little as you could; Venom's inky body slinked around you, enveloping you and keeping you from slipping off the shower chair in the process while he proceeded to eat you out with voracious hunger.

Eddie hissed suddenly, his fingers halting in their ministrations to squeeze you softly.

"Eddie, what--" You panted.

But that's when you felt it. The water was getting cold.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed, hm?" Venom cackled.

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"Eddie, fuck..." You whimpered fingers gripping tight into your bedsheets as Eddie rutted his nose against your clit, his lips and tongue dancing through your soaked folds as his hands pawed at your hips, bringing you down closer every time you squirmed away.

As Eddie devoured you, part of Venom's mass was completely surrounding his cock, sucking and stroking in time with his tongue as it pushed and pulled against your weeping cunt.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. As much as you wanted more, you also wanted to push him away because the sensations were beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you felt that blissful feeling begin roll into a roaring crescendo, threatening to overtake you and make your heart patter out of your lungs.

God, you wished your belly wasn't in the way so you could see what he looked like between your legs. One day, soon.

Or, well... At least once you were fully recovered after the birth. Which would probably be a while.

You were so lost in Eddie's mouth working you over that you didn't notice Venom leering at you, saliva dripping around his fangs as his eyes narrowed to barely-there slits, focused intently on your heaving breasts; both long since swollen and sensitive as your milk came in.

You certainly didn't notice the small beads of hazy white liquid beading up and threatening to roll down the soft mounds of flesh as your orgasm approached.

"Oh, fuck--" You gasped, weakly rolling your hips to meet Eddie's eager mouth.

For a split second, you hear Venom snarl softly, before all of a sudden his mouth was on you, latching onto your pebbled nipple, his tongue rolling and squeezing your breast to get out every drop of that sweet liquid he could.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned, pulling back to breathe heavily.

Venom made sure Eddie could taste your milk as he drank from you readily, the flavor coating his tongue and flooding his taste buds to combine with the sweet taste of your nectar that coated his face and chin.

It was an intoxicating combination.

Eddie's eyes rolled a bit as he dove back in, aggressively sucking and nipping at your clit, gently prodding your entrance with his fingers as Venom proceeded to try and drain your breasts of all their milk.

All at once, the combined feelings had your mind blacking out, every muscle tensing as you came; your teeth snagging your bottom lip between them and you made a loud moan, barely able to string their names out of your mouth as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from you and rises to his knees while Venom pulls himself free (albeit reluctantly) of your breast, licking the stray rivulets of milk that had begun to run down the sides of your tits.

"So sweet, love." He purred, licking his chops. "But we need more."

Venom's head merged back into Eddie's body, his inky mass slinking down his arms until it was comfortably arching your hips and back off the bed while Eddie rutted his sensitive cock against your sensitive cunt, still fluttering and clenching around nothing as the remnants of your orgasm waned.

But every lazy stroke of his hips sent little bolts of lightning arcing through your nerves, stretching out the little aftershocks just a bit farther as he carefully slid his cock into your hungry cunt.

"Fucking tight." Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes pinching shut.

"Not gonna last long, sweets." He rasped.

Between Venom working his cock over and edging him while he ate you out, and how your silky wet heat enveloped him so wonderfully tight, he could already feel himself getting lost in your body.

"Eddie, please..." You keened, your fingers going to grip at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin with each plunge of his cock into your needy hole.

He was careful with you, trying not to jostle you (and the baby) too much as he fucked you.

You felt the pressure build up low in your belly once more, squeezing down and sending another tight feeling down your spine as you became hyper-aware of every vein in his cock as he glided in and out of your hole.

"Almost, baby, almost..." Eddie breathed, wriggling one of his wrists free so he could brace it in the pillow by your head to give himself a bit of leverage as he rocked his hips into yours.

He could feel his orgasm climbing fast; sweat dripping down his brow as your delicate hands slid over his shoulders. The way you bit your lip and locked eyes with him only drove him further into no man's land.

"Fuck." He moaned weakly, his pace stuttering and dragging out as he felt the first volley of cum shoot out of his sensitive tip.

He had enough control to pull out, rutting his hips over your belly as the rest of his cum shot over your swollen belly and twitching pussy, his cock once more rutting against you as he came hard.

Your teeth grit and your nails dug in as Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard into your damp skin as you feel a sensation you were almost familiar with burst low, a fresh burst of wetness gushing from you are the pressure on your lower spine builds and tingles.

"Oh, fuck." You swallow. "Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling back to look down at you with an almost cocky smile on his face.

"I think my water broke."

He and Venom both immediately began to panic.

"WHAT?!"

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The scrambling to get to the hospital moved by you in a blur. One minute Eddie was hastily dressing you in one of your sundresses, slippers, and a pair of panties, the next you were carried like some sort of fairytale princess down to the car park.

Good luck getting an ambulance out to your place tonight...

Eddie and Venom bickered the whole time to your car, your hospital bag prepped and slung over Eddie's shoulder as he guided you down to your car.

They sat you in the passenger seat and helped you buckle in as the first set of contractions ripple through you. As the pain flashed, you couldn't help but be reminded by your earlier concerns.

You read that some women felt pain for days, or hours before their water broke. Why were you only feeling it now? Was that a bad thing? Was something wrong?

Fuck, you knew it would hurt, but... you weren't prepared for the sudden sharp stabbing. You expected it to start as a throb and build from there, not immediately start out like someone was hacking away at your lower half.

When you arrived at the hospital, Eddie had actually slipped and busted his ass on the freshly mopped floor in his haste to fetch you a wheelchair.

You would have laughed, if you hadn't been gripping the safety handle in the car, screaming as another sharp jolt stabbed through you.

A few nurses even chased him out, harping about how he could have a concussion from falling, but quieted when they saw what had him in such a frantic rush.

Your baby girl was coming, whether you were ready or not.

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It had been close to four hours, and you were almost ready to deliver; nearly fully dilated, as your obstetrician cheerfully announced, a smile so cheerful and calm you almost kicked her in the face.

She was less impressed with Eddie, however, as she pulled him out of the delivery room to talk.

"We'll be right back, luv." She assured you sweetly.

"Uh... Is--is everything okay? You were saying they were okay, and--" He blurted out nervously.

"No, no, she's fine." She assured him, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

"Then what..."

"I couldn't help but notice how hesitant she was to tell me how she went into labor. But I have to know, did she fall? Injure her belly in any way?" She questions.

"No! No, god no." Eddie said, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing like that!"

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger on her bicep, a thick brow quirking upwards on her freckled brow.

"...Were the two of you having sex?"

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh... I, er..." Eddie put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, casting a look into the room where you were read-faced and sweaty while the nurses wiped your face with a towel while your hands gripped the handles in the birthing chair you were seated in.

He blew a puff of air out of his cheeks.

God, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The embarrassment of the situation was too much for him, having this teeny tiny Irish woman stare him down.

"I'm not judging you." She says flatly, not letting him escape her microscopic gaze. "But I have to tell you that there is a reason we tell pregnant patients to avoid penetrative sex, or excessive sex this late into their third trimester. It can make them go into labor."

She clicked her tongue and sighed. "You're lucky that she was so close to her due date that the baby isn't in any real danger. But it was still reckless. Regardless if she consented or not, this sort of thing can be dangerous, you hear me?"

Eddie wilted, feeling very much like a puppy who got caught wee'ing on the carpet, shame and mortification filling every inch of his body. Even Venom felt this way, cringing internally at the truths the doctor spat at them as she gave her lecture.

Her rant was cut short when you made a sharp yelp, jerking and clutching at your belly and one of the nurses came rushing to the doorway.

"Doctor O'Halloran, she's ready. We can already feel the baby's head. Looks like this baby wants out now!" She said, absolutely calm and no concern in her voice. If anything, she sounded excited!

Eddie meanwhile was frantic as O'Halloran clicked her tongue again, checking her watch with an almost bored glance. "Huh. Look't that. Well! Let's get this baby out of her! Adjust the chair so she's a bit more comfortable."

She grinned at Eddie, "Well? C'mon, Papa! You better be in here to see your baby girl!"

He felt his heart surge and flop in his chest when she said that. It was finally settling in.

Papa.

Their baby. Their baby girl.

Eddie had scrambled to behind the chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around you.

He was glad he had Venom to strengthen his body, because god, could he swear you had suddenly gained incredible super strength as you began to push, crying and screaming as your lungs were squeezed of air, the pain so blinding you had actually fainted for a few seconds, all while not losing your inhumanly tight grip on his hand.

You had shouted more obscenities than Eddie and Venom had ever heard you swear, in between crying and apologizing for saying them and fainting like a messed up cycle.

Doctor O'Halloran assured Eddie this was normal rather calmly as you came to yet again, just to cry and scream again as your body struggled to push the baby free of your birth canal.

The smell of blood immediately had Venom wanting to surge forth, despite knowing there was nothing he could do for you currently except support you from inside of Eddie as you endured the most painful struggle of your life and he bore witness to something he'd never seen with his own eyes.

The bringing of a life into the world.

It hurt the both of them, to see you hurting so badly as you strained to bring Willow out for the world to see. Thankfully, as Venom had hoped earlier in the night, your birth was going quickly.

Not painlessly, of course, oh no. Definitely not painless.

"The moment we get home, I'm bonding with her. I know I can do it." Venom whined within Eddie as you sobbed in pain. "I want to fix her. I don't want her to hurt anymore after this."

Eddie silently agreed, hoping you would consent to melding with the symbiote to heal the damages your body was going through to birth your baby.

They just wished that you didn't have--

All at once, your body went slack and your eyes shut, but before the boys could panic any further, a tiny, ear-piercing wail filled the room.

"A girl! A nice set of lungs on her!" O'Halloran laughed as she scooped up and handed the newborn off to the nurse. She knew that Eddie (and Venom of course) were too preoccupied between staring in awe at the squirming purple body the nurse held to focus on cutting the cord.

All they could think about was her.

She was here. In front of them. Finally.

Those tiny feet that kicked out at them all this time, the little head they could feel shift around in your belly...

The nurses adjusted the chair enough to allow you to lean back, and Eddie covered your face in kisses, waking you up again with a mad grin.

And, heaven fucking bless you; amazing, gorgeous, powerful you, you smiled back. A tired, watery smile as you cried in victory.

Giving birth and being birthed was the closest thing that someone could come to dying and still come out of it. Many were not so lucky, but they were glad you were among the majority that emerged from this bloody struggle with a smile on your face and mirth in your bloodshot eyes.

The nurses wiped your baby down a bit before pulling your gown down to place her squirming, hiccuping body onto your bare chest.

Your hands weakly went to cradle her warm body, kissing the top of her head where a patch of fuzzy hair was.

"Hey, sweetheart." You sniffled, whispering against the wet fuzz.

You could barely get words out as emotions surged out of you all at once, overwhelming your body and mind as you cradled your precious child.

Almost immediately as your voice washed over her, it was as if the angry baby instantly calmed. It was like your soft, happy sobs were a soothing balm to her squirming body.

Neither could tell who moved it first, but Eddie's hand went to cover yours, Willow looking positively teeny beneath his large hand, watching in awe as her tiny, fat little fingers clawed and groped at your chest.

The sounds of loud booms from outside filled your ears, making her jump and wail once more as you coo'd and murmured to your baby.

"Hey, Eddie?" You sniffled, looking up at him.

"Y... Yeah?" Eddie asked, his throat tight as tears began to build at the corners of his eyes.

You tipped your head and kissed his jaw, weak and tired.

"Happy new year."

You were only faintly aware of the nurses cheering; both the healthy baby you birthed and in celebration of the new year ahead of you.

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They kept you at the hospital for another two days after you gave birth. After passing the placenta and remaining viscera of the birth, your body felt like literal tons of strain had been lifted from you.

And of course you, at the same time, felt like you had been tackled unprotected by a professional linebacker.

So, of course as soon as Venom offered to ease your comfort and repair the damage you agreed. It would certainly save on the recovery time. Sure, it would be hard to explain during your next checkup, but you'd cross that bridge when you got to it.

Ms Chen had gone to the hospital, as she was practically the closest thing either of you had to a mother and she wanted to see the baby. She carried an armload of supplies with her, too. Including some kinda balm that frankly stunk of something akin to menthol, but whatever it did, it certainly eased the pain on your poor nethers.

And of course, she gave a shit-eating grin when you named her honorary grandma.

Even Eddie's ex, Anne, came with her fiancee to congratulate him and coo over the adorable little bundle he so proudly cradled in his strong arms.

He certainly had nurses swooning, but you knew their eyes were only for you. Especially after he cried some more when you wanted his name on her birth certificate.

Right now, you watched as Willow suckled on her cute pink pacifier that Anne had slipped down to the gift shop to buy while they were at the hospital.

She was dressed in a soft two-piece to ensure the remnants of the umbilical cord weren't too aggravated, her cute little face pinched as she grunted in her sleep, exhausted from feeding and content as you carefully swaddled her.

Eddie came up behind you as Venom's head emerged from his body, all three of you looking down as your newborn dreamt whatever dreams babies had. Probably about her next feeding time.

"She's so fucking cute." Eddie sighed dreamily.

"I know! And she's so chunky." You giggle. "I had a real meatball of a baby. No wonder I was so big."

"Nah, you're beautiful." Eddie chuckled, kissing the skin of your shoulder that had been exposed by your oversized T-shirt. One of his, for sure, but he didn't mind.

Venom purred in a near-silent content, before turning to look at Eddie with a shark-like grin, sending a thought telepathically for only him to hear.

The thought made Eddie choke and start to laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"What? What's so funny, you ginormous dorks?" You snicker.

"Ah. Eh..." Eddie said, grinning widely. "...Vee says he calls dibs on the next one."

"Next one..?" You say, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah... the next one. He wants to be the one to knock you up next time."

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, spinning around to slap at Eddie's shoulder while he and Venom laughed. "You two are horrible! Have mercy on my poor body!"

Venom leaned in, nuzzling the pulse in your neck.

"We didn't hear a no..."

[wanderingxiao]

Christmas Miracle!

Husband! Scaramouche x Pregnant! Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language, pregnancy/lactation kink, slight degradation/praise, and just mainly smut with fluff 💜

A/N: Merry Christmas!!! This is shit but hope you enjoy a little! ;)

Scaramouche scoffed lightly looking over the glittering Christmas decorations that filled your shared living room. The tree was decorated with cute figures of Santa, reindeer, pictures of the two of you, and a cute little picture hanging near the top of the tree, a small shape barely visible from the black and white picturing in the sonogram image.

“Scara, it’s Christmas, loosen up a little.” Your husband only snickered in reply, his body turning towards the sound of your voice, his indigo eyes darting down to the disgustingly sweet plate of cookies in your hand. “A holiday, celebrating some fat man with a beard. Is this really how you were raised?” You rolled your eyes a little, shaking your head as you approached him. “That’s not all the holiday is, you know that.”

He huffed quietly, his eyes softening a bit once his hands instinctively found your swollen stomach when you approached. “Tsk, whatever… how are you holding up?” His cheeks dusted faintly in pink, caressing your stomach while you munched away at your cookies. “Mmm, the cravings are like, fucking awful, but other than the backaches and constant arousal, pretty good!”

Scaramouche perked up slightly when he heard the last bit of your complaint. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his stomach, his eyes darkening. “Hmph, can’t even control your hormones, huh? Sounds like a sorry attempt at trying to seduce me.” The edges of his lips curled slightly, giving you a dangerous look while your mouth continued to be stuffed with cookies.

“Mmm! Mo ‘m serous!” A smile quirked to Scaramouche’s lips, his expression softening watching you clear your throat and swallow down your cookies. “I was watching my show yesterday and just the love around the couple…” Your voice trailed off, voice starting to crack. The now empty plate rested against your stomach, your hand coming to your teary eyes. “I-it was so beautiful a-and it reminded me of us! A-And I then I got horny t-thinking about you being a father! A-And our familyyyy! Uwah!”

Scaramouche cringed when your face turned into a sobbing mess. “H-Hey. Don’t cry. You’re ugly when you cry.” His smooth and warm hands wiped your tears, his eyes awkwardly averting at the situation. Your cries soon died down and you laid with your husband snuggled against the couch. “Tsk, you done now brat?” He smirked and kissed your head. “Your hormones are quite the nuisance. Can’t wait til the little shit is out…”

“Awe, are you excited?” You looked up to him knowingly, your smile evident. He only scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t like children.” You only rolled your eyes, he could lie all he wanted, the truth was always in his expressions. Your cheeks flushed, heat building between your legs. Your thighs rubbed together, your eyes casting down to the way his hand laid protectively against your belly. “Uhm… hey… Scara?”

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his head leaning back against the couch, his eyes closing. “There’s a present I would like to open early.” Your husband opened one of his eyes, sparing you a glance questioningly. You took a small breath, moving slightly as your leg swung over his hips, trapping him between your legs. His eyes were fully open now, his attention fully on you. “Can you… give it to me?”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened briefly, his heart beginning to pound. The look in your eyes as you stared lovingly and longingly at him, your heat just above his now growing arousal. He couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t respond, only lightly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down into a soft kiss. His other hand roamed down your chest, groping against your sensitive breasts.

You moaned into his mouth, your clothed cunt now rubbing against his bulge. The swell of your stomach was pressed against his abdomen, only turning Scaramouche on more. Your hands traced his face, delicate fingers running along his jaw and down his neck. His skin shivered under your touch, goosebumps of excitement rising up as he felt your warmth. His tongue invaded your mouth, curling over your gums and teasing against your own hot muscle.

The soft sound of your moans spurred him on, his hands hastily pulling and tugging your clothes off. Your hips rolled against his, dry humping his hardened cock, making you both moan in unison at the sultry action. Scaramouche pulled his lips away, a string of saliva snapping against your lips as his assault moved from your lips to your neck. Love bites and hickeys littered your neck, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He breathed out, slender fingers coming to rub against your sopping cunt, your hips grinding against his fingers once they made contact with your drenched panties. “Please, Scara, mmm~ please…!” Your begging would suffice for tonight, he pulled against the fabric roughly, making the material snap, loosely hanging off your snug hips now as his fingers began to rub against your dripping folds.

Your moans soon began to Increase in pitch, his fingers rubbing back and forth up your folds before his fingertips began to ghost your fluttering pussy. “Such a good girl.” Scaramouche praised, groaning lowly when he felt your gummy walls grip against his fingers when they finally entered your velvety insides. “Ngh, so fucking tight. You’re sucking my fingers in so good.”

“Scara! S-Scara~!” Your hips rolled to meet his fingers, loving the way they scissored your walls apart, curled in just the right place, and pressed against your sweet spot so deliciously. Your hands fumbled against his shirt, pulling it sloppily over his head while you endured the generous pleasure of his fingers. “Hmm~ love you, love you so much…!”

“That’s fucking right! Yeah, you love me? Love me so much don’t you? Yeah? That why you’re- ngh!- so eager for my cock? Huh?!” You could only nod dumbly, hands shakily tracing down his chest to the toned firmness of his abdomen. His thumb abruptly began to rub stimulating circles against your clit, eliciting a loud moan accompanied by the harsh tremble of your legs. “C-Cumming…! Gonna cum!” Your hands clutched the hem of his sweat pants, tugging weakly as you tried to free his cock of the restricting confines of his boxers.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out abruptly, groaning lowly at the sight of your arousal sticky and shiny against his slender digits. He rested his other hand on your stomach, rubbing softly while he eased you back against the couch, scanning your face for any discomfort or pain. “Hey.” He called out, grabbing your face lightly to turn your mushy attention back onto him. “Let me know if you’re not okay… got it?”

You nodded in response, whimpering when you felt the flushed tip of his cock graze your glistening folds. His cock teased your fluttery hole, loving the way your pussy was begging to be stuffed, almost trying to suck him in. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, your fluids coming together in sticky bliss. His cock head nudged up against your clit, his hips moving languidly to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Scara… p-please…” Your voice sounded so beautiful and sultry, hips weakly bucking up to receive more exciting friction. Scaramouche laughed softly, his hand gripping the base of his cock before he slowly began to enter you. His hands were clammy as they rested on your hips, his brain beginning to turn to mush the second your warm walls enveloped his throbbing cock. “F-Fuck… you always… f-feel so good.”

You whimpered as his length began to stretch your insides, creating a generously full feeling that made your fingertips tingle. Once he was half way in, he bucked his hips, bottoming out instantly with a deep moan. “S-Shit, you’re sucking me in… I fucking love it, hah~” Scaramouche leaned over you, his stomach pressed against your bulging belly while he thrust shallowly into your drooly cunt.

“A-Ahh, Scara~ more…!” Your husband only growled in response, pushing his hips harder against your own, the deliciously gooey head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot, evoking the most sinful moans you could muster. It was as if you had gone to heaven. Every movement of his cock sent shivers and electric sparks of pleasure into your spine. The way his veins and mushy head would scrape against your gummy velvet walls, it all felt so good you could barely contain yourself.

Scaramouche was struggling to control himself too. The gorgeous curve of your stomach, swollen with his child. The way you practically oozed motherhood made his carnal instincts spiral. His hands roughly went to grope at your boobs, squeezing the squishy and engorged mounds of flesh until you were jerking against his body, moaning uncontrollably.

“Scara~! W-Wait! Mmm~ S-So sensitive… they’re so sensitive…! Ngh!” Your beautiful cries fell deaf upon his ears as he gently turned you on your side, pulling one of your legs back by your ankle to give his cock deeper access to firmly press against your sweet spot. This way, he could lean down to suck against your breasts while he fucked you. “Ahh?! Scara! Wait! Wait wait wait! Hah!”

His tongue swirled lewdly over the sensitive bud, covering your breast in his saliva. His mouth came to latch on again, this time, giving your tit a light suck accompanied by a squeeze before a milky taste invaded his tongue. Your husband jerked away quickly, his eyes widened in surprise as he watched milk begin to leak from your swollen tits. His cock began to twitch wildly inside your warm walls, making you wince in ecstasy.

“Heh, so messy and pathetic, my gorgeous wife.” Scaramouche degraded, lightened with praise to quell your sensitive emotions. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his dark indigo eyes glued to the way your tits squirted out milk whenever he would squeeze against your breasts roughly. “Fuck… t-that’s so hot.”

You couldn’t respond, your orgasm approaching quickly as your sensitive breasts were groped and squeezed of all the milk that swelled within the engorged flesh. Your pussy fluttered around Scaramouche’s cock, warning him of your fast approaching climax. His husky groans became louder, his own body beginning to tense up. You could lightly feel the way his cock twitched inside, only arousing you further knowing he would be filling you with his sticky cum any moment now.

“Mmm, s-shit I’m cumming. I’m c-cumming baby! Cum -ngh!” Scaramouche could feel his balls tighten, cock beginning to twitch wildly as his warm cum began to spurt inside of you, turning your insides into a gooey mess. Your own climax didn’t help, your walls spasming around his cock, desperate to keep him sheathed inside while you milked him for everything he was worth. “Scara~! Ahh!! S-So full… so full… f-feels… so good.”

He leaned over to your face panting lightly indigo bangs gently tickling your forehead as he gave you a soft kiss as some sort of apology. His eyes cast down to the slippery mess of your milk all over your breasts, abdomen, and the couch. He could feel himself getting hard again just at the sight of your lactating tits. You whimpered at the feeling.

“Y-You’re hard again?” Your body was wiped, and he could tell. With your hormones spiraling and emotions scattered, he knew you couldn’t handle another round tonight. No need to worry, he’ll give you the best morning sex ever. He slowly pulled his length out, whimpering lowly when the warmth of your walls disappeared. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I can tell you’re tired. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

You smiled softly at his suggestion, nodding slowly. Your husband moved off of you, putting his underwear and sweats back on before he helped you up from the couch. It was then a sudden gush racked your body, and the sound of water splatting against the floor was heard. You both looked down to see a clear fluid covering the floor. Your hand immediately clutched at your stomach, the feeling of being stabbed a thousand times boiling within your insides.

“Scara… I… I think my water just broke…”

It’s a Christmas miracle! Welcome to the world baby Kunikuzushi!

Merry Christmas! 💜 Stay safe everyone and have a happy holiday 💜💜

[thewordypeach]

Cream

Cream (Milk)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader word count: 2.9k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!!!, smut! smut! smut!, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v = creampie, oral, titty sucking and titty fucking, (lactation kink), implied breeding kink, squirting, etc. summary: Joel needs his thirst quenched, and only one thing in this world can do it - author's note: ummm … so this sequel had me questioning my life choices. like i do not know what possessed me to take it this far lol so you better blow it up like you did with ‘Milk’ 🤭 anyways, i hope you like it <3 xoxo the wordy peach

It begins with: “You’ll never guess what they’re playing at movie night,” 

You look at Joel, a single eyebrow raised. Joel wolfishly grins, his brown eyes sparkling, “Austin Powers and the Spy Who Shagged Me,” 

He watches as your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Joel can’t believe you don’t remember the conversation from last week, the one that had you confessing to him that you felt like one of those fembots from the aforementioned movie. He steps closer, head dipping to your ear, whispering: “Machine gun titties,” 

That’s all it takes for you to remember. And it has your cheeks flushing pink. Sheepishly, you smile at him. But, of course, the cock block herself pipes up: “The spy who what?”

Ellie, you spunky little shithead. You love her to death. You never want her to grow up. But lately, she’s been ruining your alone time with Joel. You know she just wants to be a part of the family, and she is. It never even crossed your mind to think otherwise. She’s the daughter you never had. Sometimes you wish she’d just go and make friends that aren’t you or Joel. 

You look at Joel, waiting for him to answer. But Joel is expectantly gazing at you. A playful smirk ghosts across his lips. He thinks it’s your duty to explain the birds, the bees, and everything between them to Ellie. Of course, she knows most of it. But she questions absolutely everything. Just yesterday, you had the unfortunate experience of explaining anal to her; Joel walked out of the house when she asked and didn’t return until later. 

You poke a finger into Joel’s chest, hissing at him, “It’s your turn,” 

His face goes slack before he gives you a sullen look. He pouts those luscious lips of his, “But darlin'….” 

“Don't darlin' me, mister. You owe me for yesterday,” 

Joel continues to pout but eventually relents. He turns to Ellie with a face void of any emotion: “It’s a classic movie from the 2000s,” 

“Yeah, but what does shagged mean?” Ellie asks. Her eyes look between you and Joel, waiting for an answer. Joel grows uncomfortable. He’s never been one to talk about this kind of stuff. 

“Yeah, Joel. What does shagged mean?” You ask. 

“It- it… it means…” Joel stutters and stumbles over the words. His face is turning pink. He looks flustered as he searches for the right thing to say. You’re enjoying him floundering around. In one great, big breath, Joel spills out: “It’s a British slang term for intercourse,” 

Ellie blinks at him several times as she repeats what Joel just said to her. She starts chuckling, “Shagged means sex?!” Ellie turns into a mess of laughter. She’s clutching her sides. It’s not that funny. But you like watching her have fun. It brings back the innocence and reminds you of childhood. You were young when the movie came out, and the world was ravaged by fungus a few years after. So you cherish this moment of hilarity. You rub your tummy and smile at how much fun you will have raising this new baby with Joel and Ellie -

You don’t make it to movie night because you’re busy with the nursery, and the thought of walking all the way to town hall makes you cringe. You don’t like going anywhere unless it is essential. You make Joel and Ellie do everything for you. There are still some things you do yourself.

You insist Joel and Ellie go. Ellie doesn’t fight it (she’s so excited to watch a piece of history), but Joel grumbles about it. He wants to stay and help. By helping, Joel means he wants to milk you. He can’t stop helping you, and it’s the only thing on his mind - Joel swears he even dreams about it now. However, there hasn’t been a single moment for him to help you. Tommy has Joel doing everything and anything, and between his brother and Ellie, Joel hasn’t had time for his new hobby. 

So, after he drops Ellie off at the movie (making sure that she is settled and making sure that Tommy will bring her home after), Joel leaves and makes his way back to you. He wants to spend every free minute with you, but more importantly, this is the perfect opportunity to do what he’s been dreaming of without any interruptions. Joel needs his thirst quenched, and only one thing in this world can do it -

You hear him before you see him, and then you feel him. His arms wrap around your body, and he presses his chest into your back. You sink into the warmth, eyes closing and throat humming. His hands briefly touch your stomach before they find their rightful place. Joel cups your tits, placing each of them into his hands, and marvels at the heaviness. So full of his special cream. 

“They’ve gotten bigger, haven’t they?” Joel murmurs. His cock is already hard and straining inside his pants. Hell, on the walk home, the prospect of milking you had him almost cumming right then and there. 

“They’re definitely heavier,” Joel adds as he squeezes them. He notices you aren’t wearing a bra, and with one simple motion, he has his shirt on the floor (the only one that fits you). You’re facing him now, chest and belly exposed. The sight of you has him losing it. Joel feels happy and excited, and everything in between that. Joel can’t believe that you're his, and he’s yours. Nor can he believe his eyes because your tits are definitely bigger, and your nipples are already dewy with that milky nectar he loves so much. 

Joel groans, latches his mouth onto your right side, and starts suckling like a starved man. Your nipple is already stiff and responsive, and you feel the sensation of milk rushing through to meet your partner’s greedy tongue. His hand expertly kneads the pillowy flesh, expressing even more of the sweet cream that has him hard as a rock. Joel starts to breathe deeper and sucks harder, causing you to moan. 

Your fingers comb through Joel’s hair, and you hold him there because the pleasure of having Joel drain your tits is undeniable; in fact, the more Joel sucks and licks your nipple, the more your arousal grows. You have to remind him, “Joel…. We have less than ninety minutes -”

He grunts in response and moves his mouth to the other side he’s been neglecting. The feeling is indescribable, and you relish it. The relief Joel is giving you is insurmountable. But it also has you growing impatient with him. Your core is aching for his cock, and your hands travel over his body. You feel his muscles, thick and robust, beneath the plaid shirt. You need him now. 

“Joel,” Your hand drops to the bulge in his jeans, and you gently rub it with purpose. The friction makes Joel groan, finally lifting his head from your tits. His eyes are filled with a dazy lustiness that makes you fumble with your words. Still, it doesn’t matter because Joel is suddenly pressing his lips against yours and kissing you with an ardour that makes you forget everything you are about to say. 

You taste the substance that has Joel acting ravenous. It reminds you of cereal milk because it’s so sweet. You part from his lips, whispering, “Can I taste you now?” 

He doesn’t have time to answer because you’re already lowering yourself to your knees, planting them on the ground in front of Joel. With one hand, you pop open the buttons of his jeans and pull down the zipper. Roughly, you tug at the opening and watch as his thick, luscious cock springs free from its confines. At the sight of it, you lick your lips. Your fingers wrap around his length and slide over his stiffness. The movement makes Joel shiver, and when your lips finally touch his cock, a groan escapes from his throat.

Joel has been so concerned about making you feel good that he forgot to consider himself. Suddenly, you thrust him inside your mouth while twisting your hand down his cock. He quickly fills your mouth, and his hand grasps your hair in hopes of controlling you. However, he’s fine with letting you have your way right now. It’s been a while since you had the opportunity to please him; Joel loves how the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you’re so adept at sucking him off that his length doesn’t make you gag anymore  - 

Expertly, you glide your mouth from the hilt to the tip of Joel’s cock, coating it in your saliva. Joel’s eyes nearly roll into his head because it feels so fucking good. It’s the only thing he can tell you because he’s almost lost his mind from the bliss of your mouth sheathing his cock. You don’t stop until Joel gasps for air and asks you to stop. 

“Babe, babe, babe,” His voice is husky, and he roughly pulls on your hair. You gasp and gaze up at him with a thick string of spit connecting your lips to his cock. Joel quivers at the sight and has to remember what he will say. You wait patiently. Obediently. 

Breathlessly, he asks, “Do you want me to fuck you here? Or…”

Without skipping a beat, you reply, “Here,” 

Joel doesn’t need to be told twice and is quick to shed his jeans before he starts to help you. You lean forward onto the palm of your hands and watch as Joel goes behind and begins to slide off the sweatpants you’re always wearing. Not that Joel minds. He knows it’s the only thing that fits you because you remind him every damn day. Once the sweatpants are off, he tosses them to the side and stares lovingly at your ass. It’s so round and perky and panty-less. He’s genuinely surprised, and it makes him smile. 

He caresses your fleshy cheeks, asking, “Is this for me?”

Joel can’t see your face but can tell you are blushing. Sheepishly, you admit, “As soon as you left, I took them off - for easy access,”

“Oh, darlin’,” He swoons, “You’re so sweet to think of me,”

Joel pries your sweet cheeks apart and buries his face, his tongue immediately swirling around your puckered asshole. Mewls spill forth from your mouth, and you wiggle your hips, trying to splay them apart because your body needs more. Joel’s tongue slithers down, lapping the juice practically pouring out of your needy, swollen cunt. He licks and sucks with wild abandon, groaning at your deliciousness. He doesn’t stop until you are begging him, “Joel, fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock, please. Oh god, fuck me, already!”

He removes his mouth from your exterior and replaces it with his cock. He rubs and rubs his bulbous crown between your molten wetness, gliding it back and forth until it’s coated with your slickness. When he thinks it’s enough, he pushes into your tight cunt. At first, your channel is resistant. But slowly, your velvety walls happily start devouring Joel’s cock until his entire length basks in the warmth. 

You are gasping at the sensation of being stretched out. It’s almost too much in this position, and a small rock of Joel’s hips gives way to your first orgasm. Your vision swirls as a wave of ecstasy comes crashing through. Your fingers grip the carpet as your cunt swells and clenches his cock. Your back arches as you cry out, “Fuck, Joel,”

Immediately, he stops, thinking he has hurt you or the baby. Panic-stricken, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“N-n-nothing,” You stutter out, attempting to catch your breath. Your lungs greedily suck in the air, saturated with the smell of sex. You tell him, “You made me cum,”

“Already?” He murmurs and devilishly thinks about the five times he made you cum last week. Joel rocks his hips again, and you whimper at the movement. At a glacial pace, Joel pulls out before sliding back in and burying his cock to the hilt. You’re gripping the carpet and moaning like crazy. He’s sure the neighbours can hear you, which drives Joel forward. He wants them to know how good he is at fucking you. 

Joel grabs your hips, nails sinking into the fleshy bits, and plows in and out of your pussy. He’s pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in, ensuring you feel every inch of his girthy length. Your body is rocking beneath his, tits swaying like udders. You reach between your legs to touch your clit. It’s pulsating and yearning to be touched. You gingerly circle it, knowing a light touch is enough to send you over the edge. And you’re right because, within seconds, your second orgasm is rolling through.

You wail, “Joel, Joel, Joel,” but Joel doesn’t stop this time. He continues to youthfully spear your pussy and watches as your creamy juices coat his cock. Vigorously, you rub your clit because a third orgasm is imminent. Your back arches and your hips are high in the air, and Joel stops, pulling out completely, to watch as your pussy trembles with another orgasm. Your thighs are dripping with your juices, and his name still spills out of your mouth. Repeatedly. 

His hand squeezes your hip, “Mmm, darlin’. That’s your third one - should we slow down? Don’t want to hurt -”

“Need more,” You interrupt him, “Need to cum more, Joel,”

Joel shakes his head, “Darlin’,'' He knows you aren’t thinking straight, driven to recklessness because of the pure ecstasy that has raptured your body. You turn over, laying on your back. You splay your legs apart, and your pussy glistens in the light. It’s so swollen, so puffy. Your hand is back, and your fingers are working your clit. But from this angle, it’s a little more challenging because of your protruding belly. And it’s making you frustrated. Especially because Joel is just watching, not helping. 

“Joel,” You growl, “Fuck me,”

A single eyebrow of his shoots up, and you begrudgingly mutter, “Please,”

Much to your surprise, Joel moves. However, instead, he hovers above your chest and settles his cock in the valley of your tits. His hands squeeze them, and the milk for his unborn child sprays out, sprinkling across your chest and hitting his cock. At first, Joel goes slow, his cock passing between your tits. It’s a different kind of friction and holy hell… it feels good. His cock, slippery with your juices and milk, has him gliding through your breasts with ease. He grips harder and fucks your tits faster, rocking his hips back and forth. 

As he slips in and out, he milks your bountiful breasts in the process. He does it until you are soaked. He’s breathing hard, and his balls are tightening. He’s close, so fucking close. But he doesn’t want to finish like this because he knows you want more orgasms, and who is he to deny his pregnant partner? You have been carrying his baby for months, and it hasn’t been easy. And Joel knows that once the baby is born, you won’t be able to have sex for weeks. Not until you’re healed. So, why not let you live a little? 

He pulls his cock out of your cleavage and moves his face to yours, kissing you passionately. His tongue swirls and mingles with yours before he shifts down. Joel latches his mouth around your nipple and practically inhales a gulp of cream into his mouth. He doesn’t swallow and comes back up, kissing you again. Messily, Joel washes your mouth with your milk. It’s sweet and warm, and it’s fucking kinky as hell. It has you moaning into Joel’s mouth. He moans back, letting you know he loves every moment of it too.

As he continues to kiss you, Joel reaches down and takes his cock, sliding it over your puffy and sensitive lips before pressing it into your velvet channel. Your body welcomes him, and your mouth drops, gasping as you effortlessly fit his entire length . Once more, Joel explores your warm depths with a vigorous youthfulness. His flesh is clapping yours over and over until you are yelling his name over and over. Your hands are gripping his forearms, nails digging into his skin. 

“Mmm, Joel, mmm, Joel, gonna cum, Joel, mmm - fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your eyes roll back, and an unwavering fourth climax raptures your body. A euphoric release rolls across your body, and you undulate beneath Joel. He watches as your belly quivers, and he feels your cunt trying to expel him, and when he does finally pull out, a massive bolt of liquid escapes - he realizes you’re squirting. Something he’s only heard rumours about. He’s astonished by the amount of liquid that is coming out and by how long your orgasm is lasting.

Meanwhile, you are gasping for air, lungs greedily gulping it down. You have no idea what happened; all you know is it’s a big wet mess down there. You’re gazing at Joel, cock-drunk. Orgasm-drunk. Your brain is buzzing with satisfaction. Your fixation on cumming has been satiated. However, your partner is still rock hard. He still needs to cum, and he’s more eager than ever before. He shoves his cock back in, and the molten wetness has his cock quivering as his climax punches through, pushing him over the edge.

He doesn't warn you. He doesn’t have to - the damage is done. You’re reaping what he sowed. Joel shoots his seed as far into you as possible with a single thrust. His hands touch your belly, caressing the soft skin, and he pushes his cock even deeper, where he empties the rest of his balls. When he pulls out, his cum mixed with yours oozes out from your crease and pools onto the carpet beneath you. 

You dare to smile up at him, murmuring: “Thank you, Daddy,”

[nkogneatho]

For the nasty night thingy

Umm lactation kink with Sukuna....I'm sorry for the lactation kink again i can't get enough I'm all about babies and shit !! 😮‍💨

ISHSJDSKSJ BROOO. I am gonna put this under readmore.

—cw: lactation kink, slight biting, breast milk addicted sukuna.

Sukuna is a grown ass man but he's never been such a babie about something. When you find him pouting over the fact that you won't let him taste your milk directly from the source, you are shocked. I mean...isn't it weird? He says it isn't, but you're so skeptical.

"But baby, you're overflowing. It's going waste and you know I am a responsible man."

"You tossed capsicums in the bin yesterday."

"THEY TASTE EVIL," he argues. "C'mon, my love."

When you do say yes, he has you sat nicely on the bed, your plump breast with perking nipples out. He's seen you put pressure on it for easier flow so he replicates your actions. OH GOD OH GOD. He's addicted once he latches his mouth on your nipples, and they squirt a good amount of your sweet breast milk on his tongue. He gets too excited, that he ends up digging his teeth in your flesh. You hiss.

"Sukuna~"

"Sorry sorry. I just—" he doesn't even complete his sentence before he starts suckin—drinking your milk.

Seems like you wouldn't have to worry about the overflowing milk anymore.

[bunnywonyo]

LOSER SUBBY ALPHA WONY IN RUT PLSSSSSSEE (or both)

SHE'S SO LOSER CODED I LOVE HER :((

her begging you to come home and help her so even if you have urgent matters to attend to, you can't help it if your subby alpha needs you :((

dropping everything and arriving home you see her in your shared room whining and crying while still humping your pillow you could see your panty from yesterday in her hands while she's sniffing them she missed you so much did i mention that the whole house reeks of her pheromones?

you go near her cupping her cheeks that are wet with tears and she leans in to your touch your poor baby >_<

her mind is clouded with lust that she just grabs you face smashing your lips against her while her free hand snakes to you chest groping your tits wanting to suck the milk out of them(sharpie kaye and ena opened my eyes on wy lactating kink🙏🏻) then what😞😞😞😞

wonyo ripping of your clothes and you riding her 10 inch dick your warmth making her feel so goood whining and whimpering too

when she cums her tears run down her face then she just buries her face on your neck while still pumping her cum in you

you guys rest for a while till wony's hips start moving on their and you continue for the rest of the night

waking up the next day to her cuddling you while her dick is still deep inside you, her protective arms looping around you

ofc since u were sore she'd assist you with walking around the house and she insists to do everything that day as a sorry for going so hard on you and making you miss work

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Oh my God, I really need to have babies with your hubby tony, seriously! I would be the happiest wife in the world. Can you write a delicious baby making with him? Breeding kink is so hot and breeding kink with tony is even hotter, aaaand you write smut beautifully!

Nice and round for me

PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You and Tony are enjoying your honeymoon in Switzerland, and you had a little more to drink this particular night than usual. You still can't keep your hands off one another, but when the night gets more heated, a specific kink of Tony's comes to light, and you can't help but indulge him in his biggest fantasy.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ breeding kink, daddy kink, lactation kink (without milk), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting ], mentions of pregnancy.

A/N | Hi Nonnie, thank you for this wonderful request! It will be my first time writing a breeding kink, and I'm honored you want me to write it with the wonderful hubby Tony Stark! 🖤

This one-shot takes place during the same time frame as Baby, it's cold outside. You don't need to have read that one to understand this, but I would still appreciate it if you check it out if you still need to.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

You and Tony have been enjoying your honeymoon for the last week and a half, but neither of you has seen much of the beautiful Alps you're currently at. Today, you are planning on changing that.

''Babe, I really think it's time to go and enjoy the sights out there; I didn't bring my camera for nothing,'' you tell him while you're having breakfast together.

Honestly, you're still sore from yesterday since the two of you had been going at it all day and all night, so it would be nice to have a day off for once.

''Alright, but I might have better use for your camera-''

''No, Tony, we're not filming ourselves having sex. You can forget about that idea,'' you say sharply.

''Never say never...'' he said in a sing-song voice, quickly getting up before you could poke him in his side as punishment.

''Not fair! I'm still sore from yesterday, so I'm not as fast as you are,'' you say with a pout.

''I'm sorry, Honey Bee,'' he says as he walks back, giving you a soft kiss on your lips as an apology.

When breakfast is gone, the two of you get some walking done, and you snap some fantastic pictures of the Swiss Alps before heading back, ready for some hot chocolate by the fire.

''Alright, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for my gorgeous Honey Bee,'' Tony says as he hands you an extra-large mug.

''Ooh, thank you so much, Babe!'' you say as you press play for the movie you will watch together. You cuddle into his side, letting your thoughts go for a little while.

''We should invite all of the Avengers over here for a vacation soon,'' you tell Tony, and he nods.

''As long as I can still have the next week and a half just with you, you can invite anyone whenever you want,'' he says, and you nod.

''Of course, our honeymoon is just for us,'' you tell him.

When both of your mugs are empty, you put them on the table in front of the couch, and when you move back, you go and straddle Tony's lap on the couch.

''Hm, I thought you were sore, Honey Bee,'' Tony says as you slowly start grinding yourself onto him.

''Well, I want you to fill me up again, Daddy. Need to be full with you again,'' you tell him in an innocent voice.

His head falls back on the couch with a soft thud as he lets out a deep grunt at the nickname. He goes absolutely feral when you call him daddy, and it sparked something in him you didn't even know was there.

''How about you make me a real Daddy, huh? Want to fill you up so much with my cum that you'll get nice and round for me when you're pregnant,'' he says, his eyes darkening immensely.

Suddenly your cheeks darken to a deep red color at the thought, but you can't say that you mind, in all honesty. You've always wanted children, so you play into his fantasy.

''Yes, please, Daddy, please get me pregnant,'' you say, and you start grinding into him more, feeling him firm up in his pants without much effort. Combined with your soft moans, he's an absolute goner for you.

His hands fly to your hips, your dress already bunched up at your waist, too, from how you sat down earlier.

''Hm, lemme feel if my Baby is wearing any panties right now,'' he says, and you softly shake your head.

''I'm not, Daddy. Decided to not wear any for you this morning,'' you say with big eyes, making yourself still look as innocent as possible.

''Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me,'' he groans and he thinks 'this would be a great way to go when my time comes.'

''Here, let me free my hard cock for you, Honey Bee; that way, I can get you nice and pregnant while you bounce on this for me,'' he says, and you get up a little, letting him unbutton his pants, shoving them down to his knees.

''Well, it's a good thing Daddy wasn't in underwear either for his Honey Bee, huh?'' he asks. You nod, almost drooling at the sight of his rock-hard member resting against his abdomen.

''F-fuck, Daddy, so hard for me. Want you to fill me up!'' you whine out, and he grabs you by your hips before manhandling you onto his dick, shoving into you in a single thrust.

''D-DADDY, YES!'' you scream out as your head falls back against your neck. You start grinding and bouncing on his dick, pulling deep groans and moans from both of you.

His fingers find their way between your bodies and onto your clit, making you scream out loud at the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

''Oh, fuck, Honey Bee, can't wait to fill you up so full you're dripping with my cum. Need to fill you up until you're round with my baby, milk dripping from those gorgeous tits of yours,'' he says as he pulls the collar of your dress down.

Your boobs are on full display for him as they bounce up and down in sync with your movements, and he plays with your nipple, wrapping his lips around the other and sucking on the other.

''Hmm, suck on my tits, Daddy. Get all the milk you want,'' you say as you're getting breathless from the movements, but you don't dare to stop.

''These tits will be so gorgeous for me when they're all filled with milk, dripping with the deliciousness that I will happily lap up,'' he says, moving his lips to the other breast and continuing those same actions.

''Need to cum, Daddy, am close!'' you moan, and a whine escapes you shortly after.

''Yeah, does my good girl get to cum? You think you've been good enough to Daddy to earn it?'' he asks as his hand moves back to your clit, your entire pussy soaking by now.

''Y-yeah, I'm Daddy's good girl! Been so good for you, Daddy!'' you say, almost over the edge.

''Cum. NOW.'' he orders sharply, and before you know it, you're cumming hard, squirting all over his legs, the couch, and the floor from the intensity of the orgasm.

''Thank you, Daddy,'' you say between pants, and his hands grip your hips as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

''Fuck, keep squeezing me like that. Gonna cum deep inside your wet cunt Honey Bee,'' he says. ''Gonna get you pregnant right now to remember this amazing day,'' and not long after, he does, shooting his cum deep inside you.

You are entirely fucked out as you slouch forward against his body, keeping his softening dick still inside you.

''Wanna stay like this, Daddy. Wanna stay with you inside me,'' you say, and he nods.

''Alright, Honey Bee, I love you so much,'' he says as his hands trail lazy patterns all over your back.

Today marks your 6 month wedding anniversary, and you and Tony are still very much in the honeymoon phase of your marriage.

Since the two of you found out you're pregnant - and expecting twins, no less -Tony hasn't left your side for a second. His duties as Iron Man are put on hold indefinitely since he just wants to be with you.

''God, you're even more beautiful than yesterday, Honey Bee,'' Tony says, and you giggle because he tells you the same exact thing every day.

''Babe, you tell me that every day. And even though I agree with you, it might be time for you to think of something else to tell me before I get used to you telling me that,'' you say as you let yourself fall onto the couch.

''No, because I will never get enough of telling you how beautiful you are when carrying my babies. I love you so much,'' he says as he sits down and rests his hand on your belly.

''I love you more,'' you say, leaning in for a kiss that leaves you breathless for a little bit. ''And I am sure our boys will love you just as much as I love you,'' you tell him, your hands resting on your belly alongside Tony's hand.

[snoozingredpanda]

Day 21: Lactation [WEREWOLF!BENNI ; FEM READER]

You remember it like it was yesterday.

Benni had been breeding you for years, or attempting to. Every single month, whilst she was in rut and able to impregnate, she’d fuck you repeatedly, hoping, begging for a chance to get you pregnant.

But alas, it had never worked. She was practically infertile due to her genetics, and the chances of you getting knocked up with her pups was low.

Then one day it happened. You took a test and it said you were pregnant. At first you didn’t react. You’d had faulty tests in the past. But when you come out of the bathroom, Benni’s all over you, smelling your scent, tail wagging faster than the speed of light.

“Pups,” she says. “You’ve got my pups.”

She’d never reacted this way with the other positive tests, and so you melt into her arms, so fucking happy you could make Benni’s wish come true.

Benni was an unbelievable mate throughout your pregnancy. She never let you raise a finger, even when you had no bump. She was the alpha, who had to protect her pregnant omega.

She stopped going into rut, and was much more gentle now that her main reason for rut had been accomplished. She just had no need for a cock.

That didn’t mean she stopped pleasuring you. Her tongue made you cum every night, your moans loud as your pregnancy made you so, so sensitive. She loved giving you oral — it let her be close to both your delicious cunt and the soft sounds of her pups being created inside you.

Massaging your swollen thighs as she sucks on your puffy clit, nose nuzzling the area above your cunt, her silver eyes so full of love and admiration.

“Love you,” she’d mumble. “Love you and our bubbas so much.”

Over the weeks and months, your belly grew bigger and so did your tits, becoming heavy in rich milk as you entered your last trimester. You’d be confined to bed a lot, your large belly too big to be waddling around all day whilst Benni was out hunting — what if something happened to you?!

However as the last few weeks rolled around, and your tits were practically bursting with fatty milk, Benni could no longer resist.

She sulks slightly as she crawls into bed next to you, giving you puppy eyes. Her mouth is watering, hands gripping your loose shirt as she whispers, “Please, ‘mega…”

And you’ll smile and lift your shirt, your nipples already dripping with white goodness. Like a newborn she’ll latch onto your tit, sucking and swallowing to her hearts content.

Being denied such richness as a pup, she’d always craved such delicious milk, and now you had it, she was addicted. Her eyes will flutter closed, suckling softly for hours.

It just tasted so good, filling her up. She won’t need to eat an actual meal when she’s attached to you, getting all the nutrition straight from your breasts.

She’s in heaven. She’s dreamt of this for years. Seeing her siblings suckle had left her feeling so jealous and empty, and now she’s living the wondrous childhood she never had.

The weight and pressure being released was a godsend to you; everything hurt in these final weeks and Benni was letting at least some of the pain away.

She pulls away in a drunken state, whimpering to herself. To thank you she’ll kiss down your swollen body and make you cum on your tongue, stimulating your poor clit until you’re too tired to go on.

If you have more milk to give she’ll continue suckling, but if not she’ll make you some food and encourage you to rest. This happens right up to the day your pups were born.

Three of them, two girls and one boy. Tiny things, covered in a temporary thick layer of fur to protect their tiny bodies from harm. You’re sweating and panting from the delivery, and Benni’s holding them in a little blanket, her eyes so wide and her smile so large.

Benni’s in love the moment she sees them, cuddling them close despite them being no bigger than her hand. You didn’t realise they’d come rather prematurely, but all three thrived regardless.

It was the start of your little family, and you were the perfect mother, and Benni was too. Raising your pups as best you both can.

And after you’ve put the triplets to bed, exhausted from the day, Benni will cuddle up to you and help you release the final few drops of milk from your bulging tits.

[collegecuckcakev3]

I have been a sub and a quean my entire adult life.

My husband and I met in high school and he fucked every one of my high school bullies and rivals and allowed them to dom me.

I have very sexy adult children. Now as adults they know everything.

I grew up with corporal punishment all through my life and I still get it from lots of people including my husband, my doms, and my biological parents.

He cucks me with my mom who is….very sadistic. Always has been.

…trying to remember things you might ask.

My diet is controlled. Much like M’s. Including I cannot handle forced ingestion but it’s on my menu too.

So, dog food? Yes.

Cum and piss garnish? Yes

Complaining? Absolutely not.

Leftovers for me while others eat fresh is my norm.

I am lactating. I probably will be forever.

Using a toilet is a privilege for me. It’s rare.

I’m whipped.

I’m naked…usually. Walk in the door and strip before hello is a rule for me.

I’m in my 30’s kids are young adult to mid/lower 20’s. Boys and girls (I got bred a lot). My parents are in their lower/mid 50’s.

Hopefully that’s a good start. Please let me know what you think and ask anything you’d like(:

-AP

I am nearly positive this is the same person as "M" from yesterday who just changed their story because of the underage things...

[celebratinglucychen]

While I doubt we’ll ever see this, I’d love to see Lucy celebrating Chinese New Year. Or gifting red pockets. It would have been such a small but lovely thing to see a red envelope tucked away in Lucy’s many gift baskets, like the one she gave with homemade lactation cookies for the birth of Jackson.

Hi there, lovely! Thanks for your message! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

That is such a beautiful idea! I thought it was such a sweet gesture for Mel to gift red envelopes her to castmates on Chinese New Year. I definitely wish that art would imitate life and that we'd see this through Lucy ... an envelope in a gift basket among other items is such a small thing but even this would make a world of symbolic difference. Red envelopes aren't just limited to a certain holiday either! It would show us that the props department actually get who Lucy is. Lunar New Year is one of those holidays that, it doesn't matter if your family's been American for ten days or ten generations ... if you're East Asian, it's acknowledged and observed. So yeah, I def think that Lucy would!

An idea I had that was inspired by your comment is Lucy and Tim checking on a Chinese New Year celebration because Karen called in a noise complaint. Lucy would be so giddy about the celebration while telling Karen off as Tim slips into his annoyed TO persona (but secretly loving her giddiness). It wouldn't exactly be Lucy celebrating but it does keep the patrol aspect of the show. Or Alexi could just straight up write a scene where she celebrates it. Maybe take out a Bailan scene so that Lucy gets her flowers. I def think that Aaron and Celina would be all in with that ... Celina would love the superstitions surrounding the holiday and Aaron would have connections and could get everyone a table at a fancy Chinese restaurant up in some skyscraper in LA.

Lucy as a child would've gotten red envelopes from family members. I can imagine her being excited about Chinese New Year every year. I read yesterday that parents place red envelopes underneath their childrens' pillows as a symbol of protection and I do imagine that Lucy's parents or her grandparents would've done the same for her. Maybe even her Aunt Amy. I think that Lucy would carry on this tradition for her Chenford kids as well ... and when she shares about it with Tim, he'd relish in another opportunity to be a fierce protector for his kids 😂. He'd probably even start putting red envelopes underneath Lucy's pillow!

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: October 5th, 2023 + Life Update 🎀

I swear I always disappear for a few days, lurk around the tumblr app, and then decide to give a random update. I really need to work on my consistency lol.

Anywho, life has been soooo busy. I've ben packing and preparing for my trip out to see my boyfriend tomorrow, trying to catch up on homework so I'm not super busy while I am with him this weekend, working like crazy because money is a necessity, and just keeping up with the day to day grind.

So, here's a mini update from yesterday, and yes I am still going to try to update while I'm with my man as I will still be doing homework and studying Japanese and what not.

🩷 Academic Achievments Past Few Days -

completed and passed culinary quiz

Turned in my actual spending budget from Septmeber

Finished an investing assignment

Worked on the draft for a research paper literature review thing I have to write for my psychology class (finishing it today!)

presented my mid term presentation in my culinary class and got complimented by the professor/chef

submitted a lactation nutrition chart fie ym nutrition class

completed my pre lab and lab report for tomorrow's anatomy lab

completed quiz chapter 6 for my psychology class

completed practical assignment and module quiz for my fitness for health and sport class

I've been pretty busy with school work. I catch up on a weekly basis, but of course, then more homework is released, and I feel like I get thrown back to square one. College life, yay!

🩷 Personal Acheivements Past Few Days -

kept up with skincare routine

packed for trip

journaled a few times

went to the gym for the first time since February (just walked the treadmill but it's a start!)

kept up with medical appointments

did my laundry yesterday

kept up with my duolingo and busuu streaks

regained motivation for studying Japanese

I feel like I haven't done as much for myself personally but at the same time like I have? I am a bit upset with myself. I have a meeting with my Dietetian Mentor (#1) and in the last 3 weeks since we last spoke, I haven't done anything from what she had asked because I've been so busy. I've had 2 panic attacks, extreme exhaustion, and worked 3 doubles at my job since I last spoke to her. However, I am planning on working on some of her stuff this weekend while I'll have the time, so hopefully she isn't upset and can understand my position? She seems really nice so fingers crossed.

🩷 Academic ToDo For Today -

write up restaurant field trip report for culinary class

weekly meal writing for culinary class

complete my component one for my psychology class

take my lab exam one for anatomy

duolingo + busuu for Japanese

gather my necessary materials for completing the rest of my homework this weekend

🩷 Personal ToDo For Today -

put away clean laundry

wash sheets + pillowcases + towels

take out bedroom + bathroom trash

sweep bedroom really good

scrub toilet and wipe down counter + sink in bathroom

check in to the flight app to get my boarding pass for tomorrow

therapy

meet with RD Mentor #1

morning journal

skincare morning + night

redye the pink in my hair

finish packing tonight

a lot of things to do today to prepare for this weekend. but it will all be worth it once I get to see my boyfriend.

thats all for today!

til next time lovelies 🩷

[kiss-me-muchoo]

Tenderness || Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: You’re ghosting Eddie because he didn’t stop Chrissy’s flirting. He appears in your window in the night, only to end up in a discovery of sexual fantasies. You have a pain kink and he has a lactating kink…. Warnings: SMUT. Minors drop your guns, you can wait a little more. emotional reader, naïve Eddie. Both are switches. Fingering. Pain kink?. Squirting. Breeding and lactation kink. Eddie cums in his pants. Eddie is a dork but we love him. A/N: I’m having pms rn. After a very emotional day, I just want Eddie to magically appear and suck my tender and swollen tits bye. NO PROOFREAD IDK IF ITS NOT HOT FOR U 💗

MASTERLIST IN MY PINNED POST!!!!!

“Y/N, hurry!” you heard Nancy Wheeler screaming to get you. You could take your mom’s car to school, but you were too insecure and anxious about start driving. But hey! you were a dedicated student, with college plans, already having a job in a little boutique. It’s not like you were behind your age just because you didn’t know how to drive yet.

One last look in the mirror; floral shirt dress with colorful tights and baby flats. You say baby because of the mini heels they had, so baby flats.

“Sorry, I woke up with PMS and tender tits, I’m moody, I warn you” Nancy rolled her eyes at your words, and later she extended her hand to you as she started the usual route from your house to Hawkins High. “Cash?…”

“Just because you take me everywhere and I love you….fifteen bucks for gas from your favorite passenger princess” you state applying some brown lipstick on the mirror on your hand.

“Why don’t you make Eddie your chauffeur again?” at that you rolled your eyes. You weren’t exactly happy with him.

“I’m mad at him” Nancy turned to see you, curiously wanting to know more.

“What happened?” you sigh, grasping the hem of your dress.

“I’m ghosting him because I saw Chrissy Cunningham flirting with him. And he didn’t

Said anything to her. He knows how much she pisses me off” Nancy nodded. She heard you on several occasions accusing Chrissy of being too friendly with Eddie.

“Eddie never wants to accept when he’s wrong so I scolded him and now I’m ghosting him” Eddie’s van is parked in the lot once you enter the school property. He would try to reach you today. Yesterday you ignored him all day, and you sent Steve and Robin to fully attend your store, so he couldn’t see you.

“Good for you. He deserves it, but talk to him” you nodded at Nancy’s words. You couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore Eddie forever, just a little more. After opening the car’s door, your arm brushed against your breast, and you noticed how tender it was.

“Another fucking day…” After that, Nancy and you parted ways.

After English class, you were supposed to go to lunch with the Hellfire Club, not that you were going to do it. You were still mad at your silly boyfriend. Just as you started walking through the hall, you noticed Eddie talking with Jeff in his locker. And just as he saw you, he started jogging towards you.

“Hey! Sweets, come here!” You turned away, running to the second floor, jumping against a boy’s lunch a little. “Y/n, wait!”

You were in better shape than Eddie. So you were able to run faster and hide in an empty classroom. After closing and locking the door, you saw Eddie’s shadow passing. You heard him mumbling and cursing in a low voice.

You just didn’t want to hear him yet.

_

There’s a tap on your window in the night. You know it’s Eddie. You ignore it and turn up the volume of your player. You were mad at him.

“Jesus, y/n. I’m getting numb all over here!” he could bet you were giggling. However, he kept hearing The Zombies across your room. He tapped again, more violently.

“Is not that high, Munson” you say after opening the door.

“Yeah, not when my balls are getting strangled by the tree right here” you roll your eyes and finally let him in. “See?. Wasn’t that hard to let me in, princess”

“Why don’t you go to tap on Chrissy’s window?” Eddie thinks it’s cute when you are jealous. He can finally see you in a pink top and underwear. Looking all cute with your fluffy hair, soft belly, and hard nipples visible under the top.

“I’m sorry. I know she can’t tell I’m not interested. But you were right, I should have told her no in the first place” you narrow your eyes looking at him accusingly. He’s giving you lost puppy eyes, you can’t stay mad any longer.

“Fine. I forgive you… but you have to tell me what’s in the bag. Plus, a massage on my tender and swollen tits” Eddie smiles and gives you a naughty smirk. He places the brown bag on your desk and turns to seat on the edge of your bed.

“I might have stopped in our favorite place to get some burritos, fries, and two slices of bread pudding and red velvet cake” after ignoring him for two days you feel a little guilty now. “Robin told me you are about to start your period. So I also got some painkillers and a heating pad. The one you wanted from K-Mart”

“Oh, Eddie” suddenly you get your eyes teary. You feel guilty because it wasn’t the big deal and you created such a show for nothing. “I love you so much, baby”

“I love you too, princess. Now come here” he pats his lap and you go without hesitation. He handles you so your back is touching his chest, your legs spread and his hands wrapped around your hips. “Let me show you how sorry I am”

“Tell me where it hurts” you guide his hands towards your tits. Instantly feeling a wave of heat shatter your entire body.

“My nipples, they’re hard and swollen. I can feel my tits so heavy, Eddie” maybe you are teasing him with your naughty tone. Eddie can’t help but feel his cock getting hard.

“Get comfortable, doll…”

_

“Oh, Eddie!” you were lucky to have the trailer by yourself. Your parents are out every Friday night. Perfect to let your boyfriend sneak in and let him fuck you. In this case, finger you. “Fuck!. I need more”

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he said behind you. The left side of your bed was facing a big mirror that was a door for your closet. Being a witness of you naked with your legs spread out for your boyfriend behind. One of his skilled hands caressed one of your breasts, now covered in baby oil. While the other was mercilessly fucking you. “C’mon, baby. Make a mess on your bed and the floor for me”

“Eddie!” He could hear you moaning all day and night. Your sounds always being so pretty and erotic at the same time. While you were discovering a weird pain kink. The way Eddie pinched your nipples and make you squirm was a lot of pleasure. A mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes! There, ohh!”

“Say you love how wet I make you…” you spread your legs more, holding on to his tight. Giving him more moans until you are starting to get a little shaky. “Shit!. I love how wet you make me. Always making me gush”

“Aww, Can you hear it? Squirt, princess” the squelching sound of your pussy was driving you crazy, but Eddie was concentrating on your tits bouncing in the mirror. They looked bigger after almost an hour of pinching and groping. Maybe he was also discovering a kink. His perverted little brain would associate your swollen breasts with you being pregnant. Fantasizing with you, moaning while he made you ride him, with leaky swollen tits and a bump in the middle… He opened his eyes in time to look at you squirting so hard while high moans left your mouth. Tears falling and a big blush on your cheeks. Without a warning, cum flooded his boxers.

“Goddamit” you heard him say. Because your eyes were seeing stars. Maybe you were still squirting, but you felt like under a spell. “And that’s how we start to ruin your mattress too, baby. We have to get matching stains!” . . “You’re a dork, Eddie. But thank you, my baby cramps feel better” trying to catch your breath, all you can hear is Eddie and you panting. Both with a goofy smile while looking at each other.

“You made me cum in my pants, y/n” a soft giggle from you made him smile. Your legs felt like jelly, so he helped you. “I think I have a breeding kink. Well, not sure if a breeding kink or lactation kink”

“My swollen tits made you cum on your pants like a pre-teenager?” he rolled his eyes, taking his pants off. The wet feeling was uncomfortable. “Don’t say it like that, but yeah. Your gorgeous swollen tits made me cum in my pants”

“You know women can lactate without being pregnant?” Eddie’s eyes opened widely. His cock getting hard again.

“Is that possible?” You nodded. Looking at the big wet spot on his boxers, you could see a new erection. Another thing to love about Eddie Munson, he was so needy just like you. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you”

“Shit, Eddie. You are having a kink discovery.” This time, he moaned when you started to palm him under his boxers. He throws his head against your headboard. “That’s why you suggested the baby oil in my tits, little freak”

“Stop making me feel so nasty. But… Would you let me try to make you lactate?” How can you say no to that dorky and beautiful eyes of his? it was barely impossible without hormones or therapy. But you would let him try…”Yeah. But you better in your best behavior. And that includes avoiding Chrissy Cunningham”

“I swear. On Monday I’ll leave it clear for her…” you nod, still palming him. “After you cum… Can we eat? I’m hungry”

“Sure, princess…” he leaned to kiss you on the forehead, and then he let his cock out.

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On the high school hallways. Chrissy was retouching her gloss when he heard Eddie’s voice, making her smile with excitement. But when she turned around, you were by his side. And when you two passed in front of her, Eddie decided to say something to you.

“You still sore, doll? Guess I was too rough with you last night. Hopefully, you’ll be lactating in a couple of months” you instantly blush. Abruptly stopping Eddie at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“Eddie Munson! You can’t say that things out loud!” Eddie giggled, giving a big hug in the process. “But you wanted me to tell Chrissy to stay away from me”

“You nasty little pervert. I love you” he kisses you. Hoping he will let you know how much he loves you.

Part 2 where Eddie gets reader to lactate?

[kittyt-hexxed]

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Final Part | Bonus

Additional Warnings: Primal kink, Predator/Prey, Lactation kink, Breastfeeding, Pregnancy, Vi’s instincts take control, cervical penetration

Author Note: We’ve reached the final part of this short story! This is - honestly - the filthiest smut I have written yet. I’m sad it’s come to an end, but I hope this ending is satisfying! The bonus part is cute and sweet and will be out later!

You are shaking with nerves as you stand on the little platform and your mother helps you get into your wedding dress. You had turned your back to the mirror because you didn’t want to cry so early. The dress you are wearing was extravagant and costs way more than you could afford, but Mel insisted on buying you the dress you fell in love with. They purposely didn’t tell you the prices and when you brought your bridal party to tears, along with yourself, that was it. And only a week later, you were getting prepared to marry the woman you fell in love with.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Your sister sighs, holding your bouquet in her hands, “I can’t believe my big sister is getting married.”

“Imagine how I feel.” Your mother chimes in from behind you, messing with the train on your dress, “My baby is getting married and I feel like you were born only yesterday.”

“Momma.” You sniffle, trying not to cry, “Please don’t make me cry.”

“I’m sorry.” You can hear the emotion in her voice, “I tried crying before I got here.” You chuckle at that, your sister flashing an amused smile. There’s a knock at the door before it’s opened and Mel and Jayce slip in. Jayce’s eyes widen and he lets out a small gasp as Mel gives you a sweet smile. You notice that Jayce is carrying a box in his hands and you furrow your brow.

“You look gorgeous, Y/n.” Jayce compliments you, “Vi is going to lose her mind.”

“Thank you, Jayce. Although, I hope Vi doesn’t lose her mind.” You joke, making everyone chuckle. Mel opens the box in Jayce’s hands and takes out a beautiful tiara that makes your eyes widen.

“Before you say it.” Mel fixes you with a teasing smile, “I will not return it. You’ve become a little sister to me, and I intend to ensure your family is happy. That includes buying you any gifts that I see fit. Vi was given something, so it’s not just you, darling.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Your voice wavers as a tear falls, “Absolutely unbelievable.” You wipe the tear away and bend down so she can put it on your head. You hear Mel chuckle and she carefully places it on you so it doesn’t mess up your hair.

“Well… I’m done, too.” Your mother walks around to your front, “If you want to take a look?” You bite your lip and take a deep breath before slowly turning around. You start crying when you lay your eyes on yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that the girl staring back at you was you. This wasn’t something you ever dreamed of happening, and it was. You are getting married. Another knock at the door has you turning around to see your father. He freezes in the doorway, seeing you in your wedding dress for the first time. You hold your breath as a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Vi’s not going to know what hit her.” Your father chuckles, wiping away a few tears, “It’s time, kiddo.” Hearing those words has you sucking in a sharp breath as Mel and your mother help you down from the platform. Your heart is beating fast and you haven’t even left your dressing room.

“Okay.” You exhale heavily, “Let’s do this.” You’re escorted down the hall and a flight of stairs to the entrance hall. Every step of the way, your mother was talking about when she was in your shoes and marrying your father. How she thought she might faint, stumbled over her vows, and contemplated telling everyone to come back another day. It made you laugh and helped to ease some of the nerves until they left you and your father alone. You clutch the bouquet in your hands, filled with flowers that you couldn’t even name, but it gave you something to steady yourself with. You take your father’s arm and he nudges you playfully, “If you fall, I’ll make sure to fall, too.” He winks at you, making you laugh. You take a deep breath as the music starts up, sharing a glance with your father who nods at you. Then, you take the first step.

The curtains are drawn apart and the first person your eyes land on is none other than Vi. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening as you take in her appearance. You knew that Vi wasn’t going to wear a dress, you didn’t even think that Vi would wear white, but she still surprised you. She was wearing a sparking white, sleeveless pantsuit that hugged her figure with a hairpin that looked similar to your tiara. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. When Vi’s eyes land on you, her jaw drops, hands flying up to her mouth and you hear her exclaim, “Holy shit!” Which makes everyone laugh. She’s not able to stay on the podium, stepping down to meet you at the bottom of the steps.

You and your father stop in front of her and you let go of his arm to take hers. You’re sure you’ve stopped breathing at this point, walking up the steps with her to take your places in front of the officiant. Your sister takes the bouquet from you, and you turn to face Vi as you take both of her hands in yours. Your eyes meet and you can’t keep the smile off of your face. Hello. Vi mouths to you. Hello. You mouth back. You’re stunning. Vi continues. You’re stunning. You wink, forcing Vi to hold in a chuckle.

“-and now the two brides will share their words for their lover. We will start with Y/n.”

“I will say this until the day I die, but I do not regret anything we’ve done together. If I had to go through all of this again to meet you, to be with you, and have our children, I would. You have brought me nothing but joy, and it means everything to me to become your wife. I love you, Violet.” You say softly, watching as Vi tears up.

“There wouldn’t be enough words for me to explain how happy I am to be here with you. You opened my eyes to a world that I never believed I’d see. Now, I have a gorgeous family and an even more gorgeous mate. I love you, Y/n… and I will continue to for the rest of my life.” Vi says gently, and now you’re tearing up.

“With those touching words, I pronounce you married. You may kiss your wife.” You lean in for a kiss and Vi’s lips meet you halfway as everyone around you cheers. ‘It’s official. We’re married.’ You smile against her lips. You turn to your families, intertwining your fingers as they all stand and clap. Vi leads you down the steps and you head to the ballroom with the crowd following behind you.

You gasp at the decor, the inside designed to look like it’s a forest clearing with low lighting and real trees. Candles flicker on the tables and lights in the trees glow like the firelights you saw in the dark. You walk over to the stage, hearing people comment on the decor as they come inside. Vi takes the microphone from the stand and turns it on, glancing at you for a moment.

“Before we get started, I want to thank everyone for coming. To be surrounded by family and friends who support us means a lot. My life wouldn’t be where it is today without my wife and your love and support… so thank you.” Vi says and everyone claps. She turns the microphone off and puts it back on the stand. You grin as Andre comes toddling towards you, scooping him up and kissing him on the cheek. You turn to see Vi with Rose in her arms and giggle.

“Ready to eat?” You smile at Vi.

“Starving.” Vi grins. The two of you take your place at the table as everyone looks for their seats. Jinx sits next to Vi with her date, Ekko, and your family fills in the rest of the seats. You greet your brother and his new boyfriend, overjoyed that they both accepted your invitation. Your brother has been busy with college things, so it’s nice that they managed to come by. Everyone was reintroduced to each other, now one family instead of two. As you wait for the meals to come out, you play with the pups and feed them so they’d be full for the rest of the reception. You were a little shy about breastfeeding in your wedding dress but you knew there would be no issues with it. The strong spicy scent that came from Vi as you did made you blush. You should be used to your wife’s reaction to you just being a mother, but you weren’t. You couldn’t be when you knew what that reaction meant and how she was imagining you.

When the food came out, you dug into your dish with the hunger of a breastfeeding mother. Your father made a joke about it to Vi that had your mother whacking him, but it made your wife chuckle. Conversation flowed easily, going from the topic of your siblings in college to your parents and their work, and back around to you and the pups. Periodically, people would come up to your table to congratulate you two on your marriage and ask if you’ll be having more kids. You preferred to say that you’re waiting before making that decision, while Vi would say yes. That would end with you poking her and her giving you a playful wink.

“Dance with me, my darling wife?” Vi holds her hand out to you.

“I’d love to dance with you, my wife.” You smile at her and take her hand, letting her guide you to the dancefloor. The orchestra starts playing as you and Vi get into position, her hands around your waist and yours around her neck. The two of you sway to the soft music, enjoying being in each other’s presence in such a romantic setting.

“We’re married now.” You whisper, eyes sparkling in joy.

“Now you’re mine in all rights.” Vi jokes, “No one can take you from me.”

“As if they had the chance.” You giggle, leaning in to kiss her. You spend an hour on the dance floor, having fun with your wife and friends without having to worry about the pups. You end up switching out with your parents and letting them dance while you spent time with your children. Then, encouraged by everyone, you bring the pups onto the dance floor and twirl around with them. Once everyone had a chance to dance, you and Vi went and cut the cake. Thankfully, Vi knew not to smash your face into the slice of cake like your brother had been trying to get her to do. The end of the celebration came faster than you anticipated and soon people were going home. You were making sure that everyone took their things with them when Mel and Jayce approach you.

“Y/n. Vi.” Mel greets you two as you hand off the pups to your family.

“Mel.” You smile widely, “Thank you for everything. It was wonderful.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Mel smiles mischievously, “I have your honeymoon location set up and ready to go.”

“Honeymoon?” Vi raises an eyebrow.

“A Piltoven tradition I thought you’d like. The couple goes away for a few days to spend private time together. You’d be staying on my private island. It’d only be the two of you.”

“We can watch the pups.” Your sister and Jinx step forward, “There should be enough breast milk in the freezer since they’re starting to eat solid food.”

“What about clothes and other essential things? We can’t just run off without a warning.” You frown.

“Honestly, Y/n.” Your mother rolls her eyes, “As if Vi would let you wear anything. Go on, get out of here. We all know what the two of you have on your minds.” Your jaw drops at your mother’s words. There’s a bit more back and forth before you give in and Mel cheers. She tells you that everything you’ll need is on the island as it was prepared for you this morning. So, you were escorted to the boat that would be taking you over and you said goodbye to your family. This would be the first time you and Vi are properly alone since you got pregnant. It made you a little nervous to leave your pups behind but you knew they’d be in good hands.

Mel’s private island was a lot bigger than you thought it would be. The house on it was a simple two-story with a balcony and a pool. It was beautiful with huge windows to allow light inside, and true to her word it was stocked with everything you’d need. A quick peek in the closet showed some clothes in there with a note that teasingly said you might not need them.

You gaze around the room, smiling to yourself as it sets in that you and Vi are truly alone. Your mate wraps her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder as her scent envelopes you.

“You’re all mine. What should I do? Fuck you in the pretty white dress or tear it off of you?” Vi hums kissing your neck.

“I’m good with either one of those options.” You giggle then bite your lip, “But, you’re not allowed to fuck me with your dick, baby.” You noticed this morning that Vi had started her heat when you woke up to her whining for you. You’ve never had sex when she’s in heat and this was worse because you were ovulating. If there was a more perfect time for you to get pregnant, it would be now.

“What?!” Vi gasps, whirling you around in her arms, “Why?!” She whines searching your eyes for an answer.

“We shouldn’t be having any more pups. Not right-” You’re cut off by Vi’s displeased growl, making your breath hitch. Her grip around your waist tightens and her eyes darken. You knew you weren’t going to win this. You were weak to your wife’s advances, and even though you were saying that you shouldn’t have pups, you wanted to. That itch that Vi had to breed you until she was satisfied was getting to you. Some deep part of you knew that it was necessary. You wanted to listen to your wife’s needs… and yours.

“If you can honestly tell me that you don’t want me to stuff you with my pups, then I won’t.” Vi stresses, “If you can’t, you’ll spend the rest of this honeymoon with my cock in you.” You swallow, already feeling your body react to her words. You’ve been fighting off your own desire for months. Vi knew what to say to you. How to get you to speak your thoughts. It was the only thing you wish you could strangle her for.

“I… I want you to.” You blush, playing with your wedding dress, “You know I want you to-!” You squeak as Vi picks you up, automatically wrapping your legs around her waist. Your back hits the bed, and Vi’s pushing the skirt of your dress up as soon as you do. The top is yanked down to expose your breasts and the sound of fabric tearing has you wincing slightly. Vi’s hands are on your breasts, a happy rumble leaving her throat as she kneads them.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed doing this?” Vi huffs, watching as milk leaks from your nipples, “How much I’ve thought about sucking on your nipples? How curious I’ve been? It’s not fair, I haven't had a taste yet.” She purrs, licking up the milk. You blush heavily as she sucks on your nipple, using her fingers to play with the other one. Your body tingles at the sight and feel of your wife drinking from you. You missed her hands on you like this, but you were waiting until you stopped breastfeeding. ‘That’s not happening anytime soon if she gets me pregnant.’

“I missed this too.” You gently run your hand through her hair, “It’s been a while since we’ve had time together.” Vi hums, pinching your nipple and making you yelp. You whack her lightly on the head, hearing her laugh as she lifts her head.

“You asshole!” You whine, “That hurt!”

“Sorry, let me make it feel better.” Vi smiles cheekily, taking your other nipple into her mouth. You gasp, the sting from her pinching you flaring up before it slowly goes away. You close your eyes and relax into it, enjoying the moment. Then you blush when you realize that this will be more common because you didn’t have any way to pump the milk out. When there was too much, it got painful and would even start to leak out on its own. You’d be asking your wife to do this over the next few days.

You open your eyes as Vi moves around and watch her take her pants off. The sight of her panties fighting to keep her cock contained has you moaning. You eagerly watch as she takes them off, biting your lip as her cock springs free and a few droplets of pre-cum land on your leg. Vi meets your eyes and leans in for a kiss, tearing your panties off in the process. The sweet, almondy taste of your own breast milk is on Vi’s tongue. You feel your wife settle between your legs, her cock head rubbing against you, and you spread your legs a little wider. Her hands grab your thighs and she slowly eases herself into you.

“Fuck, it’s been too long!” You gasp, closing your eyes from the pain of her stretching you out.

“I know, baby. Just a little further.” Vi rubs your thigh to comfort you. You feel her press up against your cervix, a low moan leaving her lips as she grinds her cock into you, “Gods, nothing feels better than this tight pussy of yours.” She groans, “Give me permission.”

“You can fuck me, my alpha.” You purr. Vi growls, her eyes starting to glow as her grip on your thighs tightens. You whine as she pulls out of you, only to take your breath away when she thrusts back in. You moan as your body rocks along with her thrusts, a shiver going through your body from the pleasure. Vi takes it slow although you can tell she’s impatient. She didn’t want to hurt you after so long and wanted you to re-adjust to her size.

“I can’t wait to shove my cock into your womb.” Vi pants, fucking you harder, “You’re going to have my cum dripping out of you.” You can feel her now that she’s going faster. With every rock forward, she hits your cervix and makes you whine. It was painful when she did, but it was quickly chased by a wave of pleasure. Even through your pleasure-fill haze, you could see your wife falling into her instincts. Her teeth gnashing, eyes glowing as she relished in the thought of putting her pups into you once more.

“Knot me, alpha!” You moan, feeling her knot push against your slit. With her going through her heat, you knew that the next few days weren’t going to be very restful.

“Glady.” Vi growls. With an aggressive thrust of her hips, you feel the barrier of your cervix snap, making you scream as you cum. Vi sheaths herself in you, her knot popping into your vagina and locking you two together. A heat floods through your abdomen as Vi howls, fucking you even though she’s knotted you. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, and you look down and blush. Your abdomen was distended by a noticeable amount. ‘Gods, that’s her cock, isn’t it?’

“I love you.” You hum, putting your hand over the bulge, “You know that?”

“I love you, too.” Vi smiles, leaning down to nuzzle you, “I can’t wait for you to carry my pups. You’re going to look so beautiful with your round belly.” She kisses you, placing her hand on top of yours.

“I’m going to knot you over and over again.” Vi grins excitedly, “I can’t wait. We have the whole weekend for me to make sure you get pregnant.”

“Yes.” You chuckle, feeling nervous at those words, “Yes, you do.” Your wife would be taking every chance she gets.

The morning after that long night, you had to remove yourself from her dick and wiggle out of bed. As you got ready for the day, you noticed that your abdomen still has a slight bulge. You blush from the implications and slip into a swimsuit, putting a coverup on over it before heading to the kitchen. This was the first time you’d been awake before Vi in some time, so you were taking advantage of it.

You cooked up breakfast, made coffee for your wife, and left a note saying that you were in the hot tub. She’d be waking up soon and if you wanted a chance to relax before she got her hands on you, now was the time. The pool looked gorgeous in the sunlight with rose petals floating in the water. There were even petals around the edge of the hot tub. You took a moment to turn it on and let it heat up. When you stepped into the water, it was the perfect temperature to help your muscles relax.

You closed your eyes and let the water jet massage your back. You’ve never felt anything like this before but Mel would tell you about it. She was right, too. It felt amazing. Your mind and body were so relaxed that you thought you might fall asleep. The scent of your mate fills the air and you lazily open your eyes only to choke on air. ‘That’s my wife?! By the Gods.’ You ogle her body in the bikini, not ashamed of staring at her crotch.

“Thank you for breakfast, my sweet wife.” Vi kisses your forehead, getting into the hot tub with you. You move over to cuddle with her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you rest your head on her shoulder.

“I thought it’d be a nice change for once.” You kiss her cheek. The two of you fall into silence as you let the water loose up your bodies. Vi plays with your hair as you draw shapes against her chest. She grabs your hand and kisses it, picking you up so you’re straddling her lap. You watch as she tugs your bra top down and your breasts pop out.

“Can I?” Vi looks up at you, fluttering her lashes and making you giggle.

“You can.” You rest your hands on her shoulders and Vi starts sucking on your nipples. Her hands grope your ass before she moves your bikini bottom to the side. You have a moment to brace yourself before you’re pushed down onto her cock. Vi fucks you in the hot tub, grinning widely as she knots you and makes your head spin. Even knotted, she grinds you down onto her and gives you a deeper pleasure you haven’t experienced. You were lucky you were in the water with how badly your legs were shaking.

That set the precedent for the morning and Vi’s hands found your body wherever you were. By the time you were in bed for the night - true to your wife’s words - her cum was soaking into your underwear as it ran back out of you. Vi was proud of herself. Her fingers are currently brushing against your g-spot as she grinds against your ass.

“I told you, baby.” Vi purrs, kissing your bite mark, “That womb of yours is so full your body can’t keep any more of my cum in you.” Her other hand was rubbing your abdomen where the bulge was.

“I didn’t doubt that you would.” You huff, “I didn’t expect it to be so quick.”

“There’s no time to waste.” Vi hums, nipping at your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not my fault you’re so horny.”

“It is your fault!” You laugh, “I wouldn’t be horny if you weren’t whispering things into my ear.”

“That’s not true at all.” Vi says teasingly.

On the second day, you lay in bed with Vi and have a lazy morning. You talked about your plans for the future and what you wanted to do with your growing family. Vi tentatively brought up changing her sister into a werewolf because she didn’t want to lose her. You furrowed your brow and asked her how she knew that was possible. She shrugged and said that it was something she felt. Her instincts were largely unknown and she was feeling them out more every day.

Before you got out of bed, you shyly asked Vi if she’d drink from your breasts because they were starting to hurt. She didn’t even question you about it, already knowing about the issues that overproducing brings you. You were thankful for having such an understanding and caring wife. You didn’t know what you’d do if she found it disgusting and didn’t want to.

When you had lunch, the two of you decided on going for a walk in the woods. You followed a trail to a beautiful gazebo and the further in you went you found a lake with a picnic table. It was nice to be out in nature, listening to the birds chirp and seeing animals run around. Vi had shifted into her werewolf form and chased you around the lake, playfully pretending to try and bite you. You could never not be awed by her werewolf form. You loved to run your fingers through her fur, caress her muscular body, and press kisses to her claws. Things were going well until you got a crazy idea in your mind.

Vi was a decent distance away from you, exploring the area now that she has the space to run around and stretch her muscles. You stop walking, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your panties, and slide them off. At the request of your wife, you wore a skirt for today and who knew it’d work in your favor? You grin to yourself as you ball up your panties.

“Hey, Vi!” You shout, making Vi turn in your direction with a curious tilt of her head. You throw your panties in her direction, your grin getting wider.

“If you can catch me, you can have me!” You wink before whirling around and running away from her. You giggle to yourself as you run, Vi’s scent getting weaker for a moment before it starts to pick up again. You can hear her chasing after you with the sound of grass crunching and twigs breaking being the main indicator. Your heart was racing, knowing that you were going to be caught no matter how fast you ran. A howl sounds through the woods and sends warning signs through you. For some reason, you could tell that was her hunting howl and if you weren’t horny, you were now.

You ran through the woods, occasionally glancing behind you to see if Vi was there. You couldn’t see her but you knew she was there and that was exhilarating. ‘Vi must be loving this. This is the first time she gets to chase after someone. And what better prey than your mate that you’re trying to get pregnant?’ Suddenly, Vi’s scent spikes, drenched in nothing but that spicy note that makes your stomach flip. You don’t have time to look behind you, because you hear her snarl and you’re tackled to the ground.

“I got you.” Vi taunts you, “So I get my reward.” She pushes your upper body down with a clawed paw, keeping your ass in the air as she drags her hot, slick cock along your slit. Your eyes widen when you realize that Vi intended on fucking you right here on the floor of the woods.

“B-Baby, are you sure you want to do this here?” You stutter, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

“You should have thought about it when you got me all riled up, my sweet mate.” Vi coos, pressing her muzzle to your shoulder, “I caught you-”

“-Violet!” You whine as Vi buries herself in you, this position making her hit your cervix a lot easier. Her claws land on the ground in front of you, trapping you beneath her.

“-so I get to fuck you however I want.” You didn’t think you’d end up being fucked out in the woods, but you underestimated your wife’s neediness. Vi pounded you into the ground, snarling out how rewarding it was to take you like this. You were sensitive from the near-constant stimulation from her, so your orgasm came faster than usual. Your claws dig into the grass and dirt as you stutter and whine. Unlike the loving way your wife fucks you, this was nothing but instinct-driven sex and you found it thrilling. Your thoughts are fuzzy, and the desperate need to be bred by your alpha had you shifting to get a better angle.

You could feel your legs trembling beneath you and struggle to hold you up. You were relieved to feel Vi’s knot fit inside of you as she howled in success, announcing to the world that you’d be having her pups. You blush as you feel the pressure in your abdomen, signaling that there was too much of Vi’s seed in you. There’s no way you’d be leaving this place and not ending up pregnant.

The final day passed in a sex-filled haze as Vi ended her heat with you confined to the bed. You had thought the day before was a lot, but your wife wouldn’t let you leave the bedroom. She cooked for you and even fed you before fucking your poor overstimulated pussy. The knowledge of leaving the privacy of the island had her going feral. She remained in her werewolf form and you discovered - in the middle of bouncing on her cock - that you had a half-form. You nearly melted when Vi scratched behind your ears and took the time to stroke your tail.

Returning home filled you with a buzz of energy knowing that you’d be seeing your pups soon. Vi had to calm you down when you started to pace back and forth in your half-form. You raced off of the boat when you saw your family on the dock. Your pups giggled as you and Vi scooped them all into your arms and nuzzled them. Jinx and your sister welcomed you home, telling you about the past few days and how they started walking. You all went back to your place, and you happily paid them for their help. That night you and Vi coddled your pups and played around with them, accidentally falling asleep in the nursery.

Your arms were wrapped around your belly as you were filled with nerves. You were waiting in the lobby at your OB/GYN’s office and Vi wasn’t here yet. She had to go into her shop this morning to show one of the new tattoo artists around. After getting out of Singed’s lab, Vi went to work in a tattoo shop where she became an apprentice. When she got her license the day after you came home, she celebrated by tattooing herself and you ended up drooling over her when she came home in the morning. You knew you had a thing for women with piercings and tattoos, but your wife? You idly wished you were back on the island.

Vi was able to take her own clients and demand for her work skyrocketed when people found out how good she was. Jinx expressed her desire to become a tattoo artist as well and the sisters opened up their own place in Piltover - the first one - affectionately calling it Get Inked! Vi didn’t want you to come by yourself, but you couldn’t reschedule so you had to. She promised to come before you headed into the ultrasound room.

You were one of five women on your side of the building who had come in for an ultrasound. Your belly was bigger than theirs and attracted their gazes to you. With the book in your hand, you pretended not to notice but when a new woman sat near you, your book couldn’t save you.

“Is this your first time?” The lady next to you addresses you. You sigh internally, gently closing your book and looking up at her.

“Pardon?” You ask politely.

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, but I noticed that you seem a bit anxious.” She smiles, “I was asking if this is your first pregnancy since you’re so young.”

“I was wondering the same thing.” A lady across from you joins the conversation, “Except I’m concerned that you’re here by yourself.”

“Thank you for your concern.” You feel your cheeks heat up, “I’m-”

“Vi! It’s wonderful to see you again!”

“Hello, Martha! Is Y/n in the back, yet?”

“No, she’s in the waiting room!”

“Thank you, Rhea!”

You look to the entrance of the waiting room, a relieved sigh leaving your lips as you see your wife come into the room. Your blush gets darker when you notice that she’s wearing the crop top you love. It showed off most of her tattoos and accentuated her muscles. The high-waisted jeans she’s wearing with it only make her hips stand out and you go speechless. You had playfully told her to wear it today, but you didn’t think she would! ‘I’m already pregnant so I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant…’

“There’s my beautiful wife.” Vi smiles brightly at you, “I’m sorry I’m late, sugar plum.” You struggle to stand up, but you manage to do so and hug her.

“You’re forgiven.” You breathe out, nuzzling her neck, “Especially looking like that.”

“Please, sit down.” Vi frowns, guiding you back into the chair, “You shouldn’t be standing much.”

“You’re her wife?” The lady next to you speaks up, eyes wide.

“I am.” Vi nods, kissing your left hand where your ring is, “She’s the love of my life.” You rest your head on her shoulder as she protectively puts an arm around you. You feel your anxiety melt away now that you’re in her grasp. You hear the door open and brighten when you see Nurse Sienna. She’s Dr.Fey’s assistant and a woman you’ve come to like a lot.

“Mrs.Warwick? You can’t give this poor girl a break?” Nurse Sienna grins when she sees you, “It’s only been a few months since she’s given birth!”

“Hello to you too, Nurse Sienna.” Vi chuckles, helping you up from the chair.

“You see what my wife puts me through?” You playfully pout, making the nurse laugh. She takes you two to the back where you’re instructed to remove your shirt and lay down. You go through the routine questions and she leaves the room to go and get the doctor. Vi grabs your hand as you bite your lip nervously. ‘How many are we going to be having?’

“Welcome back!” Dr.Fey grins when she comes into the room, “I see you two have been busy after your wedding.” She chuckles, sitting down on her chair.

“You could say that.” You giggle, “But, I’m ready to find out about my pups.”

“Let’s get right into it then.” Dr.Fey nods, prepping for the ultrasound, “Will this be your final pregnancy?”

“Uuuhhh.” You look to Vi who shrugs, “Possibly. You know that we’re going more from instincts than anything.”

“I understand.” Dr.Fey chuckles, eyes focused on the screen, “We’re still in the unknown when it comes to Vi. But, if you choose for this to be your last pregnancy, we can tie your tubes afterward.” You hear a sad whine come from Vi that has you turning to her.

“Baby…” You rub her hand with your thumb.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Vi sighs, “I can’t control my reactions sometimes.”

“Do you have any idea how many pups you’d need to have to satisfy your instincts?” Dr.Fey glances at Vi curiously.

“I have no clue.” Vi bites her lip, “All I know is five isn’t enough right now. It feels dangerous.”

“Well, hopefully, eight more pups will be enough.” Dr.Fey says casually, “Four girls, four boys.”

“Eight?!” You shout, craning your neck to see the screen. ‘I knew my belly was bigger than before! But, no, my mother said it was all in my head!!’

“Eight?!” Vi gasps, tears springing into her eyes, “Today just got even better!”

“It’s likely that since you’re a hybrid now, your body can handle larger litters.” Dr.Fey smiles, wiping the gel off of you, “I’d seriously think about getting pregnant a third time since we don’t know how much you can carry. You might end up with twelve next time.” She helps you up, opening the door for you.

“Vi, I’m getting you neutered.” You joke, crossing your arms over your belly as she snakes hers around your waist. You were excited for your new pups to be born! You weren’t expecting eight, but you were more than ready to love them. You thought the five had just been by chance, but no. It was your biology. ‘I might get my tubes tied this time around… what if I have twelve the next time around?’ Vi rests her hand on your belly, protectively guarding her unborn pups.

“What?! This was a two-werewolf job, thank you.” Vi pokes your shoulder, “Besides, you asked me to. Don’t blame me!”

“I’ll see you two in three weeks.” Dr.Fey says with an amused smile on her face, “Remember to come by if there are any issues, but we’re all set for delivery.”

“Thank you, Dr.Fey.” You smile at her and open the door back to the waiting room. You’re greeted by Nurse Sienna who’s talking to one of the other women.

“Well? What’s the verdict?” Nurse Sienna grins.

“We’re having eight pups.” Vi says happily, making her eyes widen. You hear the other women in the room react in shock.

“Wow! Those werewolf genes don’t mess around, do they?” Nurse Sienna chuckles, handing you the reminder for your delivery appointment.

“No, no they don’t.” You laugh, “But, our family is about to get exponentially bigger.” You smile up at your wife. Who would have thought you’d be in this position twelve months ago? You mated to a werewolf, had a litter of pups, got married, and now have another litter on the way. You don’t know where your life will be going from this point, but as long as you’re with Vi… you don't care.

[ftm2bbw]

I started taking my lactation induction medication yesterday, and my tits are already tender and sore and swollen and heavy.

They feel so huge and sensitive…

[caroldantops]

great now y'all got me thinking of lactation kink darcy, except with wanda.

like, both you and her are over at momma wands house for a fun evening without the twins. but because she's still breastfeeding she has to pump every few hours. and because you're all girlfriends she doesn't really care if you see her whip out her tits in the middle of a conversation while you and darcy are left practically salivating at the sight.

something wanda definitely notices. and, after a while exploits, noticing that every time either you or darcy are talking and she does it, she can hear that little pause of interest that happens. the way your jaw gets a bit tighter or the way darcy shifts uncomfortably on the couch.

she's not stupid. she knows what attraction looks like so by the third or fourth time she has to do it, she dramatically starts massaging her tits and grumbling about how awful the pump feels and how she just wishes she had something just a little bit gentler to help out.

motts has been going feral over all the darcy and milkie content with me since yesterday and she wants me to tell u something very important

the last paragraph of this is literally making me drool oh my GODDDDD 🥴

wanda is such a tease!! knowing how worked up you and darcy get but she also know that she can probably tease for as longggg as she wants bc u n darcy think it’s crazy that she’d ever like…actually OFFER her tits to u….and then she finally does one day and and and…